“Okay, you ask first,” Scarlett started the fun night with unsuppressed enthusiasm. They have agreed to do the twenty questions. One asks, and the other answers, then the process takes turns. Voltaire was hesitant at first. He was still trying to figure out if their situation was really what he thinks it is happening. But as every moment passes by that, he can feel the sincerity in Dandelion’s demeanor. He was convinced she was not scheming or pretending about the getting to know each other thing she was suggesting they should do to make their deal viable. “Any question is okay?” he gave the lady in front of him, only wearing a fluffy robe, which he is not sure anything is worn beneath it, a measuring gaze. “Ask away!” she confidently answered. Spreading her hands with palms open in the air as if assuring him that she is willing to tell him anything he wants to know. “But let me warn you….” Vo
Voltaire was awake almost all night. He was trying to sort out his thoughts about laying his cards on the table with Scarlett. He was practically weary for the sun to show up so the morning would arrive soon. He was staring at the digital clock on the wall when sleep caught up with him. It was 3:48 when he was defeated to close his eyes and join Scarlett in a peaceful slumber. “V! V! Wake up!” A female voice whispered so close to him. Scarlett decided, along with their playful talk last night, that his name was too long, so she would call him V for a nickname. A name only she calls for him. He was still half asleep when he realized Scarlett was trying to wake him up in a hushed manner. “What’s going on?” Voltaire quickly got up. His eyes were still reddish as he must have been asleep for half an hour or so. “We have to get out of here,” she showed him her phone with its screen showing four surveillance
Voltaire We arrived at the hospital fast and without so much traffic. It was wee hours in the morning, after all. I was so worried. What could his illness be? Why didn’t he tell me anything about it? I hope it’s not that serious, like terminal stage cancer or anything. I closed my eyes in mixed emotions. Frustration. Disappointment. Regrets. I have been too busy with one goal to honor my mom and sister. I forgot I still have dad to consider into my priorities. “Go ahead. I’ll deal with the cab fare. I will be right behind you,” Scarlett suggested. I am sure she can see I was in a state of mess. “Thanks, Scar,” I gratefully thanked her then rushed into the entrance of the hospital as soon as the cab driver pulled over. Last night, we agreed that I would call her a nickname Scar, which I playfully pronounced as Oscar, but she was thrilled saying her name sounde
“Time flies too fast,” Voltaire whispered behind Scarlett’s ears. “Having regrets?” she asked teasingly. “What, of course not! How can I regret such a big fortune to fall on me directly from heavens above?” he hugged her tighter. It was their honeymoon. After settling things with their common enemy, Scarlett helped Voltaire find justice for his mom and sister. She did not accept other missions, and she declared she was retired from her mercenary gigs. She is now a full-time housewife to her husband, a Martial Arts Academy for Kids’ owner. The two decided to live low profile with all her assets to keep them afloat, living an ordinary family lifestyle. They hired trainers while Voltaire manages and drives the students from and to their homes before and after lessons. Their pretend-engaged-facade before Vincent became real as days went by, they both found themselves infatuated with each oth
Voltaire reveled at the profound proof of her femininity. And he is about to feast on it, not only with the use of his hungry eyes because he is aimed to ravish her with all his known skills and talents in pleasing a woman. She said she hadn’t had a good orgasm in three months. He will do all he can to make her forget such a sad memory and replace it with only the best of how he will make her feel, from tonight to every night of their married lives! “Ahhhmm... Oh my god!” Scarlett moaned in pleasure as she felt him torturing and teasing her with his peppering kisses around her longing core. She couldn’t grab hold of him because both her hands were held by one of his above her tummy while the other was spreading her pussy lips to reveal her clit. “Honey…?” Scarlett called out so sweetly. Voltaire was enjoying seeing such a cute side of her. She is always so confident that he never thought she could also make such a pitiful
Chapter 1 Loud neighbors 11:37 PM “Ahhhh!!!” “Yes, baby, ohhh….” “Ahhhh…” “Ffffucck!” 2:06 AM “Oh, my goddddd!” “Baby, faster please… harder….” “Don’t stop! Don’t stop…. Please… Please…?” 3:48 AM “Ohhhh…” “Fuckkk!”
Asher woke up around noon the next day after his contract with Nikita. Their agreement was to let her stay in his apartment while he was away to make sure his house was safe, having a stranger stay with rent. He is a site construction engineer of his dad’s real estate developer company. He can only come home every weekend as he has to supervise everything on the construction site while construction is going on. It wasn’t the only house he owned, but this one is his favorite. He grew up here ever since he can remember. Their contract covered six months, and if he wanted to keep Nikita’s company, he could have done so, but he realized he didn’t want Nikita around his house. She isn’t as neat as he thought she was. He always ends up cleaning his room every weekend. He is tired from all-night fun in bed, and he gets tired from almost all day cleaning his room. He also has a toilet and bath inside his room, but he did not declare it to his renters. And the
Bianca was so furious that she gobbled her food to hurry and finish. She washed her plates and everything she used in the kitchen except for what he used. She was murmuring words Asher had no clue about. They weren’t loud enough to hear and realized that she was cursing him in her mother tongue. Cursing her situation, she was deeply annoyed at the realtor agent she talked to. “Nega namja rang kateun jib-eseo jinirago? Tsk!” [They expect me to live in a house with a man?] “Mari andweji!” [that’s insane!] But she was also worried about being the one defeated in this battle. This isn’t Korea, after all. She can only hope her landlord will take her case into consideration. But then this country is among the liberated ones. They may not really mind her complaints and make her decide to take it or leave the place