A/n: Jesus Christ. My head is so dirty but I can’t help it. Clarke is oozing with so much sensuality, warmth and slowly pulling me closer to a world of ..... Fudge it! Below are 18+ scene like really steamy so you have been warned. Enjoy the chapter. 🌚 Love, Diana .... Clarke was in paradise right now. Every moment, every second of feasting on El’s body was a bliss he never thought had ever existed. It wasn’t like this with other women. They enjoyed  sex with him and him feeling just okay about it but this, Clarke truly enjoys just even the foreplay itself, making her so aroused and keep on the edge while pulling her back and making her cry when he robbed her of her orgasm.  Best thing about that was,   he was able to keep her interested, pulling her deeper into the world of pleasure with him and only him.  She always cries in frustration at one moment and cry out in pleasure the next. She would try to climb C

A/N: Well, it's done. I've done my best so please enjoy and God bless you.🙏🏼❤ Love, Diana ... El was sitting on a bench near the entrance to her apartment. It has roof that covers El from the light rain and she was not in a good mood. After Clarke left he apartment few days ago, making her or forcing her to agree on their engagement, he had called her yesterdays and told her to get ready as he would be bringing her to go and buy a ring. How romantic.. She wanted to refuse him but he made her remember his ownership of Martha’s Foundation and even said... “ Ìlie mou, you don’t get ready and come with me tomorrow, I’ll go up to your apartment and carry you myself to The Cartier. Dressed or not, El.” She was very sure that Clarke really meant what he says so an hour before he arrived, she was already fully dressed but not in the way he wanted. She grinned. She wore a black denim shorts and a glittery skull tank top with long cardigan and pink sneakers. She didn’t wear any make u

A/N: Hiya guys, I’ve done the editing. You can read everything now and another story tonight( now is 1:42pm – 30/10) and again, I apologize for the late upload and editing. God bless and stay safe. Love, Diana. .... Matthew sat at his family’s library, more like a place for his father to enjoy his alone time, drinking wine and smoking tobacco all day without anyone, especially women to enter and bother them. Until now.. The door to the room was wide open and Christine, looking oddly different today with her hair in a bun and face robbed of make up, made an entrance with her sleeveless white dress and high heels. A bit more covered compared to how she always was before and if anyone were to ask him, her looking awfully simple without that clown look she call a make over was much better. Christine was smiling so hard and her lips was split into a long cut. She ran to Matthew and hug him even though he remain unresponsive. “I miss you so much, Matthew. I can’t believe it has been ye

A/N: So, this is the final chapter for this month. I will take a few days rest before I continue and maybe draft more for the next chapters to come. Thank you for your support so far and God bless, stay safe🙏🏼❤ Love, Diana ... “What? El and Clarke Walton are engaged? No! No! You’re trying to fuck  with me right now?” Frustration overwhelmed her whole body, causing her to shiver in anger and it was apparent in her expression as Christine lay on Matthew’s bed naked and only the comforter covering her from her feet to her chest. Her hair was in a disarray while Matthew sat on the edge of the bed, his curly hair loose and a joint in one hand.  He suck the end of his makeshift joint  and close his eyes, basking in the calming effect of the smoke and falls back on the bed. He was lying naked. His body solid with muscles and not a blemish on sight made Christine crave to touch him more. Not only he was great looking, Matthew was a gr

A/N: Just to let yall know, the series between Clarke and El will not be too long because I understand the frustration as a reader myself hahaha so I'll try to make it short but of course, quality story line and I won't rush the plot so keep calm and take care. Again, dreadfully sorry for the grammar and problems. I can’t help it. I speak my Borneo native language most of the time.  English is not even my third language. Thanks  Love, Diana .... “That’s impossible. He wouldn’t do that. I mean... a fuckin Walton? No. You’re making this up.” “I’m telling you the truth. He told me himself, Matt. He raped Daniel’s wife, Alissa and had a child with her.” Christine tries to convince Matthew as they sat for brunch the next day. She had stayed the night, full of anger and frustration in mind towards  Matthew but one thing for sure, she was more focus on screwing  her stepsister who had stake claim on one of the surviving bachelor in the Wa