MILES: “Hey. Hey. I am here with you. I am here,” I repeated as she continued to wail. There was something she wasn't telling, and I could see that she wasn't ready to. That was okay. For as long as she needs to grow to trust me, I will be patient. “I am sorry. I probably look like an idiot for doing this.” “Shhh. You can cry all you want. You will still look lovely to me. After all, your makeup has been worn off for a long time.” I ran my hand up and down her shoulders, trying to comfort her. Her cries began to die down, making me feel better. This was what they call a breakdown. My baby was battling with it a lot, and she couldn't even trust me enough to express herself. She cleaned her eyes with the back of her palm, hiccupping. “Christian is, or safe to say, was my brother.” “Was?” “Yes. I can't find him. He left home to pitch an idea to someone, as he didn't want to ruin the surprise by telling me. He never came home." “Were the police involved?” “Yes. I had to involve a p

MILES: Emerging from the bathroom to meet a whole different Meredith made my hand itch to touch her and my dick pulse to have her all over again. That dress, the color, and her light makeup were radiating. She had woken me up with butterfly kisses all over my face, reminding me just how much she loved me. The gown gave her a sculpted figure which was twine-thin. Her waist was tapered and her complexion simmered. A pair of arched eyebrows looked down on the sweeping eyelashes. Her delicate ears framed a button nose. A set of dazzling, angel-white teeth gleamed as she smiled at me. It was mesmerizing to see her flowing, moon-shadow-black hair cascade down her shoulder. Her enticing, constellation-hazel eyes gazed at me over her puffy, heart-shaped lips. Her lips tasted strawberry-sweet when I kissed her. All that mattered was making today memorable for her, I thought to myself. I zoned off after getting dressed, unable to resist the chance to appreciate how far she had come with her w

MEREDITH: Alan averted his gaze, looking everywhere but at us. From behind, his girlfriend, with her extravagant makeup and attire, emerged. Clasping her arms over Alan's arm, “We meet again. Hi, you two,” she greeted us with a fake smile that made the Botox on her face obvious. She couldn't even properly smile. “Hold your man and keep him on a leash. If he misbehaves next time, I might be forced to throw a punch,” Miles warned her without returning her cocky greetings. “What is this about?” she asked. “I don't know. You ask him.” Louis darted her eyes between Miles, myself, and Alan. Maybe her brain was working backward, or she had gone deaf. “Your stomach doesn't seem to be growing. What happened? Don't tell me you lost the baby. I have geared myself to become a doting aunty,” she mocked, an arrogant scowl twinkling on her face. Miles soon wiped it off her face with his response. “We definitely won't invite you to anything that has to do with our little angel. I don't want my k

MILES: Again, we locked eyes across the table, everything around us fading away as if we existed in our own universe, lost in the depths of each other’s eyes. I could feel her desire, a calm, gentle, controlled longing to escape forever into that universe where our love was undeniable, or perhaps feared. Barely noticing my chef as he placed the first course between us—a simple plate of fruit and cheese—I watched her eat, marveling at the heat that came from simply watching her take each bite. Her face was amazingly expressive, taking every bite with precision as if tasting for the first time. She gazed at me over her glass as she sipped her wine, slipping a grape between her lips, smiling coyly as her teeth crushed the skin, juices exploding into her mouth. Excesses streamed down the left corner of her mouth, and Meredith licked it clean with one swirl of her tongue before reaching for a strawberry. Deliberately snatching it just as her fingertip touched the red fruit, I grinned as

MEREDITH:With one powerful thrust, Miles rammed into me. When I struggled to move away, he held my hips, steadying himself without moving. My breathing quickened, causing me to hyperventilate. I doubted I would ever get used to his dick; it always felt like the first time."Sorry, baby," he moaned as he pulled out. This time, he unhurriedly entered me. Miles was deep but less brutal, continuing the same pattern with a slight caressing of my clit. Soon, I began to grind against him, moving back and pushing forward to meet him halfway."Baby? Uhh…fuck me," I shamelessly begged in my head.He did just what I asked, pounding and ramming without mercy. Again, my breathing heightened, and my moans grew louder. Miles stopped again, frustrating me. He only chuckled when he noticed my disappointment.He instantly slapped his dick against my ass crack. I tensed, fearing my denial. Bit by bit, he entered my ass, rubbing my pussy at the same time.I gripped the edges of the lounger, digging my na