"So I made lasagna to make up for the burnt pancakes Fernando and I made." She announced, staring at Fernando as if daring him to speak. He shook his head and avoided her gaze. Jane laughed, touching Fernando's shoulder as she rose to her feet. "A wise man." Lydia ran past Jane and Jane frowned, staring at her. "What?" She shrugged. "I'm hungry." Thirty minutes later, they were sitting at the table making small talk and eating the amazing food Lia had prepared."This is officially the best lasagna I have ever tasted." Jane moaned, leaning back against the chair. "Damn girl,"She sent a wink and she blushed, looking at Fernando, Fernando eyed Lia and found her staring at him. When he winked at her, she blushed, looking down at her plate. "How come you own a restaurant but you don't know a thing about cooking?" Lydia asked, looking at Fernando and he shrugged, placing his fork back on his plate. He reached for the bowl, scooping a second helping of the lasagna into his plate. "I'm

Lia pulled away first and Fernando stared at her. She sniffed and brushed the tears, wiping her face clean. He reached for her again but she shook her head, avoiding his touch. "I'm fine, I really am.” She told him walking towards the table. She began packing the plates she had stopped packing and Fernando frowned, going to her. "Shouldn't we talk about what just happened?" He asked and she shrugged. "There's nothing to talk about.” She insisted, walking past him, carrying the rest of the plates and he sighed, touching her arm. "Babe, we should really —" he tried again and she flinched, walking away. He followed her, keeping his distance. When she turned around to leave the room, he blocked the way. Why was she avoiding him? "Did I do something?" He asked, the suspense killing him. She shook her head, sparing him a side glance before she bent down and passed under his hands. Fernando remained there as she left, not wanting to let the matter go. He had a feeling that if the mat

“Thank you for such a beautiful evening, I think I’m beginning to like surprises.” Lia said as soon as the door of their bedroom closed behind them. Fernando walked past her towards the bed and pulled her to him. Lia fell on his lap and gasped as her ass connected with his crotch. His dick was hard and it was pressing into her. He touched her face, drawing her attention away from his dick and she looked at him. He was smiling. “You look happy.” She teased even though she was feeling exactly the same way, perhaps even more because he had surprised her and not the other way round. Would she ever beat him at giving surprises? She highly doubted it. She wasn’t as spontaneous as he was. “You go girl, surprise your man.” Lydia’s voice urged in her head and she smiled. Perhaps she could surprise him after all. “Are you even listening to me?” He asked, his right brow raised and she nodded, clearing her throat. He narrowed his eyes showing he didn’t believe her. “I’m serious!” She argued

Jane eyed Lia's face as they sat down at their booth to eat. They were at an ice cream parlor, the very same one Fernando had brought her to. that one time. Lia avoided her gaze and picked up the menu, smiling as she looked through the list.Perhaps she could get some and Fernando could lick it before going down on her again. Lia's eyes opened at her train of thoughts and she flushed, looking around her to see if anyone else was watching her. No one. Phew!Lia rolled her eyes when she saw Jane staring and shrugged. She won't make things easy for her by telling her, she was a married woman through and through. Jane was smart anyway so she would figure it out. "Oh my God," Jane gasped, putting her hands over her mouth. Her eyes were wide and her head was shaking of its own accord.'Bingo,' Lia whispered under her breath as a waiter walked up to their table to retrieve the menu and their order. "This, and this, oh and this." Lia pointed to several options and the waiter nodded, jotting

"It's so beautiful," Lia gushed, looking at the beach in front of them. This was their seventh date or was it the tenth or twelfth? She couldn't remember the exact number but the number really didn't matter. It had to be a big number though because Fernando had gone all out. He had booked them a reservation at the South Beach, the most popular beach in Miami. She had missed most of view because she had slept all through the plane ride from NY to Miami. Fernando had hired a pilot for this trip saying he wanted to be close to her. Now, she could tick Australia and Miami off her list of places she had never been before. She couldn't help but imagine how her life had been before Fernando came into it. Yes the road had been pretty rough and the challenges had been great but we survived. Even though things felt like nothing could spoil their thunder, she knew they hadn't seen the worst of it. Not that she was looking forward to worse things for them but they were inevitable. Lia eyed