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2,195,492	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) '{"alias":2195487}'	Yes	2024-10-15 09:54	active	1634	Click to read all chapters	Uncle Aleksei forced his hard part of himself between my lips, grunting my name and wrapping my hair in fists. Thrusting. I wish that was not just a dream. “I know you want me Uncle Aleksei, why do you keep pushing me away?” I let my fingers walk up the center of his formidable chest. “I want you to ride on my coock.“ He pressed me back against the trunk, “But I gave your father five years. During those five years, I vowed to keep you innocent. Including me.” “And when does the contract expire?”My mouth is dry, so I make myself swallow. His big chest lifts and shudders back down. “Tonight.” ------ Chapter 1 1: Aleksei. Some would call her a curse, but I know better. Little Georgina is an angel. My angel. Her father is speaking to me from the other side of his desk, but my attention is captured by the scene taking place outside the window, just over his shoulder. Georgina is out for her daily morning swim in the backyard, jumping off the diving board in her emerald – green bikini. As she jumps, long, raven – colored hair flies out around her, musical laughter reaching through the window pane to fill the office. Her teat come free of the flimsy material beneath the water. I know this, even if I can’t see it. I’d love nothing more than to pluck her from the pool and bend her over that diving board, those ridiculous green triangles hanging from my teeth. Soon. My fingers twitch where they rest on my knee, imagining the strings of her top caught between them. Yanking them open instead of tying them securely, as I’d done only an hour ago. Uncle Aleksei, will you tie me up? A growl kindles in my throat. Yes, some might say I have been cursed, assigned as full – time bodyguard to a tempting eighteen – year – old who comes to me with her every whim, giving me big green, grateful eyes when I fulfill them. Men of this world want instant gratification. I am the opposite — and everyone will soon know this about me. My time has been bided for five long years, and my reward is almost ready to be claimed. “As you know, Aleksei, when Georgina’s mother was taken from me…” David Harris’s hand clenches into a fist and shakes over his neat stack of paperwork. “Georgina was all I had left. She’s been homeschooled, kept within these walls from enemies who would target me. I’ve trusted her to no one, save you. And once again, I must ask that you protect her in this next phase of her life.” His expression wilts. “College.” David is a congressman with deep Russian roots. Loyalties that he never forgot but keeps out of the public eye. He’s a man who doesn’t mind using his political influence to grant favors, when such actions benefit him. Such is my case. In exchange for David pulling strings to bring my mother and siblings to Chicago from Russia, I pledged him five years of fealty. When I came to Chicago, my reputation preceded me. I’m a man who keeps his vows, even at the cost of death. Among my duties as David’s right – hand soldier, I have been tasked with keeping his precious daughter safe and happy. I have performed my job very well. A weaker man would have given in to his lust by now and bedded the girl. Snuck in while her father slept upstairs and claimed her perfection for his own. Red coats my vision, crackling fire roaring to life in my ears. Just thinking of her in someone else’s hands makes me want to commit slaughter. “If it was up to me, she would go somewhere local. Private.” David sighs, scrubbing both hands over his face. “But she wants her freedom. We can’t keep her locked up forever.” Oh no? A matter of opinion, perhaps. I examine my knuckles. “You want me to drive her to college.” “Yes.” David turns and watches Georgina through the window. “Keeping her sheltered for so long…it’s going to backfire. She doesn’t know how to make friends or go places alone. Christ, she doesn’t know anything thing about men.” And she won’t. No men but me. I grip the armrest of the chair so tightly, it begins to snap, but I release it in time. “No,” I agree, my voice grating. “She knows nothing of men.” If she did, she wouldn’t be so comfortable sitting on my lap. Or parading around her rooms in nothing but flimsy pantie when I can clearly see her through the open door. My coock has gotten hard watching those little cheeks jiggle inside lace so many times, I’ve lost count. Her body is not the only thing that stirs my manhood, though. Oh no. Others tend to write off my Georgina as a pampered brat who is spoiled thanks to her paramour looks. Little do they know Michigan State gave her a full academic scholarship. I can’t check books out of the library for her fast enough, and I’ve replaced her tutors several times because they couldn’t devise a challenging curriculum. The angel keeps me on my toes. “I’ve asked a lot of you, Aleksei. My work schedule doesn’t allow me to be home very often, and you’ve become Georgina’s family.” He gives me a look ripe with meaning. “And you haven’t broken the promise you made me. You know the one. God, she even calls you Uncle.” I know this. I don’t need a reminder of the purgatory I’ve been living in. “You’ve become invaluable to me, not just as Georgina’s bodyguard but as an operator.” We trade a look. Operator. Hit man. Same difference. “You’re the best I have on my payroll, but those skills haven’t been utilized as much as I’d like. Once you help Georgina transition to college life, I need you back here working for me.” He leans forward across the desk. “Without Georgina as a distraction, we can really focus your…talents…where they’re needed. Name your price.” I’m saved from having to answer when Georgina explodes into the room, bringing color and light along with her. And too little clothing for my liking. Bubbling with life, she turns in a pirouette, giving me a three – hundred – and – sixty – degree view of my tight, teenage tease, her slender curves covered in nothing but green strips of wet nylon. My muscles flex, my hands eager to reach for her. But I don’t have to, because as usual, Georgina reaches for me first. “Aleksei,” she sing – songs, taking her rightful spot on my thigh, throwing herself sideways against my chest and snuggling there. “You said you’d come outside and watch me dive.” My features stay neutral, but my head is filled with a forbidden image. Georgina’s legs spread on David’s desk while I tongue – fack her to a hiip – bucking high. “Your father needed to speak with me.” Her fingers toy with the button of my coat. “About what?” David smiles absently, his gaze drawn by something on his computer screen. “Your drive to college tomorrow.” He refocuses on his daughter, seeming to find nothing at all wrong with her clinging to me half neked, still dripping from the pool and looking like an advertisement for expensive internet porrn. The ones I never click on because they aren’t Georgina. David’s cluelessness is only one of the reasons I have no guilt about what’s to come. He has taken my reputation as a killer into consideration and still allowed me to raise his daughter. Me. A red – blooded male taking on responsibilities of her meals, her schooling, even the purchase of her clothing. Caring for her when she’s sick. Does he actually believe I could now part ways with my reward? “You know I have my reservations about letting you attend school so far from home, but we’ve registered you under an alias. Your pictures haven’t been in the media since you were thirteen, so there’s no danger of being recognized. Aleksei is going to check your dorm for security and speak with personnel, to make sure you’re settled before he leaves.” David raps a fist on his desk. “Any instructions he gives you are for your own safety. Make sure you listen.” “Of course.” Green eyes flash up at me, full of wit and sass. “Don’t I always?” Chapter 2 This is it. I’m finally free. I get a running start and slide across the hood of Aleksei’s black Mercedes, my buutt making a long squeaking sound. Sticking the landing on the other side, I throw back my hands like I’ve just dismounted the uneven bars at the Olympics. Watching me through broody, slate – gray eyes, Aleksei tosses my final suitcase into the trunk without cracking a smile. What is his deal today? Most times, he would at least give me a little lip tilt action. “Aw. Are you going to miss me, Uncle Aleksei?” I saunter closer and prop my hiip against one of the rear car doors. “Is that why you’re so quiet?” His gaze tracks down to my jean skirt, probably finding it too short to be decent. “Nyet.” Hurt swamps my belly knowing he’s eager to get rid of me, but I don’t let him see it. Some days I think he likes caring for me. He does it so well. When my father checked out emotionally after my mother was killed, Aleksei became the only constant in my life. He’s stayed that way for five years. Would a hardened man like Aleksei do anything he didn’t want to do? I have no idea. Then again, this is part of the reason I’m going so far away from home for school, isn’t it? The confusing way Aleksei makes me feel? My hormones officially went bananas right after I turned sixteen and walked in on Aleksei in the shower. Through the water – speckled glass, I saw his neked, six – foot – eight frame covered in jet-black ink, water coasting down that handsome face — so frustratingly made of stone — splashing on his hard packs of ruthless muscle. He didn’t see me in the bathroom. No, he couldn’t have. Or he wouldn’t have continued stroking that huge, heavy trunk of flesh between his legs, muttering curses in Russian. Aleksei being none the wiser about my accidental peep show is the only reason I can still call him Uncle with a straight face. Because I’m pretty sure girls aren’t supposed to have sweaty fever dreams about their uncles. Even if they’re not actual blood relations. And even if the dreams are against a girl’s will. Oh, who are you kidding? You beg your subconscious for those dreams. My niples turn to spikes beneath my tank top just thinking about the last one. When I joined Aleksei inside that foggy shower and he forced that hard part of himself between my lips, grunting my name and wrapping my hair in fists. Thrusting. Have I been crazy thinking he could crave that — crave me — in real life? Sometimes I swear I sense torment and restraint in him, but he locks it down so fast I think I imagined it. Well, I’ve had quite enough of living in such close quarters with the man haunting my dreams and turning me into a walking, talking horn dog. It hurts. Physically and mentally. Not to mention, the second – guessing of my own sanity is starting to drive me crazy. Not that I’d let him know that. Memories of Aleksei’s rough hands tying my bathing suit strings yesterday makes my movements provocetive as I sway closer to him, inserting myself between him and the trunk, letting my fingers walk up the center of his formidable chest. “You won’t miss me even a little bit?” Eyes flaring, he catches my wrist. “Do not play games with me, Georgina.” The breath catches in my lungs, heat rushing to my cheeks. Rushing to every part of me. What if I never get another chance to figure out if I imagined the pull between us? I’m going to college today. Even if he tells me I’m crazy and he could never be attracted to a girl he raised from such a young age — a girl he taught to drive, taught to throw a punch — I won’t have to see him every day while living with the knowledge. The reality of not seeing him sends panic and pain slicing into my middle. And it’s the pain that knocks the words free of my mouth. “I’ve tried to play games,” I blurt out, thinking of all my silly attempts to tempt him. “You won’t play them back.” Gray eyes narrow, and I sense a debate taking place. I’m so focused on watching him for a sign of what he’s thinking, I sack in a breath when he releases my wrist…and steps forward, pressing me back against the trunk. Traps me there. My neck is forced to crane to keep eye contact, and he looms, so massive and unmoving above me, but his dominance only makes my nerve endings go wilder. “Nothing about us, little angel, is a game. I will not miss you, because I never intend to leave you.” His hand slides beneath my skirt and cups my right cheek, kneading it, stealing the power from my knees. Making my mind reel. “This is mine. Now go put it in the passenger seat, before your father sees me defiling you from the window. It wouldn’t stop my plans, but it might delay us.” He slaps my backside, growling deep in his throat. “And you know I hate being late.” I’m left with my mouth agape, staring into space as Aleksei rounds the car and climbs into the driver’s side, starting the engine. What in the world just happened? Chapter 3 My Gina does not like puzzles. She fidgets now in the passenger seat like a bird in its nest, unable to get comfortable. Which means I cannot settle, either, because her comfort is my calling. I do find the way she huffs and peeks over at me from beneath her eyelashes rather adorable, however, so I’ve decided to let it continue a little longer. She will have the information she seeks soon enough. Revealing my intention to keep Georgina was not part of my plan, but I’m a man at the end of his tether. My notorious patience is thinning with every mile I drive. Keeping myself restrained around this girl was never easy, but now that I can see light at the end of the tunnel, I find my desperation to claim Georgina growing stronger by the second. To a level of hunger I never knew existed and doubt I’ll ever extinguish. Her palms travel down her bare thighs then back up. A nervous gesture, but that doesn’t stop it from hardening my diick. When I make her my wife, I will allow the skirts. But I will take her wearing these tiny creations as a signal she wants to be facked until they’re soaked straight through with my seed. Then she can decide if she still wants to wear them in public. If I want to make it to our destination, I must cease these thoughts, but I know from experience that it’s impossible. She is my obsession and has been such for longer than I would admit to a court of law. Quitting breathing would be easier than stopping my thoughts of her beneath me. Finally. Her vergin blood staining the sheets of our bed. Georgina sits forward suddenly. “I didn’t pack my favorite pajamas. The long red shirt with the pocket — ” “I packed it.” “My copy of Anne of Green Gables?” A memory of her curled up beside me reading the book makes my throat feel funny. “Done.” She’s quiet for a beat. “What about my spare pair of reading glasses? I always lose the first and I need a backup until I find — ” “They’re in the bag with your…lotions.” “Oh. Thank you, Aleksei.” She goes back to rubbing those thlghs. The ones that will be living around my waist very soon, but not soon enough for my sanity. “So, um. What did you mean back in the driveway? About never leaving me. Did you mean that…figuratively?” My lips press together to keep from smiling. Six miles. She made it six miles without giving in to her curiosity. Too bad I have to make it another two hundred miles without giving in to my impulse to fully explain my intentions. “I meant it the way I meant it.” I feel her low hum deep in my stomach. “I don’t like that answer.” “You are only satisfied with full explanations.” “That’s because I’m a normal.” Again, I suppress a smile. “You don’t find me normal, angel?” She tilts her head and peruses me with lively green eyes. “Definitely not.” Her jiggling right leg tells me this line of questioning is far from over. When it finally stills, I glance over to find her cheeks pink. “Aleksei, you…touched me.” At the reminder of her taut ass fitting perfectly in my hand, the teeth of my zipper bite into my swelling diick. “I’ve touched you many times. Do you not recall what happens when there’s a thunderstorm and you crawl into bed with me?” A puff of air leaves her lips. “You’re just so w – warm.” Memories of Georgina tucked tight against me, her hands dangerously low on my belly, make my fingers tighten on the steering wheel. That long red T – shirt she calls pajamas is so threadbare I could feel her niples rake my sides every time she breathed. Oh yes, she’s tried to play games with me many, many times. I’ve cursed my refusal to break vows on more occasions than I can remember, but I’m a man of my word. I can only hope she will appreciate this about me one day. Tomorrow would be nice. “I’m glad my temperature pleases you, Georgina.” I can hear her quickened breathing across the car. “Brushing my neck accidentally with your fingers when tying my bathing suit or…rubbing my back when I’m sick…that’s not the way you touched me in the driveway. That was different,” she finishes in a whisper. “Did you like it?” Heat kicks me low in the gut. Years of forcing myself to treat this girl like a niece has taken its toll. How can I resist talking to her about sax? About the off – limits body she’s been tempting me with since I was hired by her father? When I finally answer her question, my voice is nothing more than gravel. “You’re asking me if I enjoyed having your smooth little cheek in my hand, knowing there’s a tan line that slashes diagonally, right across the center?” A rumble of hunger moves in my chest. “There’s a reason I never remove my overcoat while you’re swimming in that green mind-fack of a bathing suit, angel. My cocck is so stiff, you could use it as a second diving board.” Her knees shot together, and I barely check the urge to reach over and pry them apart. To see if my confession made her pantie wet. Don’t do it. If I see any evidence that her vergin cuunt is prepared for me, I’ll pull over and breed her on the hood of this car. “B – but you…” she sputters. “You’re the one who bought the green bathing suit for me.” “I assure you, Georgina, that bathing suit was all for Uncle Aleksei.” Chapter 4 Is this real life? Sheltered or not, I’m usually capable of assessing a situation pretty fast. Reading people. Solving dilemmas. But I can’t make sense of this. Aleksei, the man I’ve been having illicit fantasies about for years, has been having them about me, too? No way. I don’t believe it. All those times I snuck into his bedroom because I was “scared of the thunder” (I wasn’t), he refused to take any of the openings I gave him. I mean, call me crazy, but when a half – neked girl combs her fingers through a man’s chest hair and purrs like a kitten, that’s a sure – fire sign she’s interested in more. But he’d only lain there like a stone statue, grunting at me in Russian to stop interrupting his sleep. All this time, has he wanted to push me down into the mattress and… I can’t even bring myself to think the word, because I’m already slick. Right where it counts. And he keeps frowning at my squeezed – together legs, as if he knows it. “I don’t believe you. About wanting me.” His jaw muscle flexes. Hard. He’s angry now? “Don’t believe me?” “Nope. Why now? Why would you wait to tell me this until you’re…” I fling a hand toward the passing scenery, “essentially driving me out of your life?” He bares his teeth. “I’m not leaving you. We’ve spoken of this.” Hearing that, knowing he didn’t just mean it in some symbolic way, my heart lifts with relief. As much as I want my freedom, the one thing — person — I never want to be away from is Aleksei. He’s the one who brings home a cake and candles to celebrate my birthday when my father forgets. He’s the one who fusses and threatens the doctors when I’m sick. My friend, the only man who’s ever made my lady parts clench…my uncle who isn’t really an uncle. Aleksei. But it’s difficult to reconcile the man I’ve grown up with and this new, saxually charged Adonis…who claims to want me. Bad. Even after walking in on him touching himself in the shower, our relationship didn’t change. Not on his end, anyway. I was walking into walls for two months, the hot vision of his big hand stroking up and down his shaft painted on my corneas. “I need an explanation, Aleksei. Or I’ll…” I search the car for some threat inspiration, my gaze landing on the granola bar sticking out of my purse. “I won’t eat until I get the truth.” If possible, his powerful frame grows even stiffer. “Your lunch time is in seventeen minutes, Georgina. You will not be missing it.” Propping my hand on a bent wrist, I flutter my eyelashes at him. “Then I guess you should start talking.” He grunts, looking at me with grudging approval. “You are a very challenging creature.” His fingers tap on the steering wheel. “Very well. I will appease some of this curiosity.” My smile seems to distract him. “Thank you.” A curt nod. “Try and maintain that grateful attitude.” His cheek flexes for long moments as he stares out at the road ahead. “Do you remember when I came to live with you?” “Of course.” I turn and lay the side of my face on the leather seat. “It was the week after my mother’s funeral. My father was so paranoid, he wouldn’t let me leave the house, and I thought I’d be a prisoner forever, but…he trusted you to protect me. Before you even unpacked, you took me out for ice cream.” “Yes.” His expression warms, before the stoicism returns and chases it away. “This trust your father had in me is very important, Georgina. It didn’t come for free. Do you understand? Not for him or me.” He pauses. “My mother and sister needed a home in Chicago, and your father had the connections I didn’t, being so new to this country.” I nod, because I knew this much already. Aleksei’s family is private and they don’t come to the house very often, unless there’s some news that must be delivered in person. But I always know when it’s someone’s birthday because he asks my opinion when ordering flowers or a gift online. “I’m glad he helped your family. It brought me you.” My face goes up in flames as soon as the words leave my mouth. Normally, I wouldn’t hesitate to let Aleksei know I appreciate him. But that was before he touched me. Before he admitted to admiring my near – neked body with looks I used to believe were platonic. Now I worry saying how much I need him out loud might make me sound too desperate. Aren’t I, though? God, I can barely sit still on the seat, I want to be in his lap so bad. “Georgina.” “Yes,” I breathe. “You will continue as you always have. You will not stop telling me your thoughts.” He rolls a shoulder. “I like them very much.” My heart is pounding in my ears when I say, “Tell me the rest.” His eyebrows lift at being given a command, but thankfully he doesn’t pull the plug on our conversation. “I gave him five years of loyal service in exchange for his help with my family. When I came to Chicago, I assumed I would be running…a very different kind of operation for your father. But when he mentioned hiring you a different bodyguard, I protested.” I catch a laugh in my throat, just imagining what that protest from Aleksei looked and sounded like. Sort of like the human equivalent of a volcanic eruption. “This amuses you, angel?” The car picks up speed. “Men are not to be trusted.” “Only you.” “That’s right. Only me.” He slants a look in my direction, those cool gray eyes roaming over my legs and bosom, his humongous arms seeming to expand and flex inside his coat. “I gave him five years. During those five years, I vowed to keep you innocent. Of all men, yes. But when I made this promise to your father, it was clear that it pertained to me. So long as this five – year contract was in effect, you were forbidden.” Five years. My mind flips like pages in a calendar, thinking back to the day Aleksei arrived. Fall. It was fall. I remember because the first time I saw him, I was sitting on the front steps of my house, head resting in my lap, wishing I could go ride my bike at the pier with my friends. Never again, though. My father, lost in his grief, had barred me from leaving. Aleksei’s black boots appeared first, crunching on the autumn leaves that had fallen from the tree. He crouched down and forced me to meet his eyes. Eyes that reminded me of thawing ice. Angel, he’d rasped. “And…” My mouth is dry, so I make myself swallow. “And when does the contract expire?” His big chest lifts and shudders back down. “Tonight.” Chapter 5 It’s time for Georgina’s lunch. When she doesn’t eat, everything I say is the wrong thing. So we don’t miss meals. She has been quiet since I informed her my shackles come off tonight. Quiet and…restless. I take a book from the glove compartment and drop it in her lap, but she starts to read it upside down, so I stow it away again. Her fingers pluck at the hem of her skirt, her feet perform an awkward dance routine, and she keeps changing the radio stations, never settling. I have an urge to park the car and pull her across the seat, into my lap. It’s what she needs. A good, hard ride on her man’s cocck. Even if she doesn’t realize it yet. Soon. There are some things we must speak about, before I take her body. But even I am not foolish enough to inform Georgina of her future when she has an empty stomach. She might have been born in Chicago, but she has a fiery Russian temper. In the future, I have no doubt I’ll fack her mid – tantrum — frequently — but I want her first time to be… Romantic. My lip curls at such a feminine notion. Only Georgina could make a cold – blooded killer consider things like candles and high thread count sheets. I never imagined myself as a husband. And I never would have, if I hadn’t met the angel. Now I can think of nothing but making every second of her life happy. Providing and protecting what God has given me. Perhaps Georgina and I have different notions about what she requires to be content, but she will come around to my way of thinking. There is no other choice. A hint of unease creeps into my chest, but I banish it. I’ve already mapped the restaurant where I plan to feed Georgina, and we approach the freeway exit right on time. The gourmet sandwich shop is not the main attraction in the tiny town, though. And when we park along the main street, she sees it and gasps. “A library? Oh my God, it’s huge.” She fumbles with the door handle, unable to take her eyes off the gothic building. “Aleksei, did you know?” I don’t bother answering, because she should know by now, I do nothing by accident. Instead, I climb out of the driver’s side and round the bumper, scanning the street for threats as I take Georgina’s hand, pulling her onto the sidewalk. She sways into me, but this time I don’t step back right away. I let her front mold to mine, her lips popping open at the feel of my jutting diick. I want to back her against the car, thrust my eraction up between her thighs and introduce her to the only cocck she’ll ever know, damm the potential witnesses. But as always, when I take her out in public, heads begin turning almost immediately. In Georgina’s direction. There is a breeze blowing against the hem of her skirt, the white material teasing the underside of her tempting buns. That same breeze stiffens her niples and makes her shiver, skyrocketing my protective instincts. Grinding my teeth together, I reach into the backseat and wrap her in the denim jacket she brought along. She presses her lips together, those green eyes knowing. Does she enjoy my jealousy? I wonder if she still would if she knew how deep it runs. “Thank you for the library,” she whispers. “Can we go?” “Da, angel.” I take her hand and lead her to the restaurant. “After you eat.” “I’m not even hungry.” She consumes every bite. I eat much faster, so I lean back in my chair and enjoy the sight of her mouth moving, the little pleased noises she makes. Just like on the street, every male in the place cranes their neck to get an eyeful of what’s mine. Until I let them know with my eyes that I will strangle them with piano wire in their sleep if they don’t fack off. By the time Georgina finishes, we’re the only ones left in the restaurant, which pleases me very much. On the walk to the library, Georgina takes my hand and smiles up at me. “I guess I should enjoy the good meals while they last. It’s going to be crappy campus food from here on out.” Again, there’s an uncomfortable pang below my neck, much like guilt. “Only one hour in the library, Georgina. I want to stay on schedule.” She glances up at the giant clock on top of the library. “Freshman orientation isn’t until tomorrow night. We have until then to move me into the dorm.” She sends me a saucy wink. “No sweat, right?” No sweat? Moving her into a place full of strangers with bad judgment and a steamy man – child trying to get laid around every corner? This is what she considers no sweat? There is only one way for me to retain my sanity, and it doesn’t include leaving her to sleep in a place where I cannot guard her. When I don’t answer, questions appear in Georgina’s eyes, but I quickly usher her into the library. Her intake of breath distracts me from my dark thoughts, replacing them with appreciation over her reaction. There’s a beam of sunlight streaming in through a second – story stained – glass window, and it lands on the angel, making her glow even brighter. She presses her fingers to her lips and turns in a circle, taking in the sweeping marble staircases and endless rows of books on either side. I only have eyes for Georgina, because surely there is no greater creation on this earth. The fates could not truly expect me to let her go. No. It would be impossible. I would go insane. I’m doing the right thing. The only thing. My voice is gruff when I find it. “The fiction section is downstairs. To your right.” Her lips tilt at the evidence that not only did I plan in advance to bring her here, but I did my research. For her. Everything for her. “I think I’ll take a look upstairs first.” When she climbs the marble staircase, her backside twitches right to left, turning my bloodstream into a river of fire. She casts a look back at me over her shoulder, and I know she’s up to something. But if I can do anything but follow. Chapter 6 Turnabout is fair play, right? Aleksei has stroked my hormones like a harp player for the longest. I’ve lived for his grudging smiles and grunts of approval. I’ve woken up hot and sweaty because his lips accidentally grazed my earlobe during a hug, turning my dreams into graphic movies starring him. And me. It has not been easy living on the razor’s edge of something I don’t fully understand but am eager to learn about. And yes, maybe plotting to seduce him in a public library is a little impulsive. After all, he all but told me we’re going all the way tonight. Mere hours from now. A hot shiver passes through me as I turn down the darkened self – help aisle, Aleksei’s boots thudding heavily on the marble behind me. I don’t want to wait for tonight. This attraction ran thick between the both of us, so I’m kind of angry that he kept me at a distance while I was suffering. We both had needs — Aleksei had no right to file it under his stubborn terms. Maybe the politician’s daughter is coming out to play, because I feel compelled to take back a little of the control he didn’t see fit to allow me. I’ve been handled by my handler, and I don’t appreciate knowing how much time we’ve wasted. Aleksei thought I was playing games with him before? He ain’t seen nothing yet. I find what I’m looking for and stop, pointing to the top shelf. “Aleksei?” He’s suddenly so huge beside me in the dim lighting, his tightly leashed control beginning to show signs of strain, it takes me a moment to continue. “Can you reach up and get me the big red one? The one with gold lettering on the spine?” He seems surprised by my request, but complies. And I have the satisfaction of watching one dark eyebrow hop toward his hairline when he reads the title. “The Kama Sutra, Georgina?” I step between Aleksei and the shelf and slowly unbutton his signature black overcoat. Listening to his breath accelerate, I run a finger down his chest and stomach, feeling pretty smug when he moans. “I thought I could use some pointers for tonight.” My index finger hooks in his waistband of his dress pants and tugs. “Don’t you want me to be…ready?” “I will put you in the positions that will bring you the most pleasure,” Aleksei rasps, reaching over my head to slide the book back into its slot. “You will not need such pointers.” “Because you’re going to teach me.” Pinpricks of sweat appear on his brow. “This is so.” The ragged hunger in his tone sends warmth pooling between my l	LEARN_MORE	https://m.novelworldoversea.com/4u9l6i45jg0.html	Storyverse	https://www.facebook.com/61567115634026/	1	1969-12-31 18:00	Learn more	m.novelworldoversea.com	IMAGE		https://m.novelworldoversea.com/4u9l6i45jg0.html	1969-12-31 18:00	https://scontent-lga3-2.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/463249940_1057075235662757_8418048909554596956_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60&_nc_cat=107&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=KwRDb0E2Li8Q7kNvgFJi9ls&_nc_zt=14&_nc_ht=scontent-lga3-2.xx&_nc_gid=AYqVnTMXEnfZxzf8Wg899kk&oh=00_AYBwb_-Pah1FAEyV1-BFRGRI7inKx839WMRSLcNE1IvBBQ&oe=67143EC1	PERSON_PROFILE	0	Storyverse	1969-12-31 18:00	View Edit Delete
2,195,049	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) null	Yes	2024-10-15 09:54	active	1634	🔥Click to read all Chapters and all Books!🔥	💔💔Before Sophia Cruise's divorce, someone advised, "Although your husband cheated on you and has an illegitimate son, that's just a mistake that all men will make. You should be magnanimous and take good care of his son." After her divorce, Sophia changed into the world's richest woman, and many handsome young men fawned on her. Whenever rumors spread, her ex-husband, Pierce Clement, was the first to refute, "I believe in my ex-wife. Those people have nothing to do with her." 🤣🤣One day, Sophia was interviewed by reporters. "Ms. Cruise, what if you fall in love with someone else?" Sophia replied with a smile, "I hope my husband can be magnanimous. After all, that's just a mistake that all women will make." Pierce was rendered speechless. "I can't!" Headline: The day I knew about my pregancy, I found my husband had an illegitimate child with his first love.🤣🤣 Chapter 1 The Illegitimate Son "Come to the dinner party at the Hilton Hotel right now." Pierce Clement demanded without much emotion. But Sophia Cruise was overjoyed when she received her husband's call. "I'm in the hospital..." Before Sophia could tell Pierce that she was doing a pregnancy test, Pierce hung up. Pierce had been on a business trip for over two months, and this was the first time he called Sophia. He was as distant as ever, but his call excited Sophia. Sophia thought, "He still remembers that today is the third anniversary of our marriage. "He must have planned a surprise party for me." Her haggard face became florid and beamed with joy as she left the hospital with the report. It was great. Sophia also had good news for Pierce. What a happy day! As soon as Sophia got out of the car, she was surrounded. Reporters came in great numbers, barring her way. Sophia couldn't conceal her happiness. Pierce might have released the news of their anniversary, so the reporters waited there to congratulate them. At this thought, Sophia waved joyfully at the reporters. "Mrs. Clement, your marriage to Pierce has lasted for three years. Do you know that his illegitimate son is already two years old?" "Mrs. Clement, what do you think of Pierce's illegitimate son? Will you bring him back and raise him?" "You and Pierce are a couple in name, and each of you has your own lover, right?" "Is that child yours? Or Pierce cheated on you?" All the reporters fired questions at Sophia. There had been rumors about Pierce's illegitimate son recently, but Sophia didn't believe them. "My husband is very busy. We don't have any children yet, and he doesn't have an illegitimate son. The rumors aren't true. We love each other dearly, and I believe in my husband." In the third year of her marriage, Sophia could handle such unexpected situations proficiently and decisively. Pierce stood straight not far away. His features were strongly defined. He had a solemn expression on his face and a cold look in his eyes. Pierce chatted with the person across from him. As he looked up, he saw Sophia walking over. He ceased to smile, and his stern face became expressionless as usual. The next second, the smile died on Sophia's lips. She stiffened and scuffed her feet. She saw Pierce holding a cute little boy in his arms. The boy was about two years old, a carbon copy of Pierce. Pierce looked down at the boy smilingly, appearing noble and gentle. The woman beside Pierce tenderly took over the boy, as if they had been married for years. It was Pierce's first love, Emelia Wilson. Unexpectedly, she was back! The boy looked like Emelia and Pierce. Sophia was convinced that he was Pierce's son! She clenched her fists so that she wouldn't lose control of her emotions. Three years ago, Emelia broke up with Pierce after taking his mother's money and went abroad. Pierce was hit by Emelia's betrayal. Probably to wreak vengeance on his mother, he had dated many girls since then. Sophia had long been in love with Pierce. When she was kidnapped abroad, Pierce passed by and saved her. She had taken a liking to him at their first meeting. After returning to the country, Sophia went to work at the Clement Group to get close to Pierce. However, Pierce didn't remember who she was. Sophia pushed herself to get better to attract Pierce's attention. She became Pierce's chief secretary in just six months. Not long after, Pierce's sister fell seriously ill and needed donated bone marrow. It was found during a physical examination that Sophia's bone marrow matched well. For the first time, Pierce talked to Sophia about a personal matter. He patiently asked what her conditions for donating bone marrow were. Sophia was willing to do that, but she didn't want money. She tried not to be nervous and ventured, "If you marry me." Pierce was stunned, but then he casually agreed, "Okay." It seemed that he didn't care who his wife was at all. Sophia, on the contrary, was excited. After marriage, she was devoted to her family, hoping that she could be with Pierce for the rest of her life. In the past three years, she had been mocked, humiliated, and neglected, and everyone gossiped about her. It was as if she would be driven out of Pierce's villa at any time. However, Sophia had always believed that she wouldn't regret marrying Pierce. She was pretty sure that she would become a qualified wife. Time would prove that Pierce had made the right choice, and he would notice and fall in love with her. But right now, Sophia's confidence and determination seemed to have been shattered. Standing on the stage, Pierce glanced coldly at the people around him, and the hall immediately quieted down. "Thank you all for taking the time to attend my son Luke Clement's second birthday party amidst your busy schedule. He was photographed by the reporters and subjected to unfounded speculation. "To avoid causing harm to him, I'd like to formally declare that he's my son with Sophia." Hearing this, Sophia went blank. She looked up at Pierce with a stiff and gloomy expression, and her face turned pale. The reporters at the door hadn't left yet. So they heard what Pierce said. Just now, Sophia firmly denied that Luke had anything to do with Pierce. But now, Pierce admitted that Luke was his son. Obviously, Sophia wasn't Luke's mother. Sophia felt as if she was slapped in public. She felt color flame up in her cheeks in the scorching sun. Today was their wedding anniversary! Pierce might have forgotten what day it was today. He asked Sophia to come because he decided to claim his relationship with Luke at the party. Sophia's nose twitched, and tears blurred her eyes. Pierce's declaration ruined the marriage she had worked hard to maintain and shattered her persistence and self-esteem. Sophia took a deep look at Pierce, who was waiting for her to make a cooperative statement. He left Sophia in a dilemma without caring about her feelings! Sophia was burning with embarrassment, indifference, and humiliation. Pressed and urged by Pierce's sharp and cold gaze, Sophia was heartbroken. He wanted her to compromise. Sophia found it ridiculous. She finally realized that she could never let Pierce fall for her. She was too naïve before, and now she had given up. It was time to put an end to the farce. Sophia took the microphone. With a smile, she said slowly in a low voice, "Mr. Clement, there must be some mistake. I have nothing to do with this child. I also want to know who his mother is." The audience burst into an uproar and tacitly exchanged glances. Sophia looked Pierce in the eye and saw a glimmer of anger and forbearance in it. Pierce knitted his brows and lowered his voice. "Sophia, what are you doing? Don't you know how important this thing is? Did you forget your promise?" Sophia once promised that as long as Pierce married her, she would act as his good wife and would never embarrass the Clement family. With a sneer, Sophia suppressed her disappointment and withdrew her gaze indifferently. "It's not that I make trouble out of nothing, but you push me too far!" Her eyes were filled with disappointment and coldness. She decided to help Pierce for the last time, so she dropped her voice. "Pierce, let's get divorced!" Then Sophia threw the microphone onto the ground, turned around, and left. The hall was silent. Sophia married Pierce three years ago, and his son was already two years old. In other words, Pierce wasn't busy with work in the past three years but took care of his real family. He said he didn't like children, so he didn't get Sophia pregnant. But it turned out he just didn't like Sophia's children. Sophia had no idea of that like a fool and still tried hard to maintain her seemingly happy marriage. She stopped at the door of the hall and looked back. She saw Emelia comfort Pierce with Luke in her arms. Her voice was gentle. "Pierce, why did Sophia leave? Does she not like Luke?" Pierce replied in a frigid voice, "Leave her alone." Chapter 2 Slander How ironic. "Leave her alone." Pierce's indifferent words seemed to have plunged Sophia into a bottomless abyss covered with ice and snow, bringing her silent agony. He was heartless. He thought Sophia took advantage of him. Sophia was sensible enough to ask for a divorce, and Pierce could finally get rid of marital bonds. She gave a short, derisive laugh with a hint of desperation and decisiveness in her eyes. Sophia turned around and strode away without the least hesitation. She admitted that she liked Pierce, but she had her limits. She wouldn't let Pierce wound her pride without resisting. It wasn't shameful to get a divorce. Instead, Sophia found it shameful if she helped to cover up the truth that Pierce cheated on her and had an illegitimate son. That was ridiculous! She would regain her sense of dignity herself. * Sophia went back home. The villa was elaborately decorated with fine furniture. She hoped that Pierce could feel warm as soon as he came back. At that moment, the huge villa was empty. When Sophia came to think of it, Pierce just stayed for a day last month and hurriedly left. But she was so surprised by his short visit that she was at a loss. Pierce might have been with Emelia and their son for the past three years. This realization made Sophia shiver in disgust. She went upstairs to pack her things when she heard the servant knock on the door. "Mrs. Clement, Devan is here." Sophia was stunned for a moment and walked out. Pierce's assistant, Devan Reed, brought a suitcase with him. It seemed like he had just disembarked from the plane. He handed over a jewelry box and a bouquet with a smile. "Mrs. Clement, these are Mr. Clement's gifts for your third anniversary." Dumbfounded, Sophia looked up at Devan. She suddenly remembered that she received all the anniversary gifts from Devan. Pierce was celebrating his illegitimate son's birthday now. How could he prepare these gifts for Sophia? Sophia sneered and didn't reach out to take the gifts. Disappointed, she could only admit that she was a loser. "Pierce doesn't even remember what day it is today. Did you prepare these gifts?" As soon as the words fell, Devan's smile stiffened. It seemed that he couldn't hold it anymore. "Mrs. Clement..." Devan's reaction spoke for itself. Sophia set her mind at rest. She felt relieved to obtain the answer. She was joyful when she received those gifts before, but now she found it ridiculous! She was so foolish that she didn't see anything wrong. Sophia turned to go upstairs without saying anything more. She took out her phone and wanted to call her family but hesitated. Back then, she married Pierce despite the opposition from her family. She deserved it! Sophia clicked on the news. The hot headlines that gave rise to much discussion caught the eye. "Breaking news! Sophia had an surgery when she was a mistress before marriage, so she can't have a child!" "How could the Clement family not have a descendant?" "Poor Pierce. His legal wife is sterile!" "Pierce and Emelia are a perfect match!" "Sophia is a woman of loose morals. Her true features are exposed after she married into the rich Clement family!" * The internet was flooded with such information. Sophia was the victim, but she was slandered! Her hands were trembling. Her nose twitched, and tears fell on her hands. She thought, "Pierce, how ruthless you are! "Do you want to ruin me in this way because I didn't cooperate? "Well then, I won't hesitate anymore." Sophia smiled bitterly and gulped back her tears, her gaze gradually becoming cold and firm. She had packed her things. She wouldn't take anything else with her except for what she brought. After their divorce was filed tomorrow, she would disappear from Pierce's world. Sophia was sleeping at midnight. There came the faint sound of a car from outside, but she didn't care. After all, Pierce wouldn't come back. Not long after, Sophia heard heavy footsteps from outside the room. Pierce lay beside Sophia and touched her soft skin with his cold hand. Sophia shuddered and instantly became wide awake. She pushed Pierce's hand away hard and covered her lower belly with her hands. The air became stagnant in the dark. The familiar yet strange light perfume, which was mixed with a faint smell of wine, suggested that it was Pierce. Sophia was surprised by his appearance. She thought about it. Perhaps he came back to get even with her for what happened today. Sophia suppressed her bitterness and indifferently moved away. The next second, warm light filled the room. Pierce stood in front of Sophia, with a cold expression on his face. His icy gaze fell on her. "Isn't that enough?" Pierce thought Sophia made trouble out of nothing at the dinner party. Sophia lowered her eyes to conceal her bitterness and forced a pale smile. "I was serious when I asked for a divorce." Pierce stared at Sophia with deep eyes, as if suppressing his anger. "You must be mad. You were afraid that Luke would threaten your status, so you acted to catch my attention, right?" He looked at Sophia's pale face and the shocked look in her eyes. Thinking that he had seen through her trick, he sneered. "Listen..." Before Pierce could finish his words, Sophia got out of bed and quickly went to the dressing room. She put on her coat and pushed out her suitcase. Stunned, Pierce squinted his sharp eyes coldly. It seemed that Sophia would leave at any moment. Sophia stood there in a windbreaker and looked indifferently up at Pierce. Pierce always saw her at her worst. "Pierce, if you don't go to get a divorce tomorrow, I will tell all the reporters about the sordid things your family did." Sophia knew what Pierce hated the most, so she forced him in this way. She was right. Pierce's brows were scrunched together in anger. But Sophia wasn't worried anymore. She was no longer afraid of losing Pierce. She calmly accepted the failure of her marriage and wanted to leave Pierce. Sophia was sad, but she believed that it would all blow over. She couldn't stay any longer. So she pushed her suitcase and turned around to leave. Pierce looked down at Sophia and grabbed her wrist with a scowl. He said in an arctic voice, "Don't regret it!" Of course, Sophia wouldn't regret it, so she walked out with determination. * The first month of autumn had just passed. It was still cold in the black night. As soon as Sophia stepped out of the villa, her nose twitched, and tears rolled down her cheeks. She could finally release her pent-up emotions. Sophia chuckled to himself, then took out her phone and called her friend Sandra Clayton. "Come pick me up, Sandra." Sandra paused. Then she said calmly, "Wait for me. I'll be right there." Sandra had known Sophia since she was a little girl and was the first to oppose her marrying Pierce. But Sophia didn't listen to Sandra. It wasn't until she got hurt that she knew who was truly good to her. In the past three years, Sophia deliberately reduced her interaction with her friends, fearing that they would know about her forbearance and make trouble. But now when she thought about it, she was quite foolish. Sandra arrived in less than ten minutes. When the two met, their eyes turned red. Sandra could tell what happened from the suitcase at Sophia’s feet. Gritting her teeth, she felt angry and sorry. "Go back with me." The Clayton family was among the best in Aberdyfi, so Sandra was flamboyant and arrogant. Sandra brought Sophia back to her luxury apartment in the downtown area. As soon as Sandra walked in, she couldn't help but curse. "I wanted to curse when I watched the news during the day. That dirtbag is cruel and unscrupulous! "How could he do something nasty like forcing you to recognize his illegitimate son? It was disgusting!" Sophia thought that the wounds that hadn't yet healed would make her feel painful and sad, but she was wrong. She felt as free as a bird. She shook her head with a bitter smile and said, "We're going to get divorced tomorrow." Chapter 3 The Same Gift Sandra said after a pause, "Good to hear that. If you were to bear it, I'd look down on you!" Then she walked over to help Sophia pack her things briskly. It was silent for a moment. Sandra turned around and held Sophia soothingly. "Great to have you back. Stop loving that dirtbag." Sophia's eyes suddenly turned red. She was blinded by love and wasted too much time on Pierce. "I will," Sophia promised to Sandra and herself. She took a deep breath and repressed all her emotions. The next day, the sky was cloudy. The air was sultry. Sophia stopped being Pierce's dignified and decent wife and chose an off-the-shoulder long green dress she hadn't worn in three years, which made her look attractive with fair skin. Sandra drove Sophia to the courthouse, and the two waited in the car at the door. However, Pierce didn't come. Sophia called Pierce three consecutive times, but he didn't answer. Looking at the rejected calls, she dialed the number of a reporter who had a good relationship with the Clement Group. Sophia calmly smiled without preamble, "I have photos of Pierce's infidelity. Do you want them for free?" The reporter was taken aback. Then he said some perfunctory words in response and hung up. Sandra gave Sophia a thumbs up. Sophia ran her fingers through her hair. She casually said to Sandra, "Wait a moment. He'll come soon. By the way, what's new lately?" Sandra thought for a moment and smiled. "The Cruise Group launched a world-shaking bionic technology last month and dominated the market all over the world. Everyone said that your family seemed low-key, but you were fabulously wealthy!" Hardly had Sandra's voice faded away, Sophia received a call from Pierce. She sneered. Sure enough, only this way would work. Sophia calmly answered the phone and heard Pierce's cold, angry voice. "Sophia, don't overestimate yourself. Even if you have got something on my family, who dares to release it?" Sophia knew that no reporters could afford to offend the powerful Clement Group. But she couldn't end her marriage and leave if she didn't do this. She chuckled, her voice indifferent. "Mr. Clement, I've been waiting for you at the courthouse. I had no choice because you didn't show up." Pierce fell silent for a moment. He said in a frigid voice, "I don't have time to play this game with you. You'd better come to work on time, or I'll fire all the useless people under your command." Then he hung up the phone. Sophia stiffened. Pierce implicated the innocent employees because he didn't like her. She asked Sandra to go back, then took a taxi to the Clement Group. The people in the group were surprised to see Sophia. They didn't expect her to come back so soon, and she looked more radiant than before. Sophia took the prepared divorce agreement and resignation letter to Pierce's office. All she wanted was to leave in the shortest possible time. Sophia pushed the door open without knocking on it. She was stunned by what she saw. Emelia, who looked slender and pitiful, sat next to Pierce. The two of them were discussing something in a document with their heads down, appearing very close and intimate. Sophia's face darkened. She didn't expect to see Emelia there. But on second thought, they already had a son, so it wasn't surprising that Emelia could come. Sophia's arrival ruined their moment. She spoke with haughty disdain. "I planned to complete the divorce procedures before resigning, but it seems that I need to resign now." Pierce looked up at Sophia with a hint of indifference and estrangement in his eyes. His shirt was perfectly ironed, and he looked cold. "Aren't you afraid that I'll fire all your people given what you did?" Pierce knew that the people in the Secretary Department were all trained by Sophia, and Sophia was on good terms with them. Sophia sneered, "I'll take them away with me." The moment turned sour. Hearing this, Emelia withdrew her gaze. With a faint smile, she took out a gift box from the drawer and gave it to Sophia. "Ms. Cruise, are you still angry about what happened yesterday? "I'm really sorry. I heard that yesterday was your third wedding anniversary. Pierce was so busy taking care of me and our son that he forgot about it. "This is the gift we chose for you. I hope you like it." Emelia walked over and whispered in Sophia's ear, "Well. "I have the same necklace." She deliberately provoked Sophia. Her voice dripped sarcasm as she stared at Sophia's face. Pierce and his mistress prepared a gift for Sophia. And the necklace was the same as his mistress'! It was simply ridiculous! Sophia couldn't describe how she felt. It was like she stepped in something disgusting, making her stomach turn over. She glared coldly at Emelia. Suddenly, she raised her hand and knocked over the box in Emelia's hand. "Save your breath. Don't be hypocritical." Emelia's face turned pale as she looked pitifully at Sophia. "I know you're angry with me, but Luke is innocent. Can you accept him?" As she spoke, tears streamed down her face. "What are you doing?" Pierce barked at Sophia and stood up with a gloomy face. He was angry to see Emelia crying and the box thrown on the ground. How dare Sophia mistreat Emelia in front of him? Emelia, with tears in her eyes, pitifully grabbed Pierce's arm. "It's understandable that Ms. Cruise gets angry. It's okay if she doesn't like the gift I chose. I just want her to treat Luke well. I don't want to ruin your marriage." Pierce frowned at Sophia. There was a wild look in his deep eyes. Sophia stared at Emelia, who acted well as a professional actress. And she smiled indifferently. Sophia began icily, "You already have a son as a mistress. Stop pretending to be innocent. Don't you think it's ridiculous?" Emelia turned pale. She leaned weakly against Pierce, shedding tears of grievance. Pierce was the picture of nonchalance. "Watch your mouth, Sophia. She's not a mistress. You'd better show her some respect." Seeing that Pierce stuck up for Emelia and couldn't bear to see her suffer, Sophia felt like a villain who broke up two lovers. Pierce said Emelia wasn't a mistress. How about Sophia? Sophia narrowed her eyes at Emelia expressionlessly. She jibed, "Who does she think she is? Why should I respect her? She doesn't deserve it!" Sophia held back her nausea and glanced coldly at Pierce. Sophia's calm face gave Pierce a strange feeling. But he bottled it up soon. Emelia's pitiful weep upset Pierce. His face was a cold blank mask as he looked at Sophia. "Apologize to Emelia!" "What?" Sophia stiffened and glared defiantly back at Pierce. Emelia bit her lower lip, took a cup of coffee from the desk, and walked over gently and carefully. "I'm sorry, Ms. Cruise. I should apologize to you." Then she handed the coffee to Sophia. When Emelia was about to spill the coffee on Sophia, Sophia's reason was defeated by her rage. She dodged backward and slapped Emelia in the face fiercely. Crack! The slap and the sound of the broken cup were heard simultaneously. Sophia thrashed her slightly numb hand satisfactorily. The air was still. Shocked, Emelia weakly covered her swollen cheek, with tears of fear in her eyes. Pierce looked at Sophia in disbelief. Ignoring his sorry state, he protected Emelia behind him, his eyes flashing with coldness. "Sophia, are you out of your mind?" Chapter 4 Don't Be Shameless Since yesterday, Sophia had been like a different person. Sophia smiled coldly. Meeting Pierce's angry gaze, she took out the resignation letter and divorce agreement that had been prepared long ago and threw them fiercely at his face. "Pierce, don't be shameless. You controlled public opinion and slandered me with paid trending topics. Do you really think I've forgotten all about it? "Don't make me look down on you. I'm too disgusted to spend one more day with people like you." Sophia sneered and took a step toward Pierce, looking into his sharp eyes without any fear. She yanked on Pierce's collar hard toward herself, his handsome face suddenly close to her. Sophia said in an icy and menacing tone, "Mr. Clement, you are clear about my ability. If you do not want to make things embarrassing, sign the divorce agreement, and let's split up peacefully. "Otherwise, I'll sue for divorce, and everyone will know the scandal of the Clement Group." After Sophia finished speaking, she coldly glanced at them, released Pierce in disgust, and left. She felt great after letting go of her feelings for him. Pierce stared intensely at her back with a tight frown and a frosty, complicated expression. The moment she dragged him, he felt as if she clutched his heart. His fluttering heart made him a little nervous. Pierce didn't have much affection for Sophia, but he was quite satisfied with her. He had an easy time with her after they got married. She was obedient and would not cause any trouble. Sophia helped Pierce far more than he had first realized. He had never seen Sophia like this before. She was angry, sober, sensible, and cool. She was like a beast that had been pretending to be submissive and had finally shown its true colors. Pierce had an indescribable wave of emotion that he couldn't control at all. His mind drifted back to her calm and indifferent gaze just now. He was annoyed. "Slandering her with paid trending topics?" Pierce thought, "When did I ever do such things?" Yet he clearly realized that he didn't want a divorce. Emelia sobbed cautiously and reached for his arm. "Pierce, how about I explain to Ms. Cruise when I get a chance?" Pierce dodged her hand, his thin lips pursed tightly as he looked at her slightly swollen face. "No need. Just don't blame her." Emelia blanched and smiled weakly and understandingly. "Of course, I won't." Emelia was alerted, wondering if Pierce cared about Sophia. Once Sophia went out, her coworkers gathered around her, all feeling indignant. "Sophia, you're obviously Mrs. Clement. You've done so much for Mr. Clement, but in the end, you're giving way to a mistress?" "That's right. According to Mr. Reed's words, he plans to arrange for that shameless woman to work in the secretarial office. They are driving you away, aren't they?" "Mr. Clement is really foolish. In terms of ability and beauty, how can that woman compare to you?" The crowd complained. Sophia smiled comfortingly. At this time, she no longer cared about Pierce. "Don't worry about me. Any normal person will end such a marriage as soon as possible." She smiled casually. "Mr. Clement might be angry with you guys because of me. If you want to leave here, you can come to me at any time." After three years of working with them, Sophia had good relationships with all these coworkers. If Pierce really fired them because of her, Sophia wouldn't mind recommending them to the Cruise Group. Even if Pierce blacklisted anyone, she could afford the consequences. After saying goodbye, Sophia left the office with her things. Pierce didn't forget Sophia's words and soon had someone investigate the slander. Soon, there were results from Devan. The PR manager came over to report. "You instructed us not to let the gossip hurt Mr. Luke, especially about his origins, so ... we had to divert the public's attention to Mrs. Clement's past." Pierce's face clouded. "What past?" "She was indiscreet about her private life before marriage. She can't have children and so on." At those words, Pierce violently flung the cup in front of him onto the ground. Pierce's face darkened as he looked at the PR manager coldly and sternly. "Who said that?" He was furious. How could he not know what kind of person Sophia was? She gave her first time to him. There was dead silence in the office. The PR manager wiped his sweat. "Someone sent Mrs. Clement's information anonymously, and Ms. Wilson told us to protect Mr. Luke at all costs..." At this point, he didn't dare hide anything because he could see that Pierce's mood was bad. Pierce's eyes instantly turned grim, his expression icy. "Go back and pack your things. You're fired." The PR manager kept begging for mercy, but to no avail, and he was finally dragged out by the security guards. Pierce realized he had been careless this time. His unusual feelings for Sophia became even stronger, lingering in his mind. For a few days, no matter who in the Clement Group called her, Sophia did not answer the phone. A week later, the hospital called her, reminding her to go for a prenatal checkup. Sophia then remembered that she was pregnant. She should have been happy to have a strong connection with Pierce. But at this point, Sophia just couldn't be happy. She thought, "Pierce has an illegitimate child, so what is my child?" Sophia felt fate was pranking her. It was an unwanted accident. Sophia thought, "I have to make a choice. "Should I keep the child or not?" She went to the hospital anyway, without telling anyone. The doctor examined Sophia. Seeming to have seen her hesitation, the doctor gently told her, "The fetus is healthy, and all indicators are normal. If you don't want it, make an early decision." Sophia dithered and smiled with a pale face. "Thank you. I'll think about it." She stood up and left, her thoughts jumbled as she walked to the door. Her figure was slim, her head slightly down. She looked gentle and gloomy. While Sophia was in a daze, a small child who came out of nowhere hit Sophia's leg, fell to the floor, and covered his forehead, crying with an aggrieved face. Sophia was about to bend down to help the child up when she saw his face and was stunned. And then Emelia's anxious voice sounded not far away. "Luke..." Emelia ran over, took a look at Sophia, and hugged Luke as she cried sadly. It was as if Sophia had mistreated Emelia's son. Their cries attracted a lot of onlookers. The next second, Pierce also rushed over from the side, his sleeves pulled up to his forearms. His aura was cold and stern. Seeing this, he instantly scowled, his sharp eyes gazing at Sophia. Emelia sobbed. "Ms. Cruise, I did something wrong to you, but you shouldn't have attacked a child. He's only two years old. Please let him go." Sophia looked at them speechlessly, feeling ridiculous. Is Emelia addicted to putting on a show? Sophia was even tired of dealing with Emelia's tricks. Sophia felt it was so boring. Pierce silently picked up the child, coaxing him gently. Pierce's eyes overflowed with tenderness and anxiety. Pierce's aura was a harmonious mixture of coldness and gentleness. He frowned at Sophia, his eyes sharp. "Why are you here? Were you following us?" His questioning tone was angry and frosty. Sophia's heart trembled, her mood worsening. She snorted. "You think everyone came here because of you guys? Don't flatter yourself." The little kid gradually stopped crying in Pierce's arms. He was rather dependent on his father. Sophia was stung by this scene. Thinking about why she had come here, she was even more upset. She felt it was hard to breathe, her chest tight. The difficulty in breathing made her belly ache. Emelia spoke softly on the side. "Luke has a fever. Pierce and I came with him to see the doctor. Unexpectedly, we just turned around, and he was gone. "Coincidentally, we met you here, Ms. Cruise. What are you going to do?" Emelia implicated that Sophia had abducted the child. Chapter 5 Car Accident Sophia sneered. She said angrily, "It was him who crashed into me by himself. I didn't even touch him. "Surveillance video is a good thing. Please have some common sense. Go and take a look at it before slandering me." Emelia's face stiffened, and her crying stopped. She seemed to have forgotten that there was a surveillance video, and her previous accusation could be disproved at any time. Emelia was about to say something to fix the situation when she saw Sophia turn around with her bag and walk away. Pierce frowned and hurriedly handed the child to Emelia. "Wait here for me." He hurried after Sophia. He could not describe his mood. He felt uneasy about Sophia's recent unusualness and the subconscious changes in his mind. When he chased after her, Sophia was waiting outside for the car. Pierce stood there with a complex expression, his tone cold. "Why did you come to the hospital? Are you sick?" Sophia gave him a strange look. Just now he said she was following him, and now he was concerned about her health. Sophia felt Pierce was nosy. Of course, she wouldn't let Pierce know about her pregnancy. She said casually, "Just to visit a friend." Pierce didn't know who her friends were anyway. Pierce's face tightened. "Where have you been staying the last few days? Why haven't you been home?" Sophia cast him a calm glance, her voice indifferent. "What's it got to do with you? Since I moved out, you can let your new lover and illegitimate child move in to live with you." Pierce's eyelids twitched. He was clearly angered. Sophia chuckled unconcernedly. "I forgot it. You have so many properties. How can you possibly let them live in a second-hand one? It's not like you have to hide them." Pierce suppressed his anger, his voice icy and hard. "I always thought you were a nice person. I did not expect that you would not even tolerate a child." Sophia's heart trembled as she clenched her hands tightly. She thought, "Tolerating his child with someone else? "It's easy for him to say that. Am I petty just because I can't tolerate his illegitimate child? Is it also my fault?" Sophia smiled coldly. "Pierce, I don't want to say more about it. You've seen the divorce papers. Don't bother me with anything other than the divorce proceedings." The car stopped beside her. Sophia glanced at the license plate number, got into the car, and closed the door. She didn't even glance at him. She thought, "How ridiculous! Does he think I should take care of his mistress and illegitimate child? "Am I that abject?" Pierce sensed Sophia's cold attitude. His face was calm, but his heart trembled slightly. He hadn't told her that it was the PR Department that had spread rumors about her. Yet she probably wouldn't believe it even if he said it. Pierce felt he was losing something, and he had a sense of powerlessness because he couldn't grasp it. Emelia came up from behind him with the crying child in her arms. She said carefully, "Luke's crying again. Is he still having a fever?" Pierce came out of his trance, his face still cold. He turned around and gently stared at the cute child. "Don't worry. The doctor can deal with it." Emelia smiled with a pale face and looked at him cautiously. "I saw your divorce papers, Pierce. Will you get a divorce?" Pierce's smile faltered, his eyes instantly turning sullen. He looked at her icily. "No. She'll always be my wife." Emelia's blood ran cold. She forced a stiff and fake smile. "That's good. Otherwise, I'd really be upset and blame myself." Pierce said nothing. He carried Luke inside. Emelia dropped her eyes, coldness and unwillingness crossing her soft eyes. Pierce didn't want a divorce, so she had to deal with Sophia. Sophia went back. After that, she received several text messages from an unfamiliar number. They were nothing more than intimate photos of Emelia and Pierce, insults about her having no children, and so on. Sophia naturally knew who had done it. She saved all the text messages. She could use them as proof of Pierce's affair. Sophia had been having fun with Sandra all this time. After relaxing all of a sudden, she was in a better state than before. In the evening, Sandra took Sophia to a clubhouse for a party with her friends. Sophia didn't refuse. They talked and laughed. She felt as if she was back to the carefree days before she got married. Halfway through, she went to the restroom. Yet she didn't expect to see Emelia. Sophia looked away and took out a lipstick from the bag to fix her makeup. She pretended not to know Emelia. Emelia looked at the gorgeous Sophia, feeling jealous. "Ms. Cruise, I didn't expect you to be quite fun-loving. Pierce and I are here to socialize. Do you want to go say hello to him?" They had already socialized together. Sophia knew Emelia was showing off. She smiled indifferently and looked at Emelia's affected face in the mirror. Sophia said coolly, "If you're really capable, get Pierce to divorce me, or don't mess with me unless you want a beating." Sophia gave a blunt warning, coldly glanced sideways at Emelia's stiff face, and turned to leave. A piece of paper fell out of her bag. She didn't notice it and just walked away. Emelia, however, bent down and picked up the piece of paper. It was a medical report. Emelia's face changed immediately after she saw the contents clearly. Sophia was pregnant. Emelia clutched the report tightly, her inner turmoil instantly becoming stronger and her nervousness reaching its peak. She breathed heavily, thinking, "If Pierce knows that Sophia is pregnant, all my efforts will be in vain. "Luke and I won't be able to enter the Clement family." Emelia's eyes flashed with a hint of viciousness. She couldn't let anyone stand in her way. * Sophia returned to the private room. Everyone else had drunk enough. Sandra said goodbye to her friends while Sophia went outside to wait for Sandra and the designated driver. Sophia stood at the intersection, the streetlight around her dim. Emelia sat in her car, staring surly at Sophia standing there. Sophia was smiling softly, one hand over her belly as if looking down and saying something to the baby in her belly. Driven by the surging anger and fierceness, Emelia clutched the steering wheel tightly, her gaze somber and vicious. Her mind was filled with a crazy idea. She was going to crash Sophia and her baby to death. "I can't let Sophia and her baby become a stumbling block." Emelia murmured to herself, "As long as I kill them, no one can snatch Pierce from me. "All this is supposed to be mine. "Sophia, go to see God with your child." Emelia tensed, gritted her teeth, and stepped hard on the gas. As soon as Sophia looked up, she felt a harsh light from the opposite side, and she couldn't even open her eyes. Then, a grating sound rang out, and a car sped toward her. In that instant, her mind went blank, her hands and feet turning cold. The moment the car hit Sophia, she saw who was driving it. It was Emelia. The sharp noise broke the silence in the night. Then there was a big colliding sound. Sophia was sent flying and landed heavily on the ground. She instantly felt terrible pain all over as if her whole body had been crushed, and then her belly ached badly. Warm liquid ran out from between Sophia's legs as if something was slowly leaving her body. Her heart contracted violently as fear and excruciating pain tortured her. Sophia couldn't even move, feeling she was abandoned by the world. She wanted to cry out, "Save my baby!" Sophia had decided to raise this child alone. However, at that moment, the baby in her belly was ruthlessly injured, and she was going to lose it. There was nothing Sophia could do, tears flowing down her face along with the blood. She couldn't say a word in pain. In the harsh cold light, she was surrounded by a strong smell of blood, her vision getting blurry. Three years of marriage left her with nothing. Sophia felt heartbroken. The pain spread to every nerve inside her body. There was dead silence around her. Sophia seemed to have heard Sandra's hysterical and panicked cries. 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2,195,090	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) '{"alias":2195094}'	Yes	2024-10-15 09:54	active	1634	🔥🔥 Click to Read 👉🏻👉🏻	I fell in love with the hot President of the MC club who saved me when I was at work and harrassed by the guests. The hand on my neck was cutting off my air as he backed away from the pissed off looking bikers. "Let the lady go and we may just let you walk out of here...alive." My vision was starting to blur but I could still make out Axel as he stalked closer to the guy. Air exploded into my lungs as my body was tossed away. Large muscular arms circled my waist, preventing me from slamming to the floor. As I struggled to suck in much needed air I was able to focus on the man holding me. ———————— "Hey Harley...can you take table four?" Marie asked as she passed me in the kitchen. Setting the glasses in the bin to be cleaned I quickly washed my hands and headed back out into the bar area. I have worked at The Scene now for the past six months. I was lucky at finding a job so quickly when I got into town and I honestly loved working for Mac. On the outside he looked like a big, scary bad biker, but he was nothing but a soft marshmallow on the inside. Most of the girls at the strip club were terrified of him, but not me. I found his gruff exterior endearing. The man had a huge protective streak when it came to me, acting more like my father then the pathetic excuse of the one I was born to. I haven't really thought of him much since he was killed and I ran away. Over the years I have had to move a lot, keep under the radar of both the law and the law breakers. In my world, finding yourself having to deal with either never had a good outcome. Fortunately I was lucky and when I turned eighteen I was able to breathe a little bit easier. Mac shot me a wink as I passed the bar and headed past the stage. The place looked to be getting crowded tonight. Table four was one of our larger ones in the back corner behind the stage. It was usually reserved for the Renegades, the local MC that ran the small town and I know that Marie didn't feel very comfortable around them. Growing up around bikers myself, I didn't have a problem with them, as long as they left me alone. With Mac being a member, his bar became a common hang out for the brothers outside of the clubhouse. They got cheap beer andtits shoved in their faces, what more can a guy ask for right? I still wasn't quite sure why Mac even hired me since I refused to take any of my clothes off, but I was a bartender and cocktail waitress when needed. Most nights I was safe behind the bar, but two of the waitress's called in sick with the flu that was going around. So for tonight at least I had to dodge octopus hands and overzealous bikers. Pulling down on the leather vest I skirted around the stage to find table four overflowing with hot bikers. But I had my fill of bikers over the years, especially the earlier ones. All bikers were definitely on my no-no list. I couldn't risk being associated with anyone in that world. It was too dangerous. Just because I couldn't touch didn't mean I couldn't look, I was still a woman who appreciated nice scenery. There was just something about that a man in leather pants, a tight white shirt covered with a leather cut that just did something for me. It downright made my panties drenched. Just goes to show you that you can take the girl out of the MC, but you cannot take the MC out of the girl. Why couldn't I find a nice clean, cut guy who was an accountant? Was that too much to ask? Probably because I would be bored in about two minutes. Even though I found most of the guys at the table attractive, only one filled my dreams each night as I called out his name. Coming in my sleep was new experience for me, but Christ what an experience. Dream ranked up there with watching good porn, even better. Some of the things Axel did to me in dreamland had my body humming for hours after I wokeup. Even now my body tingled like his hands were actually caressing it. Shaking my head I tried to clear my dirty mind as I approached the table. I needed to get my head together. The President of the Renegades had women throwing themselves at him...many he caught. Trust me I was not on his radar. Over the past months the man barely acknowledged me but he would sit at the bar a couple nights a week and listen to me and mostly Mac, chiming in here and there. Even with his brisk attitude towards he paid attention. I swear I could feel the mans eyes on me constantly. I kept telling myself to leave matters alone, I didn't want to open that door. But I couldn't deny that the hot biker certainly revved my engine. "Hey boys...what can I get for you today?" "How about you on that stage showing us what you got darling?" Hawk the VP commented. "Not a chance Hawk...I am way too much woman for this crowd." The table laughed while checking out my assets. And trust me I had plenty. But I kept them covered. For a bartender at a strip club I had little skin showing, but it seemed to work. Skin tight jeans and a leather vest kept me all covered, but accentuated my assets. It didn't really fit into the whole strip club atmosphere, but Mac agreed since my boobs looked amazing he would let it go. "Come on Harley, show us yourtits." Tank yelled from down the table. All the others decided to chime in, wanting to see what I had stuffed into my skin tight leather vest. I found that loved to wear it for two reasons, one they kept the girls contained and I loved the feel of it rubbing against my skin. Dressed, I loved my curves and 38D size boobs, but...yeah my boobs were no longer perky, I don't think they were ever perky but the men still loved them, not like I showed them to any one. "All right enough you bozos. What can I get you, I guess I should say who wants a beer that might be quicker." Eight hands were raised, all except one. Axel sat back in his chair and continued to stare at me, not partaking in the joking around about me taking my clothes off. My chest ached knowing that I couldn't have a man like him. He was just like all the rest. Arrogant, cocky, womanizer...the list is endless. "And for you...whiskey?" Axel has been in here enough for me to know that he was partial to hard liquor than beer. "Yeah darling...whiskey will work." The side of his mouth raised as I nodded to him. The man was seriously gorgeous with just a half smile, he would be downright deadly with a full one. Before I could embarrass myself even more I headed back to fill the order. I loved when he referred to me as darling. I don't know why the endearment got to me every time but it did. Mac had even started to tease me about it. Handing out the drinks most of the men's eyes were focused on Bambi who was currently upside down on the pole. Christ that had to hurt...did she ever get pole burn I wondered? Placing the whisky in front of Axel I found his eyes not on Bambi but...me. "Um...can I get you anything else?" "Yeah darling...you." My butt hit his lap and his lips sealed to mine before I could utter a squeak. His large hands roamed all over as he drank from me. As quickly as it started it was over and I was pushed up right. As I tried to clear my focus Axel didn't seem fazed at all, as Bambi now had his full attention. Pissed and completely aroused I stormed off before I hit him over the head with my tray. The nerve of that man. This confirms every thought that I had...I needed to stay away from Axel Reed. For months the man sits at my bar and does nothing - now my lips still tingles from his sneak attack. As the night went on the crowd seemed to keep steady. And I was able to keep my mind off of the raging hormones towards one certain hot biker. Screw the man for captivating my thoughts. Tips were flowing along with the beer and everyone was behaving for a change. Most men left me alone since the nakedwoman dancing on stage kept their attention. But my luck ran out when I found myself being trapped between two men. Two large men who had wandering hands. "Baby...lets head into the back...I want to fc your titties and then come all over your face." Yeah, so not happening. What is it with men in general, were they so confusing. One brushed me off like I was a fly and now these two swarmed me like I was covered in honey. Thing Two held onto my arms tightly as I managed to break free, pulling my arm out of his strong grip. The club was dark and we were situated back by the wall, hardly visible. I should have known better. "Get off me. You want a lap dance flag one of the girls down." Using more force, I jerked my other arm free as I kneed Thing One in front of me since he was running his fingers along the top of my breasts. His touch sickened me bringing back bad memories. Then I thrust an elbow up into Thing Two. The impact momentarily dislodged me from their trap allowing me the time to escape. Then before I could flee the grip in my hair had my body projecting backwards once again into his deathlike grip. Where was a knife when you needed one. "Wrong movebitch." Pain exploded on my cheek as Thing One hit me and then Thing Two chocked my throat. Tightly...and then squeezed. All my years of training flew right out the window along with my breath. Fear took over. I knew better then to let my guard down. "Now we are going to head back to the back room and you are going..." Thing One suddenly disappeared from my view as he was tossed to the wall by an anger looking Axel. I could no longer see Thing One, only backs of the leather cuts displaying the Renegade patch. Prick deserved what he got. The hand on my neck was cutting off my air as Thing Two backed away from the pissed off looking bikers. "Let the lady go and we may just let you walk out of here...alive." My vision was starting to blur but I could still make out Axel as he stalked closer to the guy. Air exploded into my lungs as my body was tossed away from Thing Two. Large muscular arms circled my waist, preventing me from slamming to the floor. As I struggled to suck in much needed air I was able to focus on the man holding me. Axel. The look on his face confused me but I didn't have time to think about it before my world went black.	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2,195,634	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) '{"alias":2195627}'	Yes	2024-10-15 09:54	active	1634	🔥🔥 Click to Read 👉🏻👉🏻	From the moment I laid eyes on Allie, I wanted her, but there was one problem … she was married to someone else, and I’d never come between a man and his wife. When her life started to unravel, I was there to help pick up the pieces. The guys and I purposely waited until the end of the visitation hours before slipping into the funeral home for her husband's service. She sat there, with dark circles under her dull eyes, with a tightly controlled, pinched expression on her face. I felt heartbroken about what she had gone through, and it only made me more determined to protect her. There was no way I could stand by and watch, I was all in, and there was no way I was going to miss her again. ———————— Allie My husband left me and our daughter forever due to illness. I don’t know how to go on in the future. I only know that it is really difficult for me. My brother, sister and sister-in-law mingled with the crowd, and I saw Dean sitting on a sofa in the back of the room with a now-sleeping Gracie sprawled across his lap. Dean was a sweet guy, and such a good match for Hannah. He grew up a few doors down from us, and he and my sister had been dating since high school. They had both just graduated from college recently, and we all fully expected to hear a wedding announcement in the near future. My parents and Alex's Aunt Ellen stood alongside me near the casket, as people made their way through the line to offer their condolences. This is an awful tradition, I thought, as I forced myself to smile politely while listening to endless platitudes, many from people I barely knew. I was pulled out of my inner rant by a familiar voice and looked up to see Nico Peretti speaking to a visibly flustered Aunt Ellen. Nico had that effect on people. He was tall, topping out at 6'3", broad shouldered and gorgeous, with his dark wavy hair, deep brown eyes and permanently tanned skin illustrating his Italian heritage. As the lead singer for Storm Front, he was well on his way to becoming a rock legend in the music business. I had been working as an assistant to his band's manager for two years, so I knew him well. Looking down the line behind him, I saw the other members of the band along with my boss, Michael Drummond and his wife Jayne. Nico finished speaking with Aunt Ellen, squeezing her hand lightly, before turning to me. He held my gaze for a long moment, then stepped forward and gathered me into his arms for a tight hug. I got a faint whiff of his cologne - sandalwood mixed with a hint of vanilla - and was once again thankful for a break from the rose scent permeating the room. "I am so sorry, Allie," he said with his signature low rasp. He gave me a final squeeze, and stepped back to allow Matt Gibson, the drummer, to lean in for a quick hug. I was touched that they had taken the time to come. Nico The guys and I purposely waited until the end of the visitation hours before slipping into the funeral home for Alex's service. We wanted to be there to support Allie, but we tended to attract attention wherever we went, and the last thing we wanted was to cause a scene here today. Allie, or Sunshine as I usually called her, had worked for us for two years or so now. She had started as an assistant to our band's manager, Michael Drummond, shortly after she got married. I remembered the morning I met Allie at his office. She was sweet, with a shy smile that charmed me. By the end of the day, her shyness had worn off and her smile was bigger and brighter as she quickly became comfortable around us. At the end of her first week, I'd had a day that devolved into a show of epic proportions. We'd had equipment malfunctions in the studio, followed by the news that an "exclusive tell-all" interview was getting ready to hit the stands featuring some groupie I could barely remember who had given the tabloid reporter explicit details about our backstage sexcapades. Already irritated with the equipment issues in the studio, I had become livid when our publicist had called to give me a heads up about the interview. Aside from my anger, I was embarrassed that such highly personal information had become tabloid fodder for the world to gossip over. After a meeting with the publicist as well as Michael, the latter of whom insisted I couldn't sue someone for telling the truth, I had been ready to explode. I had stormed out of the conference room, only to see Allie making a cup of tea in the breakroom across the hall. I'd ducked in there to grab a bottle of water from the refrigerator and had glanced at her as she brought the tea to her lips and took a small sip. When I'd caught sight of the mug in her hands, I had boomed out a laugh. The mug had a cartoon sun on it, wearing sunglasses. It said "I squint at the sun because it's bright. I squint at my coworkers because they aren't." Since she and Michael were only a two-person office, I had laughed at the implication that he was an idiot. Because I was pissed that he wouldn't let me sue the groupie, the reporter, or the rag he worked for, I'd appreciated the implied insult even more. As she had watched me laugh, she'd smiled widely, and her eyes had twinkled. "The mug amuses you?" she'd asked. "Yes, and when I go back in there and squint at Michael it will be even funnier," I'd responded, feeling some of my tension ease. "Well, I'm glad I could brighten your day a little bit," she'd said with a smile. I had nodded, and replied, "That you did, Sunshine. Thank you." We had all met Alex several times since then. They seemed to be a perfect match. He was a nice guy, funny, and he adored his wife. The last time I saw him before he got sick, was when Allie had the baby. I had stopped by the hospital with a huge stuffed unicorn wearing a princess crown (just to be clear, the unicorn was wearing the crown, not me), and a bouquet of sunflowers. I'd spent a few nerve-wracking minutes holding the baby — just long enough to forever lose a piece of my heart to Grace Elizabeth Donovan. She looked like she was going to favor her mother, with the same delicate features and hair with a slight curl in the same shade of blond as Allie's. A few of their friends and family were visiting at the same time, and they were pretty star-struck when I'd arrived. Alex had thought it was hilarious that I was getting more attention than the new baby they had all come to see and called me "Rock God" for the rest of the visit. After he got sick, I saw him in the hospital a couple of times. Once was only briefly, as I'd dropped Allie off after we finished at the studio and her car wouldn't start. I glanced around the packed room, taking note of the large group of people who had come to pay their respects. I hated that she was going through this. Of all people, Allie deserved to be happy. She was one of the most loving and genuinely caring people I had ever met. I've heard the phrase "beautiful inside and out" but never truly understood it until Allie. She was a beautiful soul wrapped up in a 5'4" package of gorgeous curves, blonde hair, and green eyes that reflected her every emotion. Since Alex's diagnosis, she had worked herself into the ground trying to take care of both Alex and their sweet baby girl, as well as trying to fit in as many hours as she could working for us. She'd had family helping out, but it was a lot to take on. I was sure she was worried about money, so she refused to take much time off. I'd overheard her on the phone with the insurance company one day when I took a quick break at the recording studio. We'd been trying to put the finishing touches on our album to get it ready by the projected release date. It was clear that she was torn between needing to be home more to help Alex and working to pay their bills. So, I had pulled Michael aside and told him to hire a temp to help out with our administrative needs, and we would fend for ourselves on the personal errands and she does for us. Between the four of us and Michael, we covered her salary. She'd tried to refuse, but we had insisted. She'd finally agreed because she'd known it was the best for her family. They needed her, we could make that happen. End of story. She will never know it, but I'd also arranged with the hospital to cover any outstanding medical bills. I had worked hard and had some incredibly lucky breaks in this business, and I'd been blessed with more money than I would ever spend in a lifetime. There was no way I could stand by and watch her and Gracie struggle with that kind of financial burden. As we waited for Allie to finish speaking to the couple in front of us in the visitation line, I saw an older woman I didn't recognize on the side closest to me, and Allie's parents standing next to her on the other side. I had met Steve and Colleen Kettering once, at the hospital the night Gracie was born. Steve was quiet and laid-back, and Colleen was a lot like her daughter, in looks and personality. The line moved forward, and I introduced myself to the older woman standing next to Allie, who was apparently Alex's aunt. If I recalled correctly, his parents were dead, and he had no siblings. Aunt Ellen, as I was instructed to call her, seemed a bit stunned when she recognized me. She quickly recovered and thanked me for being so supportive of Allie. "Of course," I assured her quietly. "Allie is important to all of us, and Alex was a great guy. We know how much she'll miss him, and we'll be there for whatever she and Gracie need." She teared up and her chin wobbled a bit as she tried to keep her composure. I gave her hand a light squeeze, then looked over to see Allie gazing up at me. I stepped forward and wrapped my arms around her. "I'm so sorry, Allie," I said, feeling at a loss for words. I'm a songwriter, for Christ's sake, you'd think I could come up with something more eloquent to say than that. But in that moment, I doubted there was anything anyone could say that would ease her pain. Allie, understandably. She was pale, with dark circles under her dull eyes, with a tightly controlled, pinched expression on her face. Her face was normally so expressive, and her eyes used to sparkle with sass and barely concealed laughter. I hated seeing her like this, in such pain. She'd obviously not been sleeping well. I had noticed when I saw her a few weeks ago that she had lost even more weight, so she was clearly not eating right either. I realized how much I'd missed seeing her smile. 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