"Lucas!" I called his name once more, the urgency in my voice echoing through the room.
He emanates a strong smell of alcohol, causing me to hold my breath as I crouch down to tap his shoulder. My hope was that this would bring him back to consciousness, but alas, he remained in a deep slumber. His hand raised and gestured for me to leave, a clear indication of his unwillingness to be disturbed. With a loud thud, his hand falls back onto the floor, as if it were nothing more than a flimsy piece of paper.I let out a sigh, realizing that I had no choice but to help him up."Lucas, please, you need to wake up," I stated in a firmer and louder tone.Despite my efforts, he continued to remain unresponsive, his body too heavy for me to lift. Adding to my dilemma, he refused to simply allow me to carry him, instead he wanted to walk around the room."Lucas," I mumbled once again.I couldn't help but question why he didn't go to work, after all, he was the Mayor. Why would he choose to drink instead of fulfilling his duties?Eventually, I managed to guide him to our bed, where I let go of his body and collapsed onto the mattress. Standing by the left side of the bed, I contemplated what to do next until I noticed him struggling to unbutton his dress shirt. He must be overheating wearing that."I need to remove his clothes and help him change into something more comfortable," I whispered to myself.As I scrutinized his form, my heart began to race, as if it were trying to escape my chest. Shaking my head to regain my focus, I set about unbuttoning his shirt. Suddenly, his eyes fluttered open, causing me to startle. Before I knew it, he had caught my wrist in his hand, gently pulling me closer to him."Why, Adeline, would you commit such an act? Why must you shatter our seemingly flawless family? I gave my all to you. I refrained from any actions that would displease you just to appease your desires. You are not content with the sacrifices I made? Do you have any further requests for me? Is there something else you long for? Please, enlighten me." His voice trembled as he spoke.It was a different tone from his usual demeanor, yet his words resounded clear and true. Unconsciously, tears streamed down my cheeks at the sound of his words. These were the same questions I had for myself.Why did I do the things I did to him?What is wrong with me?"Am I no longer intriguing to you? Have I lost my worth in bed? Am I not wealthy enough? Why am I not sufficient for you? Yes, I have my flaws. You have your shortcomings, too, but it didn't cross my head to cheat on you."I would rather face Lucas in a fit of rage than see him like this. So broken and despondent, as if I am the sole cause of his pain. This is the side of him that I fear and struggle to comprehend.At this moment, I wish for my memory to return, so I can give him the answers he seeks. So I can understand why I inflicted such pain upon him. With a deep breath, I composed myself and observed his action as he sat up and intertwined our fingers."I cannot bear to lose you. Losing you is not an option, Adeline. We can mend this. We must fix this. Let us revive our family from before, please," he pleaded.As my own sobs choked me, I nodded in agreement. A weak smile graced Lucas' lips. It was heartwarming to see him smile at me again as he drew closer to my face. I knew what was coming, and I eagerly awaited for it.His lips pressed against mine, like a fever dream. It caught me off guard, after tasting the fire of his wrath. He sets a pace and rhythm that is new to me, as we kiss. Feeling his lips on mine is foreign, stirring all of my unknown emotions I've never known. With one swift movement, he has me straddling his lap, his teeth tugging gently at my lower lip, earning a soft moan. My eyes flutter closed as he deftly shifts our positions. Now he's on top, his muscular body fitting perfectly against mine. From this view, I could say that we are a perfect match.“Ohh, Lucas...”Leaning closer, he brushes his lips against my neck, eliciting a desperate need within me. His skilled hands untied my robe, leaving me exposed and vulnerable. I can feel his eyes raking over my naked body, filled with pure lust and desire. Trying to control my own hunger, I reach up to run my fingers through his hair, but end up encountering his dry humps. My back arches with pleasure as his warm, wet lips latch onto my nipples. His hand molds my other breast, expertly teasing and pinching it, sending shivers down my spine. Just when I think he's finished, he surprises me by nibbling on the sensitive flesh, leaving a mark. I can't help but whimper for more.To give him what he wants, I help him unbuckle his belt and unzip his pants. My hands tremble as I reveal his massive size, and I can't help but silently question myself if I can handle him tonight without ending up in the emergency room."Why?" Lucas asks, noticing my troubled gaze on his glory.I swallow, meeting his intense gaze."You're...""It'll fit," he assured me before he claimed my lips, “I'll make sure it will perfectly fit, honey.”Lucas bestowed a tender kiss upon me, tempting and diverting me from an unknown agony. My fingers gouged into his flesh as his entry seemed to tear me apart. Lucas halted, perplexed as he observed my agonizing response. He continues to stare at me confusedly."It's peculiar how you are this constricting tight once more, Adeline."With a growing urge to urinate, I slowly opened my eyes, moving my body with care. I dreaded waking Lucas from his peaceful sleep, so I cautiously freed myself from his tight embrace. As I changed positions, I felt a sharp pain between my thighs, causing me to wince. Is this a normal occurrence? My memory fails me.Last night with Lucas was wild and, for me, the best moment so far as it's been in months. Perhaps our prolonged abstinence contributed to the intensity of it all. That's the only explanation I can conjure at the moment.Lost in thought, I stared at the bedroom wall for a few minutes. Our bed was huge, but I was pushed to the edge, sandwiched between Lucas and the wall. Behind me, he continued to snore softly, still deep in slumber.But why am I feeling like this now?If I didn't take any fever medicine, I was certain I would fall ill. Is this a normal reaction to being used by him?Strange as it sounds, it's the only explanation I have. I've been in a daze for the past few
Before Luke could respond to my question, and just before I questioned the maids about how they treated me, I noticed Lucas approaching the kitchen door. I could see his wet hair from a long distance. His pungent scent permeates the inner recesses of my nostrils, indicating that he has just taken a shower. There is also a sweet-smelling after-shower gel product that I am unfamiliar with. Everything seemed like something I was experiencing for the first time. I am still trying to figure out how he did it in such a short amount of time. My attention was drawn to the light sky-blue polo shirt he was wearing, which made him appear more attractive. His dark suit is draped over his left arm, hanging there. He is holding a leather bag about the size of a laptop in his right hand. Ready to go, most likely to his office and start working. After all, he is the Mayor, so he should always be swamped. A bodyguard appeared out of nowhere and rushed toward him, grabbing the leather bag from him. Aft
When I heard Luke's request, my throat dried up. How could a four-year-old boy understand his mother's thoughts? I never asked him to tell Lucas about this. He was the one who volunteered to command his father. Perhaps he would have seen us before and had high expectations. Lucas inhaled deeply and gulped down. He, too, was probably surprised. The maids, who had heard our son speak quietly, exchanged meaningful looks. I am sure they are curious as well. "Luke, your father is rushing to get to work. You can't simply ask—" "Mommy, that kiss only took a few seconds!" Luke makes a good point, but granting his wish was unnecessary. Lucas now appears dissatisfied. Well, it was not because of me. I am certain he is judging me. Perhaps he thought I was doing it, which is why he tightened his jaw. "Luke, please stop being so stubborn—" I was cut off as Lucas approached me. Because of the speed of the events, I had no idea what this quick kiss on my lips had done. My mouth stayed open. Luca
I decided to stay silent and not respond to what Lucas said. It should come as no surprise that I will lose in our debate. His way of thinking is incompatible with the point of view from which I would like to communicate with him. He also demonstrates emotional strength, and the law should be based on his words. I discreetly ate some food. I refrained from looking at Lucas again because I knew it would bring me to tears. I feel humiliated and unwanted. "Mommy, do you think we could play after our meal?" Luke asked me in the middle of our breakfast; I assumed he was still watching cartoons. "No, Luke. This is your first day back at school." Lucas had already responded to his questions before I could say anything. I pursed my lips. Even though I would like to agree with Luke's request. I now understand that the way Lucas expressed his thoughts on everything suggests that he, as his father, plays a fairly authoritative role in his life. Lucas is the type of man who says what he means,
As soon as Luke and his nanny walked out the door, I was enveloped in a deafening silence. While I was standing at the door, watching them get into the vehicle, I thought that I should just accompany them to send him to school, but they had already left the house. I am sure I will not do anything here in the mansion. Even though I stated this, if they wait any longer for me to change into new clothes, he may be too late for their classes. Luke was the one who got my clothes wet earlier and enjoyed it; now that he can, he looks very happy. "Bye, Mommy!" Luke's expression was priceless as he looked at me through the open window of the school bus. He smiled widely as he waved his hands. I responded with a hand gesture toward him. Don't worry, Luke. Starting today, I will be a responsible mother for you. Even if I cannot recall anything, I am going to try to make things right in my life. Let us make new memories where we are happy. "Bye Luke, see you later!" As the car sped away, I co
I went back to our room to consider what I had learned after taking one of the housemaids on a tour of the manor. I thought back on the few bits of information I had managed to lose. It is obvious that I used to be incredibly awful at them and everything. The cook attempted to send a snack after lunch, but I was so consumed with thoughts of all the things I had to get done that I found it difficult to sit down and enjoy the desserts. Is this who I really am? What if there had been a possibility to exchange one person's soul for another? And I am one of them? Is that even possible? I have a strong sense that I am not the real Adeline. The problem is, I do not know how to explain this to Lucas while I have his wife's face and ring. Personally, I noticed something out of the ordinary. If I were her, I would at least have an innocent heart. What if it turns out that you are indeed this woman? You are simply unable to acknowledge it because you have no recollection. I sighed and laugh
We walked together to the ice cream shop that Luke had pointed out to me. When we pulled up in front of the store, only Luke and I got out because I had assured his nanny that she could wait inside the car. She initially rejected my request, but she eventually gave in and agreed to what I wanted."There is no need to worry. Luke and I are not going anywhere. You can see us across the shop if you look out the car window."She did not respond, as if she thought it was a waste of time to talk to me."Luke, take it slowly. There is no need to be so rushed. This type of ice cream shop keeps a large number of stocks." I whispered as I gripped his small hands tightly. I am afraid I have forgotten him. Luke mentioned to me earlier that we frequently go here to get ice cream whenever he has a craving for it. As is typical for me, I have no recollection of this location in comparison to others. But to pique his interest even more, all I do is nod as if I am remembering those days. The store is
Luke's nanny swallowed hard as if she had a lump in her throat. I will not let her do this. She cannot rule me because I have responsibilities. I am the wife of her boss, not anyone else. My husband is no longer treating me well; will she even take away my rights to my child? That is terrible. She cannot tell me what to do or not do. If she dislikes me, she has the option to resign. I can now provide better care for my child. She did what I wanted while lowering her gaze to the ground. I did not say anything to humiliate her; I simply did not like how she approached me earlier. She remained standing by our side while carrying Luke in her arms. My son continues to look at us alternately. Perhaps he was perplexed by the sudden rise in the tone of my voice. "I am sorry, Madam." I did not respond. I bit my bottom lip as I returned my gaze to her. I believe my words have caused her significant pain. I was furious with her. Her actions will suddenly become erratic without explanation. I s