Sofia “Nixon? The name comes to mind. “Himself! His broad smile doesn’t match the situation. My eyes, still unfocused, run around the place. Which I don’t know either. “Where… are we? “We’re in a hotel, my dear. He tells me simply. I looked around again, alarmed. Then, as I try to sit up, I realize that I’m naked under the sheet. I try to cover myself, panic overtaking me as I notice that he’s only wearing a towel around his waist. “We… we… I can’t put my suspicions into words. I’m too shocked by that. “Did we have sex? No. He gets up, stands beneath the bed, and casts a lustful glance at my body. “Although I was tempted. But I’m not into necrophilia, Sofia. And even a man like me has his limits. And one of them is not to rape women. Especially unconscious ones. “So... what are we doing here? The man smiles wickedly, rubbing one hand over the other. “You’ll find out soon enough. He communicates enigmatically. “How did you manage to bring me to this place? “I wa

Sofia "For heaven's sake, what happened to you? Have you been mugged? "With an effort, given that we are practically the same build, she drags me into her living room, kneels in front of me and pushes my still damp and disheveled hair away from my face. When she notices my lack of control, she just hugs me, holding me against her chest, not caring that my hair is wetting her blouse. She cradles me, waiting patiently for me to pull myself together. Some time later, Laura gives me some clothes to put on and is now drying my head with a towel. My crying has stopped, but my body is still shaken by sobs. "Do you think you can talk now? I shake my head slightly. In a weak voice, I begin to recount the latest events. I had to stop several times because I started crying again. On one occasion, I had to run to the bathroom and throw up. By the time I've finished, I'm exhausted, in a cold sweat and the only reason I don't collapse on the bathroom floor is because Laura is by my side

Sofia The workday is over, and as I always do, I send a message to Laura, letting her know that I’m heading home. Just then, I notice Leanne approaching. I have no idea why she’s here. If Brandon confided in her about everything, the girl must hate me!“Hello, Sofia.”“Hello, Leanne.”She glances at my belly and then around with a disgusted expression.“What a fall, huh? From an office like Next Level... to this?”I furrow my brow. This isn’t the Leanne I know, and she’s even wearing clothes that don’t suit her.“And,” she points to my swollen belly, “look at you! Completely pregnant! Who would have thought!”“And surely, you think it’s not Brandon’s,” I say, instinctively placing my hands on my belly.“Oh no! I don’t doubt it! I’m sure it’s his!”She says this with a smile. What’s going on with her?“It’s just that Nixon should have seen this coming,” she shakes her head disapprovingly, pursing her lips.My eyes widened. It can’t be. I can’t understand this correctly!“Now,” she con

Sofia I withdraw my hands and take a few steps back.“I would never be with garbage like that!” my disgusted expression.“Now I know that… and I hope it’s not too late.” then, to my shock, he drops to his knees in front of me, and I stare at him wide-eyed. “I admit I was an idiot, a fool who let himself be manipulated. Call me whatever you want! But I’m here now. Begging for your forgiveness.”I approach and reach out to force him to stand up.“Brandon, don’t do this! Get up…” when I’m close, he wraps his arms around my waist and rests his head on my belly, disarming me.“I know I’ve been away, but let me make up for lost time. Come back to our home, my love. That place is so sad without you! I’m so sad without you!” he then stands up, takes my face in his hands, and kisses me passionately. “I love you so much, Sofia! Can’t you see that? Come back to me, angel! I can’t live without you anymore!”I step back, turn away, and hold my head in my hands. Not only that, but I’m trapped in t

BrandonAs there are no more clothes of hers in the apartment, Sofia had to wear one of my T-shirts and my boxer. She looked really cute in that outfit! It triggered a feeling of possession and protection in me. Now she is in front of the mirror, putting the dress over her body to admire. I walk up to her, holding her waist and kissing the top of her head. I just can’t stay without touching her for too long.“I’m going to take a shower and put it on!” she announces.“But you ate so little!” I complain.“It’s okay, I don’t usually eat much, anyway. And I’m already satisfied,” she says, and then heads to the bathroom, stopping at the door. “Well… you know… maybe I need some help…” she looks at me sensually, and I already feel an erection coming. “To scrub my back…” she blinks innocently. “Would you offer to help me, husband?”Before she even finishes her sentence, I’m already kicking off my shoes and getting rid of my T-shirt.An hour later, we’re in the garage, and I turn to her with a