I pulled the door close just in time as Laura stepped out of the room where she slept yesterday. Our eyes met and I could see the surprise in her expression. It's evident that she purposely slept in late to avoid me. As I attempted to speak, her gaze quickly shifted to my head before she looked away and hastily walked past me. I watched as she hurriedly made her way down the stairs and disappeared into the kitchen.I let out a sigh, rubbing my eyes before walking down the stairs myself. I understand why she's avoiding me. Not only did I kiss her out of the blue but I had stupidly made my apology sound like I regretted kissing her which surprisingly I didn't. My body wants more. It's all I could think of all day yesterday, till I fell asleep and it's also what I woke up to this morning. What came over me, I couldn't say but all I know is that I more of that kiss. I want more of her lips but my inexperienced self has ruined any future opportunities of tha

As I twirled around in my dress, I examined my appearance in the mirror, trying to see if it would suit the theme of the dinner party. Earlier today, Zion had informed me about a party at Leo Fontaine's villa. It was a farewell party held for the sell-off of his company. The theme of the party is red, and I couldn't understand the reason behind choosing red in all colors. That old man is sillyAnne yawned on the other end of the phone and asked, "Excuse me for being blunt, but did you call me just to help you choose a dress that looks like a grandma's dress? Couldn't you have gone shopping with your fiancé for this? What's the point of going on a vacation together if you can't do such simple things?" She muttered the last sentence.With my eyes still on the mirror, checking myself out, I asked, “Is the dress that bad?” However, she didn't reply so I turned around to see her glaring at me through the phone “He's busy with the exchange and all. I can't bot

Amelia, amazed by my appearance, said "Wow, you look beautiful!" I blushed at her innocent compliment, admiring myself in the mirror.I agree with her, I look incredibly beautiful. It's like I'm staring at a stranger and not myself. I am wearing the red gown that Zion bought yesterday. The delicate material hugs my curves perfectly, and there is a stylish slit starting from my thigh all the way down to my feet."I appreciate your help, Amelia. I wouldn't look this elegant without you," I said, smiling at her through the mirror. It was true; when I was discussing the party with Anne this morning, I mentioned that I needed to learn how to apply makeup within a few hours. Amelia overheard me and kindly volunteered to do a makeover for me. Now, my hair was curled, making it appear full and cascading down my shoulder, and my makeup was simple, yet impeccable.Still smiling, I spun around and grabbed Amelia's hand. "Thank you so much, Amelia. You're a

I kept finding myself looking over at Laura's table, trying to tune out the voice of the man next to me who was talking about things I had no interest in. I really can't wait for this party to end so I can leave. I'm not much of a party person and the only thing I'm enjoying at the moment is gazing at Laura while sipping the wine in my hand.She is fucking beautifulMy thoughts wandered back to the moment I saw her standing gracefully in the center of the room, looking so stunning that I couldn't stop gazing at her. She adorned the dress so perfectly that I couldn't help but feel glad that I didn't heed the irritating salesgirl who attempted to coerce me into buying another dress instead.It took so much control not to grab and kiss her senselessly like I'd been doing while my hand massaged that soft hair of hers. Her lips are so addictive I couldn't hold myself from wanting to taste them every time I'm around her. Just like I want to claim the right here

I wake up with a groan, wondering why my body aches and feels sore. Sore?I jerk awake, sitting upright in bed, the sudden movement straining my sore pussy. I winced which was replaced with a giddy smile as the memory of last night's passionate sex flooded my brainsI had sexI had sex with Zion and it was the best I could ask forI remember writhing, panting, and moaning beneath him, begging him to thrust harder while his sweaty form looked down at me with uncertainty but he did as he was told. Heat rose to my face at the memory and I lifted the comforter to my chin to cover my naked body, blushing heavily then it clicksI'm aloneZion isn't here with meSadness descended on me at the thought he might regret it. From what I know, he isn't the relationship type. I've never seen him with women. What if the sex woke him up and he is somewhere brooding with regretJust as I was about to get out of bed to find out w