LOGIN[Gianna’s POV]I stare on, listening to what is going on in front of me, and as I do, I feel the pleasant emotions from the past week slowly drift away until I feel almost hollow.You’re a fool, Gianna. I tell myself now. You let yourself believe that he actually cared about you. You need to remember that isn’t the case.I needed to keep my heart guarded from here on out, but would it be so easy?As I consider this, I shift my gaze to my mother’s and when our eyes meet, I can see the disapproval in hers and that just makes me feel even more like shit, but what was done was done and there was no going back. I could only hope that one day she would forgive me.“You’re a fool,” Anthony says now and I snap my gaze to him as though he is speaking to me, but then realize his words were meant for Grant. “You’re a fucking idiot and you’ve now gotten Gianna involved in your mess.”“I haven’t done anything of the sort.” Grant counters. “How can you say that when you know what is waiting for yo
[Gianna’s POV]I rush forward, arms held out, and just as I’m about to throw myself against Ace’s body, I feel a hand clamp on my shoulder, stopping me.“What,” I hiss, turning to find Grant watching. “What are you doing?”“Your condition,” he smiles, his gaze snapping to my belly and back up so quick I’m not certain if anyone else could see. “Have you forgotten?”“Condition?” My mother asks, concern coloring her words. “What’s wrong?”“Are you alright?” Ace chimes.For a moment, I don’t speak as I take in the two, noting how short my mother looks between Ace and Anthony. It’s strange to say the least, at least when it came to Ace because the last time we were together, he was just barely taller than my mother.Ace.My childhood friend who lived next door to me. The one who protected me when someone would bully me and would keep me company when things were rough.He knew me the best out of everyone and when he moved, I took a huge hit because I felt like a part of me was missing.When
[Gianna’s POV]I brace myself, my hands pressed against the wall in front of me, my legs spread ready for Grant’s dick that rubs against me seductively.“Tell me,” he murmurs, his teeth nibbling my ear, sending a shiver of pleasure through me. “Why do you want my attention?”Because I’m horny. I think, but I couldn’t just openly say that, right?I mean up until just the other day I was avoiding him and trying to keep a distance and now I was all but begging for him to fuck me.I guess I was a pretty fickle woman.“If you don’t tell me, I’m not going to give you what you want.” Grant murmurs and to prove his point pulls away.“What?” I gasp, but he presses his hand against the small of my back.“Don’t move,” he warns. “Stay just like that.”Kinky. Fuck, this man was kinky and I had to admit I liked it.Of course, I dabbled in some kinky shit like this, but I was almost certain this man would take it further than those men in the past.Was it an experience thing? Or was he this domineer
[Grant’s POV]“A bet.” I repeat, my voice even. “You’re saying that you approached me because of a bet.”“I already said that,” Gianna responds. “Do you need to clarify again?”“Well,” I say. “I’m just trying to come to terms with it. I mean, how would you feel if you were me? I was used by you.”As I speak, I can see Gianna’s face falling and when I’m certain that she truly feels sorry, I reach out and pat her head.“What are you doing?” She asks. “Why are you suddenly patting me?”“Well,” I say. “I just couldn’t stand how sorry you looked.”Honestly, when it came to Gianna I wanted only the best.“You look much more lovely when you smile.” I say now. “So, smile more, alright?”I wait while Gianna stares at me with a look that almost screams she doesn’t know exactly how to handle me and when she finally opens her mouth to speak, her stomach rumbles.“Eat up,” I chuckle as she blushes. “Once you finish, why don’t we go swimming?”“Swimming?” She asks, perking up and then I look to the
[Grant’s POV]Gianna’s gaze locks onto mine as she stares up at me. Her tongue runs along her lips and when a seductive smile spreads across her face, she places her hands on either of my thighs and then just like the fucking vixen that she is, she runs her tongue along my dick, cleaning away both of our juices.“Fuck,” I groan, enjoying what she is doing to me. “You’re a dangerous vixen, you know that?”“I’ve been told.” She giggles.Frowning, I feel my mind begin to drift to all the other bastards that she may have slept with and in that moment I find myself wishing that I could kill every fucking one of them.But you can’t. I remind myself as Gianna starts to take my dick into her mouth and then down her throat.Groaning, I watch as she swallows me beautifully and when she can’t take anymore, she starts moving.She moves slowly, tauntingly, her lips squeezing my shaft perfectly while her tongue swirls around me.“Fuck,” I grunt as she begins to pick up speed. “That’s a good girl.”
[Grant’s POV]I stare at the woman in front of me sitting there on that counter with her legs splayed, showing every fucking thing.It’s taking all my energy to not just rip my clothes and plow into her soaked pussy and I’m certain that she realizes because a mischievous smile plays on her lips.“Are you just going to stare?” She asks invitingly. “Or…”She trails off, her hand running along her chest to her stomach, and coming to rest right above her pussy.“Are you into watching?”Fuck, she’s dangerous, that much I was learning, but I guess I shouldn’t have expected any less given how boldly she approached me back then.“As much as I want to watch.” I say slowly moving forward and then kneeling in front of her. “I’d rather enjoy.”Nodding, she moves her hand back up her body and hooks a thigh over my shoulder.“Then do it.”I don’t need anymore encouragement than that to spur me forward, my face burying itself between her legs so that my lips and tongue can attack her pussy.“Oh!” Sh
[Gianna’s POV]I stare at Grant, taking him in while wondering what exactly his reason for doing all of this is.Of course, he said it was because he needed someone to shield him and that he wanted to take responsibility for getting my pregnant, but even then I just can’t bring myself to believe it
[Gianna’s POV]I stare in disbelief as Grant watches me, his eyes screaming that he is serious about what he just said and when it becomes too much, I feel my anger bubbling.What was it about this man?Did he enjoy pissing me off that much?I mean, shit. Everytime he opened his mouth he said that
[Grant’s POV]“Is your wife okay?”I turn and take in the flight attendant that stands beside me with a look of concern on her face.“Morning sickness is the worst.”“Morning sickness,” I repeat, frowning. “What do you mean?”Wasn’t this just a bought of motion sickness or nerves that Gianna was ex
[Gianna’s POV]The man above me smiles at me, his eyes flashing with desire as he hooks a finger in my pants and pulling them down so that I’m left in nothing but a lacy g-string.“Fuck,” he growls, clearly enjoying what he is seeing. “That barely covers anything.”“And?” I ask, enjoying the horine







