INICIAR SESIÓNShe laughed loudly."Oh my goodness,haven't laughed so loud in a long time you know.""You will laugh more...that's a promise.."I murmured, my hips rolling against her, letting her feel exactly how hard I was, how desperately my cock strained against my suit pants. The heavy silk and tulle of her gown bunched between us as I kissed her again—deeper, messier, tongues sliding hot and wet while my hands roamed greedily over every curve. My thumbs stroked her cheeks, her jaw, her neck—touching, touching, touching because I couldn't stop. I couldn't get enough of her softness, the way her body filled my arms, so generous and yielding. My hands roamed down her sides, bunching the heavy skirts up around her thighs in frantic handfuls. The fabric was slippery, resisting me, but I didn't care. I shoved it higher as I pinned her harder against the door. I dropped to one knee for half a second, yanking the voluminous skirts and petticoats up to her waist in a messy heap. My other hand sh
The door had barely clicked shut behind us before I had her pressed against it, my body caging hers, hands already roaming—over her shoulders, down her arms, gripping her hips like she might vanish if I let go. “Fuck, Lena,” I breathed against her neck, lips trailing fire along her jaw. “I missed you. I missed this. I missed us.” Her laugh came out shaky, breathless. “You’re shaking.” I pulled back just enough to look at her. She was right—my hands trembled against her waist, tremors running through my fingers as if I’d been standing in the cold for hours. A rough laugh escaped me. “Of course I’m shaking.” I pressed my forehead to hers, eyes closed. “A year, Lena. A whole goddamn year without you, fuck it all—” My voice cracked. “I missed you so much it hurt. Every single day. Every single night." Her hands came up to cup my face, thumbs stroking my cheekbones with heartbreaking tenderness. “I know,” she whispered. “I know, baby. I felt the same.” I kissed her again—s
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My gaze lingered on her tear-streaked face. Every tear that rolled down her soft cheeks carved itself into my soul.I hate the sight of it. Slowly..I lifted my hand and brushed my thumb across her cheek, catching a tear before it could fall. The warmth of her skin against my fingertips made my heart ache. I gently slipped her hands from my face before rising to my feet. She remained kneeling for a heartbeat, looking up at me with those wide, vulnerable eyes before slowly standing with me. "Lena..." I cupped her cheek again, unable to stop touching her, as though reassuring myself she was truly here. "Yes?" she whispered, sniffling softly. Her lips were slightly parted. My eyes drifted to them. The world around us disappeared, even my own heartbeat faded beneath the magnetic pull between us. I traced my thumb over her damp cheek, my fingers lingering just beneath her jaw. Every instinct inside me begged to close the tiny distance separating us. My voice came
Everything inside me shattered. The walls I had spent years fortifying—brick by brick, scar by scar—crumbled in a single, breathless moment. My legs buckled beneath me, and I crashed to my knees on the cold pavement. Not because I was weak. But because my heart had finally collapsed under the weight of everything I had buried so deep I thought I'd never find it again. The pain in my chest was so sharp, so visceral, it drowned out the world. My vision swam and my lungs stuttered, refusing to draw air. After years of forcing myself to stand, to fight, to survive—I simply couldn't anymore. "Tarzan!" Lena's face went white. She dropped to her knees in front of me, her hands gripping my shoulders with a desperate, trembling force. "Tarzan! What happened? Talk to me—please! You're scaring me." I wanted to answer. I wanted to tell her that hearing those words should have made me the happiest man alive. Instead, they broke me open. Because I finally knew the truth. "I hear
Soon, she turned her head in my direction. Our eyes met, and the smile on her face vanished. Did I frighten her? Was there something in my expression that made her smile drop? I couldn’t look away, no matter how hard I tried. My eyes refused to leave her. She glanced at me several times while continuing her conversation, her smile growing increasingly forced. I hated being the reason it had disappeared. I had reached my limit. I couldn’t keep pretending anymore. I couldn’t keep swallowing words that were slowly destroying me. “Sir…” My driver’s voice cut through the chaos in my mind. “Should I drive Ms. Lena home first?” I slowly turned toward him. “The keys?" He hesitated. “But, sir… the after-party. Mr. Eric said your presence is important.” I looked at him. One look was enough. His words died instantly. Without another sound, he handed me the keys. My gaze returned to Lena. She had finished speaking with the others and was carefully lifting the hem of
I jerked back, pulse thudding in my ears. His hand froze mid-air, then dropped slowly, though his intense eyes stayed locked on mine. “I’m sorry,” he said, voice low. “I should have asked first. May I touch your hair?” “No! Are you even listening to what I’m saying?” His gaze moved over my
MITCH'S POVI closed the bathroom door behind me and let out a long breath, finally free from her tear-stained face and those pathetic, hopeful eyes.That went about as well as I expected.Lena really is something.Always crying. It doesn't matter if she's happy, sad, or confused. Tears are her def
"So when I grow older, then I can marry you?" She laughed. "It doesn't work like that. I will also grow into an old woman. You don't want to marry an old lady, right?" She demonstrated, shaking her hand. "The old lady is you." "Yes, but..." "Yes, I will marry her." "Eww... It's... um.
LENA'S POV What a day... I drifted through the rest of my shift like a shadow, barely present. Julia and the girls noticed. They gently pulled me aside and told me to take a break—they'd cover for me, they wouldn't say anything to the boss since she's still on maternity leave. I whispered a sh







