INICIAR SESIÓNROXETTE
I made my way to the guest room, the one that used to be mine when I lived here, and changed into something comfortable. The bed felt soft and inviting as I climbed in, pulling the covers over me.
For the first time in what felt like forever, I let myself relax completely. No one was watching. No one was threatening. Just me, the
ROXETTEIt had only been a few days since Chandler’s meeting with Valentino and my emotional conversation with Diana on the kitchen floor, but the air in the mansion already felt different. Heavier with the weight of everything that had come to light, yet somehow lighter because truths were finally out in the open.I had spent those days mostly resting, eating whatever my pregnancy cravings demanded (which lately included an alarming amount of mangoes and grilled cheese sandwiches), and trying not to overthink the chaos swirling around us. Chandler had been attentive as always, checking in on me constantly and making sure I wasn’t stressing too much about the baby.We had even talked a little about wedding ideas in quiet moments, though nothing formal yet.
ROXETTEI was still in the kitchen when I heard the front door open. The sound of Chandler’s footsteps echoed through the mansion, steady and familiar. I had been sitting there for a while after Diana left, the half-eaten cake still on the table in front of me. My appetite hadn’t faded. If anything, the pregnancy had made me hungrier than ever. I had nibbled on more of the cake while waiting, letting the sweetness distract me from the whirlwind of emotions the day had brought. Diana’s breakdown, our unexpected hug, the raw honesty between us… it had left me feeling both drained and strangely hopeful. Things were messy, but they were moving. And now Chandler was home.I stood up as he appeared in the doorway, his tall frame filling the space. He looked tired but lighter somehow, like some of the weight he had
CHANDLERI arrived at the private lounge I had reserved for this meeting, a quiet, upscale spot tucked away from the city’s usual chaos. The kind of place where serious conversations could happen without interruptions. Valentino was already there when I walked in, seated at a corner table with a glass of whiskey in front of him. He looked up as I approached, his expression guarded but not hostile. It had been years since we had sat across from each other like this, not as allies, not even as rivals in the open way we used to be, but as two men with too much history between us.I sat down across from him without preamble. The server brought me a glass of water. I wasn’t in the mood for anything stronger right now. I needed a clear head for this.“Valentino,&
ROXETTEWe stayed like that on the kitchen floor for what felt like a long time, the hug between us awkward at first but slowly softening into something real. Diana’s sobs gradually quieted into shaky breaths, her body still trembling against mine. I didn’t let go right away. My arms stayed wrapped around her, one hand gently rubbing her back the way I imagined I might one day comfort our baby.The floor was cold and hard beneath us, but I didn’t care. In that moment, all the anger and resentment from the past few days seemed to fade into the background. She was hurting. Deeply. And even after everything, the insults, the shove in Paris, and the accusations, I couldn’t turn away from that.Eventually, Diana pulled back a little, wiping her face
ROXETTEI was happily eating in the kitchen, savoring the last few bites of the simple lunch I had asked the staff to prepare. These days, food has become one of my greatest comforts. The pregnancy had turned my appetite into something unstoppable—I craved everything from sweet fruits to savory meals, and I found myself smiling every time I took a bite. It felt like a small way to connect with the baby growing inside me, a reminder that life was still moving forward even when everything else felt complicated. The mansion was quiet without Chandler around. He had left earlier to meet with Valentino, and though I was nervous about how that would go, I trusted him completely. He had promised to handle it, and after everything we had talked about, I knew he would do his best.I was in the middle of slicing a small piece of cake for
ROXETTEIt had been a week since that intense conversation with Chandler and the emotional confrontation with Diana. Things had settled into a strange kind of quiet at the mansion, but my mind hadn’t stopped spinning. I had spent the last few days going out to meet with my mom and Valentino, my father. It still felt surreal to call him that, but after our first awkward breakfast, I had wanted to know more. I needed answers. Not just about him, but about the past that had tangled all of us together.I had met them a couple of times now, sometimes with just Valentino, sometimes with my mom there too. The conversations had been long and revealing. Valentino was patient with all my questions, answering everything without hesitation. One afternoon, over coffee at a quiet café, he had admitted something that made my stomach tw
ROXETTEChandler’s hands never stopped their expert massage on my breasts, kneading them with deep, rhythmic pressure that made my toes curl in the warm water. I was panting, moaning softly, completely lost in the feeling of his strong fingers working my sensitive flesh while his thick cock rested
ROXETTE Morning light filtered softly through the heavy curtains of Chandler’s private suite, casting a warm, golden glow across the silk sheets. I woke up slowly, every inch of my body deliciously sore in ways I had never experienced before.My thighs ached, my hips carried faint bruises from his
ROXETTEMy orgasm crashed over me like a tidal wave. My walls spasmed violently around his cock, gushing hard, squirting around his thick shaft as my whole body convulsed. I screamed his name, back arching off the chaise, tears pouring down my face from the intensity. My pussy kept fluttering and m
ROXETTEI moaned loudly, the sound echoing through the quiet house. My pussy clenched around him greedily, the slick sounds growing louder as he railed me without mercy.“Daddy! It’s too deep! Slow down—yes!!”My begs only seemed to fuel him.He released my wrists only to flip me onto my stomach, y







