As I slowly regained consciousness, two things became apparent: I was no longer in the elevator, and I found myself enveloped in the warm embrace of someone who felt and smelled like Archer. I became aware of the rhythmic rise and fall of his chest against my back, and I couldn't ignore the intimate proximity of his warm, throbbing presence against my bum."Archer…" I whispered, feeling relief wash over me as I recognized his presence. "Yes, babe," he rasped, his voice filled with concern. I attempted to turn and face him, but a sharp pain shot through my head, causing me to wince. "Stay still. I'm right here," he reassured me, pressing a gentle kiss to the back of my shoulder. "I want to see you," I whispered, determined to catch a glimpse of him. He started to move away, but I quickly reached out, gripping his shirt to keep him close. With a clenched jaw, I managed to turn my head in his direction, and a sharp breath escaped me when our eyes met. Archer's amused grin made me blush
"Archer, I..." I started to say, my emotions swirling, but he interrupted gently."I want you to know you have that option. So think about it, okay?" he implored, giving me the space to process everything.I held his gaze for a moment before nodding. He gently guided my head to rest back on his chest, and I closed my eyes, pressing my face to the side of his neck, feeling safe in his embrace."How long was I unconscious?" I asked, trying to piece together the time I had lost."About eight hours…" Archer replied, concern evident in his voice. "Oh, my, what time is it?" I inquired, feeling disoriented. He raised his left wrist to check the gold Rolex adorning it. "Ten minutes to eleven a.m.""You stayed all night," I said, a mix of surprise and gratitude in my tone. "Hmm…." "Did you get any sleep?" I asked, worried about him as well. "I tried…." He sighed. "A nurse came earlier to check on you. I told her I would let her know when you woke up…" "Great, I think I'm going to need so
As expected, I wasn't surprised to find out that Archer had a house in Duport. From the outside, it resembled a two-story grand art gallery, with its modern architectural design. However, as we entered the house, I was met with a fascinating and unusual sight. The foyer boasted a high ceiling and expansive space, adorned with decorative stones and glass walls. Instead of the typical stairs leading up, a unique design caught my eye – the stairs descended underground.I couldn't help but be intrigued as I followed Archer down the wooden stairs, which curved into an underground sitting room. One side of the wall, an extension from the foyer, mimicked an enormous rock with a jagged surface reminiscent of a mining cave. It was both natural and artistic, creating a mesmerizing visual.The living room's flooring was an extensive black marble, accented by thin white stripes, which took on a striking appearance under the soft glow of the candlelight from the elegant light fixtures. The room wa
Afterward, we both remained still on the floor, wrapped in each other's arms. Our breathing was audible and labored, and I nestled my face in the nook of his neck, holding on tightly. He gently combed his fingers through my hair, massaging my scalp as he craned his neck to press a tender kiss to the corner of my lips. "Will you let me feed you now?" he rasped. In response, I tightened my hold around him, not wanting to let go. "I just want to hold you like this," I whispered with genuine emotions. "You have me now, okay?" he assured me, but I stayed silent. Sensing my hesitation, he added, "Okay, darling?" "'Kay," I finally replied in a voice that was barely above a whisper. With a gentle touch, he helped me get up and carried me to a room just down the hallway beside the kitchen area. Pressing my nose to his skin, I inhaled his comforting scent, feeling safe in his arms. He took me inside a swanky bathroom and carefully placed me on the toilet seat to help me clean up, all the wh
As I stirred awake, I felt Archer's warm breath caressing my ear, his naked skin against mine felt divine, and I pressed against him, rubbing my back against his front like a moth drawn to a flame. He whispered my name again, his voice sending shivers down my spine. "Hmm," I mumbled, feeling his hand cupping one of my breasts, teasing the hardened peak with his finger. Slowly, I circled my waist, pressing my backside against his hardened cock. He gripped my hip, preventing me from stopping, and continued to press against me. "I'm going to be late, and it's going to be your fault," he growled, flipping me over to lie face down. My breath hitched as he leaned over me, his body still pressed against mine. He lifted my hips, making me arch my back as he entered me. "Hmm," I moaned, biting my lip to stifle my cries of pleasure. The familiar rhythm took me back to our time together at his cabin in Brooks, where we slept and woke up entwined in each other's love. His thrusts grew deeper,
Upon seeing me, Archer smiled, and the warmth in his eyes instantly erased all my fears. "We will be here, Miss Adele," Chad quietly reassured me, and when I glanced back, I saw the two guards had retreated to stand guard in a discreet corner of the room, giving us some privacy for our lunch meeting."Hey, love," Archer said, catching me off guard. Did he just call me love?!"I hope I haven't kept you waiting?" I whispered, feeling flustered by the endearment."No, darling, you are right on time," he said, pulling me to his side. As Victor Donovan, Archer's father, stood up from his seat, I found myself locking eyes with him. His gaze was strangely familiar, reminiscent of Archer's, but there were noticeable differences. While Archer's eyes held a mesmerizing mix of gold, green and brown, Victor's irises were a deep, captivating shade of dark brown. His eyes possessed an intense depth that sent shivers down my spine, He had the aura of a tamed predator, trapped under a mask he only s
My heart sank as I shut my eyes and opened them in pure disbelief. Archer was back with the Enforcer’s Sister?! I thought that after his disappearing act last Christmas till the new year, it was over between them. I had given the little bitch some form of immunity because she was Mark's little sister, Mark had just died, and I believed Archer was doing her out of misguided loyalty to his late friend. But now, seeing them together, letting her meet Victor Donovan, it shattered my hopes. ‘No, it couldn't be true. It must be a mistake, a misunderstanding,’ I thought to myself. But the evidence was right in front of me, with every gesture, every glance, the way Archer touched and looked at her made me feel like I was witnessing a nightmare. When he kissed her again, I couldn't bear to watch. I turned away, unable to stand seeing him treat her the way I deserved to be treated. The pain and jealousy gnawed at me, and I tried to hide my emotions, but it was too much to bear.My mind was a w
My heart pounded in my chest as frustration and anger coursed through me. "Calm down, Jessica, think," I told myself sternly, trying to regain control of the chaotic situation. With a plan forming in my mind, I swiftly repacked my carryall, the one I had brought from Brooks. My bag always contained essentials - a gun, a pocket knife, and a Taser, prepared for any dangerous circumstances. Though lacking latex gloves, I made do with my trusty leather gloves, a habit of mine.I knew time was of the essence; once Victor arrived at the suite, the place would be swarming with guards. Whatever I needed to do, it had to be fast. I approached the side window, hoping to find a solution. But alas, the window was tightly shut, leaving no option to dispose of a body that way. The balcony seemed plausible, but the risk of exposure in broad daylight was too great.Carrying my purse, my hands trembled as I retrieved the gun, seeking out my mother's whereabouts amidst the echoing curses that confirmed