For some reason, Weston was particularly gentle that night.
Like any other hot-blooded man, Weston would turn savage when he was engrossed in lust and desire.
Perhaps it was akin to a primal instinct, but in those passionate moments, he would completely lose all
rationality as he plundered and looted no holds barred.
No matter how much he cared about Stella’s feelings and tried to be careful, he would be absolutely
unrestrained and even beastly at the peak of his pleasure.
But that night, as he pinned her against the bathroom wall, Stella could feel a streak of warm
tenderness amidst his ferocity. He placed his large hand on her flat belly, and the warmth from his hand
flowed continuously onto her skin, partially shielding her from the cold tiles on the wall.
Stella pressed her against his chest while the front of her body clung to the icy wall, creating a stark
contrast of fiery passion on one side and chilling hardness on the other.
“Gently, please…” she begged after a while when she could no longer bear it anymore.
He gathered up her hair and kissed the nape of her neck before asking, “Do you like Zach a lot?”
Stella clenched her fist. It was already hard enough to bear the brunt of his carnal desire, but he just
had to spoil her mood further by mentioning Zach. “What made you think that I like Zach?” she asked.
“You always shunned him in the past,” he replied, his words punctuated by occasional huffing and
puffing, “but you seem to be getting along really well with him just now.”
Stella took a deep breath to steady her voice, so it didn’t tremble too much when she told him, “Think of
it however you like… I don’t care…”.
Weston raised his chin and let her rest against his chest as he stared fixedly at her face, even as she
closed her eyes shut.
“He can be our child if that’s what you want,” he told her. Stella pursed her lips and adamantly stayed
silent. She knew exactly what he meant-he wanted her to be Zach’s stepmother.
But how could she ever agree to that?
She reminded herself of Warren Ford’s promise and his instruction. It was the only thing that stopped
her from outright refusing him. Right now, all she could do was
grit her teeth and endure the full force of his lustful ravishing
The next morning, Stella woke up very late because her alarm clock did not go off on time for some
reason.
The window was left open, and gusts of wind constantly breezed in, cooling the room significantly.
The days were much warmer now. Even though it was still early in the morning, the air was not as
bitingly cold as it had been in early spring.
It was a sign that summer was fast approaching. Stella lifted the blanket off her body and quickly got
up. Her dainty nightdress slipped off her shoulders, exposing the fresh hickeys on her body and the
fading ones. She glanced at them momentarily as she passed the floor-to ceiling mirror in the bathroom
before heading stolidly to the sink to brush her teeth and wash her face.
Weston was nowhere to be seen. Stella assumed that he must already be at work. His biological clock
had always been impressive . No matter how wild and lengthy their lovemaking session was the night
before, he was always up and ready to go the next early morning. As Stella brushed her teeth, she
stared at herself in the mirror. The dark circles under her eyes were prominent. She counted her
blessings that the filming was all over. It
wouldn’t have been good for her to show up on set looking like this.
After that, she changed her clothes and was ready to leave the door when her phone suddenly rang.
She picked it up. It was a video call from Roger.
With a huge time difference between Stella’s location and Compassvale University, where Roger was
studying, they set up a fixed time to contact. However, because so many things happened last night, it
had completely slipped out of Stella’s mind.
She scampered to a random corner of the room and answered the call. Roger’s face then appeared on
the screen of her phone.
“Sis!”
Seeing Roger and hearing his voice lifted Stella’s mood instantly.
“Hello!” she replied with a big grin on her face. “What time is it over there?”
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