The water made her feel weightless. Lyvana tilted her head back as he pressed hungry kisses against her neck.
Her fingers dug into his wet, muscled shoulders.
"Am I a rmaid now?"
Julian chuckled. "If you are, then I guess I’m drowning. And I don’t want to be saved."
She kissed him hard then. He kissed and sucked her on her nipples.
When he finally entered her, Lyvana let out a soft, sharp gasp.
Julian paused for a mont, his forehead resting against hers. His dark eyes were locked on hers, searching her face for any sign of discomfort.
"You’re so beautiful," he whispered, his voice rough and low.
The water splashed softly around them as he started to move. Julian kept his dark eyes locked on hers, watching every flash of pleasure on her face.
Julian picked up the pace, his thrusts becoming deeper and more urgent.
"Julian," she gasped.
He watched her eyes flutter shut and her lips part, savoring the way she ca undone in his arms.
Lyvana cried out softly. Her body shook as she reached her peak. Julian let out a low groan. His muscles went tight as he followed her, lost in the intense heat of the mont.
Julian slowly pulled back, his eyes soft as he looked at her. He kissed her forehead, a slow and tender gesture that made Lyvana’s heart ache.
"You okay?" he whispered, his voice still rough.
Lyvana nodded, a small smile on her lips. She leaned her head against his shoulder.
"I don’t want to leave," she murmured.
Julian tightened his hold on her waist. "Then don’t. We could stay here all day."
Lyvana laughed softly. "You’re ridiculous."
While the sun was rising over the lake, the mood was very different at the Glowen mansion.
Mark groaned as he opened his eyes. The bright light hitting the windows made his head throb. He had finished far too many bottles of champagne the night before.
He shifted in the bed and felt a warm body next to him. Soone was snuggled up against him. Her cute bare ass peeking out from under the silk sheets.
A smug smile spread across his face. He reached out a hand, inserting his finger into her wet opening.
"Lyvana?" he whispered, already getting turned on.
The person stirred, letting out a low sleepy moan as she began to turn around.
Mark’s smile widened, but it froze the mont he saw her face. It wasn’t Lyvana.
It was Annie, one of the young maids who worked at the mansion.
"Who are you, and what are you doing in this bed?" he hissed.
Annie flinched. "You... you asked to stay last night. You kept calling ’Lyvana’ and wouldn’t let go of my hand."
Mark cursed under his breath and rubbed his temples. This was a disaster. If Lady Glowen found out he was sleeping with the staff, his chance to marry Lyvana would be gone.
"Get out," he snapped, pointing toward the door. "Take your clothes and get out before soone sees you."
Annie scrambled out of the bed, her face turning bright red. She gathered her things in a hurry, her hands shaking.
"I’m sorry, sir. I didn’t an to—"
"Just go!" Mark growled.
As the door clicked shut behind her, Mark sank back against the pillows. His head felt like it was exploding.
He had spent the whole night dreaming of Lyvana, only to wake up to a ss like this.
He reached for his phone on the nightstand. There were several missed calls and texts, mostly from his mother and Clarisse.
"Damn it!"
He had spent years trying to trap Lyvana into this marriage. He had used her grandmother, the company, and every lie he could think of. How had things gotten this bad.
Mark stood up, his head spinning. He grabbed a glass of water from the nightstand and drank it in one gulp.
He rembered what happened the night before. He had almost fought with this Julian character in front of everyone.
Mark roared in frustration and threw the empty glass against the wall. It shattered into a thousand pieces.
He didn’t just want Lyvana for the money anymore. He wanted to break her. He wanted to see the look on Julian’s face when he realized he had lost.
He grabbed his shirt from the floor and started buttoning it.
"You think you won, Blackwood?" Mark muttered. His eyes were bloodshot and his face was pale. "This is just starting."
....
Isabel Montclair was pacing. She stopped the mont Lyvana walked through the door.
"You’re ho," she said. "Where have you been all day."
"I had a eting, what has gotten you so worked up like this."
Isabel didn’t answer right away. She walked over to the mahogany side table and picked up her phone with a trembling hand. Her face was pale in the lamplight.
"Look at this," she hissed, shoving the screen toward Lyvana.
On the screen was a grainy photo of her father. He was in a hotel hallway. His clothes were ssy and he was leaning against a woman. They were kissing. There were other photos as well.
Oh no! She had almost forgotten about this. This was the start of her father’s downfall. In her previous life, their marriage had ended in a ssy divorce. Her father had married his mistress who according to him, she had a five year old son for him.
Yet that woman had been his undoing.
"I hired a private investigator," Isabel whispered. "I had my suspicions. He is ruining the family na for a cheap thrill."
"This can’t be right," Lyvana murmured.
"It is right," Isabel said, her voice rising. "The investigator followed him to the Grand Imperial. He stayed in that room for three hours, Lyvana. Three hours while I was sitting here waiting for him."
Lyvana felt a cold pit form in her stomach. "Am sorry about this."
Isabel sank into the chair, her face buried in her hands. Her voice was thin and broken.
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