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Evelyn’s POV.

We paddled around the lake for a while, enjoying the peaceful atmosphere and the beauty of nature. Alex pointed out different spots along the shore, sharing little stories and facts about the area. His enthusiasm was infectious, and I found myself genuinely enjoying the experience.

After about an hour, we returned to the shore and returned the kayak. I felt a pleasant fatigue in my muscles, the kind that comes from physical activity and fresh air.

“How about we grab some lunch now?” Alex suggested as we walked back to the car. “There’s a little cafe nearby that I think you’ll love.”

“Sounds perfect,” I replied, my stomach growling in agreement.

We drove to a quaint cafe nestled in the heart of a small town not far from the lake. The place had a charming, rustic vibe with outdoor seating under a pergola draped in flowering vines. We chose a table outside, and a friendly waitress soon brought us menus.

“Their sandwiches are the best,” Alex said. “I recommend the turkey and avocado.”

“That sounds good to me,” I said, trusting his judgment.

We placed our orders, and while we waited for our food, Alex continued to regale me with stories and jokes. I found myself laughing more than I had in a long time. When our sandwiches arrived, they were indeed delicious-fresh, flavorful, and satisfying.

“This is amazing,” I said between bites. “Thank you for bringing me here.”

“Anytime,” Alex replied with a smile. “I’m glad you’re enjoying yourself.”

After lunch, we strolled around the town, browsing through quaint shops and enjoying the relaxed atmosphere. We visited a local bookstore, where Alex bought a novel he had been wanting to read, and I picked up a cute journal with a floral cover.

“To remember today,” Alex said, handing it to me at the checkout. I blushed slightly but accepted the gift with gratitude.

As the afternoon wore on, we headed to the local fair, which was in full swing. The fairground was buzzing with activity-brightly colored stalls, games, rides, and the mouthwatering aroma of fair food.

“Let’s start with some games,” Alex suggested, leading me to a booth with a ring toss game. He paid for a set of rings and handed them to me. “Give it a try.”

I threw the rings, missing the targets entirely, but Alex was encouraging. “Don’t worry, it takes practice,” he said, taking his turn and expertly landing a ring on a bottle. He won a small stuffed bear and handed it to me. “A souvenir,” he said with a grin.

We moved from game to game, laughing and cheering each other on. Alex won a few more prizes, including a giant teddy bear that I could barely carry. We also went on a few rides-the Ferris wheel, the bumper cars, and the merry-go-round. Each ride brought more laughter and fun.

As the sun began to set, painting the sky in hues of orange and pink, we decided to take one last ride on the Ferris wheel. From the top, the view was breathtaking-the fairground below lit up with twinkling lights, the town beyond, and the lake in the distance.

“This has been an incredible day,” I said, feeling a sense of contentment wash over me.

“It really has,” Alex agreed, his eyes meeting mine. “I’m glad you enjoyed it, Emily.”

I smiled, feeling a warmth in my heart. Despite the uncertainty of my situation, today had been a beautiful escape, a reminder that there was still joy to be found in the world. And for that, I was deeply grateful to Alex.

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Antonio paced the office in his mansion , his face a mask of frustration. His men and Reina had returned without Evelyn, and he was blinded by anger, feeling utterly betrayed. His mind raced with thoughts of where she could be, and why she would run from him instead of facing her punishment. To Antonio, she was guilty and that was the reason she ran away.

“Jacob!” Antonio’s voice thundered through the mansion.

Jacob appeared quickly, knowing better than to keep Antonio waiting when he was in this state. “Yes, boss?”

“Get your girlfriend here immediately. What’s her name again?” Debbie” I want to know if she’s hiding Evelyn,” Antonio ordered, his eyes blazing with fury.

Jacob nodded and left to carry out his orders. Debbie was Evelyn’s friend, and if anyone knew where Evelyn was, it might be her. It didn’t take long for Jacob to beg Debbie to follow him and then bring her to Antonio’s office.

Debbie stood there, her arms crossed defiantly, trying to mask her fear. Antonio’s intense gaze bore into her. “Where is Evelyn?” he demanded.Text © owned by NôvelDrama.Org.

“I don’t know,” Debbie replied firmly.

Antonio’s eyes narrowed. “I’ll kill you if my men find her there. Go and Search her house,” he commanded his men. They collected her keys, moved swiftly out of the mansion to check her house. They arrived there and started searching, leaving no corner unchecked. But after a thorough search, they found nothing.

Debbie’s frustration grew, but she kept her silence. Antonio dismissed her with a wave, his anger still simmering. “Get her out of my sight,” he growled after getting a call from his men that Evelyn wasn’t in Debbie’s house.

Jacob escorted Debbie to his car, sensing her anger radiating off her. The drive back to her house was tense, the silence between them heavy.

“I’m sorry,” Jacob said finally, his voice sincere. “I didn’t stop my boss’s men. I know they were wrong for searching your house and calling you for silly questions. I couldn’t say no to my boss.”

Debbie remained silent, her gaze fixed out the window. When they arrived at her house, Jacob followed her inside, determined to make amends.

“Debbie, please,” he said softly, reaching out to touch her arm. “I’m truly sorry.”

Debbie turned to face him, her expression still hard, but there was a flicker of something softer in her eyes. Jacob stepped closer, his hand trailing up her arm gently. “I never wanted any of this to happen,” he murmured, his voice low.

He leaned in, pressing a tender kiss to her forehead, then another on her temple. Debbie’s resolve began to waver as he continued to kiss her softly, moving down to her cheek, and then her neck. She could feel his sincerity in each kiss, his apologies palpable.

As his lips moved to her collarbone, Debbie’s breath hitched. She wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him closer. Their lips met in a passionate kiss, a mix of apology and longing. She pushed him towards the bed, her hands already working to undress him.

Jacob let out a soft groan as Debbie’s hands roamed over his body, her touch urgent and demanding. She undressed him quickly, her eyes blazing with desire and a hint of anger. She knelt in front of him, taking his hard length into her mouth without hesitation.

Jacob’s hands instinctively tangled in her hair, his grip tightening as she sucked him aggressively. “Fuck, Debbie,” he groaned, his head falling back. She took him deep, her tongue swirling around his tip before she took him in again, her pace relentless.

The sensation was overwhelming. Jacob’s muscles tensed as she worked him over, his breath coming in ragged gasps. “Shit… you’re so good,” he muttered, his fingers gripping the bed sheet.

Debbie’s eyes flicked up to meet his, a fierce determination in her gaze. She sucked harder, her movements becoming more intense. Jacob’s body responded, his hips thrusting up to meet her mouth.

“God, Debbie… I’m sorry,” he managed to gasp out between curses, the pleasure building to an unbearable peak. Her aggressive pace didn’t let up, pushing him closer to the edge.

With a final, deep thrust, Jacob came with a shout, his release hitting hard and fast. Debbie didn’t stop until he was spent, her lips and tongue milking every last drop from him.

As the intensity ebbed, Jacob pulled Debbie up to him, their breaths mingling as they lay together on the bed. He kissed her again, softer this time, his hands running gently over her back. “Thank you,” he whispered, his voice filled with gratitude and lingering regret. “I really am sorry.”

Debbie nodded, her own anger dissipating in the wake of their shared passion. “I know,” she said quietly. “Just… don’t let it happen again.”

“I won’t,” Jacob promised, holding her close, hoping he could make things right from here on out.

“Should we go crazy?” Jacob asked, grabbing her ass cheek, his voice thick with desire.

“Or even crazier?” Debbie countered, biting her lip as she stripped off her clothes. She spread her legs, giving him an unrestrained view of her pussy, glistening and inviting.

“Gosh… you are too much for me,” he said, his gaze locked on her shaved pussy, his dick hardening instantly at the sight.

“What do you want, babe?” Debbie asked, her voice sultry as she bit her lip slightly.

“Sit on my face, please. Sit on my face. I’m impatient already,” Jacob demanded, his voice hoarse with need.