Chapter 6 THE FANTASY!

RONAN'S POV;

I laid on the bed, thinking about what I almost tried to do to Liora, what was it...

"Had it been Nikolai didn't interrupt, would I have kissed her her succulent pink lips?..

Fuck, thinking about it is causing blood to pump down south...

Gently, I reached down, as I felt the slow forming erection.

"Liora," I whispered to myself, my fingers hovering over the buttons of my trousers, just as the door creaked open.

"Babe, for a moment, I thought you weren't home," Laura's voice cut through the silence, interrupting the vivid daydream that was just beginning to unfold.

"I've been calling you, but you didn't pick up," she said, her voice tinged with frustration as she pouted and looked at me. "Your cars outside says otherwise. I thought you weren't home for a moment, but seeing them parked out front made me wonder what was really going on."

My feelings for Laura are a mystery to me, distinct and separate from the emotions that Liora stirs within me. This uncertainty lingered, casting a shadow over my heart as I struggled to make sense of it all.

I feel a kind of passion for that young lady that I've never experienced before. I never saw Liora in that light until the night I met her at the bar.

"Ronan, I'm talking to you," she said, her expression shifting to one of confusion as she looked at me.

"And I'm listening," I replied, standing up and walking over to where she stood.

"I was thinking," I said to her, "why don't we do something right here and now?" With that, I leaned in and began kissing her lips gently.

I knew that kissing Liora's cute lips could be my undoing, I thought to myself as I imagined the moment in my mind.

Gradually, her hand descended to my aroused shaft, her fingers gently tracing and massaging it through the fabric of my pants, creating a growing sense of anticipation.

"Oh, someone's already hard for me," she remarked with a teasing smile, as she sank to her knees in front of me.

"Yes, I'm so fucking hard for you, babygirl" I whispered, feeling a shiver run through as I sensed her lips brushing against the tips.

"No, this isn't right, she's your best friend's baby sister," a voice in my mind warned, growing louder with each passing second. The realization hit me hard, and with a sudden rush of clarity and guilt, I pulled away, leaving Laura bewildered and confused, her eyes searching for an explanation as I tried to regain my composure.

"Are you okay? What's the problem?" she asked, standing up and looking at me with concern as she tried to understand what had just happened.

"Uhmm..." I hummed, struggling to find the right words as the turmoil inside me made it hard to speak.

I couldn't shake the feeling of guilt for using Laura to satisfy my longing for Liora. It weighed heavily on me, knowing that my actions had been driven by a desire meant for someone else.

"What's the problem?" she asked, approaching me with a look of concern.

"Why don't we head to a restaurant to eat first? Then we can come back and pick up where we left off. I'm famished," I suggested, trying to redirect my thoughts and distract myself from the intense fantasies.

"Okay, that sounds good. I'm famished as well," she agreed with a nod.

"Okay, good then," I sighed, trying to catch my breath as my heart raced rapidly in my chest.

"Before we go, let me shower," I said, glancing over at her.

"Do you want me to join you?" she asked in a sultry tone, her voice trailing off as I made my way toward the bathroom, her words lingering in the air.

"No, trust me. I don’t want us to take too much time there," I declined, hurrying into the bathroom for a cold shower to help calm my tense nerves and alleviate my stiff shaft.

LIORA'S POV:

"Why was I so naive and stupid?" I whispered to myself, my voice trembling as I wiped away the tears that kept flowing down my cheeks. The weight of my situation was unbearable; Leonard seemed hell-bent on stripping me of everything I had, everything that mattered.

The sound of a knock on the door shattered my spiral of despair.

"Li," Nickolas called out softly as he pushed the door open and peered inside.

"Hey, are you okay?" His voice was gentle and filled with concern as he crossed the room and sat down beside me on the bed.

"What's happening? Talk to me," he urged, his usual tone of worry evident in every word.

"I-I..." I began, struggling to articulate the turmoil inside me.

"What's wrong?" he pressed, his concern deepening.

"I know you, Dad, and everyone else warned me about Leonard, but I wouldn't listen," I said, my voice breaking as I tried to compose myself.

"What did that scumbag do now?" he asked through gritted teeth, his anger barely contained.

"I... I discovered that he's been cheating on me," I confessed, my voice barely above a whisper.

"That son of a bitch," he muttered under his breath, his fury unmistakable.

"And now, he withdrew all my savings from..." I hesitated, feeling a pang of embarrassment as I struggled to continue.

"From where?" he asked, his patience running thin.

"From our joint account," I said quietly, bracing myself for his reaction.

"I know, Nikolai," I said quickly, sensing his impending judgment. "I was foolish and stupid."

"The money doesn’t matter," he said fiercely, his resolve hardening. "He can take it, but I will make sure he pays for what he's done. You have my word on that." His voice was filled with a determination I knew well. Once Nikolai made a promise, he saw it through, no matter the cost.

"No, I want my money back. It’s my savings, and I refuse to let him keep it," I said firmly, my voice gaining strength despite the despair I felt.

"And he said he would return the money if I give him all my designs," I added, carefully omitting the part where I had been designing for his company, contributing significantly to its growth.

"Have you filed for divorce? Because I will not let you go back to that monster. I’ll stop you if I have to, even if it means physically restraining you," he said, his voice a mix of anger and protective concern.

"I have, but he’s refusing to sign," I admitted, feeling a deep sense of helplessness.

"What does he take you for?" Nikolai asked, his calm demeanor giving way to frustration.

"A Hearthstone is not to be toyed with. Never!" he spats.

He pulled me into an embrace, resting my head on his shoulder as he tried to comfort me. "I wish I could say the same. But Dad has cut me off from everything Hearthstone-related, and now I’m left with nothing but my small savings that Leonard wants to take away," I confessed, my voice muffled against his shoulder.

"Don't worry, Liora. Everything will be fine when I'm here. I promise," Nikolai reassured me, his voice steady and comforting as I leaned on him, grateful for his unwavering support.