#MistakenIdentity Tres Amor #livestory #syllit Chapter 10.3 | Camp @NaNoWriMo.org wc29252

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Determined to never make the mistakes of the past, Elena, only wants to help people, which is why she works in the medical field. Yet, her world starts to collide as she meets a man from the past the same time she realizes the patients are mysteriously dying. Soon, her strange pregnancy, her past and her present are all consuming and her life maybe in jeopardy.

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Author’s Note: I would like to happily say I’m almost about to hit 30k in this story. Meaning, we almost got ourselves a good novella and things are moving fast. Thanks you guys for sticking in there with me!

Chapter 10.3

Pholsom carried her out the room literally against him in a bear hug with one arm, while the other stayed across her mouth. Armando followed them out. When she was out the room, she raised her knee and almost clocked him in the groin, but he shifted and unfortunately she only grazed his thigh, yet this was enough for him to put her down to recover himself.

“Your uncle!” she hissed trying to keep her voice low so others couldn’t be alerted of their conversation. “Your uncle?! Your uncle!”

The other staff on duty was most likely down by the main desk not too far from where they were, but if they kept their voices low, no one would be the wiser.

“How is he your uncle?!” she demanded to know.

“Well, a couple of decades ago there’s sisters that have sons-“ Armando began to explain calmly in that sarcastic obvious voice.

“Shut up, Armando!” Pholsom and Elena sneered.

“I-I can’t do this!” Elena said and handed the ring and box back to Armando.

Turning around, she walked down the hall in the opposite direction of the staff desk towards the employees lounge, hoping it was empty so she could get herself together.

To her relief, it was empty and she started to pace to walk off her frustration. What the hell was wrong with her?

She was only in the room five seconds before the door opened and Pholsom was coming in there. He locked the door behind him and pulled the blinds down so they could have privacy.

He had the ring box in his hands. “We need to talk.”

“There’s nothing to talk about Pholsom. All you care is about your facility.”

“I care about you and having you in my life, Elena. Whether it’s by giving you this job or you marrying my uncle or you being my woman, I just want to have you there. Yes, Armando is right, I don’t express my personal concerns like I should. I’ve been called an insensitive brute more times that you know and had more problems in relationships with women because I’m not very good at communicating my feelings to them properly. I can’t apologize all the time for that, but I’m not going to make any more promises that I won’t do it again.”

That was certainly a mouthful.

“How are you okay with this? He’s your uncle I’m marrying.”

“Uncle Sloan has raised me like a son when my mother abandoned me at only six months old to run off with some drug dealer to Venezula. She died shortly afterwards from some horrible skin disease from shots she didn’t get before going over there and Sloan made my aunt adopt me officially and he’s been like a dad to me because I don’t even know who mine is. I owe him everything because even my selfish greedy aunt didn’t want to adopt me. I knew he was looking for you and now that he has a chance to make sure that money grubbing bitch won’t get his money, I support his decision.” He walked to her slowly as he spoke.

Elena didn’t move away captivated by him and his words. Her arousal level heightened with each step he took towards her and if he had not pulled her in his arms to mold her body against his, she would have jumped there on her own volition.

“Our relationship is already complicated, Elena,” he said. “You marry him does not come between what I wish and desire for you and Uncle Sloan will understand. I’ll make sure to explain to him truthfully. But nothing will ever change how I feel about you. I knew I wanted to be with you intimately the moment I kissed those beautiful lips of yours and I know I will want you forever.”

Damn! Damn! Damn! She thought as he dipped down with those delicious thick lips of his and took sweet, sweet kisses from her, which she readily gave.

Somehow he’d backed them against a table and that was enough as he lifted her on top and voraciously made his needs known to her. Pressing his manhood between her legs, she could feel he was hard as a rock and she didn’t want to just know this, she wanted to feel him completely inside of her.

Pholsom yanked up her shirt and then yanked off her bottoms. That deadly serious look in his deep brown eyes was there and she had a feeling even if she wanted to protest, he was at a point, where he wouldn’t take no for an answer.

He kissed down her body giving her breast the TLC she had desired for a very long time and then moved further down until… lawd da help, his mouth was just as delicious kissing her lower lips as well.

Initially, she was self-conscious, but by the time he pushed open her thighs further to give himself full access to her womanhood for his mouth, she didn’t much care since he didn’t seem too. His tongue circled her clit and then he suckled her luscious honey, not letting a drop spill anywhere except in his mouth.

She gripped his broad shoulders and leaned back relishing and praising his oral consumption, making her body feel like a rocket shooting off in space. The heat in the room was overpowering and it took the last bit of her control not to scream at the top of her lungs to alert the entire floor of this licentious romp.

They peeled their clothes off completely and she loved the lights being on, so she could fully enjoy the beautiful site of this man’s body and see the beautiful curvature she remembered from their first time. He had protection this time but she had a feeling at that moment when his thickened flesh pressed inside of her, she probably wouldn’t have cared again.

Damn! Damn! Sweet Damn!

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  1. Well Sylvia these 2 chapters were well worth the wait. I can’t wait for more. Things are really heating up. 🔥

  2. I’m anxiously awaiting the next installment. Stayed up all night reading Stone’s Revenge….. Loved it. Finishing up Mr. Black today.

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