As Sabrina sat in the breakfast room, surrounded by the familiar faces of the manor’s occupants, a mischievous thought crossed her mind. She imagined a scenario where she boldly exposed Kenneth’s affair in front of everyone, unveiling his deception for everyone to see. The idea brought a devious smile to her lips as she played out the scene in her imagination.
In her mind’s eye, Sabrina stood up, her voice resonating with unwavering confidence as she addressed the room. The words flowed effortlessly from her lips, each syllable carrying the weight of her pain and betrayal. Gasps filled the air as the truth hung in the room, suspended in a moment of sheer disbelief.
She pictured the shock on Kenneth’s face, the realization of his secret life crumbling before him. His groan of frustration in her imagination only added to her satisfaction. The power she held in that fleeting moment, even if it was only a figment of her imagination, brought a sense of catharsis she desperately craved.
“Sabrina! What’s wrong with you? My mother has been asking about the soup,” Kenneth told her.
“Oh, hold on,” Sabrina replied as she served Lorraine with a new bowl of her favorite soup.
At that moment, Sabrina returned to reality. Then, she sighed inwardly and acknowledged that the satisfaction she derived from her imagination was fleeting. The truth remained hidden, and confined to the depths of her heart. As she glanced at Kenneth beside her, she wanted to stomp on his feet so badly!
After breakfast, Lorraine informed Sabrina that she had to prepare a sumptuous meal for dinner because they would have some guests. She wanted to tell Lorraine that she was not a maid but then she stopped herself from acting on her emotions. So, she just nodded her head in agreement.
Then, when it was about lunchtime, she learned that every family member went to dine out. Once again, she was excluded. When it happened first, she was heartbroken and devastated but then, they did it frequently so she was used to it.
Since she was alone, she decided to just have a sandwich for her lunch. She was supposed to just stay inside her room, but then she got bored, so in the end, she returned to the kitchen, and prepared the ingredients for dinner.
Finally, as the appointed time approached, Sabrina wiped the perspiration from her brow and took a moment to compose herself. She donned a clean apron, her face adorned with a slight dusting of flour, a testament to her dedication in the kitchen. The kitchen was filled with the sound of the clattering pots and pans. Then, when she started cooking, the aroma of spices assaulted her nose. She poured her focus and energy into every dish because she wanted to impress the guests.
Later on, as she made her way toward the entrance hall to greet the guests, Sabrina caught a glimpse of a distinguished family entering the mansion. Her eyes widened in surprise as recognition struck her. It was Isabelle’s family!
Sabrina’s heart sank, her mind racing to make sense of this unexpected turn of events. Thoughts of Isabelle’s conniving nature flooded her mind, leaving her wary of the implications of their presence. Could this be another one of Isabelle’s manipulative schemes?
Suppressing her unease, Sabrina forced a smile and approached the guests with a composed demeanor. She greeted them politely, exchanging pleasantries and introducing herself as the one in charge of the evening’s culinary delights.
As the evening progressed, Sabrina found herself navigating the delicate balance of playing the gracious hostess while concealing her inner turmoil. She observed Isabelle’s family closely, studying their interactions and searching for any signs of ulterior motives.
In the midst of the lively dinner conversation and the clinking of cutlery, Sabrina’s thoughts were consumed by questions. What was Isabelle’s family doing here? Were they aware of the tangled web of deceit that had unfolded within these walls?
She held her head high and resolved to face the situation with strength and resilience. As the night wore on, she remained composed, fulfilling her duties as a hostess, and keeping a watchful eye on Isabelle’s family.
As the evening wore on, the alcohol took its toll, and Sabrina found herself in a tipsy state. She longed to drown her sorrows in intoxication, but even after consuming more than five bottles of beer, her mind remained surprisingly clear. Nevertheless, she decided to play the part, feigning drunkenness to provoke a reaction from Kenneth who pretended to be the best husband in the world earlier. She had no idea if Kenneth only did it to make Isabelle jealous. Were they having a lover’s quarrel because of Isabelle’s plan to have a child with Daniel?
“You’re drunk!” Kenneth remarked, his tone laced with concern as he observed Sabrina’s unsteady demeanor.
Oh, how Sabrina wished she were truly inebriated, for then she could blame her actions on the alcohol.
“You! Take me to my room now!” she slurred, her voice heavy with exaggerated drunkenness.
Kenneth’s scolding words cut through her faux drunkenness, reminding her of the potential consequences of her actions. Pretending to lose her balance, Sabrina swayed, intentionally making herself appear more vulnerable.
She hoped that Kenneth would carry her into her room, fulfilling her secret wish for his tender care. However, disappointment washed over her when he merely steadied her with a firm grip on her arm, guiding her to her bedroom.
In her bed, with the lights turned off, Sabrina lay in silence, feeling Kenneth’s disapproving gaze upon her. She couldn’t help but feel a pang of shame, realizing that her behavior when intoxicated was far from acceptable in his world. A sense of longing mixed with resentment stirred within her, making her question her own desires and the price she was willing to pay for them.
As the minutes ticked by, sleep remained elusive to Sabrina. The disappointment of not getting what she wanted fueled her restlessness. With a sigh of frustration, she rose from her bed, determined to confront Kenneth. Her steps echoed softly as she tiptoed down the hallway, her mind oscillating between knocking on his door and retreating to her own room.
Standing outside his bedroom, Sabrina closed her eyes, summoning the courage to announce her presence. Three firm knocks later, the door swung open, revealing Kenneth’s intense gaze. A shiver ran down Sabrina’s spine as their eyes locked, a silent understanding passing between them.
Sabrina wished Kenneth would make a move, sparing her the embarrassment of standing outside his room. Just as she was about to greet him with a simple hello, he pulled her inside, his intentions clear.
At that moment, words became superfluous, their desires transcending language. Whether it was lust or love, Sabrina no longer cared to analyze. She surrendered herself to the raw intensity of their connection, longing to be consumed by the flames that danced between them.
“What do you want, Sabrina?” he asked, his voice filled with a mix of concern and desire.
But Sabrina, lost in the tumultuous sea of her own desires, struggled to form a coherent response. She was confused, driven by an overwhelming urge for his touch, for his embrace, and perhaps even more.
Without thinking, she threw herself into Kenneth’s waiting arms, the boundaries between reality and fantasy blurring in the heat of the moment. And before she knew it, they were both stripped bare, their bodies entwined in a passionate embrace. Kenneth carried her towards his colossal bed, allowing a brief moment for his sexual desire to temper. Then, he claimed her lips in a passionate kiss.
Their connection intensified as his hands explored the contours of her body. With gentle caresses, he worshipped her breasts, treating them like cherished playthings, eliciting soft whimpers of pleasure that echoed in his mouth. Each moan spurred him on, bolstering his confidence and fueling his desire to be the best lover she had ever known.
With tantalizing kisses, he trailed a scorching path from her breasts down to her flat belly, his hands accompanying his journey. Sabrina’s moans grew louder as his fingers expertly danced around her most sensitive areas. But just as his hands ventured towards her ultimate pleasure, she involuntarily closed her legs, blocking his path.
Kenneth groaned in frustration, unwilling to be denied. Gently, he coerced her to open herself to him by lavishing attention on her breasts, drawing out her pleasure. She arched her back, her grip on his hair tightening as she surrendered to the sensations that pulsed through her. In the process, her legs gradually parted, granting him access to her deepest desires.
“Shit!” Sabrina cursed, overcome by a mixture of pleasure and desire as his fingers found their way to her, skillfully stroking her clitoris. Her lower lip quivered as she bit down on it, panting for breath, her mind consumed by the pleasure that coursed through her body.
Kenneth, captivated by the sight of her biting her lower lip, found himself drawn to the most erotic image he had ever beheld. At that moment, he yearned for her lips to encircle his own hardness. With his fingers continuing their work, he couldn’t resist the urge to explore further.
Slowly, he traced a scorching path of hot, wet kisses from her breasts, down to her flat belly, until he reached the intoxicating depths between her legs. A gasp of surprise escaped Sabrina’s lips as she felt his tongue caress her, teasing and tasting her essence. Overwhelmed by the pleasure that surged through her, she tried to grasp his thick hair, seeking support amidst the ecstasy.
Though it was embarrassing to watch him between her legs, Sabrina couldn’t bear for him to stop. The sensation of his tongue against her most intimate parts was too intoxicating to resist.
Her legs widened, granting him even greater access to her wetness. He continued to feast upon her with fervor, intermittently inserting a finger to heighten her pleasure. Her moans filled the room, her voice a symphony of desire, as she surrendered herself to the intoxicating dance of their passions.
“I must have you now, Sabrina,” Kenneth declared, his voice laced with a raw hunger that mirrored her own. With a final withdrawal of his tongue and fingers, he adjusted his position, positioning himself for their ultimate union.