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Leo couldn’t believe that it had already been a month since Rachel was abducted. He looked at her sleeping form next to him and felt a surge of gratitude that she was safe and back in his life. He knew that he had to be patient with her and not push her too hard to move in with him, but it was hard not to want her by his side all the time.
He remembered the fear that had consumed him when he found out that Rachel was missing. He had felt helpless and desperate to find her. He had thought that someone was trying to extort money from him, but the CCTV footage at the bar had shown him the truth. The woman who had taken Rachel was none other than Roseline, the model who had been rejected by Rachel’s sponsor firm.
Leo still couldn’t fathom the depths of Roseline’s madness. He was thankful that Rachel was able to lead them to her location through the cell phone she had managed to keep with her. He had never been so relieved as when he saw the SWAT team burst into the room and apprehend Roseline.
He thought about the conversations he had with Rachel in the past month, how they had both come to terms with what had happened and the trauma they had experienced. They had talked about the future, and Leo had made it clear that he was committed to her and wanted to build a life together.
He looked at Rachel again, still sleeping peacefully, and knew that he would do everything in his power to keep her safe and happy. He leaned over and kissed her forehead gently before getting up to start his day.
As he made his way to the kitchen, he heard Rachel stirring behind him. He turned to see her sitting up in bed, rubbing her eyes.
“Hey,” he said softly, walking back to the bed. “How did you sleep?”
Rachel smiled and stretched, “I slept well, thank you. What time is it?”
“It’s almost 9 a. m.,” Leo said, sitting down next to her. “I was just about to make some breakfast. Are you hungry?”
Rachel nodded, “Yes, I am. What are we having?”
Leo chuckled, “Well, it’s not much, but I was thinking of making some pancakes and bacon. Is that okay?”
Rachel smiled, “That sounds perfect.”
As Leo got up to start cooking, Rachel watched him and felt a sense of contentment wash over her. She was grateful to be alive and safe, and she was also grateful for Leo’s unwavering support and love.
Leo and Rachel sit together at the dining table, facing each other. The warm, enticing aroma of the food fills the air. Leo admires Rachel’s beauty as she takes a small portion of food from the plate with her fork and puts it in her mouth, closing her eyes as she savors the taste. He can’t resist the temptation and reaches for her hand across the table.
“Come sit on my lap,” he says.
Rachel laughs, “Leo, we’re in the middle of dinner.”
“Exactly. I want to enjoy my meal while holding my beautiful woman.”
Rachel blushes and nods, getting up from her chair and straddling Leo’s lap. She takes another bite of food, moaning at how good it tastes. Leo holds her around her waist and feeds her another bite, making her giggle.
“You know what, Leo?” she says.
“What, love?”
“I’m so happy you’re home. I missed you.”
“I missed you too, Rachel,” Leo replies, brushing a strand of hair from her face. “I was thinking about you every day when I was away.”
They continue eating, stealing kisses in between bites. Rachel can feel the bulge in Leo’s pants growing beneath her and she feels herself getting turned on. She leans in to kiss him, passionately pressing her lips to his. Their tongues dance together as they wrap their arms around each other, lost in the moment.
Suddenly, Leo stands up, his bulge obvious as he picks Rachel up in his arms and carries her to the bedroom. He lays her down on the bed and climbs on top of her, kissing her neck and running his hands over her body. Rachel moans and wraps her legs around his waist, pulling him closer to her.
Leo quickly undresses them both, and they make love again. The passion between them is electric, and they move together as one, lost in each other’s bodies.
After they are finished, they lay together, catching their breath. Leo strokes Rachel’s hair, looking deep into her eyes.
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Rachel’s days were long and packed with activities, juggling between her office hours, working on her designs at the seamstress’s shop, and spending time with Leo. She was grateful for his support and care since her kidnapping, and he was always there to calm her when she felt jittery. As she sat down with William to eat at the cafeteria, the smell of one of her favorite meals made her nauseous, and she hurriedly excused herself to the restroom. After a few minutes, she returned, feeling better and ready to continue her day.
Later on, Rachel met with one of her father’s associates, Mr. Jackson, in a quiet coffee shop. They exchanged pleasantries before getting down to business. Rachel was looking for clues to help her find the person behind her kidnapping, and she hoped that Mr. Jackson could provide some useful information.
“So, Mr. Jackson, do you know anything about the person who kidnapped me?” Rachel asked, trying to keep her tone casual.
Mr. Jackson took a sip of his coffee before answering. “I’m sorry, Rachel, but I have no idea who could have done such a thing. Your father would never condone such an act, and I assure you that none of our associates would either.”
Rachel nodded, but she wasn’t convinced. She had heard enough rumors and stories about her father’s business dealings to know that not everything was above board.
“Okay, Mr. Jackson, I understand,” she said, pushing her doubts aside. “Thanks for your time.”
As Rachel left the coffee shop, she felt disappointed but not surprised. She had expected Mr. Jackson to deny any involvement, but she had hoped for a lead.
Rachel made her way to the seamstress’s shop, where she spent the next few hours working on her designs for the upcoming fashion competition. She had a good feeling about her designs and was excited to see them come to life on the runway.
As she worked, she couldn’t shake the feeling that something was off. The nausea she had felt earlier persisted, and she found it hard to concentrate. She tried to push it aside and focus on her work, but it was a struggle.
Finally, the day came to an end, and Rachel was exhausted. She said her goodbyes to the seamstress and headed home to rest. As she lay in bed, she couldn’t help but wonder if her sickness was a sign of something more serious. She made a mental note to see a doctor if the symptoms persisted.
Leo came over that night, and they spent the evening snuggled up on the couch, watching a movie. As they talked and laughed, Rachel felt a sense of peace and contentment. For a moment, she forgot about her worries and fears, and she was just happy to be with Leo.