My Man (18+) ✔️

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Vincent received an urgent call, summoning him for a mission alongside Treyvon. Inessa's heart sank as she heard the news, fearing for Vincent's safety. She pleaded with him not to go, her eyes filled with worry and fear.

"I don't want you to go, Vincent," Inessa said, her voice tinged with desperation. "It's dangerous, and I can't bear the thought of losing you."

Vincent's expression softened, and he gently cupped her face in his hands. "I know, my love," he murmured, his voice laced with regret. "But duty calls, and sometimes we have no choice. I promise I'll be careful."

Inessa's eyes filled with tears as she leaned into his touch. "If you get hurt, don't expect me to help you," she declared, her voice trembling with a mixture of anger and fear.

Hours passed, feeling like an eternity for Inessa as she anxiously waited for Vincent's return. Finally, the front door swung open, and Vincent stumbled inside, clearly injured. Inessa's gaze turned icy as she maintained her distance, deliberately ignoring him.

Vincent winced, his wounds throbbing as he tried to catch Inessa's attention. He longed for her forgiveness and understanding, but he understood the depth of her anger. He had put himself in harm's way, disregarding her plea to stay safe.

Desperate to bridge the growing chasm between them, Vincent approached Inessa cautiously. "Please, Inessa, let me explain," he implored, his voice filled with regret. "I know I've hurt you, and I'm sorry. But I had no choice."

Inessa remained silent, her gaze fixed on the floor as her anger simmered. Eventually, her emotions got the better of her, and she relented, albeit begrudgingly. "Fine," she muttered, her voice cold. "But don't expect me to make it easy for you."

Vincent nodded, his eyes filled with remorse. He followed Inessa to their bedroom, where she retrieved the necessary supplies to clean his wounds. With every touch, Inessa's anger found an outlet as she cleaned his wounds with a mix of gentleness and pent-up frustration.

Vincent winced and whimpered at the pain, but he remained silent, understanding that it was a small price to pay for the hurt he had caused. Inessa continued her task, her anger slowly ebbing away, replaced by a mix of concern and love.

After tending to his wounds, Inessa turned to leave the room, her heart heavy with lingering anger. Vincent reached out and gently grasped her hand, his voice filled with genuine remorse. "I'm truly sorry, Inessa," he said, his eyes searching hers. "I never meant to cause you pain. Please, let's talk, let's work through this together."

Inessa hesitated, her eyes flickering with conflicting emotions. She finally nodded, her anger melting away as she realized how much she still loved him. "Okay," she relented, her voice softening. "But we have a lot to discuss, Vincent. And I need you to understand how much you scared me."

Vincent nodded, relief washing over him as he pulled her into a tight embrace. They knew they had a long road ahead, but their love and commitment to each other would guide them through the darkness. As they settled into bed together, their arms wrapped around each other, they knew that healing and forgiveness were possible, even in the face of anger and pain.

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Inessa washed her hands, trying to shake off the uneasy feeling that had crept over her. She couldn't shake the sensation of being watched, but when she looked behind her, there was no one there. Confused, she turned back to the sink, dismissing the feeling as mere imagination.

But then she heard her name being called out, a voice that was unfamiliar and sent a shiver down her spine. Her heart raced as her phone buzzed, indicating a new text message. With trembling hands, she unlocked her phone and read the message: "I can see you."

Fear gripped Inessa's heart as she heard a faint laugh echoing in the room. Panic set in, and she felt a chill run down her spine. What was happening? Who was watching her?

Just as the fear threatened to consume her, Vincent entered the room, his damp hair indicating that he had just finished showering. He noticed Inessa's troubled expression and confusion washed over his face.

"Inessa, what's wrong?" Vincent asked, his voice filled with concern. "You seem frightened. Is everything okay?"

Inessa's mind raced as she debated whether to share her fear with Vincent. But she quickly decided that there was no need to burden him with her irrational worries. She forced a smile and replied, "It's nothing, just my imagination playing tricks on me. Don't worry, it's not important."

Vincent furrowed his brow, clearly unconvinced, but he respected Inessa's wish not to discuss it further. He stepped closer, wrapping his arms around her, offering a comforting embrace.

"Just remember, Inessa, I'm here for you," Vincent whispered, his voice filled with love and protectiveness. "Whatever it is, we'll face it together."

Inessa nodded, finding solace in Vincent's words. She took a deep breath, pushing the unsettling thoughts to the back of her mind for now. With Vincent by her side, she felt a renewed sense of strength and security.

As they left the bathroom together, Inessa couldn't help but cast a wary glance over her shoulder, searching for any signs of the unknown presence. But for the moment, there was nothing but the reassuring presence of Vincent beside her.

Little did they know that their lives were about to take an unexpected turn, and the mysterious watcher would reveal themselves in due time. But for now, Inessa and Vincent clung to each other, determined to protect their love and face whatever challenges lay ahead.

-

Inessa's heart pounded in her chest as she read the chilling text message about Matteo. Fear consumed her, and she dashed to Matteo's nursery, finding him peacefully asleep. Relief washed over her as she realized he was unharmed, but the open window sent shivers down her spine.

Without wasting a moment, Inessa raced downstairs to find Vincent. Panic filled her voice as she recounted the events, sharing the mysterious message and the unsettling noises she had heard earlier. Vincent's expression hardened, his protective instincts kicking into high gear.

He immediately called for the security team to surround the house, ensuring their safety. Inessa clung to Vincent, finding solace in his strength as he reassured her that they would get to the bottom of this.

Vincent took Inessa's phone and handed it to his trusted team, who began their investigation to trace the source of the messages. They utilized all their resources to track the IP address, hoping it would lead them to the sender's identity and location.

Hours passed, tension thick in the air as they waited for any updates. Inessa found herself glancing at the closed curtains, dreading the possibility of someone lurking outside. Vincent remained by her side, offering comfort and support, his eyes focused on the security monitors.

Finally, Vincent's team made progress. They managed to trace the IP address to a location, but the identity of the sender remained elusive. The investigation continued, with Vincent determined to protect his family from any potential threat.

Inessa clung to Vincent's strength and reassurance, feeling a renewed sense of safety as security measures were heightened. She knew they were doing everything possible to keep their home and loved ones secure.

As they waited for further updates, Inessa and Vincent held each other tightly, finding solace in their bond. They vowed to remain vigilant and face whatever challenges came their way, determined to keep their family safe from harm.

Little did they know that this unsettling incident was just the beginning of a dangerous journey that would test their strength, love, and resilience. But together, with unwavering trust and the support of their loyal team, Inessa and Vincent would face the unknown, ready to protect what mattered most: their family.