My Man (18+) ✔️

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The next morning, as the sun began to peek through the curtains, Vincent and Inessa found themselves wrapped in each other's arms, still basking in the glow of their shared love. They were gently stirred from their slumber by a knock on the hotel room door, a sound that interrupted their peaceful morning.

Vincent reluctantly disentangled himself from Inessa's embrace and made his way to the door. Opening it, he was greeted by one of his work associates, who informed him that an important meeting had been scheduled for the morning, just an hour from now. Vincent's brows furrowed in concern as he realized the impact this would have on their plans.

Feeling a sense of duty, Vincent turned back to the bedroom, where Inessa was now awake and looking at him curiously. He approached her, his voice laced with disappointment. "Inessa, love, I'm afraid there's a meeting I have to attend in an hour. It wasn't expected, and I'm sorry it interrupts our time together."

Inessa's eyes softened, understanding the weight of Vincent's responsibilities. She reached out to caress his cheek, her touch filled with affection. "Vincent, it's okay. I understand. Duty calls sometimes, and I wouldn't want you to neglect your work."

Vincent smiled gratefully, appreciating Inessa's understanding nature. He quickly got ready, leaving Inessa to prepare herself for the day ahead. As he made his way to the meeting, his mind was filled with thoughts of Inessa, the warmth of their connection still lingering in his heart.

Hours later, Vincent returned to the hotel, tired but eager to see Inessa again. He sent her a text message, asking where she was and if she was still out shopping. Inessa replied, teasingly saying she was in some store, and when Vincent pressed for the name, she simply sent him the location.

Vincent's heart skipped a beat as he hurriedly made his way to the store Inessa had indicated. He found her standing near the entrance, surrounded by numerous shopping bags. Relief washed over him as he saw her radiant smile and felt her presence once more.

"I don't like it when you go out without me," Vincent said, his voice filled with genuine concern as he approached Inessa.

Inessa's laughter tinkled through the air, her eyes sparkling mischievously. "Oh, Vincent, are you being overprotective again?" she teased, playfully poking his chest.

Vincent couldn't help but chuckle, his worry dissipating. "Perhaps I am, but I can't help it. You mean the world to me, and I want to be by your side, experiencing every moment together."

Inessa's expression softened, and she leaned in to give him a quick kiss. "I'm sorry, Vincent. I didn't mean to worry you. But hey, look at all these amazing things I found! Let's shop together and make it a fun day."

Vincent smiled, his eyes gleaming with amusement. He took all the bags from Inessa, playfully pretending to struggle under their weight. "Alright, my dear shopaholic, let's have some fun. Lead the way."

They spent the day exploring the city's shops, trying on clothes, and sharing joyful laughter. Inessa's infectious enthusiasm for fashion was contagious, and Vincent found himself enjoying the experience more than he had anticipated. They playfully teased each other, seeking out the most outrageous outfits and making memories that would forever be etched in their hearts.

As the day drew to a close, they returned to their luxurious hotel, their arms laden with shopping bags. The suite, now scattered with their purchases, became a testament to their shared adventure.

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As they settled into their comfortable bed, surrounded by their shopping spoils, Inessa found herself tossing and turning, unable to find peace. Her mind swirled with a mix of emotions, leaving her feeling hungry, nauseous, sad, angry, and everything in between. It was a tumultuous storm that seemed to grip her heart.

Vincent, roused from his sleep by Inessa's restlessness, blinked his eyes open and peered at her concerned face. "What's wrong, love?" he asked gently, his voice filled with tenderness.

Inessa shrugged, her brows furrowed. Words failed her as she tried to articulate the jumble of emotions overwhelming her. She couldn't quite pinpoint the source of her unease, leaving her feeling even more frustrated.

Sensing her distress, Vincent scooted closer, his arms enveloping her in a warm embrace. He placed her gently on his lap, their bodies molding together, and peppered her face with countless mini kisses, each one filled with love and reassurance.

Inessa's tension began to melt away, replaced by a giggle that bubbled up from within her. It started as a small burst of laughter, but soon she found herself unable to stop, the sound of her own laughter echoing through the room. Vincent couldn't help but be amused by her infectious joy, his own laughter mingling with hers.

Amid their laughter-filled moment, Inessa's phone beeped, indicating a message had arrived. She reached for it, but Vincent was quicker, his curiosity piqued. He read the message and a mischievous grin spread across his face.

"Well, well, it seems a package has arrived at our home," Vincent announced, his eyes twinkling with amusement.

Inessa's face flushed with a mix of nervousness and shyness. She attempted to explain, but the words stumbled over one another, failing to convey her intentions. Vincent chuckled at her adorable attempt, finding her endearing in her momentary loss for words.

Inessa swiftly snatched her phone back, a bashful smile on her face. "I... I love you," she murmured, her voice laced with affection.

Vincent's smile widened, his heart swelling with love. He leaned in, capturing her lips in a tender kiss, which quickly escalated into a heated make-out session. Their bodies pressed together, leaving a trail of passionate marks—hickeys—on each other's skin, a visual reminder of their intense love and desire.

In that moment, they lost themselves in each other, their bodies and souls entangled, consumed by the intoxicating bond they shared. The outside world faded away as they reveled in the ecstasy of their connection, surrendering to the depths of their love.

As the night deepened and their passion subsided, they lay entwined in each other's arms, their breathing gradually slowing. Inessa traced circles on Vincent's chest, feeling the steady rhythm of his heart beneath her fingertips. She felt safe, cherished, and loved beyond measure.

Inessa whispered, her voice barely audible in the stillness of the room, "Thank you for always being there, Vincent."

He responded with a gentle kiss on her forehead, his love for her radiating from every pore. "Always, my love. Always."