Stone Tower Serenade: Love Etched in Stone

Chapter 19: Megan and Ejay

Unlike the previous blackouts, this time I felt a sense of comfort as I slowly roused from my slumber. Opening my eyes, I saw him there, his gaze fixed on me as he held my hand tightly. "Are you okay?" he asked, concern etched on his face. I nodded in confirmation and asked for the time.

"It's past dinner time already. Are you hungry?" he inquired. My stomach growled softly, reminding me that we hadn't successfully had lunch. "Is Brylle downstairs?" His furrowed brows betrayed his worry. "I can call for him and schedule a flight right away," he offered blankly.

"No, you don't need to do that, Kev," I reassured him, reaching for my head to calm myself. "I'm just probably used to seeing either him or Dad when I wake up from my blackouts. This is the first time it's been you. But I have a feeling that isn't true," I continued, relief slowly spreading across his face.

"Have you eaten already?" I asked, curious about how long he had been by my side. He shook his head in response, indicating that he hadn't eaten either. The realization struck me – had he been here the entire time while I was passed out?

"Let's grab some dinner. I'm famished from not successfully having our lunch," I suggested, concerned that he had neglected his own needs while tending to me.

As we entered the dining area, my father was already waiting, and the housekeeper was hurriedly setting the table. We exchanged pleasantries and inquiries about my well-being as we began to eat.

"By the way, son," my father interjected directing to Kevin, "I already called your parents and let them know you'll be staying for the night. It's better that you're here. I believe you already know the way."

His unexpected hospitality took me by surprise. "Yes, Uncle Al, thank you," Kevin responded gratefully, touched by his thoughtfulness.

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"I told you it would be difficult to get through to him now," Megan exclaimed, taking a sip of her tequila.

"That's not true!" Ejay's anger boiled over, causing him to break his glass. "You need to find a way to break him away from Avery!"

"Chill, I have a plan," Megan responded calmly. "Sleeping with him will no longer be an option. You know what happened before. If we manage to sneak a photo of him with me, he's always on guard after that. My pregnancy can still be used as a trump card though." She smirked, her mind already concocting a mischievous plan.

A cruel smile played on Ejay's lips as Megan, his pawn in this twisted game, crumpled under his touch. "There you go, my broken doll," he murmured, his voice a honeyed trap. "I know I can always rely on you."

He trailed kisses down her exposed neck, each one a searing brand. Not of tenderness, but of cold calculation. Each moan she let out was a twisted symphony, fuel for his burning ambition. He dipped his tongue to a fresh line of salt, a deliberate sting that sent a tremor through her.

A slow, predatory smile stretched across Ejay's face as Megan, now firmly under his control, leaned in for a kiss. "Is this what you crave, my broken angel?" he murmured, his voice a silken snare. "This raw connection, the sweet sting of obedience?"

He cupped her face, the touch possessive rather than tender. His kiss, when it came, was a tempestuous collision, a demand for submission disguised as passion. Megan, drowning in the storm of emotions he'd orchestrated, responded with a desperate fervor. Every gasp, every whimper, fueled his dark purpose.

"They think they have something special, don't they?" Ejay whispered, pulling away slightly but keeping her captive in his gaze. "Their precious love story. But love is a fragile thing, easily shattered. And we," he continued, his voice dropping to a seductive rumble, "we are the storm that will break it."

Megan, her eyes glazed over with a potent mix of desire and obedience, nodded mutely. Ejay relished her submission, a cruel satisfaction blooming in his chest. He had molded her into the perfect weapon, a woman teetering on the edge of sanity, fueled by a past he'd carefully twisted. And through her pain, his revenge would be a masterpiece, a symphony of destruction played on the strings of a broken heart.

"Now undress, Megan" Ejay commanded in seduction, Megan compelled in submission and did it quick. "Now lay flat, and open it wide." She followed.

He smothered her woman being with gentle caress. As Megan softly moans, he play the cut of her clit with the slick, glistening fluid that coats the surface of the tongue, smooching her every being roughly and so intensely. As he continue, Megan moan so hurriedly and start humping her waist for excitement. Ejay stick his middle finger in as he continue to coat the core of her womanhood gliding the slick of his tongue. As she pounded more, he speed up the process of taking them in and out up to the core of her satisfaction. Megan sighed in relief as her juice of passion come out.

"You really like it rough, huh, Megan." Ejay gasping in air full of contentment. "Let's make sure we give them a very rough life, Megan. Make your plan work, and Avery will be totally mine." Ejay give a mischievous smirk.

"Now, drop. It's your turn." Still dominant in his command. Megan complied as she start licking the top head of his manhood.

As she savor the taste of the precum, Ejay can't helped but felt the electrifying, yet satisfying thrill climbing up to his tingling spine. Megan began to Indulge in the sweet temptation of his sensual locus, savoring each lick with delight. Enjoying the process, he grab her hair leading her to delve in deeper. As he felt a rush of veins, he stopped her and commanded to drop. "Drop and face downwards, Megan. And lift your buttocks." As she followed, anticipating for him to come in, Ejay obliged and thrust his manhood inside. Savoring the warm sensation as he thrust forward and backward, he move faster and faster until another rush of vein heightened his senses. His bursting emotion released as he let all of his warm jissom juice swam inside of her.

"You didn't forget to take your pill, right? If you do, take them now." Ejay ended their passionate exchange.

Megan, still regaining her strength from exhaustion, disclosed, "I plan to stir up some drama tomorrow at the Wilson's."

Ejay swirled the ruby-red wine in his glass, the clinking of ice cubes a chilling counterpoint to the crackling fire in the hearth. Megan, draped in a silken robe that did little to hide the haunted look in her eyes, sat stiffly across from him.

"They seem happy, don't they?" Ejay finally drawled, his voice laced with a bitter amusement if what he saw awhile ago.

Megan scoffed, a harsh sound that scraped against the silence of the room. "Happy? They're oblivious. Blind to the cracks beneath their picture-perfect facade."

"But isn't that what makes it all the more delicious, Megan?" Ejay leaned forward, his eyes gleaming with a malevolent light.

"To watch their precious love story crumble under the weight of lies?"

Megan remained silent, but a flicker of something akin to agreement crossed her features. Ejay, ever the strategist, pressed on.

"We both know Kevin was never truly yours, Megan. He was a stolen moment, a fleeting fancy. But Avery," he said, drawing out the name with a sneer, "she has everything you crave. His unwavering devotion, his unconditional love..."

A low growl escaped Megan's throat, a primal sound laced with envy and resentment. Ejay smiled, a cruel twist of his lips.

The two villains locked eyes, a silent pact forged in the flickering firelight. Together, they would be the architects of Kevin and Avery's downfall, their twisted jealousy the fuel that would consume their once bright future.