Chapter 134 Chapter 134

Chapter 134 Chapter 134
Aliyah’s POV 

“Asher, wait—” I started, but he was already lowering me onto the bed, his hands gentle yet insistent as he peeled off my clothes. My blouse, trousers, everything disappeared until I was bare before him. He stripped quickly too, his muscular body hovering over mine, eyes dark with desire.

He didn’t rush straight to the main event. Instead, he kissed his way down my body, worshipping every inch. When he reached between my thighs, he spread my legs slowly, his breath hot against my most sensitive skin. 

“Let me taste you,” he whispered. I gasped as his tongue made contact, licking slowly at first, then with more purpose. He ate my pussy for what felt like endless minutes, his mouth working me with expert precision. He focused on my sensitive clit, sucking and flicking it with his tongue until my hips bucked involuntarily. Pleasure built rapidly, sharp and overwhelming. I tried pushing his head away when it became too intense, my fingers tangling in his hair.

“Asher… ah… it’s too much,” I moaned, attempting to close my legs, but he held them open firmly, his strong hands on my thighs. He didn’t stop. He devoured me, his tongue circling my clit relentlessly. The sensations crashed over me like waves. My body tensed, and before I could fight it, I came hard in his mouth, my cries echoing in the room as pleasure ripped through me. He lapped up every drop, humming in satisfaction against my slick folds.

I was still trembling, trying to catch my breath, when he moved back up my body. His cock was rock hard, pressing against my entrance. He pushed inside me in one smooth thrust, filling me completely. I cried out, my walls clenching around him. He fucked my pussy so hard, the bed creaking beneath us with every powerful stroke. His hips slammed against mine, deep and relentless. 

For a while, I didn’t think I could take it anymore, the intensity, the way he stretched me, the overwhelming pleasure mixed with the slight ache from how rough he was being.

“Asher… slow down… I can’t—” I gasped, my nails digging into his shoulders. He groaned, his face buried in my neck, but he didn’t slow. “Please, Aliyah,” he pleaded, his voice strained and desperate. “I’m too horny. I need you. I’ve needed you like this for so long. Just let me have you… please.”

His words, combined with the raw need in his tone, broke something in me. I wrapped my legs around his waist, pulling him deeper. We had sex. It was so hard, passionate, and all-consuming. He thrust into me again and again, changing angles until he hit that spot that made stars explode behind my eyes. My second orgasm built quickly, crashing over me even stronger than the first. Asher followed soon after, groaning my name as he spilled inside me, his body shuddering with release.

We collapsed together, sweaty and breathing heavily. He pulled me into his arms, kissing my forehead tenderly despite the roughness of moments before. For the first time in days, I felt a strange sense of closeness, even if my doubts still lingered in the back of my mind. The pregnancy, the wedding, Tatiana’s threats, everything was still there. But tonight, in the master bedroom, it was just us.

As I drifted toward sleep, wrapped in his warmth, I wondered how long this peace would last. Because deep down, I knew one explosive night wasn’t enough to erase all the pain. But for now… I let myself enjoy it.



The weeks following the proposal passed in a whirlwind of emotions and preparations. Wedding planning with Tracy took up most of our evenings — discussions about venues, floral arrangements, guest lists, and the perfect dress that would make me feel like a queen while still being practical for a mother of one (soon to be two). Asher was attentive, always checking in, making sure I rested enough because of the pregnancy. 

The morning sickness had eased a little, but the constant fatigue reminded me daily of the secret life growing inside me. Elara was over the moon about becoming a big sister and having a “real wedding” for Mommy and Daddy. Yet amid all this, I refused to let my dreams for the bar slip away. Today was the day. The grand opening of my bar, which I had decided to name “Luna’s Haven.” It felt fitting, a quiet nod to the moon goddess that seemed to watch over our complicated lives, and a safe space where people could unwind after a long day. 

The building I had purchased and renovated looked nothing like the dusty shell I first inspected. Mrs. Jose had worked miracles coordinating the contractors. The large glass windows now gleamed, reflecting the afternoon sun. Inside, sleek wooden counters shone under warm pendant lights, comfortable leather booths lined the walls, and a small raised stage sat ready for live performances. Soft ambient lighting created an intimate yet vibrant atmosphere — elegant enough for professionals unwinding after work, cozy enough for friends celebrating milestones.

The launch party was set for the evening. I had poured my heart into every detail. Signature cocktails were crafted with care: “Moonlit Kiss” 

It was a refreshing blend of gin, elderflower, and sparkling wine with a hint of lavender; “Elara’s Dream”, a non-alcoholic mocktail for families or those avoiding liquor, fruity and sparkling with edible glitter. Finger foods included mini sliders, gourmet cheese platters, stuffed mushrooms, and delicate shrimp cocktails. A small dessert station offered chocolate-dipped strawberries and tiny cupcakes decorated with silver moon motifs.

As the sun began to set, the venue buzzed with final preparations. Staff in crisp black uniforms moved efficiently, arranging fresh floral centerpieces — white roses and soft blue hydrangeas that matched the bar’s color scheme. A DJ tested the sound system, playing upbeat yet sophisticated tracks that wouldn’t overwhelm conversation. 

Outside, a stylish banner with “Luna’s Haven Grand Opening” hung proudly, flanked by elegant balloon arrangements in silver and deep navy. Valet parking had been arranged, and a red carpet runner led guests to the entrance for that touch of glamour. Asher arrived early with Elara, who looked adorable in a sparkly silver dress, her arm sling now replaced with a lighter support. He wore a tailored dark shirt that hugged his muscular frame, looking every bit the supportive partner. 

“You did this, Aliyah,” he said softly, pulling me close for a quick kiss while Elara explored the dessert station under Diana’s watchful eye. “I’m so proud of you. This place is incredible.”

I smiled, though nerves fluttered in my stomach. “It’s more than I imagined. But the wedding planning on top of this… it’s a lot.” We were still finalizing details for the ceremony, which was scheduled in two months.