Nala. "And here I thought I will never get to see you again." the man said still standing in the doorway. "Jordan, she said."i said looking up at him meeting his gaze. "Yes, Jordan Craig." he said licking his lips. "you are the last person I expected to see here today." i said honestly wondering what was his deal. "what's your deal anyway, or are you stalking me Mr Jordan Craig?" i teased with a big smile on my face. Something about him gave me fire and lut me up, unlike Salvatore I wasn’t scared of being around at him. He brought out a childish flirtatious side of me I didn't even know existed. " And what if I am?" he asked now standing up straight his hands in his pockets as he walked towards me. "stalking you I mean.""Well in that case you should know am a married woman, and my husband wouldn't like that at all." i said showing him the huge diamond ring on my finger, and there was a huge grin on his face, "But you already know that, don't you?" i added remembering what Caro

Nala. “Can I check you now?”Already, my son calmed and i nodded. He approached slowly, steps measured and careful, and he gently sat his bag on the ground before dropping to his knees.“I’m Dr. Perrin Liakos.”“Salvatore’s brother,” i murmured.He nodded. “His brother and also the highest ranking pack doctor.” He flicked open his bag and pulled out a stethoscope. “Mind if I take a listen?”I shook my head. Why deny him? I wanted my son to be healthy and i needed to accept that for now, i had no control over my situation. I carefully reached for the bottom hem of my shirt to bare my belly to have a snarl freeze me in place. That was followed by one from the doctor and he quickly rose and spun toward the source of the sound. Salvatore. Who else?“You will not expose me to everyone,” he snarled at Perrin before turning to me.“You will not expose yourself.” Perrin’s voice was calm but firm. “And you will not speak like that to my patient. If you want the mother and child to live, you w

Nala. This was a place i savored but didn’t want to return to. There was no joy or answers to be found there.Swallowing hard and clearing my throat, i shuffled away and grasped the roughhewn stone cliff face. I reached for my ankle, raising my leg at the same time, and realized it so wasn’t happening. I tried again, straightening and then bending downward in an attempt to grab my ankle, and yet again was unsuccessful. A little chuckle came from my left and i shot him a glare before trying the third time.“Nala, there is a reason I placed the shoes on your feet.” He strolled forward and lowered himself, reaching for my ankle and carefully cradling my foot. “Because it means that I can remove them from you.”And wasn’t that more than a little suggestive?“You don’t want to take anything off me. You hate me,”I blurted out the words before i could think better of them. It was the truth whether i wanted to say the words aloud or not.Salvatore didn’t say anything, merely continued unbuck

Nala. I was sure how he had managed it, but a week later I stepped out of the bathroom after a long hot shower and soak to find a gorgeous evening gown laid out on the bed. It was a deep teal, the sumptuous fabric like silk to the touch and it was so light, it almost felt like air. The cut was beautiful, clinging yet not, flowing. I wouldn’t look like i was wearing a circus tent, but I also wouldn’t look like a stuffed sausage.“It will look beautiful on you.” The deep masculine voice sent a shiver of need down my spine.I held the massive bath sheet in place and turned toward Salvatore. He leanednL negligently against the doorway, arms crossed over his chest and ankles crossed as well. His hair was windblown and unruly, his pristine white shirt was wrinkled, the top few buttons undone and the arms were rolled up and pushed to his elbows which exposed his deeply tanned and strong forearms. His slacks were equally disheveled, the harsh straight creases now flattened while other wrinkl

Nala. I smiled brightly at Paul as he helped me get into the car, the man almost tripped over just making sure I was okay and got into the car fine. He would do anything for me and give me anything, I could tell. Too bad he couldn't give me the one thing I really wanted, Salvatore. But no one could really get Salvatore, except Nova ofcourse. She seemed to hold some kind of spell on him and his shoe world revolved around her and whatever she wanted. The moment we stepped into the restaurant, Salvatore's phone started ringing and I got a peek and it was no surprise who was calling. Nova knew we were out on a date but she still was calling him just to spite me, and I hated her for that. For always going out of her way to make me feel useless when it came to Salvatore. The waiters came over to our table, but Salvatore was still on his phone. "Can I have a glass of Luke warm water while we wait for him to finish his call." i said almost sarcastically. "We will order once he is don