Novels by Elca

Narrator’s POVThe couples were still caught up in their wheel of passion that every other thing around them became a memory, fast fading away and the reality was just their lips working through each others. He deepened the kiss, pulling her closer, his body pressed against hers. The world blurred, reduced to the maddening sensation of his lips claiming hers. She hated herself for the way her hands tangled in his shirt, for the way she gave in, even for a moment, to the raw need in his touch.Finally, with a surge of willpower, she broke free, pushing her head back to break the kiss."This isn't right," she said, her voice trembling but resolute, but then his lips met the hallow of her neck and she gasped. He kissed, sucked and nibbled the softness of her neck. Elena began to tremble uncontrollably from raw need. She unconsciously moved her head backwards to give his lips more space to continue his righteous torture on her. Elena knew this shouldn’t be happening, but the more she t

Narrator’s POV The two sat opposite each other chatting as though they had been friends for years. Elena felt strangely comfortable with Eric that she almost forgot that this was a revenge plan. “So tell me Lena, can I call you that?” He asked with a calm smile. Elena nodded in response. “What brings you to Paris?” Elena smiled cutely. “Business, I am on a business trip with my boss.” She responded. His eyes widened in surprise. “Really, does that mean you are not staying, I was hoping to buy you dinner tonight, you can at least make it right?” “She will not be available.” Someone said behind them right before Elena could get the chance to reply him. Elena didn’t need to turn to know it was Vincent and so she didn’t turn, she only stared ahead and then back at Eric who was now looking at her questioningly as Vincent came to stand with them. “Sorry who….?” “He's my boss.” Elena replied shortly, cutting Eric’s intended question to a stop. Again he looked very surprise. “Its

Elena’s POVThe meeting with the Mandel executives had ended well. They signed in with our company, which seemed to be a huge success because even though Vincent refused to show it, he was very glad.I watched him with a little smile as he shook hands with the executives, promising them that they would not regret signing in with the company. His mood seemed to lighten throughout the way as we made our way back to where our car was packed. I was deeply tempted to taunt him about the smile on his face that he kept trying to hide, but I decided against it.He seemed to be in a good mood, and it probably was the best time to question him about how I ended up in his room last night. I wanted to know if it was a dream that he had slept beside me, or was it a reality. The thought itself somehow excited me, but believing me there is no way I am accepting that conclusion. Your mom’s surgery is going to happen today. He said out of the blues, and my eyes widened.I thought it was supposed to

Narrator’s POV Duello opened the door for him and he carried her into the suit with a deep frown on his face. He had achieved completely nothing tonight and it was pissing him off, but somehow having her in his arms helped drive his rage away. He took her to his own room and laid her on the bed while watching her sleep. She was complaining way too much, and suddenly she fell into a faint-like sleep. He knew she must have been scared, and suddenly he felt sorry for leaving the way he did. He watched her calmly with a little smile on his face at how beautiful and cute she looked while sleeping like a baby. He hated himself for how he was slowly feeling for her, but he knew he couldn’t control the feeling because he was already in too deep. Taking a deep breath, he pecked her forehead, and then left the room to meet Duello at the living room where he stood waiting for him. Sir the manager had provided another suit for her. He said immediately as soon as his boss came into view, bu

Narrator’s POV The food was soon delivered to her, and even as she ate she couldn’t help the feeling of guilt that kept crowding her mind, and soon she was brooding, but it never stopped her from enjoying her food at all. Once she was done eating, she found herself staring at his door from time to time, hoping that he would step out and smile at her like he used to, but he never did. She was about to step back into her room when his door suddenly opened, and he stepped out looking so dashingly hot. It took all her will power not to drool at him, and instead she turned away from him almost immediately and headed for her room as though she was not looking out for him some minutes ago. He barely spared her a glance before he walked over to the door and stepped out without talking to her, and that was when she paused. Was he actually ignoring her? She wondered sadly as she glanced after his retreating self, and sighed deeply. Deciding not to think about his actions, she went to wat

Narrator’s POVElena, wake up! She heard a voice call her softly followed by a little tap on her shoulder, and she slowly opened her eyes to see her boss/fake boyfriend staring down at her with an unreadable expression. Are you awake now? He asked and she blinked twice before nodding. He nodded as well and then moved away from her, only to stand up and began to walk away. She sat there confused, trying to understand what exactly was going on until her eyes went outside the window, and only then did she understand that they had arrived. The jerk couldn’t just tell me that, could he? She mused and grumpily stood up and followed his retreating back out of the plane only to see that he wasn’t at the foot of the plane waiting for her. She was getting very annoyed at his recent behavior until she saw a figure coming her way, and a middle aged man dressed in a black suit walked to her and bowed. Bienvenue à Paris madame, j'espère que votre voyage a été agréable. He said while still bowi