The vows were recited in full, and then the priest uttered the platitudes out of nowhere, completely oblivious to Amy. "You can kiss the bride now." Startled, her eyes widen, and she flies to Victor's face, berating herself for not pre-empting it as she grapples with the turn of events. Of course, they have to kiss and seem to enjoy it.Aware that their guest was smiling and watching, not realizing that something was wrong, she raised a hand to Victor's chest, fingers splayed across his pectoral muscles as if to keep him at arm's length— Or maybe to bring him closer? No time to analyze her intentions. A second later his hands came up and grabbed her face, one on each side, big and strong, so her cheeks were completely covered, she was both trapped and held, neither word has a negative connotation for Amy.He tilted her face, glanced at her, mocked, asked, and finally warned, lowering his head. His breath brushed her mouth first, warm and intoxicating, so her lips parted involuntaril
"I wonder what he thinks about it," she asked, shaking her head slightly. "He wants to kill me," Victor replied without a doubt. "Why? To pop in and be my savior?"He turned his face to hers, his eyes gleaming with obvious intent now. "Give direction to my thoughts all week."Her lips were drawn into a perfect curve, and she dared not ask - she didn't need to ask - to clarify where his thoughts were going, because her own had already gone there. She's trying to keep busy, but in her mind, the fact that they're getting married, and the whole weekend now before them, is like a form of hypnosis.If she wasn't paying attention, she would feel like she was being carried away by these thoughts, most wanting to remember every detail of that night. "Are you hungry?" The question was the last thing she expected. She shook her head, but didn't stop making eye contact, she can't. "Do you want to go swimming? Or fishing?" Swimming? Despite the warm weather, that was the least of Amy's conce
Butterflies bloomed on her. So it's not just a means to an end, he's not taking advantage of her desire for him to have a baby, but she can't shake her self-doubt anyway. Old habits are too ingrained, and she has too much to overcome. Yes, that's how Dom treats her, but at the root of it all, and the real reason Dominic is able to sabotage her so successfully, is because Victor rejected her three years ago.The way he looked at her, the way he spoke to her—she'd never forget it. What if it happened again now? What if they slept together and he reacted the same way? Panic broke out, and beads of sweat oozed from her brow. He kissed her hungrily, but her pleasure gradually faded, leaving only anxiety. Sensing the change in Amy's mood, he pulled away, frowning and scanning her face. "Are you okay, sweety?"Great. This is exactly what she needs - kindness. From Victor. With a wink, she turned her attention to the stunning view and feigned a fascination befitting someone who has never
This is a heavy question with only one answer. She needs him. But what she needs more is to put the past out of her mind. She just doesn't know what to do. Marrying Victor made sense that day, but she didn't realize she would be living and having sex with the man who broke her heart and destroyed her self-esteem.She sincerely believes she's gotten over it all, but the more the idea of sleeping with Victor becomes a reality, the more her fears surface, leading her to believe he'll reject her again. And how severe will the sting be this time? No. I won't be long.The dusky is filled with shards of light that split from the slowly setting sun like golden arrowheads on a fuchsia and peach background. The stars are just beginning to twinkle overhead, and the air smells of salt and summer. For the first time in years, she longed to capture landscapes on canvas.She closed her eyes for a moment, imagining the colors she would be mixing to distill exactly the right hue—beyond Amy's color r
"Who knows?" he said after a pause. "I've never considered marrying anyone else." Her stomach quivered. She ignores it, focusing on what he reveals with very short answers. "Why not?" He pursed his lips together in a hint of exasperation. "You're not going to give up, are you?" "Is this some big secret?" He hesitated for a moment, then shook his head. "It's not something I usually discuss, but no, it's not what I call a secret either."He finishes his beer, leans against the bar, and gazes out to sea. Viewed from the side, his face is determined and strong. "My parent's marriage was hell on earth. Their unique love-hate relationship was my purgatory from birth. I learned to walk on eggshells as a child, and I hated it. I was a very young child when I decided to live on my own I'm just a boy. I don't want to fight like them.""I don't want to know the tension of going from love and peace to hate and anger." His eyes were burning on the horizon. "They were always fighting. I mean, t
Paraiso De Montero, Amy couldn't help thinking how elegant the name was as his yacht approached a small pontoon. Even on the deck of the ship, she could see the calm atmosphere here. Tall green cliffs surrounded by dark green grass and spiky trees descend gradually to form a white sandy beach overgrown with dense trees, creating the impression of nature running amok,Through the busy, old tree trunks, she caught a glimpse of a home - so fleeting, she couldn't see much detail, so her stomach was full of curiosity and anticipation. But it's not just the scenery. There is a subtle ephemerality to the light, her fingers crave the familiar brush grip again, and her artistic mind analyzes texture, shape, and color, imagining exactly how she would capture this natural palette.As the crew steered the boat into the dock and expertly guided it to the edge of the pontoon, Amy stood on the railing with her elbows on the railing, her hair ruffled by the warm breeze, her eyes on the island. She had
Victor doesn't think of his parents very often, and he hasn't dreamed of them in years—since his mother died, his brain mixes random, ancient memories into it, so every dawn brings there, comes feeling. As he tries to wriggle his way back to the correct time zone and reality, he is completely disoriented. But that night, lying alone in Paraiso's bed, he dreamed of his mother and father, their quarrels fresh in his mind as if they had happened all over again.He dreams of the worst of the night—his mother threatening suicide, and a thirteen-year-old girl—and Victor runs out of his room to find her, with racing heart and chest pain. They were in the kitchen, mother tear-stained, father determined and ruthless. His mother held a butcher knife with which she sliced the grapes when they were ripe and fresh off the vine."I hate you so much," she sobbed, raising the knife even higher. Victor didn't realize he was making a sound, but he must have, because his mother turned to face him, her
It's one thing to promise yourself in the wee hours of the morning to respect your boundaries and make sex less of an issue, but quite another to see his new wife in a revealing blouse. Her tanned, smooth thighs cling to her body like a second skin, as she apparently wears them while swimming.She was lying on a recliner with her face tilted toward the house, her eyes closed, and her brown hair falling to her shoulders. She looks beautiful, untouchable, and downright sexy. So much for good intentions. When all his blood had pooled in a particular part of his body, he walked towards her, glad that his shorts were black and could somehow hide the evidence of her attractiveness. He moved until his shadow was on her face, and he watched and waited.Slowly, her eyes opened, locked on to his, and a frown briefly tightened her face, then she sat up, embarrassed and self-conscious, reaching for the towel and pinning it to her chest, as if she wasn't one of his business shirts, it was hers.