Sapphire's POV"Is there something else you need, tigress?" Eric asked, moving an inch closer to where I stood facing him.Tigress. The name felt honeyed in his tongue, in his deep and gruff voice. Although I never admitted it to him and probably never would, I loved it when he called me that. I'd always had. It made me feel special, made my belly tingle with heat and had me all fluffy inside. The worst or best thing it ever did to me was make my hormones rage and make me involuntarily wet my panties a little.Eric was always so charming, so hot, so goddamn irresistible. Everything about him exuded sensuality and sex, his looks and physique screamed "Worship me". From the start, I had been drawn to him because of his tremendous sex appeal and for the longest time, I had been in denial. And now, it wasn't just his sexiness that pulled me closer to him and made me want to be with him. It was so much more than that now.I was in love with him and I wanted him to know.How could I not be
Eric's POVI woke up, my head slightly spinning with a feeling like I had been hit by a car but in a really good way. Actually, it was the kind of ache that said, "Damn, you lived last night."I realized that I was butt naked, with Sapphire just as bare, curled up against me, her skin still damp from the marathon we had pulled in the bathtub. The sheets were a mess and my tigress was still sleeping in my arms, her breathing calm and soft like a gentle autumn breeze.I chuckled as images from last night's escapade flooded my mind. We had really spent the entire freaking night making love in the tub, of all places and she had dozed off right there, in my arms with my cock still buried deep inside of her. I had carried her to the bed after a while and that was how we called it a night. But that didn't stop me from showering her body with kisses and fondling her all over.I'd have made love to her some more if she hadn't been so tired and sore from my thrusts and all. I lost count of the n
Eric's POVAfter finally admitting to myself that I was hopelessly in love with Sapphire, I felt a weight lift off my shoulders. She was still asleep, looking peaceful and utterly beautiful. I wanted to do something special for her, something I'd never done before—make her breakfast in bed before I told her how much I fucking loved her. The idea had me grinning like an idiot. But there was one little problem. I didn't know shit about cooking.Still, I was going to give it a shot. How hard could it be anyway? I had faced down boardrooms and negotiated million-dollar deals in my sleep. I had earned my first billion dollars without a dime from my family. Cooking should be a piece of cake. I slipped on a shirt and sweatpants. I gave my tigress one last kiss on her forehead before tiptoeing out of the bedroom.I strode into the kitchen and damn, I'd never realized how foreign this place was to me than the surface of Mars. The plan was simple: scrambled eggs, bacon and toast. Tigress was go
Sapphire's POVMy whole body was aching. My thighs felt like they had run a marathon on a treadmill made of jelly, my arms like they had been lifting weights all night. My head was slightly pounding and I felt sore underneath. My eyes fluttered open, the blurriness still thick. I yawned, stretching my limbs out and rubbed my eyes, now half-awake. When I finally peeled my eyes wide open, the sunlight attacked me and I squinted before lifting my hands to block it.The memories of last night flooded my mind. I smiled and sighed, all of my insides as happy as my love glove. The night we shared would make even the most scandalous romance novel blush. Eric was a man all right but in bed, he was far from it. He sure knew how to leave a woman gratified and satiated. He'd mastered the art of lovemaking so well that I wondered how long it'd taken him to perfect his bedroom skills, or bathtub in this case.And then, I frowned when I thought of the number of women he must have screwed before me.
Sapphire's POVIt had been almost three weeks now. Eric hadn't spoken to me since the night he came home drunk. We barely saw each other despite the fact that we were living in the same house. More than half of the day, he was out, to avoid seeing my face, no doubt. He grew a habit of coming home late, sometimes even past midnight.Forget sleeping on the same bed, Eric didn't even sleep in the same room with me anymore. He moved some of his stuff to his personal fitness room and usually locked himself up whenever he was around. He was quickly becoming no more than a stranger to me and my heart ached like it had never ached before. The few times he saw me, he would waste no time avoiding me like I was a disease or like the sight of me killed him.Every attempt I made to talk to him was met with cold silence or harsh words. He was very quick to brush me off or pretend like I didn't exist. Most times it felt like I was talking to a brick wall, my words bouncing back at me, unheard and un
Sapphire's POVCora brought her hand to her cheek, the part where I'd just slapped. Her head was turned to the side for what seemed like minutes. She was frozen on the spot, staring into space as if trying to make sense of what had just happened. When it had finally clicked in her holed brain that I'd indeed slapped her, she faced me, her eyes now as red as her lipstick."You slapped me?" She fumed, caressing her cheek. Her whole face had turned red in fact."You're damn right I did," I snapped at her, my voice low and dangerous. I should've been scared of how I sounded right now. "And trust me, I won't hesitate to do it again if you dare to disrespect me one more time."I locked eyes with her, my heart pounding with anger, every fibre of my being pulsing with fury. What the hell did she think of herself? Who the hell was she to talk to me that way? What in the world gave her the right to speak of my relationship with Eric like tha? This woman had some nerves. And I blamed Eric for it
Sapphire's POV"And where the hell are you coming from?" Eric growled, stepping closer to me the moment I came out of my car, my old, timeworn Ford. I opted to use that instead of the brand new Bentley Eric had gotten me as a wedding gift because it was the only car with no tracker.Smart move, right?I ignored Eric and whispered a "Thank you" to my bodyguard. I'd been feeling lightheaded earlier and didn't feel like driving so I'd sent him my location and he'd driven me back home. I glanced at my diamond wristwatch. It was past 11pm. I wasn't even as late as I'd hoped I'd be. But whatever. There's always next time, I smiled and glanced at Eric whose eyes were clouded with intense anger. My smile faded and I made an attempt to strut past him. But he took hold of my hand and drew me back effortlessly like I weighed a feather caught in a hurricane."I asked you a question, Sapphire," he said, his tone harsher this time and his grip around my wrist tight as hell. "Where the hell are you
Sapphire's POVThe strange man's eyes widened as if he just realized I was naked and quickly looked away, turning to face Eric. I shuffled backwards and pulled the sheets, wrapping them around me. What on earth was going on here? Who the hell was this guy and what gave him the nerve to barge into my bedroom so late at night? He didn't even knock or say anything. He just strutted in like he owned the damn place. He shattered whatever fragile illusion of security I had left.Where are the stupid bodyguards when you need them?And worse, I let him touch me while I was naked! I just wanted the ground to open up right now and swallow me. I clutched the sheets around me tighter, taking another step backwards. I couldn't believe the audacity of this stranger, walking into our bedroom like he belonged there. My heart pounded against my chest, a cacophony of fear, anger, and confusion surging through my mind.I wanted to scream so badly, to demand answers, to kick this man out of here this ins