Dylan froze momentarily, but he was not cold–quite the contrary actually–he was warm all over, almost feverish…his skin was alive from the prickling sensation of the soft night breeze. Tremors of delightful sensation rocked through him, shaking him in the unexpected way; almost knocking the wind out of him.
For how long he’d been that way, Dylan couldn’t tell as his ravenous eyes feasted on the goddess-like feminine figure that stood exactly five feet from him. This was probably the best time to look away, if possible turn back from whence he came. But common sense eluded him, his body betrayed him and his limbs stood rooted to the ground.
Dinner was awkward at first, sitting side by side with Dylan that even a tiny bit of contact would make her almost jump out of her skin. Ella was almost certain that he was doing it on purpose. The next time their bodies touched Ella pinched him so hard he hissed. ''Is something wrong?” Her mother asked. Dylan cleared his throat. “Nothing." He said then he grabbed his glass of water and gulped it down in one go. When he was done he slammed the empty glass on the wooden while he glared at her but Ella put her hand against her mouth to smoulder her laughter. And that was how slowly and surely the tension evaporated and her nerves were no longer screaming but Adele Garcia would hear from he
‘’Where are we going?’’ Ella asked as soon as she got into the car with Dylan and he began to drive. It was the next afternoon and Dylan had come to get her from the café. ‘’It’s a surprise.’’ Dylan said. Ella didn’t know whether to panic or jump with glee at the prospect of being surprised by Dylan Vergara, so she opted to being silent all through the ride until they got to one of those high end neighbourhoods almost at the outskirts of Lucena. Ella’s mouth fell open as they stopped in front of a gigantic two-storeys white house—no mansion with a large beautiful garden at the side and a lake. ‘’Wow! Whose h
Ella was furious. Her breath came out in short strained pants, her nails dug into the plush material of the outdoor sofa; she was ready to explode any moment and it didn’t make it any better that Dylan was wearing an enigmatic mask, his face inscrutable as he studied her through hooded lashes. ‘’With the way you’re staring at me, you look like you could bore a hole right through me.’’ He said in an amused tone. ‘’Don’t get too cocky because I just might do that.’’ She gritted between clenched teeth. ‘’You should eat.’’ He said coolly. ‘’I’m not hungry.’’ ‘’I can hear
‘’Your money your rules I see. Perfect.’’ She said between clenched teeth throwing his earlier statement back at him. ‘’But I have no desire to be your puppet where you can pull the strings whenever you want, you can have me as your prisoner but it still wouldn’t make a difference.’’ With that she turned and left crossing the pool area to the back door and up to her bedroom, slamming the door hard enough to rip it off its hinges. She collapsed onto the silky sheets, buried her face and screamed into the pillow. Dylan didn’t know what possessed him to say those awful things to her and he couldn’t forget the hurt in her eyes before she walked away. Just a few days ago he had assured Doña Bianca that he was immune; that he wouldn’t lose his head…or his heart, but now he&rsq
Ella squinted and groaned shielding her eyes from the stream of sunlight coming in from the half-rolled drapes on the window. She glanced around groggily until her eyes adjusted to the light. Confusion washed over her as she glanced around the room once more, she rolled onto her back and was staring at the crystal chandelier hanging above the chocolate brown ceiling. Everything else was the same shade of colour except for the milk coloured silky bedspread that was the same as the walls. When reality finally kicked in, she felt her chest constricted and a huge lump formed in her throat. Her head was throbbing, her eyes felt heavy and sore. The door flew open and Idad barrelled in with a tray of food, she smiled brightly when she saw El
The familiar scent of leather wafted through her nostrils, Ella had been in that particular room many a time and everything that had been said here was unpleasant; and so was the woman sitting on the Sheraton chair behind the large rosewood desk with piles of books and papers on one side, a laptop in front of her, the other side was empty except for an almost empty glass of her signature red wine. Doña Bianca leaned languidly against the chair studying an almost bored Ella, frowning at the fact that everything seemed to be working against her and the situation seemed out of her hands. She was used to being in control but right now she felt out of place and frustrated. She leaned forward, resting her arm on the desk and intertwined her long manicured fingers, her gaze intensely fixated on Ell
She could hear the melodious tune from the orchestra playing downstairs. Skyline hotels’ suites were elegant and looked expensive.Her stomach had had its own mind ever since they arrived at the hotel five hours ago. The thought of having to be the centre of attention tonight with the press capturing every moment of it made her feel nauseous and light headed. Music stopped, heads turned, gasps were let out and bewildered stares were exchanged. Ella could feel her heart somersaulting across her chest, literally. Her legs were wobbly as she stood at the top of the stairs looking down at the huge guests in the ballroom, she was aware that the Vergaras had so many acquaintances but had never thought they’d invite so many. She saw her family smiling brightly at her giving her all of their support thinking she had fo
His cologne was far too strong tonight it made her nostrils flare and filled her senses too. Impulsively, she felt herself relax in his arm, an inaudible sigh escaped her half-parted lips and her lids drooped automatically. They suddenly stopped dancing and Ella’s eyes flew open almost immediately, she could see a number of couples on the dance floor swaying to the soft music playing…but why had they stopped? She wondered. Ella glanced up to see Dylan looking over her shoulder, following his gaze, she saw a young man about Dylan’s age with black hair and blue eyes. He smiled and Dylan nodded in approval. ‘’Who’s he?’’ she queried. &nb
CHAPTER FIVEA Year Ago...Claire was two hours earlier than she'd hoped to be but no matter, she'd just wait it out. She adjusted the strap of her shoulder bag just as the lift opened at the second floor."Claire you're late." Charity's tone was reproving but Claire rolled her eyes and ignored her."Please, i'm two hours early." Charity was her friend and room mate."And why are you hanging out here? Shouldn't you be working?"Charity pointedly ignored her but then her eyes lit up suddenly and that meant she's got mischief up her sleeve."No I don't wanna hear it.""Come on, I've got this awesome dress I would like you to try on.""Try it on yourself.""I wish." She sighed wistfully. The thing charity was worried about the most was her size, she fretted over the fact that she couldn't fit into all the cute little dresses and jeans she's always wanted.Claire ran her fingers on the silky-smooth fabric. The dress wa
CHAPTER FOURThat tiny feeling of doubt lingered through the next morning, it suffocated her to the point that she thought she couldn't breathe. As she slipped back into her uniform, work was the last thing on her mind right now. She could feel Dimitri's heated gaze boring into her skin and knew he was awake. "You plan on sneaking away like a coward?" he drawled.Claire wasn't sure she'd wanted to sneak away. God she had no idea what she wants right now, her feelings were all over the place. Must be PMS or something. When she swivelled around, she sucked in a sharp breath as she saw his member proudly jutting up and she felt hot all over. Sex right now would mess up her already messed up mind so she forced her gaze to his face. Right now, she couldn't decipher what he was feeling at the moment. he wore the mask of indifference perfectly."I wasn’t actually...""Don't feed me that Crap about what happened between us last night being a mis
CHAPTER THREEThey were quiet, each lost in his own personal reflection. Claire just wants to lie down somewhere and forget this day but Dimitri won't let her, he's persistent and she couldn't decide whether she like that or not. "Do you remember the first time we met?" How could she forget?"I thought you were the most beautiful woman in the ball room. You took my breath away then, and you take my breath away standing in that cute little uniform." he caught her face in his palms and stared deep into her eyes.Claire couldn't tear her gaze away even if she wanted to. His feelings were so intense it ignited a fire deep within her very soul. "I feel the same way about you as I did when I first met you and there's nothing you can say or do that'll make me feel otherwise." Claire swallowed hard and in one breath said, "even though I was once an escort?"Dimitri shook his head. "No one is perfect darling, your past doesn't define the woman yo
CHAPTER TWOSix months ago..."Is my hair okay?""The just-had-sex hair suits you perfectly agapi mou, every man out there will be envious of me." Claire punched his arm playfully."I'm serious Dimitri! I'd die if anyone knew what we just did.""It's not something to hide, we're getting married in a month." he kissed her slow and sweet, pulling her even close until she could feel him against her.She giggled as she pulled back. "We should get to the party before it ends.""You can’t blame me I can't get enough of you."She can't get enough of him too. God how much she loved this man who makes her more happy than she'd ever been in her life. Tonight, Dimitri's going to announce to everyone that they're going to get married.Dimitri took her hand in his as he led them both to the garden at the Stavros mansion in Athens, Greece the guests mingled together while servers went around with snacks and drink. A buffet table stood a
A STAVROS PASSIONTHE STAVROS BOOK 1 MARICRUZ ROSALESA STAVROS PASSIONFirst editionCopyright © 2019 by Maricruz Rosales All rights reserved. Except for use in any review, the reproduction or utilization of this work in whole or part in any form by any electronic, mechanical or other means, now known or here after invented, including xerography, photocopying and recording, or in any information storage or retrieval system is forbidden without the written permission of the publisher.All characters in this book have no existence outside the imagination of the author and have no relation whatsoever to anyone bearing the same name or names. All incidents are pure invention.CHAPTER ONE"Welcome to New York Mr Stavros." the bright-eyed, round-faced chauffeur said cheerily as he
CHAPTER SIX "Why didn't you tell us about it?"Dominic looked away from the window of his water front apartment to his mother, she was holding a brown envelope."I don't want to talk about it. " she was holding the envelope that confirmed his biggest fears, he couldn’t have children of his own.It was a boating accident seven years ago and Dominic was never the same ever since."Your father and I are worried about you. At least come spend some time with us and let us keep you company. " "I'm fine mom, there's nothing to worry about. " She wasn't convinced though. He had bags under his eyes as if he hadn’t been sleeping and there were a couple of empty cans of beer littered on the table. Dominic was stubborn and nothing either of them could do to make him change his mind.These past three weeks were the most miserable weeks of his life. Clara's betrayal had cut deep. There were times in these past three weeks that he'd thought of running to her and
CHAPTER FIVE"You look even more beautiful than I did on my wedding day." Anastasia Magnus gushed as she did the finishing touches on Clara's make up.Clara smiled. "Now you're just buttering me up.""Dominic is doing enough of that already." Anastasia wagged her brows at her friend." I didn't think this day would ever come." "Yeah, well it is here so put that glum look away. You will not get the same drama as my wedding day. " "I know. I'm just being silly. Am glad you're here Ana.""It is time!" Clara's mother ambled into the room with a dazzling smile on her face. "You're glowing my dear.""Thank you mom." her mother allowed herself a good cry before they finally left the room.Clara was being escorted to the limo which will take her to the church where she'll be getting married when a taxi suddenly pulled over in front of the Contas' house and none other than Mark, her ex boyfriend came out of it."You have cheated me Clara.
CHAPTER FOURThe past few days had been hectic, what with all the preparations for the wedding that they didn't have time to see each other. Today was her first ultrasound and Dominic was coming to pick her up himself. She saw his car round the corner which led to his parents' house and stopped in front of her. He got out of the car and came to where she was standing and kissed her full on the mouth. "You look lovely. " "In this?" Clara was wearing one of her mother’s old dresses which she'd mended the other day. It was old and unappealing, how could he possibly think that she looked anything but a homeless person."You look beautiful in anything."He opened the car door for her and she got in before hopped in the driver’s seat. "Make yourself comfortable, the doctor will be with you shortly." the nurse informed them before exiting the room."Do you want a boy or a girl?" Clara asked.Dominic kissed her knuckles as
CHAPTER THREE"Dominic! we were just talking about you" his mother cried as soon they stepped into the room. "Mom, dad, this is Clara Wilson... my wife. " The table went silent and the only sound heard was the clatter of fork slipping from the table to the ground. "Since when?" his dad asked."My dear son, come up stairs will you?" his mother spoke after a long silence. Clara felt so exposed under their scrutiny. "Why don't you make yourself comfortable, i'll be right back." Dominic gave her hand a reassuring squeeze."What is this I hear about you being married to that girl Dominic?"His mother was the first to demand."I hope you know what you’re doing son." his father said."I know that I should've told you all sooner but I couldn't wait.""Marriage is not some game you can play anytime you feel like it." His mother said."There's only one reason why he could possibly want to get married, and so out o