Jordan.I was surprised that Nala was denying us both what we so obviously wanted, but not even a sexless marriage was new to me. I had been there. I imagined it had been Selena’s way of punishing me for not giving her a baby, although the issue had been with her body and not mine. It hadn’t mattered to me. I had never once seen her as less of a woman. But she had been so frustrated with out timed lovemaking that never, ever produced the result she wanted, that she hadn’t even allowed me to touch her in the last six months of our marriage. The last six months of her life.I knew why Selena had denied me, and i wasn’t sure i hadn’t deserved it. But i didn’t know what Nala’s game was. Although I doubted that she would hold on to that stance. The attraction between us was far too strong for that. It was certainly beyond anything I had ever known in my experience.She licked her lips and my body ached with the need to taste her sweet mouth again, to move my tongue over hers. I was insta
Nala. I watched Jordan , my fiancé, turn and leave the room. A feeling of longing, so intense I felt it physically, filled me. Part of me wanted him, impossibly, irresponsibly, almost as much as the sensible part of me craved distance and protection from him. It was like a tug of war, each desire pulling at me from opposite sides. And the sensible part of me had to win.It had to.The dining room at the castillo was extremely formal. The high ceilings and ornately framed artwork gave the room a museumlike quality. The long banquet style table could easily have seated thirty or forty people, and added to the wholly impersonal feel of the room. It made stupid, emotional tears prick at my eyes.A child couldn’t sit and color at this table. They certainly couldn’t eat milk and cookies and peanut butter and jelly at this table. Finger painting was probably out, too, since it was likely a priceless antique.Of course, i knew there were other tables in a place this big.Jordan ’s quarters l
Nala. Jordan began to walk back toward his quarters, and i had to take short, quick steps to keep up with his long strides. “That is ridiculous. Not being able to have children doesn’t make you a failure.”“It felt that way to my wife.” He paused for a moment. “My mother introduced us. It was her opinion that Selena was perfect for me. Her family was wealthy and well. known, she was talented and cultured. In my mother’s estimation she would make a wonderful princess. A wonderful mother. When Selena could not fulfill that part of what she considered to be her requirements, she became very depressed.”“But that wasn’t the only thing you loved her for,” i said softly.Jordan turned to face me, his mouth pressed into a grim line. “No.”“I understand why you don’t want it to become public knowledge. I won’t tell anyone.” It might make things easier in a way, although inimagined his mother would dislike me regardless, but i just didn’t want to hurt Jordan by dredging up things from the pas
Nala. I shifted and winced as the boning in the corset top of my gown took another dig at my side. It was hot. Dear heaven was it hot! And humid. Stray wisps of my hair hung down out of my glamorous updo in lank strands. The air seemed thick, and breathing it in only seemed to increase the nausea that was my constant, reviled companion. The servant that had helped me get dressed had insisted that this was a formal announcement and would require formal dress. So here i was, made up, sucked in, pushed up and buffed to a highly glossed sheen, waiting behind a heavy red curtain for my time to step out onto the balcony with Jordan so we could make a horribly clichéd announcement to people. "The wedding is set and will take place in a few days." Jordan said leading me to the waiting limo. His sister followed us shortly, giddy like a small girl. "You look so good Nala." she said hugging me lightly. "Thank you, you do too." They proceeded to talk about the marriage a little bit, h
Nala. The limo pulled up to the curb of what looked like a very upscale row of boutiques. The driver opened the door and Isabella slid out. I followed. The ocean was only a hundred yards away from the shops, and the chilly salt air did wonders for the eternal churning in my stomach. The shops were all set into small, historic stone buildings, but just at the end of the row of boutiques there was a new, massive casino. It wasn’t all lit up like Vegas, rather it was more sedate, in keeping with the theme of the rest of the district. Jordan really was a genius. What he had done to revamp the economy of his country was brilliant. Women in expensive clothing milled around on the cobblestone walks sipping coffee that was as designer as their handbags. The men, i assumed, were in the casino. “ Isabella!” Both Isabella and i turned to the sound of a man shouting. A flash went off, followed by more flashes. My eyes widened. There was a pack of people, men and women, holding cameras, They
Nala. The flight to the island was short. The small plane touched down in a field of moss colored grass only ten minutes after takeoff. The island itself was less l mountainous than I had expected, with white sand beaches that bled into expansive fields and thick olive groves. There was no car waiting for us when we disembarked from the plane. Jordan had spent most of the half hour flight on his phone making arrangements for any work he needed to do to be finished remotely from the island. I had spent the whole flight feeling shaky and…excited? No. Just shaky about the prospect of being almost alone with him in such a beautiful, isolated, romantic place. “You were joking about the honeymoon thing, right?” I asked nervously, surveying the vast expanse of green around us. He turned to face me, the expression in his dark eyes so hot it burned me down to my toes. “I promised I wouldn’t force you, Nala, but I didn’t say I wouldn’t seduce you.” My stomach flipped, and as my nausea wa
Jordan “I’m hot. I want to go inside,” she said. I didn’t know what had caused the dramatic shift in Nala’s mood. She had been sweet one moment, not resisting my attempts to touch her, and then she had gone stiff and jumped as far away from me as she could manage in one movement. I wanted her. I had been totally honest about my intention to seduce her, and i did intend to. I was going to make this advanced honeymoon a honeymoon in the most basic sense of the word. I ached for her every night as i lay in my empty bed, images of her fiery hair spread around her head as he laid her back onto my pillows. That gorgeous mouth parted on a sigh as i sank into her willing body… My need for her was so strong, so intense that my entire body ached with it. Desire on this level was a madness I had never before experienced. And it was an ideal scenario for it. Nala did not want love, but i knew she felt the same kind of lust for me that i felt for her. Lust i could handle. Love was not on the ag
Jordan. I opened the door to Nala’s bedroom without knocking. She was asleep and her beauty stole my breath, made me feel weak with desire, like a starving man in desperate need of nourishment. Even with all of the turmoil inside of me, I still wanted her. “Nala .” i sat down on the bed and took her hand in mine. “Nala .” I called again. I moved my other hand over her face, brushed her hair back. She stirred beneath my touch, her body arching, a soft sigh escaping her lips. My body hardened instantly, my stomach tightening. “Wake up, Nala .” She rubbed her hand over her eyes and rolled to the side, her coppery eyes cloudy with sleep, her hair tousled. And i had never seen a more beautiful woman. She was so beautiful it made me ache. “Jordan?” my name on her lips, her voice thick with sleep, was the single most arousing thing I had ever heard in my life. “The doctor called.” She sat up quickly, pushing her hair back. “What did she say?” The film of tears in her eyes made my hea
Nala.I woke up slowly taking in my surroundings. All the walls were white with no painting at all. It was just plain walls. And then then there wS the smell of medicine that made me nauseous."What's going on?" I asked no one in particular sitting up. That's when I saw him sleeping peacefully by my bed. He looked so peaceful, but also so uncomfortable sleeping in that chair. "Hey, hello beautiful." he said as soon as he saw me, "How did you sleep? How are you feeling?" he asked coming to my bed as he helped me sit up properly, putting a few pillows for me to lean on. "I am sorry, I didn't mean to wake you up." i said slowly feeling the pain of my incision. "No it's okay baby. Am glad you are up." i said looking around. "The baby?" I said almost absent mindedly. I do not remember at all having the baby, I just felt pain in every part of my body. "She is Fine." Jordan said proudly, "and yes it's a she. They just fed her she is sleeping. You will see he when she is up.""I am sorry
Jordan. One moment, we were dancing, I was holding her, monitoring her breaths, smelling her rose vanilla hair, the next she was lying on the floor in a pool of blood. This was not happening to me. It could not be happening. I felt as if I was losing my mind. I could not believe what I was seeing. It could not be. It just could not be. I dropped to my knees next to her. My hands were shaking. Jesus, God, no. Not her. Not her. Not my miracle.She was looking up at me, with a strange expression on her face, as if she was surprised to see me, as if it was me that was hurt, as blood was oozing out of her wound and spreading into her stomach area of her lavender dress. The assassin had been aiming for me, but he had hit her instead. This was all my fault and I knew it was Salvatore. I had taken his son away from him, he wanted his revenge. One more shot rang out and I heard the shrill announcement.“It’s clear! We have him!”“Hey you,” she said softly. Then she frowned, her hands were
Nala. A shiver crackled through my spine at his words. Because I knew that look in his eyes, the almost ferocious gaze and I knew what usually followed after that.The last time he had had that look in his eyes and told me to get over to where he was, I had been fucked against a doorand left in a puddle at his feet.“Um,” I swallowed. “I need to go to the Ladies first?”“You are going to be sorry if I have to repeat myself.”“Please. Someone could come in.” All I could think about was his mother or sister or even father walking in on us. “No one will come in until I allow them to.”Through the glass, I could see the other people around us, and people passing in between. I was pretty certain that theycouldn’t see into our own encasement, but they would definitely be able to hear us especially since there was no way that I would be able to stay quiet after he touched me.“But people can hear us,” I whispered.His gaze darkened even further, and I had to accept the painful truth, tha
Nala.The round lights in the ceiling as they rolled me into the OR barely registered. The only thing in my mind was the brutality of my contractions. Waves of paincoursed through my body and my fingers dug into my palms to help relieve some of the pressure.I had never in my life been in so much pain.But then I remembered his promise. Everything will be fine. I believed him, and that more than anything gave me thestrength to hope for a time beyond this pain that seemed as though it would never end.The Anesthesiologist put a mask over my face. “Count backwards from ten, ” she said kindly.10, 9, 8, 7… 6… then everything went dark.I woke up slowly. My whole body felt heavy. Even moving my fingers was an effort. I knew I was in a hospital. I felt fear.My lips moved.“My baby,” I called weakly. “Where is my baby?”It was only then I realized I was not alone. There was an arm and a head on my thighs. The arm lifted and he straightened.I stared at him in shock.He looked haggard. Mo
Jordan. we were riding back to Torrington Hall. Our bodies at least two feet apart. I stared out at trees, all cast in darkness, as we left the city.Who was I angry at? Was it at myself? For reacting like a jealous fool. Or was it at her for pointing it out? I couldn’t decide, but either way it didn’t feel good.I knew she was scared for her friend’s safety, but I had no intentions of doing anything to him. At that moment when Isaw him touch her so casually I wanted to throttle him, but now that my blood was no longer boiling, I could clearly see he was only a little gnat. Even the tiny effort required to squash him would not be worth my time.“ I… uh… I wanted to speak to you tonight about the greenhouse, ” she said hesitantly. Her tone was soft and docile.I turned my head to look at her. In the soft light coming fromthe console, her skin looked like alabaster.“Thank you for allowing me to work there,” she continued.“I need to buy some seeds. I will purchase them on my own of
Jordan. I felt as if I was losing my mind. I could not believe what I was seeing. It could not be. It just could not be. I dropped to my knees next to her. My hands were shaking. Jesus, God, no. Not her. Not her. Not mymiracle.She was looking up at me, with a strange expression on her face, as if she was surprised to see me, as if it was me thatwas hurt, as blood was oozing out of her wound and spreading into her stomach area of her lavender dress. The assassin had been aiming for me, but he had hit herinstead. This was all my fault and I knew it was Salvatore. I had taken his son away from him, he wanted his revenge. One more shot rang out and I heard the shrill announcement.“It’s clear! We have him!”“Hey you,” she said softly. Then she frowned, her hands were still cradling her stomach. “What happened?”I shuddered as my hand went to touch her face. I was so terrified I was almost paralyzed. “It’s okay, ” I whispered even though I didn't really know if it was. “Everything i
Jordan.I took her to Boston’s harbor hotel with its Sixty foot stone archway and its panoramic views of the city’s skyline. It was also a personal favorite for other reasons. Security was easily monitored by my men, and my requests for privacy were always immediately fulfilled.As I mostly moved in the shadows and appreciated places that helped me maintain things that way.Across the terrace, private and heated transparent igloo-like boxes had been erected to both tackle the frigid winter air,and to provide privacy. One of the things I liked the most about these encasements were how the glass made it possible for you to see out, but for no one to see within.I sat at my usual enclosure with my customary glass of Dirty Martini and tried to imagine Nala working in the greenhouse… and couldn’t. I’d never even been inside it. I had to admit I’d never given the idea of gardening muchthought, but I had formed the general impression gardeners were gardeners because they couldn’t find bett
Nala. It was still dark the next morning when I got out of bed and went to the kitchen. There was no one else around, but Jordan's mom was already up andsitting at the table drinking something from a cup and. looking into an open notebook. She looked up at me and frowned.“Is something wrong?” she asked worried I shook my head. “Nothing is wrong. I was wondering if I could have some cake or cookies.” I said feeling embarrassed "Ofcourse yes. I can't tell you how much cravings I had with Jordan. I gained over one hundred pounds." she said smiling as she served me a plate of chocolate chip cookies with warm milk. I looked at her confused, wondering what she was talking about or why she was even telling me about that. She saw the confusion and smiled again. " oooh, Jordan told us about your news.""What news?" I asked even more confused as ever. "That you are pregnant." she said looking at me with that judgemental look of hers. "My son always wanted to be a father you know and g
Jordan. 001It had taken a lot of pursuading to say get her to come with me. But I needed her there. I needed her to see how hard I was working to make things right between us. I needed her to know I was doing everything in my power to get her son back. I glanced at the poised woman by his side as i wound my way through the curvy hills toward my home. The top was down, and her gold red hair blew in the wind in a tangled mass, but she didn’t seem concerned. Her pursed lips told me she was thinking hard, probably getting into character to meet my family. It was not the first time, but it was since she recovered her memories. During the last twenty four hours, I had learned a lot about Nala. Unfortunately, the tiny glimpse only made me crave her more.The vivid green of trees and brown earth flashed by and welcomed me in a way that soothed my soul. My family owned land from generations back, which had all been passed to me. But i had always known from my first visit to New York City th