Nala.By the time I went back to the house it was already lunchtime and feeling ravenous I headed straight to the orangery. Alba was waiting for me there. She smiled at me. “Shall I serve lunch now?”I ate an exquisite meal. There was freshly baked bread with cold butter and a shank of lamb that Alba said the Chef was famous for. It was so tender you didn’t need a knife to eat it. All you had to do was pick it up from one end and shake it gently and the meat would fall off the bone. I tried it and she was right. The flesh simply slid off the bone. I tucked into it hungrily. It was delicious. Then I polished off a small bowl of crème brulee and tried to call the number Jordan had given me the first night we met, but the phone appeared to be turned off. I couldn’t imagine his phone was off, so I guessed he must have more than one phone.“Is there a way I can reach the Jordan?” I asked Alba, as I sipped my juice. “I have no idea.” Her tone was laced with incredulity at the very suggesti
Jordan. I was on a conference call with my brother and some of the pack leaders when the text message came in. Seeing that it came from Luke, who was based at Torrington Hall, I immediately opened it and read what he had to say.'Miss Nala wants to speak to you, boss.' All kinds of thoughts flashed through my mind as I stared at the message until it registered that My brother was trying to get my attention from one of the two screens in front of me. I put the phone away.“Everything alright?” he asked.I gave a brief nod.My father didn’t comment on the interruption. My father had always been laser focused on the job at hand and despised any kind of emotion or weakness. I focused my mind on the conversation, but my awareness of the request waiting for my response distracted me more than i would have thought was possible. As soon as the conversation concluded and my father signed off I picked up the phone and was about to answer the message when I realized that my brother was still
Nala. I stared down at my phone in surprise. Just when I thought we were getting along he goes and ends the conversation so abruptly. Why on earth did he have to do that? I tossed the phone aside and it bounced across the bed, but to my relief, settled just shy of the edge of the big bed.The last thing I needed right now was a broken phone. There were not too many helpful people in this house. I thought of the gardener once again and how my charm project should be.I had to admit Mr. Jordan was totally right.Building a sort of relationship with the gardener was much better than barging into the greenhouse and claiming a share of his real estate. There were also several things he could teach me so it was indeed a good idea to win him over.With that thought I luxuriated in a long soak in the bath, then slipped into the silkiest nightie I had ever worn in my life and climbed into bed.Jordan called as I was about to switch off the bedside lamp."Miss me already?" I said playfully and
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 green house… and couldn’t. I had never even been inside it before. I had to admit I had never given the idea of gardening much thought, but I had formed the general impression gardeners were gardeners because they could
Nala. We were walking back to Jordan's car, when he suddenly stopped and hissed in pain. "Are you okay?" I asked supporting him with my arm. The security immediately rushed to us and helped him into the car as I followed, they put him on a chair and he was sweating and seemed to be in so much pain. "Let's go to the hospital." i said immediately. "No, take me to my doctor." he said before he passed out. No one said anything until we got there, he was awake by the time we were stepping out of the car. . The doctor came immediately, and I followed Jordan and the beautiful young physician into his office. When he had mentioned having abpersonal physician I had imagined an elderly man, not a blonde in her early thirties who was tall and willowy enough to be a model.It shouldn’t really surprise me though . Jordan was a handsome man. A very handsome man, i amended myself. He was rich. And powerful. Plus, of course, there was that very basic feminine nurturing instinct that likely mad
Nala. Did I really hear him well or was I hallucinating, imagining things. “Your future wife?” my head was still fuzzy from the kiss, my limbs heavy with arousal, and i was certain i must have heard him wrong, he didn't just say wife. There was no way. “Yes. I have thought it through and it is the only thing to be done.” He said it so pragmatically, as though anyone should be able to see his point.“I’m not going to marry you Jordan,” i said, trying to match his tone. If he wanted to try to have an insane discussion as calmly as if we were talking about the weather then i was more than up to the challenge. I certainly wasn’t going to give him the satisfaction of rattling my self control more than once in a five minute time span."You don't want to marry me?" he asked shocked. "I did not say that, but we barely know each other. Am pregnant with another man's child. A man who also married me and now is trying to kill me. You can't just say that like it's normal." "I like you Nala,
JordanWhen i returned to Nala’s room half an hour later with her requests she was sound asleep, her arm thrown over her face, her hair spread into a golden red halo. My eyes were immediately drawn to the gentle rise and fall of her generous breasts. She was an amazingly beautiful woman.Kissing her had been shockingly exciting. I couldn’t remember the last time simply kissing a woman had aroused me so much. Maybe when i had been a teenage virgin, but certainly not any time in the twenty years since then.I hadn’t intended to kiss her. Not yet. Seduction wasn’t the way to win Nala over to my way of thinking. She was cerebral; the way to appeal to her would be through logic and reason, not through sensual persuasion.At least that is what i had thought. She had been surprisingly passionate in my arms, a little hesitant, but she had been all the sweeter for it.The temptation to join her in the bed, to lift the hem of her shirt again, touch her big stomach and move higher to the lush s
Nala. I took another swallow of ginger ale to prevent myself from gagging. I had been touched when i had realized that he had brought me the crackers and soda, but I was much less impressed now that i realized he was just using it as an opportunity to try to goad me into agreeing to marry him.“I don’t understand why you are the one pushing for marriage,” i said when I was certain i wasn’t going to be sick all over the floral duvet. “Shouldn’t it be the other way around?”A short, derisive laugh escaped his lips. “Perhaps traditionally, but then this is hardly a traditional situation. In this case, it's different.”“You may not want to be married to me, and frankly, I don’t want to be married at all,” he said. “But you can’t deny that it makes sense.”“I just don’t like the idea of it.”*******Jordan“Of marriage without love?” i knew that most women would reject the idea, at least outwardly, even if their motive for marriage was truly money or status and not finer feelings at all.
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