Nala. I was afraid he might decide to stay the night. The irony of it all. Of all the days, I had wanted him to say the night with me, he never did. But the one time I wanted him to leave, was the one night he didn't seem like he would. I was already tired, I couldn't take him anymore, if he spent five more minutes iny room I knew for a fact I would fall asleep for real and miss my window of running away. So I pretended to be snoring and made some sounds turning around, to see his next action. I worked instantly, I coud hear his footsteps as he tried to tiptoe out of the room. As soon as he was gone, I stretched for my phone and checked the time, I still had a few hours to go. I got up slowly and went to my door, locking it from the inside incase he decided to come back again. I went into my closet and took our my already packed back pack. I had planning my escape for two days now, this was the perfect time. I sat on my bed for a while until I saw the lights in his room go da
Nala. The ride back to his house was quiet. And I appreciated that. Ait had been a long day and eventful night. And I was about to go to a stranger's house. I needed the quiet time for a while. My childhood, I was locked up alot in the house, I do not know the city at all. The last time I was out of my birth home had been when I was being shipped to my new husband's house. So I had no idea which part of town we were in but I could tell it was an affluent town. And by the looks, more affluent than even where Salvatore lived. After a few minutes, the man pulled up to a big gate, it was all black and behind the six feet gate was a huge mansion overlooking the sea. He got out of the car and held the door open taking my hand as he helped me out and led me to the entrance. A man in black came to us and mumbled something to him before he took the car keys and got into the car. He held my hand as he led me inside, but then as if he realized what he had done, his grip on my hand tightene
Nala. I woke up tired taking in my room as the events of last night came back one by one. I walked to the window and dew the curtains looking out, and it was the most beautiful scene I had ever seen. I walked back and sat down on my bed for a moment. Suddenly everything started to make sense. He said his name was Jordan and he did not seem to be scared 9f Salvatore. He was Jordan Banks. Now it was all clear why he had seemed so familiar. I had seen him before like a thousand times in the TV, on website tabloids, newspapers. He and his wife had been media favorites. They were rich, and beautiful, but mostly they were known for their charity works to the orphaned children across the city and single mothers. They always seemed so genuine and extremely happy. That was until, two years ago, he had been in the news for his personal tragedy. The loss of his wife.I was so glad I was sitting or i would have collapsed when I saw him standing by the door just looking at me. How long had h
Jordan. I slumped in my chair and ran a hand through my hair. I fingered the list of phone messages as my gaze lighted on the one from my brother Jabari. I shifted uncomfortably and knew I wouldn’t be able to put him off for long.I put my phone down and for a moment I thought about the woman next door, whom I had taken in.She was yet to find out who I truly was, but she looked so innocent, like the world didn't deserve her. She had no idea I had a file on her, the file that documented her whole life. Not that she had any exciting things that happened to her. My pack was rivals with the father of her child Salvatore. I had been digging up anything I could find on him for the past few months. Any weaknesses an die had come across Nala, his wife. But soon I realized she was never really his true love. But she had the most important possession to a werewolf. His heir. She carried his heir and the plan was to use her to get to him. As the leader of the mountain pack, together with m
Nala. Jordan had told me someone was coming over to help with my wardrobe and getting any essentials I needed since I couldn't go shopping myself. I could tell it was her the moment she stepped out of her car. She was cheerful and just by her walk you could tell she was in the fashion industry. Ella was a tall glass of sophistication and sunshine with her burnt auburn bob, sprinkling of freckles, and wonderfully manicured nails, painted in the palest rose. She had a bright smile for me the moment she appeared and I smiled back gratefully.I couldn’t help but instantly appreciate her appearance. She had paired a tweed blazer, a heavy, eggplant colored coat slung casually across her shoulders, black trousers, and leather boots. She was carrying a massive dark red purse which exactly matched some of the thread in her tweed blazer.I gulped down what was left of my orange juice and immediately rose to receive her.“Nala,” she greeted. “It’s a pleasure to finally meet you.”I accepted t
Jordan. It was late evening when I arrived back in my house. The day had started off light with me making arrangements for our trip but I ended up being needed at the pack house. I wasn’t feeling good. Blood had been shed today. I didn’t do wet work, but I might as well have. It was to my orders my men maimed and murdered. Out there somewhere in the burning depths of hell there was another stain on my wall of sin. Sometimes I dreamed of that wall. I dreamt I was washing it. Meticulously, washing, but as soon as I finished the ugly stain returned. But it was not that, that bothered me now. It was a feeling inside my body. A feeling that there must be something better than this. The wealth, the power, the control, the respect, the never ending parade of women, thendignity of my position, all of it felt like nothing. Dust in my mouth. There was no happiness in my heart. I was numb. At times like this I wished I could become as blasé as my father about the dog eat dog world we live
Nala. We sat in silence for a while but I could sense his eyes on me as I took every little bite. "Is it good?" he finally asked. "Yeah, I like it." i said as I took a sip of my juice. "The doctor came. He cleared me for traveling but after that I might need to be on bed rest until I have the baby." i said not wanting to go back to the dry silence and the sexual tensions flying between us. "That's good to know, about the traveling I mean." he said like he didn't already know that. I had heard the doctor on the phone with him early on. "So what did you want to talk to me about?" I finally said putting my fork down. He looked up at me and for the first time since I met him, he seemrd worried about something. Which was scary to me. He had seemed like superman, like nothing scared him. Maybe I was wrong. "Salvatore knows am with you, doesn't he?" I asked my hands shaking with fear. I felt the color disappear from my cheeks. He reached out over the table from the other side and hel
Nala. The next morning, i sat across from Jordan as he watched me eat my breakfast. For a long time, I slept like a baby, I felt safe under his roof and I trusted him to take care of me. I was not afraid of anything harming me or anyone. I low key liked how he liked watching me eat. I had spent two days now in his house, and whenever we were eating he would watch me like I was the prettiest thing, and I loved it. I had never had someone look at me the way he did. Not even Salvatore. I had seen him look at my sister like that but never me. He nodded approvingly when i managed to finish the omelet he had prepared, and he urged me to drink the glass of juice in front of me.Jordan had chefs, servers, there were people everywhere, but he decided to personally cook for me. Despite my anxiety and uncertainty, it felt good to be taken care of by this man. Even if i wasn’t entirely sure of my place in his world. He was solicitors of me, but at the same time he seemed distant. I wasn’t sure
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