Nala “He is here so we can choose your ring,” Salvatore said matter of factly. As if having a jeweler personally come out was an everyday occurrence. “I don’t understand,” i began lamely. Salvatore picked up my left hand and raised my fingers to his lips. “It is important to me that you wear my ring, my love.” “Oh.” As responses went, mine wasn’t terribly brilliant, but it was all i could manage. I remembered last night during the heat of the moment he did ask me to marry him again. I was surprised he could remember that and nothing else we shared. Salvatore urged me to turn my attention to the rings, and i did so a little nervously. They were so huge. And expensive! I didn’t even want to know how much they cost. After trying several on, i spotted one that i loved, but then wondered if he had be offended by my choice. My gaze kept wandering to it even as i continued to try on the rings the jeweler pressed on me. “That one,” Salvatore said, pointing to a ring to the far right.
NalaWhen I regained my consciousness, the first thing i heard was a furious voice rapidly yelling at someone. As my eyes opened and my gaze flickered around my surroundings, i realized i was on an exam table in what appeared to be a clinic.Salvatore ’s back was to me, and he was interrogating the doctor standing in front of him.“Salvatore ,” I murmured weakly.He spun around immediately and hurried over to where i lay. “Are you all right?” His hands swept over my body even as his eyes bored intensely into mine .“Are you in pain?”I tried to smile, but i felt shaky. The doctor moved in front of Salvatore and held a cup towards me.“Drink this, Nala. Your blood sugar is too low, but I think some juice will set you to rights.”Salvatore took the juice then curled an arm underneath my neck to help me sit up. He held the cup to my lips as i cautiously sipped at the sweet liquid.“When was the last time you ate, Miss Nala?”The doctor pinned me with an inquiring stare, and i felt my che
Nala. I woke up two hours later and walked to my bathroom mirror. My eyes were still puffy from all the crying, I washed them and put on a sexy red outfit and went downstairs for dinner. I knew he would join me for dinner tonight and I was ready to try as best as I could to put on a show for him. He loved my red satin sexy dress, now it barely fit due to my huge belly, my ass cheeks were hanging out, but that was the allure of it. As mad as I was, I was hungry too my stomach was rumbling and I needed to eat something. I looked at the huge rock in my finger and the pain came back again fresh, but I was a big girl, I had to keep my cool until I had a plan on what I was going to do. I had to act like everything was fine, like I hadn't overheard them and there plan to take away my baby from me. Salvatore came in so quietly that he almost startled me as he touched my shoulders before brushing his soft lips ony cheeks gently giving me a peck. His touch unlike last night sent pangs of a
Nala. His eyes never left mine, and I stared hypnotized into those truly strange and exciting beautiful eyes of his. I was trembling and my heart was pounding so hard in my chest my blood roared in my ears. I remained frozen even when his hand touched my cheek. It felt like hot coals on my skin. I inhaled deeply and breathed in his scent. It was unbelievable the effect this man had on me.I tried my hardest to act unaffected but failed miserably when he curled his hand untill his knuckles replaced his palm and brushed them gently across my cheeks. I could feel the flush spread across my face like a burn.Then his hand reached my bottom lip and his gaze dropped to the quivering flesh. Using the smooth pad of his thumb he pulled my bottom lip down, let it go, then watched it bounce back into place with a curious expression on his face. The only way I could describe the look in his eyes was the way a cat plays with a mouse. Pawing it; throwing it in the air and letting it run; catching
Salvatore. I wanted to stay with her. And hold her.The startling need had crackled through my chest.So I had forced myself to walk away. Now I stood in the middle of my study room staring out of the window almost in a daze. My breathing was still uneven, my heart racing, and my body thrumming with the after glow pleasure and heat. What the fuck just happened?I had fucked so many women in my life, all as beautiful and some even more beautiful than her, but none of those encounters even vaguely resembled what I had with her.For fucks sake I had unraveled like a dropped old movie reel. It was the closest thing to a miracle I had ever experienced in years.What was it about her? Why did she have this effect on me?She was just a woman who was having my baby, that's all she was, that's all I wanted her to be to me. My gaze went over to the tray with a bottleof aged whiskey and a single crystal glass on the low table next to the fireplace. Every night it was put out for me. Some nigh
Nala. Seeing him in this way was exhilarating.I never wanted to be excited or turned on, but I was already soaked and dripping wet between my thighs. It felt as if an entire colony of hornets were buzzing in my belly. I wanted to squash them all dead, but I couldn’t feel enough malice to attack them. What I truly wanted in that moment was revenge.And not against them, but him.Back in the dining room, he had reduced me to a spineless, mumbling mess and I wanted nothing more than to do the same to him. To crack through that impenetrable shell, and to prove to myself and him that he was just as susceptible as the rest of us.I focused more on the thick, throbbing length of meat in my hand and mouth and once again marveled at the sight. I had felt how huge he was inside of me from being so thoroughly filled and stretched, but this was the first time that I was so close to it. Salvatore, I couldn’t look away, or get enough of how he looked, felt, and tasted.His skin was silky smooth,
Salvatore. The lamp cast a warm glow on her skin and hair that was somewhat dried now and lay in tangled waves around her face like a golden halo. For the hundredth,time, I asked myself what I was still doing here, staring down at her while she slept.But I simply couldn't pull away.There was a ceaseless stream of liquid fire coursing through my veins from wanting to be still inside her. I hadn’t shared a bed through the entire night with anyone except for Nova, and I was planning on keeping it that way for the foreseeable future. The lure of her body throbbed and called as I forced myself to turn away.I warned myself that she was a siren, one of those dangerous creatures that made men crash their boats into rocks with sheer madness.Suddenly she moaned, and like an addict being offered another shot, I turned helplessly, eagerly, but she was only stretching in her sleep. One breast poked out, the nipple pink and innocent, I was transfixed to the spot at the beautiful and vulnerable
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.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