—JENNIFER—
I shuffled through the drawers in a hurry and stopped when I found what I've been searching for. With a relieved sigh, I took out the concealer and looked at my neck through the mirror.The bathroom doors swung open and, through the mirror, my eyes caught Christian coming out from the bathroom with only a towel wrapped around his waist.My eyes wandered all over his naked chest and stopped at the loose knot of his towel as I checked him out shamelessly.“ And then you complain about me not having control? “ He cocked his head in amusement as an arrogant smirk laced his lips.I huffed, partly because of the snarky comment and partly because of what he did last night. Averting my eyes from him, I focused back on the task at my hand.Mumbling about him being an intolerably hot ass jerk, I applied the concealer on my neck.I saw as he stopped abruptly while going towards the wardrobe and turned towards me.—JENNIFER—Multiple gasps and the voice of choking came from the kitchen. Christian's head whipped towards the direction while I looked down with my eyes tightly shut and my cheeks burning with embarrassment. “ What. The. Actual. Fuck?” Alex exclaimed. I felt Christian going still as he realised what he just did. Getting myself free from his hold, I stepped back and cleared my throat, nonchalantly. Everything fell so silent all of a sudden that one could even hear each other's breaths. When I looked up, All of them were standing in the kitchen, frozen and unmoving with their mouths open.“ Am I dreaming??” First one to react was Anya, but only her mouth moved and she kept standing frozen in her place. Beside me, Christian cleared his throat. “ Care to explain Mr. Brown?? “ Next was Alex as his face morphed into horror. “ It's ju-I tried to say, I don't know what, but was interrupted by Cally. “ Are you two fucking?? “ She gasped, pushing me further into embarrassment. “ What?
—JENNIFER—The next whole week was not the best of my life as Christian would leave before I woke up and come back after I fell asleep.The brown empire is having its silver jubilee next week and they are planning on announcing a big project in the event. So Christian was busy in preparations. Though he would call me at least once In the day but It wasn't enough and I was missing him badly. I tried being up until he came back at night but my study wouldn't allow me. I had exams on my head and Christian strictly restrained me from doing this. It was Valentine's day, and I couldn't be more unlucky to not even be able to see my Valentine's face. Sighing in frustration, I took a shower and got ready to leave for the university. I couldn't have breakfast alone so I would usually skip it now and eat something in the cafeteria with my girls. As soon as I stepped inside the campus, I regretted leaving the penthouse. I watch
—JENNIFER—The whole entrance was filled with rose petals and red heart balloons. The walls were decorated with colourful lightning all the way to the living area where a big heart was made on the wall with the lights. In that heart, there was written ‘I love you’ with the red balloons. Christian emerged from behind the wall and stood in front of me with a soft smile. I watched all of it mesmerised as I walked up towards him, through that rose petal entrance that he made for me. I didn't realise when my eyes started talking to glisten out of all the happiness that I was feeling in that moment. Here I was thinking that he doesn't even remember it but he was busy doing all of this.His hand came up to be offered in front of me as I reached near him. “ So Mrs. Brown, will you be my valentine?? “ He asked with a gentle smile. I looked at his offered hand and then at his face before whispering. “ Yes.”
—JENNIFER—“ I would like to take what I want roughly.” My eyes went wide as the heat crippled to my neck and cheeks. My insides trembled wildly, understanding the meaning behind his words very well. The stress he put on the word ‘roughly’, felt right on my clit, making it throb in need. Collecting my scattered sanity, I cleared my throat and stood up, rounding the area and standing in front of him. His eyes followed all the way and cocked his brow at me as I offered my hand to him. “ Dance?? “ I asked. His lips twitched upwards in a smirk as he placed his hand in mine and stood up. “ Sure!!” Grabbing my phone from the couch behind, I played Ruth B’s song ‘Dandelions’.I turned back and offered my hand again to Christian. He took it happily and we started swaying slowly on the song. His hands came down to rest on my waist as I encircled my arms around his neck.His constant gaze on my f
—CHRISTIAN—Last two weeks have been so busy for me and my whole company. We were celebrating the twenty-fifth anniversary of the Brown Empire. The preparations didn't let any of us take a leisurely breath for the past two weeks. Though I managed to get three hours to celebrate Valentine's Day with Jennifer and then after that again, we couldn't get time to even talk. The party was tomorrow evening and finally we all heaved a sigh of relief as the work was done. It was almost 3:00 in the evening, knowing that Jennifer must be about to get free from her classes, I decided to go and pick her up from her university. “ I'm leaving home, James. Let me know if anything comes up. ” I said, closing the laptop and getting up from the chair. “ Alright sir!! “ He answered, opening the door of my office before I exited and walked out. It didn't take much time to reach her university since it was near to my office building. I parked the car at the side and climbed out. Students were leaving t
—JENNIFER—I stared helplessly and annoyingly at more than twenty dresses In front of me as the manager of this luxury showroom that we were sitting in was trying to make me choose one of them, or maybe all of them. Because my dearest husband was definitely in the plan of buying me all of them. “ Mrs. Brown, These colours will look really great on you.” The manager said, coming back with a mauve coloured dress hanging on her one arm and a wine coloured on the other. “ How many goddamned dresses do they have?? “ I grunted under my breath, tired of all this. I felt it was all unnecessary. I mean, my closet is literally flooded with all the expensive clothes and he has dragged me here to buy more?? Hah!! Not that I'm not liking being pampered. But this is too much. He can't just waste his money like this. “ Princess!!” Christian's voice pulled me back from my thoughts. We both turned to see as a faint voice came from a distance. It was a woman, standing near the ball gown section
—JENNIFER—“ Coming to help you.” He shrugged, opening the door fully “ What?? No. Call someone else, ple-My protests were in vain as he stepped inside the trail room, walking past me without even pretending to be listening to my words. I huffed as he turned back to face me. His hand shot up to grab my wrist as he pulled w towards himself and turned both of us to face the mirror. He spun me around so that now I had my back pressed up against his front. His hands were resting on either side of my waist as he stared into my eyes through the mirror. My breaths turned heavy because of his constant gaze on me. “ Someone will barge in.” My words were whispers because suddenly the already small trail room started to feel even smaller, hotter. “ I don't care.” He said, bending down to nuzzle his face into my hair and inhaling them. I felt goosebumps arising on my skin as his hands travelled up from my waist to my arms and then taking their way towards my shoulders. “ Christian don't.
—JENNIFER—Giving a last brush of the blush on my cheek, I placed it back and applied a nude pink lipstick on my lips. I braided my front hair in two french braids and pinned them, leaving some of the loose strands falling on my face. Giving myself a last look in the mirror, I pushed behind the long hair from my strapless shoulder. Nodding satisfiedly, I headed out and found Christian sitting on the couch with his laptop. “ Are you gonna keep working today also?? “ I asked, stopping before him. He raised his head slowly, taking his eyes from my visible leg through the slit and then up at my face. I raised my brow as he checked me out, shamelessly. “ Like what you see, Mr. Brown?? “ I asked, narrowing my eyes at him. “ Very much, Mrs. Brown.” He stands up, closing his laptop. I stepped back immediately, not wanting to smudge my lipstick at all. “ Can I ruin that lipstick of yours?? “ He asked, taking a step towards me. Why the hell do I always forget about his mind reading ski
JENNIFER The next few days were spent with everyone celebrating my memory regaining and for our soon to be born child. Mom and Dad disclosed the whole truth about Catherine and I was just happy that they at least told me whatever it was. I was upset for being lied to but never angry. It eases their tension and we are back to normal. I looked at the clock and then towards the main door. With a sigh filled with disappointment, I had just turned back when the click of the door opening had me turning back again only to see my husband dearest entering with a bag in his hand. “You’re home.” I exclaimed, with a relieved smile while mentally thanking God. At first glance, he looked the same as when he’d left— black shirt, black pants, hauntingly beautiful face—but a closer look revealed the quiet storm brewing in his eyes. “You asked me to come home.” He watched, body still but gaze burning like an open flame, as I closed the distance between us. “So here I am.” His rough velvet
JENNIFER When I opened my eyes, my head felt heavy. It was hurting like someone had crushed it under a car wheel. With a wince of pain, I opened my eyes and the first thing I landed my eyes on was a pair of black eyes. Two moments of unblinking stare into those worry filled eyes before I took a sigh of relief. “ Christian!” I called out his name in my weak and hazy voice and saw him practically relaxing. As if a burden was taken away from her chest. “ Princess! You are awake.” His voice was filled with relief. “ What do you think?” I joked at his obvious question. A small sigh left his lips before a soft smile appeared as he bent down to kiss my forehead. “ You scared the shit out of me.” He murmured, straightening back. “ What? I don't remember anything?” I asked and he froze in his place. “ You don't remember anything?” He asked, repeating my words and emphasised on the last word. Now it was my turn to freeze in my place. I paused and all the events of the past
CHRISTIAN “Hello, Raphael.” I examined Jennifer’s stalker, who was strung up with heavy cuffs locking his arms and legs into a vertical spread- eagle position. Nails pinned his palms to the wall behind them, while black and blue bruises mottled his body like an obscene piece of abstract art. We were in the warehouse I’d bought for this specific purpose. Remote, soundproofed, and guarded enough that an ant couldn’t crawl across the floor without me knowing. Not all of my guys were okay with dirty work, which was fine. I only needed a few who were, and they’d done their job prepping the bastard for me. I couldn’t have him waiting too comfortably while I tended to Jennifer. My gaze flicked to the floor. A small pool of blood stained the smooth grey concrete. That was also fine. It will grow soon enough. Raphael’s face was so beaten up it was unrecognisable, but the heat of his glare made me smile. He had a bit of fight left in him. Good. That would make our session so much m
JENNIFER I slept in until almost noon the next day. It was the latest I’d ever woken up, but the previous day’s events had taken their toll. Even after a solid sixteen hours of rest, fogginess clouded my brain as I walked to the kitchen. Being drugged and kidnapped. Finding out my husband dearest has a brother about which I still have to ask him, Nearly dying, then getting rescued by Christian, and sort of/kind of making up with him. I’d had time to process, so it was easier to wrap my head around what happened, but yesterday was so surreal I still felt like I was walking on the edge of a dream. It was Monday, so I’d expected Christian to be at work. But when I entered the sun-splashed kitchen, I found him standing by the espresso machine, dressed in a black shirt and pants instead of his usual suit. I blinked with surprise. “You’re here.” I asked and he turned back swiftly as if pulled back harshly from another world. I guess I disturbed his thoughts. “It is my house,” he s
CHRISTIAN She’s here. She’s safe. I repeated the words in my head as I held Jennifer tight. Tiny shivers rippled through her body, and even though she was almost as tall as me, she felt fragile. Breakable. Fierce protectiveness burned in my chest. “It’s all right, princess,” I murmured. “You’re okay. You’re safe.” She buried her face deeper in my neck, her soft sobs twisting my heart like a wrung-out rag. Her hold on me felt like I was the only trustable and safe place for her. It felt like the old times, before her accident. It felt like I was holding her again for the first time in years, but this wasn’t how I’d wanted it to be. Not with her bruised, hurt, and terrified. Something struck my mind and my one hand automatically moved towards her belly. I felt my heart clenching in my chest at the thought of any possible harm to our child. The relief I’d felt at seeing her alive gave way to renewed rage. My cold gaze found Rapheal over Jennifer’s shoulder. He should pray t
Jennifer Lights washed across my vision at the force of the impact, but I didn’t have time to waste. I slammed my wrists down as hard as I could behind me until the frayed rope snapped against the protrusion. Luckily, Raphael hadn’t tied my legs, and I stumbled to the door. I almost made it before strong hands yanked me back. I hit the floor with a thud. Raphael pinned me to the ground and manacled my wrists above my head. “Let go of me!” I struggled against his hold. “You’re mine,” he said calmly, like we were at a picnic in the park and he wasn’t holding me hostage. “It’ll be so much easier if you give in, Jennifer. I don’t want to hurt you.” I couldn’t keep struggling forever. My energy was already fading, my muscles sore and my thoughts jumbled with panic. I turned my head a fraction to the right, and my breath hitched when I saw my purse lying a few feet away. My taser. I always kept it on me because since Christian forced me to do it. If I could only reach it… Raphae
JENNIFER A prickle of sensation dragged me from the dark, murky wells of unconsciousness. It started as a tingle in my fingers and toes. Then it was the hard press of wood beneath my thighs. Finally, it was the rough abrasion of ropes around my wrists and a pounding pain behind my eyes. I didn’t know what was going on. All I knew was, it hurt, and my throat was dry, and my head throbbed like someone had shoved a jackhammer or ten in there. Concrete anchors dragged down my lids. The darkness wasn’t soft and gentle like the gradual drift to sleep. It was endless and menacing, like the weight of the earth after being buried alive. I forced my lungs to expand past my rising panic. Breathe. Think. What happened? I struggled to sort through the day’s events. I remembered meeting my friends at the cafe. Morris running to the restroom. Nausea, dizziness, stumbling out for air…and the cold press of a gun against my ribcage. A voice, then blackness. Oh God. I’d been kidnapped. Th
JENNIFER A sharp stab of concern pulled my brows together. “Do you need to sit down? You don’t look so good.” Actually, I didn’t feel great either. My usual lethargy intensified and tugged at my limbs and eyelids. Morris’ face swam before me until I blinked the blurriness away. “Yes, I”—he gripped the edge of the table. “I”— his face turned ghostly white before flushing the crimson. “Stay here. I’ll be right back.” He bolted toward the bathroom. The door slammed shut. A second later, I heard the faint but unmistakable sound of vomiting. My own stomach twisted at the noise. I hoped we hadn’t gotten food poisoning, but something was clearly wrong. My vision blurred again. This time, blinking didn’t help. I stood, hoping the change in altitude would clear my head, but an instant wave of dizziness forced me back into my seat. What is going on? I’d only had tea and a pastry. Could you even get food poisoning from tea and pastries? Black dots danced in front of my eyes, and panic
—JENNIFER— As soon as our mouths collided, I felt colours bursting behind my eyelids, making them shut up automatically. Christian went frozen at my unexpected stunt and couldn't even move for a long moment. For myself, I was in shock about how the mouth of this cold man could be so warm and soft. I didn't give it any thought so I was as stunned as him at my own action and couldn't even move out of shock until I felt his hands coming up to grab my waist and he pulled me into himself. My body felt burns and chills at the same time where his fingers were digging into my skin in a firm but not painful hold. Suddenly I was too conscious about the things that his touch was making me feel. The pause we both took out of shock had me thinking for a moment that he would pull back but instead, he tilted his mouth and deepened the kiss with a sudden force that I almost lost my step. A gasp of shock couldn't find a place to escape me because of the way his mouth was perfectly occupying m