She followed him to a quiet corridor, bereft of human presence. He paused in the middle of the passageway and turned off the light, plunging the space into darkness. "What happened?" she asked, having picked on his bitter mood. She approached him in quick steps when he didn't answer, her brows furrowed in worry. "Is everything.." her voice was cut off as he yanked her by her throat, pushing her against the wall. Her eyes grew large with utter shock upon meeting his gaze. His eyes were swirling with a violent rage, cutting through him like sharp blades. "What were you two talking about?" he demanded, his voice deranged into a dangerous growl. She shivered, scared but aroused too. "About you," she answered submissively. "Did you tell him about us?" he questioned, his face creeping closer. She shook her head. He clenched his jaw as if her response had displeased him. Gripped by a sudden burst of jealousy, he captured her lips in a demanding, possessive kiss. It wasn't a gentle
His dad gaped at her for a long moment, his face awash with disbelief. However, the shock soon morphed into bitter anger. "What the fuck is she doing here?" he gritted out, his eyes narrowing into slits, cutting through her like sharp blades. His hostile tone prompted her to recoil, tears pooled in her eyes. Dante's hand shot out, catching her wrist before she could retreat further. Mr. Diaz's gaze snapped to their joined hands. His brows furrowed together in confusion. "She is with me," Dante declared, his tone edged with steel. Maya craned her neck to look at him. A stern expression clouded his features. Mr. Diaz's gaze flickered between them as he struggled to make sense of what he was seeing."Do you have no shame left in you?" Mr Diaz reprimanded Maya, his icy glare so vehement, it could freeze her to spot. "Don't talk to her like that," he expressed his disapleasure. He didn't care he was her father, no one had the right to demean her. No one. "Mr. Martinez, have you forgo
The sunroof slid back, revealing a jet-ink sky dotted with stars.She admired the cosmic sight and whispered, "Beautiful." Dante turned his eyes to her, bewitched by the serene smile that graced her lips. She stood up and closed her eyes, savoring the rush of cool air against her skin. The locks of her hair dancing in the wind, framing a face that radiated joy and thrill. As he watched her, a fierce emotion welled up in his chest. He was enchanted. Angel. She was an angel, oppressed by the world but still untainted by its malevolence. She was the manifestation of his dreams. He was tempted to grab her face and kiss the life out of her but at the same time, he wanted her to savor the moment. So he ignored his temptation and stepped on it, turning his car into a racing machine to make the experience more thrilling for her. The road was empty, leading to God knows where. "Stop," she shouted in excitement. Dante shot a confused look before slowing his car. As soon as the car stopped,
He woke up to her sleeping on his chest. Half of her naked body was over him and the rest was pressed firmly against his. He smiled, watching her sleeping so peacefully in his embrace filled him with a familiar warmth. He wrapped her long strand around his finger and began playing with it. A while later, her eyes fluttered before they opened slowly. "Good morning," he whispered before kissing her lips. She smiled, showing her pearly teeth to him. He pecked her teeth too. They showered together, again indulging in the lustful game of desire. They had lost count of how many times they had fucked. Desire was always overflowing, urges wild and irrepressible. He was leaning back in the bathtub with her on his lap. His gaze intent on her as she bobbed up and down his cock. A roguish smile played over his lips as she gasped in pleasure while swallowing him to his roots. He loved the effect he had on her. ........ Maya asked the maids to prepare a special menu tonight but most of them i
She closed the door and sank in a heap on the floor. She was so disappointed, so utterly ashamed of herself. How would she ever meet Dante's eyes after embarrassing him in front of his family and friend? How could she be such a failure? The incident had caused her self-confidence to wither. She always makes wrong decisions and embarrasses others. "Maya," his voice laced with concern cut through her thoughts. She didn't respond. He crouched behind her and implored, "Look at me, sweetheart." She shook her head, sobbing even harder now. His gentleness was only making her more emotional. "Please," she sobbed, hiding her face between her knees. He came in front of her and cradled her red cheeks. Holding them gently, he lifted her face. Her cheeks were soaked with tears, her eyes red-rimmed and her face clouded with sorrow. "I am sorry," she apologized, her chin wobbling. Dante wiped away her tears. She raised her sorrowful eyes to his and explained "I didn't mean to embarrass you in f
"Good Morning, Glinda," Maya regarded the old maid with a warm smile as she descended the stairs. Glinda wished her back but her smile quite didn't reach her eyes. Maya caught on to that. "Is everything okay?" she questioned, approaching her. The old lady looked hesitant for a moment. "Mr. Martinez has given orders to dismiss the kitchen staff," she disclosed. Maya was shocked to hear that. "All of them?" she asked, perplexed. "I informed him about how they treated you. He got furious and told me to fire them first thing tomorrow morning," she explained. Now it made sense. She wasn't pleased to hear it. "But I can't bring myself to fire them. Most of them are the sole providers of their families. Lily bears the expenses of her three kids, Jenny has an ill mother," she shared her concern. It was wrong of them to mistreat Maya but being snatched of their livelihood was a bit too much. Maya agreed. She understood where they came from. Their loyalty towards Dante had caused them to
Eviana moved towards her, her gaze sweeping over her with a curious appraisal."I haven't rescued her," Dante answered, slightly irritated. For some reason, he didn't like the statement. Eviana didn't respond. Maya grew self-conscious as she noticed her eyes linger on her scars. The woman smiled when their eyes met. Maya reciprocated the smile, her steps languid as she descended the stairs. "I am Eviana, Dante's childhood friend and his first-ever girlfriend," she beamed, drawing Maya into a hug. Maya shot a glance towards Dante, who responded with a shake of his head. She shifted her gaze back to sparkling Eviana. Her golden locks echoed her radiant personality. Her green eyes "Maya," she replied, gently stepping away from the hug. "I know, Katty told me about you" Eviana responded, smiling. Maya's smile faltered at the mention of Mrs. Martinez. Eviana took her hand and offered her a comforting smile.She said, "don't worry, I don't believe in everything I heard. I prefer kno
"It's a funny story," he answered before kissing the top of her head. She was curious now. "A boy in our class was pressuring her to get into a relationship with him. To dodge him, she asked me to be her pretend boyfriend. We acted the part until she had to leave for London," he explained. Understanding dawned on Maya. "Did you ever confront that boy?" she asked. "Not really. I saw him talking to Eviana a few times but he never bothered me," Dante replied. Maya hummed quietly. For some reason, she wasn't convinced. Something was lurking in her eyes when she said she was his girlfreind, something that made her instincts prickle. However, she knew she had no right to be jealous. What they had was still nameless. It was more than just friendship but less than a relationship. There was no confession or declaration..................After taking a shower, she concealed all her scars and went downstairs for breakfast. She spotted Eviana and Dante on the table as soon as she stepped in.
DANTE POVFirst-sight love never made sense to me until she looked into my eyes and conquered my forlorn heart. What no one could do in years, she did it in just one look. And suddenly, I was obsessed, hopelessly smitten with a girl 10 years younger than me. I found msyelf counting stars at night, daydreaming about her, and touching myself while thinking about her. Damn! I was looking forward to getting married to her and starting a family together. She had been so firmly etched into my heart. But all my dreams came crashing to the ground when she confessed her feelings for another man to me. I didn't know heartache could be this devastating. Fuck! I couldn't even breathe properly for a week. It hurt to breathe, to exist. I don't know if it was my love for her or my grief that God returned her to me. Call me selfish, but I was happy their relationship didn't work out. I was happy that she lost her feelings for him. Her heart was broken and I was determined to heal it. If need be, I
Dante plucked fresh red blooms from the garden. Getting rid of the thorns, he bound them together with a ribbon and headed straight towards their room. The fresh morning breeze played with his hair as he walked through the front porch. The house was quiet right now but not for long. The moment his kids would wake up, his quiet sanctuary was going to turn into a rooster house. Everyone predicted right. Their daughter was indeed a handful. From the moment she learned to walk, she was always running- leaving a trail of chaos in her wake. As for little Vincent, he would join his sister in everything she does. And amid the whirlwind of noise and destruction their kids caused, it was Maya who bore the brunt of it all.He gently pushed the door open and walked in to find Maya asleep. A smile formed on his lips as he gazed at her. Her unparalleled beauty made his heart ache with love. He had taken a day off today so she could rest. He was guilty of not being there as much as he should. His w
She screamed her throat raw but that stubborn baby didn't budge from its place. Maya, coated in sweat, was already exhausted. She could tell this baby was going to be a handful. "Push," Dante encouraged her, giving a squeeze to her hand. Maya pushed harder, tears welling up in her eyes. She had never strained her body this much in life before. Indeed becoming a mother was like taking another birth. "We can see the head," the doctor stated. Maya's emotions were running high at the moment. She loved her baby with all her heart but she needed him/her to come out already. It was hurting beyond her tolerance. But despite the pain, she pushed harder. The excitement to see her baby couldn't be surpassed by any pain. Dante stroked her arm, desperate to bring her comfort. He wished he could take away her pain but that was impossible. The nature was unfair considering that both partners share the pleasure of creating life but the pain is reserved only for women. He couldn't even imagine the
Maya placed the portrait on the wall where she could see it from her bed. There were tons of pictures taken on their wedding day and this one was her absolute favorite. It was the picture of her, him, and Vincent, radiant with happiness. Her hand hovered before she traced his face, her touch lingering as memories of that day swirled around her. She smiled, her heart overflowing with love and gratitude. Just then a pair of hands came to rest on her waist. Her smile deepened as she noticed his reflection in the portrait. "I want this to be my second view in the morning," she told him. He placed his chin on her shoulder, eye holding hers. "And what's your first view?" Dante asked, his warm breath caressing the curve of her neck. She turned in his embrace, her gaze lifting to meet his. Even though small, she fit so perfectly against him. This woman had him wrapped around her tiny fingers. "You," she answered, a soft smile tugging at her lips. Dante was tempted to drink on that."So,
Submission isn't only for wars, love demands it too. And in love, when one surrenders, they gain the joy of belonging. To belong to someone is a blessing wrapped in love and trust. Just like the moon belongs to sky, rivers belong to oceans, she belongs to Dante. Only family and friends were invited to their wedding as they wanted to keep it low profile. She stepped out of her room to find her parents waiting. Mr. and Mrs. Diaz froze at first before gentle tears claimed their eyes as they saw her ready to start a new chapter of her life. "How do I look?" she asked sheepishly. Her wedding gown was stunning, she didn't know if she was doing justice to it. "Beautiful," Mrs. Diaz replied, approaching her. "Then why are you both crying?" Maya asked, her eyes drifting to her dad. "You'll understand the day you'll wed off your daughter," Mrs. Diaz told her while adjusting her neckpiece. Maya understood. Seeing their children start a new life must be an emotional moment for parents.
A faint cry of pain slipped from her mouth as she woke up to a crushing headache. She blinked against the harsh white light piercing her vision. "Maya," her mother called. Maya slightly turned her head to find her parents seated beside her. "Where is Dante?" she asked in a whisper. Anxiety etched across her face as she remembered the last night. They had met an accident. Dante had covered her with his body. That's all she remembered. "He is fine," Mrs. Diaz assured her. Maya searched her eyes for any lie but there was none. "My baby?" she asked dreadfully. Her heart began to hammer vigorously against her chest. She didn't know how she would endure if something had happened to her child. "Baby is fine too," she told her. Her eyes blurred with tears of relief. "Ssshh..my child. Everything is fine now," Mr. Diaz consoled her. "I want to see him," she implored through her tears. She had to make sure he was fine. She was not able to recover from the horror they experienced last ni
"We did it," Maya exclaimed, bursting with joy. The thrill lingered until the biting chill of the air nipped at her skin, causing her to tremble. Just as the cold began to seep deeper, a sudden unexpected warmth engulfed her. Startled, she turned to see Dante gently wrapping a scarf around her shoulder. His eyes filled with tender emotions.She pulled the scarf together, her heart swelling with tender love."City looks so beautiful from up here," Maya said, dazzled by the sight of lights glimmering across the hillside. Smiling, Dante stepped forward. "But this is not why I brought you here," he revealed, confusing her. She turned to look at him. He raised his hand and pointed a finger towards the sky. Her breath caught as her eyes widened in awe, her gaze drinking in the breathtaking beauty of the glittering night sky. He stood behind her, his chest touching her back. "Ain't they beautiful?" he asked softly. She nodded, caught in the beauty of the sky. He couldn't help but marvel at
Maya locked eyes with Katty. A maid had told her that Mrs. Martinez was waiting for her in the living room. She had no idea why she wanted to see her but she had a hunch that it was related to her pregnancy. She had decided she would refuse outrightly if she asked her to abort her child. Mrs. Martinez offered her a soft smile as she rose from the couch. Maya reciprocated with a hesitant smile of her own. "Since Dante isn’t around, I thought it was the ideal time to meet you." Katty started, deepening her sense of unease. "Why..why did you want to see me?" Maya asked, her guards up."You are glowing," Katty noted before adding in a friendly manner, "Pregnancy does that to you." Her eyes drifted to her belly where her grandkid was growing. The warmth in her gaze didn't escape Maya's notice."Thank you," she replied, smiling genuinely. She was glowing not because of her pregnancy but because of him. Her son was the reason behind her happiness. Dante was on cloud nine since he heard
She yanked him closer. Her hands moving with an urgency as she began undressing his chiseled frame. She traced the hard contours of his chest with her palm, the beats of his heart sending a fluttering sensation through her core. He was fascinating- sculpted like a statue. Perfection. The sexual attraction she felt for him was insane—the aching need to have his body wrap around hers. He ripped open his shirt, the buttons scattering across the floor with a sharp clatter. After that, he grabbed the fabric of her nightdress and tore it open with a ripping sound that mimicked her urgency. They both were burning in the inferno of desire. Gripping her wide hips, he drew her against his erection. With a titillating grinding motion, he moved it against her pulsating tender flesh. She moaned, her senses unraveling with need. Desire overwhelmed her to the point she wanted to cry. "Dante," she moaned breathlessly, he was teasing her relentlessly. "What do you want, baby?" he demanded in hoars