Everyone's eyes were drawn to her and Dante's conveyed confusion. "I..I had put pillows," she explained, feeling a sense of unease growing in the pit of her stomach. "Millie just said there were no pillows," Eviana pointed out, her voice laced with confusion, her brows furrowed. Maya's gaze was firmly locked on Dante, silently pleading with him to believe her. He should know that she would never put Vincent's safety at risk. He was her lifeline. "You must have imagined that you placed the pillows. It happens when we are exhausted," Eviana remarked with a sympathetic tone. "I..I don't think so," Maya replied, now a bit uncertain. Did she really imagine it? Did her mind really play a trick on her? Her eyes watered a she thought about it, his silence weighing heavily on her. Dante reached her in three strides and handed Vincent to her, letting her know he believed her. "I believe you," he declared. Relief washed over her tensed features, a tear of relief slipping down her eyes.
She hated how her heart would clench with fear whenever she saw him with another woman. She knew he was her, she knew he would never cheat on her but still, her insecurities always made her think of worse scenarios. Ignoring his majestic presence, she quietly fell in line behind Miguel. Miguel pulled a chair for her. She sat down after murmuring a "thank you" to him. He claimed the spot beside her and shook hands with the delegates. Her eyes drifted over to his table and this time she caught him looking right at her. She momentarily stilled, not expecting him to spot her so quickly. His eyes were intent on her, observing her with unwavering intensity. Miguel put a hand on her shoulder, causing her to look away. "Are you okay? I've been calling you," Miguel asked in concern. Maya quickly put on a fake smile."I am sorry. I spaced out, I guess," she replied. As the meeting began, she fought to concentrate only on it. Yet the heat of his gaze from across the room was impossible to ign
"Moan my name, baby. Let me hear it," he commanded in a low growl while fucking her in a ruthless tempo. "No," she refused in spite. She wasn't going to melt that easily. He increased the intensity of his thrusts, pushing her beyond her limit. She felt his cock driving in and out of her at a relentless tempo. "Say it," he demanded, impatient to hear her moan his name. "Migu...ooohhhh" he slammed in so hard that she blanked out a for a moment. Her body convulsed involuntarily as she felt freefalling into the whirlwind of euphoria. However, before she could take her dip, a sharp sting force stopped her. His fingers crushed her clit, denying her the utmost pleasure."You jerk," she whined in annoyance, even trying to hit him with her tightly clenched fists. But her punches barely hurt him. "You want it?" he questioned with a smug smirk. She looked up at him with her half-open eyes. "I hate you," she murmured, her mind wrapped in a thick haze of lust. She wished to glare at him
Carlos emerged from Dante's office, stopping short when he ran into Eviana in the hallway. His surprise evident as he asked, "What are you doing here?" "What do you mean? It's my fiance's company. I can visit whenever I want," Eviana responded with an arrogant edge, her gaze sharpening at the mere audacity of the question. Carlos wasn't surprised to hear disdain in her voice. "Fiance? When did that happen? When did he propose?" Carlos faked curiosity, his tone dripping with sarcasm. Eviana pinned him with an annoyed look. "Who are you exactly? Why should I share our intimate moments with you?" she retorted. Amusement shining in his eyes as he mocked "To share intimate moments, you should have them too, isn't it?" "Shut up," Eviana gritted out before storming past him and towards Dante's office. Carlos snorted as he noticed the lunchbox she carried with her. ......Eviana knocked once at the door before pushing it open. "May I come in," she asked, her red lips curled into a
Dante strolled in carrying a large polybag. His sturdy, tall build made her room feel unexpectedly small. He placed the polybag on the mattress and turned his gaze up on her. "It has insect repellent and other stuff you would need in Australia," he told her. She glanced at the bag briefly before reconnecting their gaze."Thank you," she replied, touched by his thoughtfulness. He gave a subtle nod before lapsing into a contemplative silence. "I am not going to Australia," he disclosed. 'You're not?" she asked, surprised by the revelation. "You were right. I am overthinking. I should support you instead of being jealous for no reason," he admitted sincerely. There would be no difference between him and Paulo if he also tried to control her. He was going to help her grow and find herself then clip her wings. Even if it meant, tormenting himself. A gentle warmth spread across her face after hearing his confession. She sauntered towards him and grasped his hand. Bringing it to her
He walked into the mansion. Without her presence, his home felt empty and dull, like she had taken all the light and warmth. "Exhausted?" Eviana remarked, catching his attention. She regarded him with a dazzling smile. Her glossy cinnamon-brown hair cascaded freely in rich, graceful waves- bouncing slightly as she walked towards him. Her see-through nightgown offering a tantalizing view of her voluptuous curves. A soft invitation to explore them. "I was waiting for you," she admitted, coming to a halt before him. "You don't have to wait for me," he spoke before looking away from her. "Why not? You are my friend. And now with Maya gone, it's my responsibility to look after you. To make sure you've eaten or not," she replied, her voice warm with sincerity. "Don't worry yourself for me. I've had my dinner," he told her. As much as she willed him, his eyes never slipped downward to her barely concealed body."Well, I am glad to hear that," she responded with a tight smile. He
After finishing the meeting, she was returning to her hotel when her car stopped at a red light. Her gaze drifted to the world outside her window. The sun had just set. Her mind wandered over to Dante, a smile flitted across her lips. He must be deep in his sleep right now. She still sometimes couldn't believe they were together. She still clearly remembered the day his car had bumped into her. Her faith in destiny had been reaffirmed since then.Her thought came to an abrupt halt when she caught a very familiar face among the crowd outside. The blood froze in her veins. But just as quickly as she saw him, he vanished. The person was gone in a flash. "Paulo," she whispered, both in disbelief and horror. She searched for him in the blur of moving people but to no avail. He just materialized and disappeared in a second. Was he really there? Or did she imagine him? How could he be in Australia? It had to be a misunderstanding but dread had settled deep within her. She was tempted
"You dare talk back? I will tear off your tongue," Paulo thundered as he slammed her head against the wall. "Leave me," she whimpered, feeling dizzy with pain. He threw her to the floor and drew his belt. "A girl who didn’t stay loyal to her own parents, how could she ever be loyal to me?" he sneered as he swung the belt in the air. "No," she screamed, bolting upright in the bed. She was drenched in sweat, her eyes wide with horror. She quickly reached out and turned on the light. As her nerves began to settle, tears claimed her eyes. She broke down into sobs, scared to her core. Extending her arm, she grabbed her phone and dialed him. Just one ring sounded before he answered the call. His beautiful face popped into her screen, making her sob harder. "What's wrong?" he demanded, worry etched his features. "I..I had a ni..nightmare," she stuttered out, barely able to form words. "You are fine. You are safe," he assured her. The need to get to her gnawed at his insides. His helpl
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