He looked over her shoulder and caught two dogs approaching them. He knew she feared dogs. She had divulged on one of their dates. He felt her going tense in his arms as a dog let out a bark. She buried her face into his chest and held onto him with all her strength. She didn't care how inappropriate she was being as her mind was consumed with fear. "Relax. They won't do anything," he assured her in a gentle tone. He knew these dogs and had even fed them during his morning walks. They only knew barking. The dogs recognized him too and began circling him, hoping for a treat. However, Dante didn't have anything on him right now. He made a mental note to reward them tomorrow morning. As they stood skin to skin- the heat of her body melting into his- his thoughts ran wild. He could feel her every curve pressed firmly against his, beckoning him to feel them with his mouth. The softness of her body was teasing his senses, intensifying the aching need that consumed him. If only she knew he
She kept glancing his way from under her thick lashes every now and then. The contents of her dream replaying in her head over and over again, filling her mind with inappropriate thoughts. Her face heated up as she gazed keenly at his lips. That delicious-looking mouth. She could still feel the torrent of excitement that had swept over her when his lips had crashed down onto hers. It had felt so real. Her skin tingled with a rush of goosebumps at the mere thought of it. "What's wrong?" he questioned, breaking her away from her thoughts. She glanced up at him and found him frowning. Her eyes wide as she struggled to come up with an answer. "Nothing," she replied, grimacing. He didn't look convinced but dropped the topic. ..........After dinner, she went to her room and decided to watch a movie to distract her mind. She managed to keep him out of her mind but when a romantic scene came up, he returned quickly. She felt her heartbeat picking up its pace as the man kissed the woman.
For a moment, she was too stunned to react. She sat frozen like a statue while he sucked vigorously on her mouth with a fervent longing. Biting into her lower lip, he forced her to open her mouth. He deepened the kiss by shoving his tongue into her mouth, igniting a blaze of desire within her. All her inhibitions burnt to ashes and her skin glowed like a thousand fireflies dancing beneath it. His intensity took her breath away. She had never known a man could kiss with such all-consuming passion. His hands were holding her in place while his mouth devoured her as if a starving man savoring his first meal in eternity. Even though he was kissing her mouth, she felt the hot sensation spreading throughout her body. Electric tingles coursed through her. Overcame by desire, she eagerly kissed him back. Her tongue moved against his in a sweet tango of desire. However, she couldn't match up with his overwhelming fervor no matter how hard she tried. He was kissing her with every ounce of his
Her gaze shot down to the floor as he turned to face her. She opened her mouth to speak, "I am not usually this.." she gulped, very embarrassed of her last night's behavior. She continued through the knot in her throat, "......this forward. I.." "It wasn't your fault. It was me," he interrupted her. She didn't need to explain herself when it wasn't her fault. It was he who lost his control and took advantage of her vulnerability. "But I..""Let's forget it ever happened, Miss Diaz," Dante said. His eyes of their own gravitated towards her lips. Those juicy, delicious lips. They beckoned him to steal another taste of their sweetness. They still bore the mark of his passion. If only they were his, he would have devoured them day and night. "Okay," she replied, snapping him out of his trance. He gave her an absent nod in response and left the room. Maya released a heavy sigh and gazed down at the baby who was already looking up at her...........Since the day she had arrived in his
Standing in the doorway, Maya watched as they helped him onto the bed. She decided against going inside as Carlos was also there. Even though his face didn't reveal much, she knew it must be hurting like hell. He was badly injured. Who could know it better than her who had a rich experience when it came to wounds and pain? "I'll make sure that brat gets what he deserves," Carlos said while adjusting the pillow behind his back. Dante didn't respond. His gaze absently darted towards the door and lit up with something when found her in the doorway. She mustered a hesitant smile. "Miss Diaz, come inside," he urged her, prompting everyone's attention towards her. She moved inside with tentative steps. "Do you need something? I'll get it for you" she asked, wanting to help him. Dante shook his head. "I am fine. Thank you for asking," he responded softly. She nodded. "What happened?" a voice suddenly echoed before someone darted past her, heading straight towards him."I am fine, Mom
Before she could understand, his lips were on hers. It was an unplanned, raw expression of desire burning just beneath his skin. The intensity was conveyed promptly as her eyes fluttered close in sweet surrender. He passionately moved his lips over hers, leaving her dizzy with desire. Raw and fervent, he kissed her without inhibitions. It felt as though their lips had collided in an explosion of passion. Teeth grazed lips, she didn't delay kissing him back, letting him know he wasn't the only one burning in the inferno of longing. She was breathless and delirious when he released her mouth. His eyes were transfixed on her face while hers remained closed as she struggled to catch her breath. Her wild locks were curtaining her face, her cheeks were adorned with a faint blush, her lips were swollen and red. She looked ravished and he wasn't sorry. If anything, he longed to steal her breath like this every day.She opened her eyes to meet his. He caught something different in her blue sa
The woman closed the door and leaned against it. Raising her light trembling hand, she clutched her chest to calm her racing heart. A whirlwind of emotions stirring deep within her, the warmth of his lips still lingered on hers. Her mouth curved into a smile of its own as she replayed the moment in her head. Now instead of calming down, her heartbeat accelerated. Why would it not? She was still not over the masculine energy he had exuded while kissing her. She hadn't expected him to be this passionate, this wild. And his eyes....she struggled to breathe as she recalled the fiery intensity in his eyes. His smoldering gaze had melted her into a pool of water. Instinctively, she flicked out her tongue and ran it over her lips, feeling the bruises he had rewarded her with. He was ferocious. Climbing onto her bed, she buried her face into her pillow. grinning hard. It was certain, sleep wasn't going to come to her now. The sun was already up and Vincent would be awake in a few hours anywa
A pang pierced her heart as she helped him. She didn't like the sight of him bound to a wheelchair. She preferred him standing on his feet, towering over others with his tall stature. She had never met a man who could match his grace. She vividly remembered her first impression of him. The man had effortlessly dominated the entire room with his powerful presence. The mighty authority he radiated in the party had left her on edge. That had also influenced her decision. Back then she couldn't imagine marrying someone with such a commanding personality. His overpowering masculine energy had scared her. And his reserved nature had only solidified her decision. Back then she was just a girl who liked boys, not men. And he was a man- through and through. But now she was mesmerized by him. His imposing demeanor and authoritative voice ignited her desire without an effort. It wasn't just his dazzling looks or rugged physique but the way he carried himself; with confidence and poise that drew
Dante gazed down at his angel, a soft smile curving his lips. Gently, he wrapped a lock of her silky hair around his finger, twirling it absentmindedly. A few months ago, if someone had dared to tell him this moment would be real—that he would have her by his side—he might have laughed bitterly or even snapped their jaw for mocking his feelings. He still, sometimes, couldn't believe she was really here. He recalled the day she had suddenly appeared before his car. It was impossible to recognize her, as her face was caked in dirt, her clothes torn, and her eyes closed. She looked completely different from her earlier self, but something in him recognized her despite her disheveled state. He was utterly shocked and distraught to find her like that. But they were past those days. Now that they were together, he was determined to fill her life with love and happiness. He had already prepared her divorce papers and the day he would find Paulo, he'd make him sign the paper so that he could
Eviana bristled as she saw them together, walking in through the door, hand in hand. Her fists clenched, jealousy burning through her veins.For a brief moment, her eyes met Maya's. The frown on Eviana's mouth quickly curved into a smile, but Maya responded with cold indifference. She wasn't going to get fooled by her fakeness any longer."I am so happy you came back," Eviana approached them, speaking in a sickly sweet voice. "This is my home. Of course, I was coming back," Maya responded curtly, not buying her lies. From today on, she was going to trust her instincts. Eviana's smile hardened. "Of course, of course. The way you left, I thought you wouldn't come back until Dante had ground his nose to your feet," she joked before coming to a stop in front of her and continuing, "Please, forget about everything that happened. I can understand how embarrassed you must have felt while apologizing to me. In honesty, I also didn't like Dante's forci." She stopped to gauge her reaction. "
Dante stood taller, his piercing eyes firmly locked on her as she descended the stairs. "Come home with me," his silent command rang clearly in the air, his stare unwavering."I am staying here tonight," she answered, her voice cold. Dante's jaw tightened in strong disapproval. "Why?" he gritted out, his voice low and dangerous. "This is her home. She doesn't need your permission to stay here," Mr. Diaz cut in. "This is not her home," Dante asserted, gaze still locked with her. Maya looked away, breaking their eye contact. "You better leave now. I will not come with you," she refused, folding her arms over her chest as if protecting herself. Though her voice was persistent, the furrow in her brows betrayed the conflict brewing beneath her calm facade. She avoided eye contact with him, afraid she might give in to his demand if she did. "Stop acting like a child and come with me," Dante insisted, a hint of frustration in his voice. "Don't make me call guards, Dante," Mr. Diaz war
"What's wrong with her?" Katty had written below the pictures she had shared with Dante over the chatting app.It was pictures of Maya and a man whose face wasn't clear. The photos were taken from behind the man, with only Maya’s face visible as he carried her in his arms. Dante burned with jealousy. His eyes burned holes through the screen as he struggled to suppress his rage. He didn't respond to Katty, instead, he called Maya. She didn't answer, further fueling his anger.Seething, he stormed out of his office and drove to hers. .......Maya was surprised to learn that Dante had come to see her. Despite her craving to see him, she told her P.A to not let him in. The bruise he had inflicted on her ego was still fresh and hurting. Despite her clear instruction, the door of her room flew open a few moments later, startling her. She looked up to find him stalking toward her. His face- a mask of pure rage. She got to her feet, feeling intimidated by the oppressive aura he exuded. "Wh
"You okay?" Miguel questioned after noticing her dour mood. "I am good," Maya answered flatly. Her lips pursed by suppressed fury. "Alright. Get up. We have somewhere to be," Miguel prompted her. Maya frowned. "Where to? You didn't say anything about going anywhere" she asked"It was last minute," he stated. Maya drew a sigh before getting to her feet. He hadn't stopped calling and messaging her since morning. But her anger hadn't eased a bit. Actually, she was more hurt than angry. She cut yet another call and followed Miguel out. She was determined to not forgive him this easily. He pulled over in front of a restaurant. They took their seat at the table in the corner. "Who are we meeting?" Maya questioned, drawing out her tab from the bag to jot down notes. "They'll be here any minute," Miguel said, taking a quick glance at his watch. Maya nodded while Miguel beckoned a waiter."Two drinks for us," he ordered. Maya didn't object. She was also craving something strong to fo
"Don't try me," he warned her, adopting a tone he had never used with her before. Maya was stunned, heartbroken. "What's wrong with you?" Maya retorted, not able to understand why he was being such a jerk to her. Dante let out an exasperated sigh. "Just apologize to Eviana," he said. "I won't," Maya refused outrightly. Dante clenched his jaw. "It's okay. I don't want any apology. Just don't fight on my account," Eviana interrupted. "She has slapped you. It's not a trivial matter. The least you deserve is an apology," Katty asserted, giving dirty eye to Maya. Dante took an angry stride towards her, his huge frame dwarfing hers. "Don't push it, Maya. Just do as I say," he gritted out. He loved her but he wouldn't support her where she was wrong. She needed to take responsibility for her mistakes. "Watch your tone with me," Maya seethed, not backing out. "And you want her to run this house with you. She is immature, who can't take responsibility for her own actions," Katty punct
"Come in," she answered, her tone tinged with mild annoyance at the interruption. A man came in, carrying a large bouquet of roses. She got up from her chair, confused. The man extended the bouquet towards her. She stared at the bouquet, hesitant to take it."This is for you," he clarified, noticing her hesitation. "For me?" she asked, her curiosity piqued. She took the bouquet and began searching for a note. There it was nestled among the crimson blossoms. A knowing smile spread across her face as she realized who the sender was. "I'll take my leave," the man said. She nodded absently, her entire focus centered on the card. She opened the note, and her smile grew into a full-blown grin as she read it: "I Love You," in all caps. She gently brushed her fingers over the letters, her heart blooming like those flowers. You are my heaven. It is a simple sentence but deep enough to stir butterflies in her stomach. She couldn't stop smiling as she read and reread his confession. Bringi
"He was seen around your office a few times," Peter dropped the bomb. Maya gulped. She could sense that freak was onto something. He wanted to exact revenge for hurting him. "Where is he now?" Maya demanded, slowly losing her patience. She had to nab him before he did something horrible. "You were right in your assumption. Someone is protecting him. There have been no transactions in his accounts for months which means he has another account. Someone is aiding him financially," Peter revealed. Maya nodded, taking in details."He is also being protected. Someone is making sure his locations remain hidden," Peter discussed, standing in front of him, he asked, "Could it be someone from your family?" "Huh?" Maya responded, not expecting the question. "I was wondering if someone from your family is using him to harm you. Your family is rich too," Peter explained. "No," Maya answered, without missing a beat. Her parents hated Paulo. They would never do something like that. Peter nodded
"You are mad at me?" he questioned, walking into the room. She turned away without uttering a word. Dante drew a heavy sigh and sauntered towards her. He came to stand beside his woman and gazed down at his son. The boy rewarded him with a bright smile, melting his heart."Hi there," he cooed, leaning closer to him. The boy sneezed, his tiny body shaking with the motion. A spray of spit landed on Dante's face."Very good," Dante sighed, leaning away. Maya's mouth curved into an approving smile."My smart boy," Maya praised her son, happy to see how he avenged her. Dante scowled. "So I am the enemy now," he stated, looking at her with slightly narrowed eyes. A hint of amusement flickered in his eyes. She didn't respond and kept swaying Vincent. Her silent treatment and ignoring games were her worst torture methods. "I didn't know she would do something like that," he shared with a sigh. She stopped in her movements and raised her gaze to his. "Sometimes she forgets she is just a