Liana Moore ____ It had been two days since the incident in the office. I found all ways possible to avoid my boss because we were doing things that were deemed sinful. I just wondered why they were sinfully sweet.The ways his finger opened my walls, penetrating the depths of a place I had never seen, was just fucking delicious. Then the look he gave as if he wanted me to know he was also loving it just the way I was.When I was on edge, I held it, shivering in his hold. Scared I would make him dirty with my juices. But he forced me to pour everything on him. He made me feel like he loved it that way.It was getting out of hand, after learning he was the one who kissed me in the pool, I had been wanting more of him, more than I was supposed to want. And for the sake of my dignity, I was waking up earlier to go look for a place to move, then I would leave work and run off.My haunt for the house was a total failure. I had found another it turned out that the owner was no longer rent
Liana Moore _____ "We are going to LA?" I couldn't help but ask because it was so sudden to travel after what had happened. As if it wasn't even more shocking, Oliver was already driving off, looking all determined. He didn't care to glance at me. "Do you have a problem with that?"Of course, I did, as a matter of fact, it was the weekend, meaning I wasn't working and he had no right to treat me as if I was at work. And for the fact that he just found it necessary to take me with him without caring to alert me in advance, I considered that disrespectful.Okay, fuck that, Mister Ross just woke up."Your father just woke up, Oliver." I noticed how the grip on the wheel tightened as though he would pull it out. If given a chance, I could have taken my words back. But that seemed to be too late because he suddenly pulled over. I stared around in haze then back to him. The way he was raging could have caused the car to blast. "Get out." He gritted. His voice was low but cold. He clenc
Oliver Castillo ______I wanted to disappear into thin air. Somewhere where my name was to be forgotten. The feeling wasn't new, I felt it again years back, but this time, it was strong and fresh. I desired to be away from anyone considered to be a family, maybe that way, I could forget who I was again.I managed to cut Mum off. It was rare for her to call me. She was busy with another rich man, enjoying life and forgetting she has a son. That's what I wanted because none of my parents brought happiness to me.A wave of buried anger resurfaced when I saw Dad looking at me like he cared. He gave the look I saw during Clara's burial. It looked more pitiful, which was all some batch of bullshit.I wanted to jump on him and force all the little information I wanted to hear out of him. Why he moved on so quickly, why Clara's death was something to forget so easily, why 'everything'But I realized I couldn't even stand talking to him. I had parked the car along the road when I noticed tha
Oliver Castillo _____ Liana let out a flimsy exhale when I strode to her. She didn't move an inch but I could see she was stunned.She kept her chestnut eyes on mine as I approached her. She was not scared I was to take what we did not know too far. I even did not know what I had with her, all I knew was that she was driving me insane.I towered over her small figure. My fingers itched to touch her beautiful hair, and then claim her sweet lips into their obedience."You can walk away if you don't want," I whispered to her, her scent finally entering my nasal cavity, she smelt so pure. "If you let me touch you, I won't think again." I continued. Every part that was craving her was against those words. I could even die if she dared to leave. But she did not, she instead bit her lower lip, letting her white set of teeth appear. I lifted my hand to her cheek, one touch, and some warmth showered over my whole being. Her skin was so tender and warm like a morning sun. I gently caressed
Oliver Castillo _____ I watched her feel. Her body squirmed in response to every sinful deed I offered. Then the overlapping symphonies of her sweet moans. She was good at delivering to me what I needed from her, and then I tasted her.She was like a rare wine in the collection, one that I would offer anything to taste over and over. I watched her mellow after she reached her orgasm. The emotions that whirled in her eyes like a fucking hurricane, made it clear that she had never felt something like that.Once she released her delicious juices, her body suddenly relaxed and her heavy-lidded eyes blinked to a slumber. I hauled her to a good position on the bed and covered her. I also slid in and pulled her to me, holding her as she let out some silent snores.She was in my arms, Liana, the girl my hands itched to hurt was now the girl I wanted to protect and keep to myself. I was dying to make things right between us, erase every sad moment I induced on her and make her see just ho
Liana Moore ____ The truth about life is that it will never be perfect. People are not perfect in any aspect. I might have made a rushed decision about Oliver and me, but I was taking care of my heart. I taught myself to learn ways I could avoid anything that would lead to the pain I experienced years back.Committing myself to a relationship was like digging a grave for myself. All the men I ever let in my heart left a bleeding wound in me. And my heart was like a flower, it would wither and die. It almost died, but I picked some pieces and guarded myself.I admit I developed feelings for Oliver, but considering who he was, I was trying to give my heart to be broken again.So we ended things back in LA and I was glad he understood. We were back to work, actually, two days were gone already. After a simple knock on Oliver's office door, he answered. I opened the door and walked in holding a cup of coffee he had asked. I placed it on the table, next to the laptop he was busy worki
Liana Moore _____ We arrived at one of the off-town estates. Oliver pulled over in an ancient house and parked the car along the driveway. I unbuckled and stepped out. What I loved the most about the area was the plantation. Many trees gave the place clean air and a calming breeze.Oliver walked around to where I was standing as I scanned around. I did not question him about anything. I had no idea who we were visiting but since I promised him to accompany him, I was in for it. He walked me to the brown-painted door that was facing our approach. Oliver rang the bell and then turned to face me as we waited for someone to open.He had something to say but never got a chance when we heeded some footsteps approaching us. A young boy, with unruly blonde hair, opened. He was followed behind by a bulldog."Mum, it's Oliver." The boy yelled, reporting back to his Mum. "Wanna come in?" He asked and I smiled."Yes, can we?" Oliver offered a smile to the boy. "Of course–""Oliver." A femini
Liana Moore ____ I was disappearing into the thoughts of Mister Ross having been hiding about his daughter. He never hid anything but one thing was, he seldom talked about his family to anyone. I was starting to think he always treated me like his daughter because he had this guilty haunting him. Except for work, there were times he called me 'child' and it always warmed me. Even though I knew the pain Oliver felt, I still had this feeling that Mister Ross was not as bad as Oliver made him look. Maybe shit happened back then that I don't know, but for those three years, I never had a thing to make me see Mister Ross differently. Now I knew why Oliver hated his father. I was quietly staring outside with Oliver focused on the road. We were going home after spending an hour or two at Mrs. Ben's place. I admit there was this immense tension between us. A cloud of desire, one that was crazy enough to make me want him. I wondered how he was doing it, making my body react to him.I co