Agnes. His lips clashed with mine and before I knew it he was kissing me. My eyes went wide momentarily when he did that but a second later I found myself kissing him back. His hand came around my neck as he pulled me to himself, he picked me up and placed me on his lap while still kissing me. Th
Arabella. The ride to Aggie’s apartment was silent. With the danger already cleared and my name not being plastered on every news station, I could say I was a bit fine. But I can’t ignore the tense tension between Alejandro and me back at his house, how he was this close to kissing me, and how I
Arabella. Looking at the ‘Harry’ now I can recall where I have seen him or heard his name; he was at Alejandro’s house the other time he took me to his place. The same guy that was Alejandro’s friend, how the hell did Aggie get tied up with someone like him? He doesn’t look like the regular type o
Arabella. I took a seat beside Aggie as I waited for her explanation, whatever it was she’s about to tell me I knew it’s big considering the look on her face. She was nervous and wouldn’t look at me; a sign to tell me that she was scared. “I’m ready to listen now,” I told her as I took a sip from
“Yup, you got it right I’m pregnant.” She said proving my assumptions right. I couldn’t believe what I had just heard, she’s pregnant. Aggie is pregnant….with Harry’s baby. “Does he know?” I asked as I gulped down nothing. She shook her head and I watched as she wrapped her arm protectively aroun
Alejandro. Immediately we stepped out of Agness' house, Harry stopped walking, causing me to also do the same. “What?” I asked when he didn’t say anything or turn around. “You ruined my chances of ever being alone with her Ale.” He said without looking at me. I scoffed, “I did no such thing. I o
Arabella. I helped Agnes get settled into bed since she could not do anything after everything she told me. It still felt surreal knowing she was pregnant, that in a few months, a little Aggie or Harry would be in this house. I meant what I told her, true I was mad she didn’t let me in when she wa
Arabella. I spent the whole night thinking about what Ashton said and the mysterious man who just appeared at my doorstep without me calling for help. I tried thinking of anyone apart from him that would be able to do this but nothing, all my points and attention always centered on him. I know he’
Ashton. I left the house after making sure Sandra was out in her place, looking back at everything I said to her the only thing I can say is that she deserved it. She shouldn’t think I would give her princess treatment because she is pregnant with my child—the same child I have doubts if it’s mine
She rolled her eyes and sat up, “You don’t intimidate me, Ashton. I’m not like your weak and defenseless ex-wife who does as you say. I am not going into that kitchen and that’s final.” She said and I ground my teeth together when she mentioned Arabella. I took a step forward, “You are nothing lik
Ashton. I stared at myself in the mirror as I worked on my tie, the damn thing was frustrating to do and at this moment I just want to give up. It was a simple thing but yet I couldn’t do it myself…. Hell, I can’t do anything myself since she left. It has been hard for me to even pick out my own c
Arabella. I woke up to the sound of the shower pouring, blinking my eyelashes while trying to adjust to the bright lights in the room. The first thing that came to my sight was the roof, it was different in fact the whole room was different from the one in Aggie's place. Where the hell am I? I sa
“Why did it take you a long time to get to the doctor Ellie?” He asked with a small glare. I rolled my eyes as I stood five steps away from him. “Because I couldn’t find the doctor so I had to find Harry instead. He called the doctor and I’m sure he will be here soon.” I told him but his eyes refu
Arabella. I couldn’t move, I stayed right on the spot where I was standing. I was scared shitless and the men staring right back at me didn’t help me at all, it felt like they were all staring at me and speaking telepathically with each other like they were trying to come up with ways for me to die
Arabella. I could not believe it. I could not believe Alejandro was kissing me…..again and I’m allowing it. His lips were surprisingly soft when they met mine—I couldn’t tell how he tasted or felt like when we kissed the first time because I was drunk—and I found myself opening to the kiss. I le
Alejandro. I let out a groan as I woke up, the pain in my side was the first thing that I felt after becoming conscious. It felt like my insides were being pierced by small tiny needles again and again. It felt painful. And breathing hurts like freaking hell. Christ! But it isn’t anything
Arabella. I stayed by Alejandro’s side the whole time he was asleep and I wasn’t going to lie, I kept my eyes on his face and naked chest rather than keeping an eye on him—well in my defense I was still keeping an eye on him. It has been two hours and yet the man hasn’t made an effort to wake up.