Arabella. What’s going on between you and my son? Truly, I would like to know what’s going on between us too. Does wanting to be in his presence at all times, wanting his hands all over my body, wanting his opinion on everything I do count as ‘something’? Does it mean that something is going on b
“Ara,” The smile on my face dropped as soon as I heard Ashton’s voice. Alejandro’s hand around my waist tightened as he glared at the man making his way towards us. I noticed he wasn’t with his mistress. “Ara, I would like to speak to you,” he said as he got closer. His eyes were only on me like
Arabella. He has made his points now. Now it’s my turn to say a few words to him. “You’ve done enough Ashton, you should leave,” I gave him a pointed look but all he did was glare at me and then at Alejandro beside me before tightening his hold around my hand. “You don’t get to blame all this
Alejandro. A fucking failure. That’s what I am. I was there, standing just beside her and yet I let that motherfucker say those things about her. I was standing there and watching her get hurt without doing anything. I watched her get humiliated, and called names, and yet all I could do was punc
Alejandro. “Ellie,” I called while staring into her eyes. Those eyes that I would not ever get tired of staring at, those same eyes have the look of want in them. She wants me and that was a bigger deal for me. “We don’t have to do this…..at least not yet,” I told her but it felt like I was talki
Alejandro. It felt so good kissing Ellie again, my Ellie, and what felt better was having her kiss me back with the same emotions, the same intensity and lust. God, I would do anything for this woman. I placed my hand on her waist and the other on her cheek as I brought her closer, kissing her as
Arabella. I carried my tired and battered body out of the grocery shop to my car, the bag of foodstuff in my hands didn’t do well to help me. It added more burden than relief to me. I let out another sigh as I placed the three bags in one hand and then tried to open my car door with the other. It
Arabella. I found myself making the croissants and vegetable salad just as they requested, I couldn’t disagree more not after Ashton threatened me with cutting the funds. Ashton decided to also eat from the croissant. I mixed the dough and rolled it as I stared at the wall clock. It was almost eig
Alejandro. It felt so good kissing Ellie again, my Ellie, and what felt better was having her kiss me back with the same emotions, the same intensity and lust. God, I would do anything for this woman. I placed my hand on her waist and the other on her cheek as I brought her closer, kissing her as
Alejandro. “Ellie,” I called while staring into her eyes. Those eyes that I would not ever get tired of staring at, those same eyes have the look of want in them. She wants me and that was a bigger deal for me. “We don’t have to do this…..at least not yet,” I told her but it felt like I was talki
Alejandro. A fucking failure. That’s what I am. I was there, standing just beside her and yet I let that motherfucker say those things about her. I was standing there and watching her get hurt without doing anything. I watched her get humiliated, and called names, and yet all I could do was punc
Arabella. He has made his points now. Now it’s my turn to say a few words to him. “You’ve done enough Ashton, you should leave,” I gave him a pointed look but all he did was glare at me and then at Alejandro beside me before tightening his hold around my hand. “You don’t get to blame all this
“Ara,” The smile on my face dropped as soon as I heard Ashton’s voice. Alejandro’s hand around my waist tightened as he glared at the man making his way towards us. I noticed he wasn’t with his mistress. “Ara, I would like to speak to you,” he said as he got closer. His eyes were only on me like
Arabella. What’s going on between you and my son? Truly, I would like to know what’s going on between us too. Does wanting to be in his presence at all times, wanting his hands all over my body, wanting his opinion on everything I do count as ‘something’? Does it mean that something is going on b
Arabella. I walked beside Alejandro with shaky hands and legs and basically everything in my body was shaking. We are done taking several minutes satisfying the press with countless pictures, apparently, they—as well as everyone around here—think Alejandro and I are dating. When we are not. ‘Then
Ashton. I had a lot of trouble trying to avoid taking Sandra to the party I was invited to; but like the invite says I must come with a date and I have no other person but her. I was grumpy and mad the whole day, I couldn’t meet Arabella today or even take a glimpse of her from afar the way I have
Arabella. I sat quietly in the back of Alejandro’s car as his driver zoomed past stores and houses toward our destination. Alejandro and I haven’t spoken to each other since we left Aggie's house and I don’t think we need to speak to know what the other was thinking. His heated stare was on me th