LESLIE’S POV Kian's business might have gone down the drain, but he is clearly still his stubborn and pigheaded self. Sure, when I came running down here—breaking almost every traffic rule—I didn’t expect him to just run into my arms. I knew before I even came here that it would be hard to convin
LESLIE’S POVSomething as simple as kissing Kian sets me on fire all the time. I know it’s the same for him too since his warm hand grips my exposed thighs and draws circles continuously over my flesh as I drive us home. I struggle to concentrate on driving with his hand teasing me. The sly smile on
LESLIE’S POVIt’s official, wild and dirty Kian is my new favourite. My toes curl when he leans in and licks the seam of my lips, wordlessly asking me to open up even before he can properly kiss me. I open without hesitation and he plunges in—tongue first—into my mouth. His tongue ravenously explor
He says, hot breath fanning my face. He kisses me gently—my eyes, nose, cheeks, mouth. “Oh god.” I exclaim and he chuckles.Then he pulls back and looks me deep in the eyes as he says “I love you so much, Leslie. But it’s gonna seem like I don’t in the next few minutes.” Whatever response I had t
LESLIE’S POV The fact that I spent all night being spooned by Kian makes me jerk up the moment I wake up the next morning and I don’t feel his warm body against mine. To top it all, the side of the bed in which he slept is already cool, which means he’s been out of the bed for a while. I am still
KIAN’S POVThe idea of going on a date with Leslie might seem sudden and unexpected to her. She may even think I have nothing properly planned out but that’s not true. I’ve played with the idea in my head long before we met again. I’d imagined taking her out to show her how much I cared about her.
“Okay, this might be a little out there, but I thought it’d be fun to do something that doesn’t cost a thing. Something that actually lets us learn a bit more about each other,” I say, reaching into my pocket.She raises an eyebrow. “I’m intrigued.”I pull out a folded piece of paper with a list I m
KIAN’S POVAs we pack up the remnants of our picnic, I catch Leslie giving me a curious look. “You’re not hiding more surprises, are you?”I grin, knowing exactly what’s coming next. “Actually, there is one more thing. But it might be a bit...out of character for us.”She raises an eyebrow, intrigue
AUTHOR’S NOTE. Phew!😮💨🥹 Where to begin, where to begin. It has been one hell of a journey with this book. Started a little over six months ago and it still shocks me that I actually came this far with it. Of all the books I have written, this is the only one whose ending didn’t feel underwh
EPILOGUE NO.2LESLIE’S POV(Six years later)Avery is missing. Again.And so is my credit card for which I just got a notification of a debited payment; Fifty dollars to be exact. Little rascal must have snatched it from my purse while I wasn’t looking. The nanny that called me about her disappeara
EPILOGUE NO.1LESLIE’S POV(A few months later)“YOU SLEPT WITH WHO?!!!” I’m as big as a whale but I still manage to shoot up to my feet with a speed that can only be likened to that of lightning. My drawing board clatters to the ground in the process. I'm heavily pregnant but I still design to whi
“Of course, it’s just a joke.” I say, and even laugh a little to lighten up the mood and salvage the situation.“A joke?”I swear, she pales even further. She looks…hurt? Ughh, fuck this, I’m done. I sit up straighter, damning my fears to hell. “That wasn’t a joke. Far from it. I don’t want it to b
KIAN’S POVI’m nervous as hell.It’s fifteen minutes past the agreed time for the crew to come around for my ‘grand’ proposal but the delay is not in any way their fault. It’s mine. Each time their heads pop out the door of the small room behind Leslie to ask if it’s time, I subtly shake my head. I
KIAN’S POV “How long are you going to hold on to that?” Cole’s voice startles me. The ring box I was playing with in my hands almost slips out of my hold but I catch it before it can fall to the ground. I glare in Cole’s way as I tuck the box safely back into the last drawer beside my office desk.
LESLIE’S POV (Another week later) I’m starting to think the news weatherman is a fraud. Three years ago and now, his forecast about a perfect sunny day is entirely wrong. The sky harbours thick clouds that hide the sun no matter how desperate she wants to take a peek. It’s no different from tha
LESLIE’S POV (One week later) > ***************************************************** Read and delete. It’s the third time this week and I’m starting to get sick of seeing the words “corpse”, “body” and “Funeral”. I’ve been subconsciously blaming the innocent little thing growing ins
LESLIE’S POV I join Kian’s mother outside the room, closing the door behind me. She is still stewing in anger, face red with rage that’s waiting to be unleashed. Usually, I would do anything to pacify her so I wouldn't be at the receiving end of that unbridled rage. Now? Irritation is all I feel at