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2020-12-28 22:41:43“What am I supposed to say to him?” Anelia whispered to Emma as they slowly walked down the stairs.
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It would have been much better for Anelia if Dexter had raced to wherever it was he was driving them to in a fit of anger.At least that way she would be able to feel less guilty of how she had handled the situation. She nervously eyed him as he sat behind the wheel, but he never once looked her way.When the car gradually stoppe
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Sure, let’s give it a try!She wanted to shout the words so bad but the words were stuck in her mouth. Her mind was buzzing with her what ifs and thoughts of what would happen next.“Don’t overthink,” she raised her head up to look at Dexter who was still standing a good distance away from her. “Just yes or no, Anelia.”
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The ringing alarm broke through Anelia’s peaceful sleep. She groaned and blindly stretched her hand out to where she knew the gadget would be; just near the lamp on the bedside table.“Stupid alarm,” she spoke drowsily, wishing the thing could disappear at once. Her wish came true as the sound died down, whilst she was still fishing for the clock on the table. She
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When her back hit the bed, more butterflies danced in her stomach. She felt giddy with anticipation as she faced him with wide, curious eyes. Slowly, he took his glasses off and tossed them on the bedside table, his eyes still glued on her with a very determined look on his face. He pushed the sheets Anelia had put on the bed to the floor and slowly slid back over her.Anelia was su
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Dexter rubbed his hands over Anelia’s smooth skin, his fingers caressing and tracing every curve on the surface of her skin with slow deliberateness. They lay together, skin to skin and to say he was content would be putting it lightly. To think that he had actually entertained the possibility of staying away from her and concoct some plan to seduce and sexually frustrate her until she surrendered. The idea alone now seemed to have been doomed to fail from the very beginning. The plan had come biting him back—it certainly had been the longest week he had ever had to endure. And he wasn’t one to wait around, especially when he had been occasionally living right across the road from her. The issue with his latest acquired addition to his list of properties caused a ball of unease to gather in his stomach. It had to be the most impromptu decision he had ever done in his entire existence, and he hardly ever jumped into a decision without much assessment and evaluation. To say it was unl
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Days passed by and Anelia attempted to keep her mind occupied with the restaurant, the priceless conversations that always arose between her colleagues during work hours and avoiding her best friend like the plague. Emma had tried to pry into the specifics of her sudden meeting with Freda, one that her friend didn’t fail to label as careless and reckless whenever the matter arose, but had failed to gain much information. Anelia couldn’t bring herself to repeat the drama that had unfolded that day, for fear of failing to keep the fact that Dexter remembered everything and had made his intentions towards her clear from her. Knowing her friend, she would have all her belongings packed in just a few minutes and toss her in the next taxi back to La Vida.The thought of going back to La Vida, of going back to him, it brought shivers all over her skin. Whether it was from fear or excitement, she was not too sure. Perhaps, it was a bit of both. She feared the unknown, the possibility that so
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"Take me home," Anelia murmured in a voice that was devoid of feeling. She had spoken the very same words over an hour ago, when she had been more than pliant in his warm embrace and overcome with heat. Except the spoken words now lacked the same enthusiasm that had previously been present in them. Between their shared moment of passion which stood to remind her that all attempts to forget Dexter disintegrated to moot the second he kissed her, and waiting while Dexter explained everything to the police as soon as they arrived on scene; finding her wrapped in his arms and clinging onto him like a vice (much to her mortification), it was safe to say Anelia had sobered up. Add on the fact that while she had been deep in her thoughts, she didn't pay attention to the direction Dexter was steering his car in, only looking up at the familiar La Vida that was illuminated by a glowy colour one couldn't miss from a mile away.Dexter had ignored her protests and taken a hold of her hand like he
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He was calm, cool and utterly composed as he walked down the remaining steps. If anything, he seemed to have walked in the middle of a very a boring play. His eyes finally shifted towards Freda after they had scanned her entire body and Anelia glimpsed the facade breaking for a mere second. In the next second, his features were schooled and it was if as she had imagine that crack.“You have been busy, Freda,” Dexter drawled, looking up at the stage with a lazy gaze. He twisted to look at the hall around him. “And fantastic choice of a hiding place, by the way. I never would have taken you for the sort to know of such dilapidated places.”Freda paced across the stage, the knife shining under the large beam of light she and Anelia were both under. “Why, thank you. And this,” she said, gesturing to the entire building. “Was my favourite place to hang around in my younger years. But, of course you never knew that because you never bothered to know me. But that’s all in the past. What’s im
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Anelia found herself ruefully appreciating the importance of her eyesight, especially now that she was blindfolded and had no way of ripping off the piece of clothing covering her eyes.It was eerily quiet and all the twisting and turning she had done in the past hour, in hopes of somehow freeing herself had only served to bruise her wrists. Stubbornly, she twisted her wrists again and moaned at the pain that shot up her arm.Stilling, she took a large gulp of air and bit down on her lip. Hours ago, her life had been perfectly normal and she had enjoyed every little second of it. Well, that as wasn’t entirely true. The thought alone brought a wave of sadness that settled over the crevices of her heart and tightened.To say that she had tried her hardest to be merry, to spend as much time with her newfound family at the restaurant and with Natie would be understatement. She had been working harder than was necessary to take her mind off Dexter, to no avail. If anything, thoughts of hi
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Two pairs of sharp eyes stared at each other. One of the two were encompassed by wrinkles that crinkled deeply when the owner was in a merry mood, one that she currently was not in. The other pair that closely resembled hers, in that they were an extremely piercing pair of orbs that could not be bullied into casting their gaze down, continued to stare back at her.“Should we not intervene?” The most talkative of the twins said in a voice that was close to a whisper. Brett’s only response happened to be a sardonic smile. Of all the people present in the room, he happened to find great amusement in the situation at hand.As if Mrs Hally, their grandmother, finally registered the words that Dave had quietly uttered to his twin, she turned her eyes to him. “I’m most disappointed in you two,” she said pointedly in the direction of Dave and Brett. “Your brother has always been stubborn and difficult to deal with, but I’ve always counted on you two to balance out those very characteristics
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Hey guys! It feels like ages since I last wrote to you all. Firstly, I just want to say how overwhelmed I am by the support I've received on this book. Some of you have reached out on F******k to ask about the lack of updates and that went to show that my work means something to someone out there. For that, I'll forever be grateful. With that being said, I would like to take this this time to announce some exciting news. Yes, there's a new book on the block written by yours truly. If you enjoyed reading COLD, you'll no doubt adore MR KING. Please check out MR KING. Do not fret, COLD has not been neglected. It is drawing closer to the end, that's all I'm willing to say right now;). Happy reading! Stay safe xx
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