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Thirty-seven
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2020-10-17 23:56:40Anelia had thought that the outside of Charity house was lovely but as soon as she had stepped inside, she realised that she may have spoken too soon. Anelia was still trying her best not to stare at everything around her.
She was currently sitting in the sitting room on a plume blanche diamond encrusted sofa that was placed in front of a beautiful marble coffee table. On the
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Never would Anelia have thought that there would come a day when she would get to meet all the Black brothers at once. And she would have never thought that it was going to be on the very day that she so happened to go to the place that they had all grown up in.They were all currently sitting in the dining room. The beautiful Kreiss dining room set had a large mirror on the other end of the wall to add to it's ornateness as well as creating that much more light in the dining room. There were all sorts of potted plants in the room to add some greenery to the extravagance; Anelia could not help but be in awe yet again.Luckily for Anelia, Dexter had chosen to sit just near Mrs Hally at the end of the table. The food had already been served by what she now knew were maids; their attire as well as their interaction with Mrs Hally was otherwise different from what she would have expected from an employer and her employees but, she was not overly surprised by that. Mrs Hally was one of the
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"To what do I owe the pleasure?" Dexter spoke, his tone somewhat flat and Anelia silently cursed herself. Why had she been in such a hurry to leave his car, only to come back looking for him a few moments later?Anelia cleared her throat and moved to stand on the other side of the kitchen island. Safety first before anything else. If there was one thing that she now knew about the m
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Force of habit had Anelia cleaning and scrubbing whatever her particularly observant eye could spot and peg as unclean. And that alone was rather very much unnecessary; the place was already spotless and did not need any further cleaning but hey, she knocked herself out anyway.When she was quite satisfied with herself and did not know what else to do, seeing as how she could
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Anelia closed the refrigerator and leaned against it. Today had been one of the rare times that Natie had asked for some help doing her homework and after they had had dinner, they had gotten that out of the way.A part of her felt bad for chastising Natie as she could not help but wonder if she had perhaps been too hard on her. But, Natie seemed not to have take
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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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"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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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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