"Let me go I won't tell anyone that you killed that man." Ignoring all her pleadings he was taking her inside the mansion as she was on his shoulder with her hairs sprawled all over her face. She was constantly asking her to let her go but he instantly became deaf. The mansion was asleep as if nothing had happened when he moved towards the lift to reach his wing. They entered the lift as he crouched down a little in order for her head to not hit to the edge of the frame. He pressed the top floor button as she wasn't speaking but using physical force making her also tired of that too. He had no nerves and hormones who could deliver the sense of pain to his brain. He was nerveless, heartless and hormoneless if that even made sense but Ava came to this conclusion. "Got tired." He smirked as he asked her receiving silence from her. She was probably tired of all the protesting. She didn't say anything further as sinking in the silence of the mansion she started to fear her punishment
She looked at him then at the door beside him. She immediately ran towards the door as he didn't even touch her. She finally reached the bedroom as she looked at the door then at her form. She wasn't going to run away in his shirt only. She heard the door clicked behind her as her eyes welled up. She turned around while pulling her shirt down for her modesty but the shirt was gliding down her shoulders again and again. He entered the room after cleaning the blood. That small fragile girl made him bleed. The thought was amusing to him. He could see her form trembling as the thought of her not being any whore was soothing for him. The reason for that he didn't know. "L-let m-me g-go. P-please. I b-beg you." She started crying hysterically as she didn't want to do anything sinful. He never signed those papers for her then she could never give in. "I w-won't tell anyone." She stammered as she moved back seeing him coming closer with clenched jaw. His eyes weren't furi
He massaged his temple with thumb and forefinger as the moonlight coming through the window shield was more than the lamp. The lamp light was purposefully dim as he wanted to focus on his work. The laptops screen was illuminating his sculptured face. His black midnight eyes were zoned out as if he wasn't in the moment. There was obsession, darkness and desires in his eyes. His eyes showed the glimpse of his stone heart. He was in his office as he glanced at his wrist watch placed at the side to see the time clicking 8 o'clock. It wasn't late for him but his work was done. Moreover, he wanted to glance at Ava. He went to his office built-in his wing as his mind was in chaos. When he thought she was a whore betrayi
"I don't believe you." She stated with a firm voice as Gareth's smirked vanished. He explained her with utmost sincerity and she just simply denied. She is so naive! His hold around her loosened as taking advantage of that she stood up and ran towards the restroom to lock the door behind her. She placed her hand on her chest where her heart was beating erratically. She started thinking about how he wanted to touch her. It was possible he didn't sign. Going back inside the room was dangerous as he must be in rage. She sat there beside the door resting her head against it. She wanted proof that he was her husband or n
The meeting room was crowded with all the share holders as Gareth was standing beside the head chair briefing on something. Mr Cruz was sitting in the far corner with furry in his eyes. He was losing the deal. The deal was important for both of them as the company's future depend of that. "Thank you Mr Gareth." The contractor shook hands with Gareth as the decision still wasn't made. They needed few more meetings to come to conclusion. He didn't even glance at Mr Cruz who was giving the expression of killing someone at that time. His plan was far behind than Gareth’s plan. Gareth entered his room as his smirk vanished and he threw his coat away while loosening his tie.
She was crying as tears were falling down from her eyes to absorb in her brown locks. He looked at her stunned as he didn't know she used to think like that. He was ruthless and stone hearted as the whole world knew that but he didn’t know she was focusing on him how he reacted to his brother’s death. That was personal. Too personal relation that he couldn’t even share to his own self and she was asking about it from him. Nobody talked about it with him. Suddenly rage overcame him as he smashed his lips against her soft ones. There wasn't any desire in it as he bit her lower lips so hard that it made her whimper. There was no lust in that as it was just anger. It was punishment. He entered his tongue inside he
He got down from his car only to see Mrs Vera coming towards him. She was in his portion as that sight was rare to see. "How's my son?" She asked plastering a smile on her face. Vera was a well known fashion designer of the city. "I am fine." Gareth answered dryly as he stood before her. "Won't you ask how I am? Mrs Vera asked although she knew the answer to that already. "You look fine. Good night." Gareth asked as he walked passed her. She knew her son had a stone in place of a heart and she was proud of that. She made him like that.
Gareth was waiting for her to come downstairs as he started checking some files in his phone. Soon she came to take his breath away. He opened the door for her as his eyes fell on her hot smoky legs. "F*ck." He cursed as he regretted making her wear that dress. Her legs were exposed to everyone and he didn't want that. He ordered that online as everything reached his mansion then same day on his orders. He sat in the car as she was sitting beside him glancing at him while fidgeting her fingers. He wanted to caress those silky thighs but he refused his desire. He still wasn't sure what he wanted. Was it lust or it was something he didn't want to admit?