The last glimpse I gave to sleeping Jordan is when I prepared to take off. He was sleeping comfortably and as if in a beautiful dream. I would admit I was hesitating that time and had the urge to rather go back to sleep with him than do this stupid mission. And now I'm on one of the villagers boats and managed to convince him to take me back to New York which is roughly fifteen minutes of sailing from the island. The cold wind that touches the sea before waffling against my face makes me shiver. The same way it makes me as I predict how my mission will end. I needed to sneak from Jordan. I know damn well he won't let me go get my stuff and say my last farewell to his brother. I know I need to do it myself. Who knows what Jordan might do if he goes instead.I won't lie that I'm still having anxiety. Mainly about how Sebastian would react. Would he beat me like what he did a few days ago? Is he doing smoothly by now? The time should be enough for him to clear his mind right? Or is it? I
By the time Sebastian arrives in the visiting room, and sits on the opposite, across the mirror that separates the two of us, he looks rather concerned than frightened. He is accompanied by two uniformed officers and handcuffs limit his hands from unnecessary movements. The bright orange of the inmate uniform he wears glows, but his face doesn't. Our eyes meet for a moment before he decides to sit down. He drops his eyes in visible guilt. I almost cried watching wearing that outfit and in handcuffs. Sebastian wasn't like this a few months ago. He used to be the charming, charismatic, outgoing and nice vocalist who once colored my life. And now his life is dull. He looks tired and pale, and wrinkles begin to form on his face in just a matter of days. And yes I said 'he used to'. Implying something that went down the drain miserably. It's horrifying how one person's life can change in an instant. I grab the telephone hanging against the wall, putting it next to my ear. I wait for
Part ICrown Architects & Builders towered most of the buildings of Manhattan. I can hardly breathe just theorizing what it feels like looking down from above. It's beautiful. I mean the general design of the building. It was not as tall as Steinway Tower, but it can definitely take your attention. It has a shape of a cylinder, a fact that can be proven further if you're in a miniscule distance. It look like a bigger version of Rome's Colosseum, having imitated eight gigantic pillars which I believe the purpose is more on design than foundation. The voluptuous display is completed by the enormous dark glasses that restricted a view from the outside. And lastly, the huge silver letters forming its company name, looks down proudly over the entrance. I would not be surprised to see such an outstanding view if it's a construction and design company like this. I proceed to the entrance, and each steps I make only served to further make me nervous. I breathe heavily. The glass door of th
My body stiffs, a lump gradually forming inside my throat and I can feel my hands shivering as my eyes slowly adjusts to the sudden explosion of light. His figure stands right in front of me, firm and powerful. This man is so tall that he towers over me, and my scalp barely reached his chin and I'm five feet and six inches tall. He is topless and I can smell the fresh and manly scent of his perfume mixed with the sweat that makes his body seem to twinkle under the lights. He has broad shoulders—so manly and powerful, and so are his chests. The man is well-built, not typically bodybuilder-looking male but a male model. And now that his face has a better lighting, he's even more attractive than I first anticipated. He's handsome—no, handsome is an insult. He's beautiful. He's the epitomy of male beauty. He's so freaking gorgeous that the heat I've felt in the elevator and the humidity in the air rises to a stifling proportion. He rubs his eyes and for a moment he tries to focus on me.
“What?” I demand, irritation abruptly rising.“But this is too sudden. It's only my first day.”Mister Crown turns his head and looks back at me as he is descending from the yacht down to a speedboat. He's beautiful but his manly brows indicates he is annoyed.“Are you gonna come or not? This is your first day of work, lady. Shouldn't you be obeying your boss’s order rather than complaining?” A brow of his rises.“I’m not complaining, mister Crown. I just wasn't expecting that we're going to spend the weekend here on my first day. I wasn't even prepared,” I reason, fidgeting on the spot I am standing.“Well, weren't you just talking about adaptability and bullshits mere hours ago?” he respond. He's right. I was. But I wasn't expecting that I'd be needing it so soon. I thought he didn't need it.“Well yes…”“Then hurry up.”I stare at him double-heartedly for a moment. He's my boss and as her secretary it's my responsibility and obligation to do what I am told. But isn't this way too s
I conceal my face with the use of the mask, and Jane follows suit. She climbs from the vehicle first and as immediately as she does, she already seems to consume everybody's attention. I am not surprised. If I am one of these men, I'd most likely turn my head and have a boner with Jane in sight. She's wearing mesmerizing clothing. From being dark, the dress twirls down into waves of midnight blue, glittering stars sparkling from the V-line that crossed her chest, allowing a generous view of her cleavage. Earrings that seem to glint are hanging in each of her ears. They're very simple and minimalist, not as head-turner as mine, but equally beautiful. She looks incredibly attractive and the only thing I'm hoping for at this moment is that she's aware of it.I breathe deeply. I didn't realize that guests come in such a number. They're wearing their expensive suits and dresses and glinting jewelries that almost blinds me. Jane looks down through the window and gestures her head. I nod at
The sun's rays peeks through the bay window of Jordan's rest house and I barely open my eyes to check. I pound my temples. My throat feels dry, a vein on my forehead throbbing and I feel like I just got out of a spinning car. This must be the effect of the alcohol I drank last night. I carefully push myself up to sit and stops abruptly when the throbbing in my head kicks painfully hard. Oh what a pleasant morning!I climb out of the bed and rush to the bathroom. I am mortified by the face in the mirror that greets me. I must have been very drunk that I actually forgot to take off my make up. Now I look like a raccoon, heavy black mascara and liner smudged around my eyes like lopsided dark rings. I sigh. Good thing I didn't give in Jordan's charm immediately last night. If I did he would have seen me in this miserable look. I turn the faucet, taking my make up off with the running water, washing my face several times. I pluck several tissues from a box on the shelf and wipe it all ov
I open my eyes and study the four corners around me. Last night had ignited quickly that I almost forgot the time Jordan carried me to his bed. Last night was something special, and I won't deny that I've been looking forward for it since we arrived here. The ritual had been long, steamy and slow and each second spent with him last night I have cherished. An experience I will carry with me to my grave. I stare thoughtfully at the naked man I am on top of. It's as if I am a prisoner, willingly offering myself to his captive. I glide my fingers down to his chest, each well-defined muscle of him marking forever in my mind. I wanted Jordan all along. Shame how I didn't realize it sooner.Carefully I move away from him as I plan to get to the bathroom. I startle when his arms catches me by my waist.“Where do you think you're going, woman?” Jordan sits erect and nibbles on my ear, keeping me close.“Jordan, you surprised me. I'm not planning to sneak out. I promise,” I chuckle.“I just w