~Cali~
Each day that passes by towards Sunday is a knife that’s slowly piercing my chest. Nails that are being hammered to penetrate the walls of my heart.
“Princess,” Evan came behind me on the morning of Saturday while I was making breakfast. His arms wounded around my waist, lips planting gentle kisses on the junction of my neck and shoulder.
I giggled, his stubble tickling my skin as I tossed each pancake on the serving plate.
“Evan,” I groaned, his hands wandering from my belly to my chest. “We’ll eat dark pancakes again.”
He can’t keep his hands off of me and I have to say, the feeling is mutual.
“You smell so good,
~Cali~ When I was little, mom used to write poems and read them to me before I went to sleep. One of her poems says, ‘choose to be the bad man, if it’ll be for the better of your loved one.’ I never thought that the fruit of wisdom would leave a foul taste in my mouth. As I turned around after heaving deep breaths, calming my nerves from the raging fear inside my chest, my eyes wandered to where I left Evan. He’s still talking to Shena, a decent distance between them. As if he could feel my gaze, Evan’s eyes darted to where I was. His brows furrowed, probably seeing my distraught bearing. I quickly masked it with an apologetic smile, raising my phone, gesturing that I have to make another call. He nodded, turning to Shena again.
~Cali~I reached the cabin where Evan and I are supposed to meet at around three in the morning, worn out as the tires of the cab. The bumps we rode over, the curves we took are means to a meaningful destination.My coat draped languidly on the couch, each shoe I had on earlier now nowhere in sight. The thousand-dollar dress I flaunted on the fundraiser ripped in two, and so were my undergarments.The kitchen worktop is cold against my front, our mingled sweat dampening the chilly surface. My hand grasping the edge of the counter, holding on for each pound he made in me, is pushing my body to slide further.He’s mad. Each intrusion of his member is a punishment for the choice I made.Evan had never been this rough with
~Evan~I was wrong. She isn’t the light that glows at the end of the tunnel. Cali is not the spectrum of light that appears after the rain to create a beautiful rainbow. No, she’s not the sun that rises in the crack of dawn. I used to compare her to those spectacular phenomena in this darkness surrounding me, but I am rendered stunned by these turns of events.I had no idea about what Nathan did, not until three days ago when Shena visited me on the site.I had no time for her drama and honestly; I don’t even remember why I slept with her. Her face is too colorful for my liking. Lips that are too pouty, ass, and breasts that are unnaturally round… I could go on and on about the things that made me grimace as if I ate some spoiled meal for lunch.
~Cali~The hours we spent in the cabin flew by so fast. It was so hard to let him go, even though I knew this was only temporary… even if I’m the one who wanted this.Reed Industries’ California office became an unfamiliar reality to me as the days went by. I love working, I still do, but the corners of my office are appearing like a modern prison. My life in particular is.I can’t call or message anyone without the fear of Nate intercepting it. Even with my employees, we had to make sure everyone was clean of bugs every time they came near me… and guns or bombs at worst. Klaus doubled the security in my place, and he even insisted on instilling one or two of his people in the company in secrecy. Devin’s family is also at risk because of this situation. To make sure his family i
~Cali~ Nate’s accusing tone didn’t surprise me at all. He pulled the vacant chair across from mine, inviting himself. “Well, hello to you too, Dr. Grumpy,” I sighed sarcastically, losing my appetite at the sight of him. Since the last time I saw him, he has aged rapidly. Dark circles surround his blue eyes, enhancing the brooding expression he’s wearing. Part of me still believes that the Nate I met years ago, the man whose warm hues showered me with kindness, is still there. He’s just lost and alone. His reason for doing these things to Evan might be unreasonable as hell, but I pity him. I’m not patronizing his ways. No, I don’t because he’s hurting Evan, but there’s this small voice in my thoughts that’s urging me to h
~Cali~He remained unmoving, gazing at the vast lights of the city that behold a beauty beyond compare. The skyline of stars and sparkling lights from L.A. is a sight I once painted. The painting was bought for a good amount of money for Ren’s foundation, that’s why I choose to buy this place. But then, even this beautiful sight couldn’t help me in forgetting about the situation I’m facing.I stood, savoring the touch of the cold floor against my soles. As I take each step to where he is, I fear that this is just a dream, and I will wake up soon if I wasn’t careful.Staying in dreamland is my refuge, succumbing to my fear is pitiful, yet I kept hiding in the sheltered corners in my sleep. It’s the only place safe for me to be with him - without the fear of him losing everything fo
~Cali~I left a note for Evan before I rushed to the airport. A text message or a call is not an option even with the gravity of this news.As the flight to Italy took place, it felt like time was too slow, ticking in its leisure.How did I not realize this sooner?He was suffering alone.I’m too caught up in my problems that my father is dealing with this… all on his own. My tears kept spilling. I hate that it’s all I can do these days. Cry and cry until my eyes are fucking swollen.‘He had a mild stroke,’ Ren mumbled in a shaky voice. ‘His doctor informed me that this is the third time since he arrived in Italy.’
~Cali~My current situation will only add stress to Dad’s weakening heart, so we decided that it’ll be best if he stayed with Ren in Maine. I told him what’s happening between Evan, me, and Nate - I had to - because if he learns this on his own, I don’t know what the result would be.Klaus assured Dad he’s handling things just fine, especially my safety. It was true though, Klaus never slackens. They only talked over the phone, but I’ve never heard my cousin sound so tired before. He didn’t throw any witty remarks; he spoke straight to the point and then hung up.~~I’m back in L.A., back in my routine with Rylee. With the knowledge of his enfeebled health, my drive to lead the entire Reed Industry strengthened. I have to b
Aw… and that’s a wrap, lovelies. I hope you enjoyed your ride with Cali and Evan. They’ll be signing off for now, until Klaus comes out. Yep, he’s bound to come out soon. Although the title might drift off from the series of the boys because I already saw a few books with that title, I believe you will know it's his story. ;) If you are looking for another book to read, check out my novel Falling For My Husband. It's already up on my profile. Again, thank you. Please comment and leave a review if this book is worth the ride. I’d love to hear from you. xx See you later, lovelies…
So… I don’t know if anyone would want to know what happens with Nathan… but, I believe his character needs a little peace, although not a total closure but peace between the two brothers… I really feel bad for him throughout this book… *sigh* xx This happened six months after the wedding ~~ ~Evan~ I love my wife. By now it’s clear that I’d do anything for her… just not this... she asked me to come and visit Nathan in prison. He was sentenced to five years’ imprisonment for attempted rape and conspiracy. It was damn easy for him. And now Cali is asking me to do the impossible. There’s no denying that his father had something to do with the trial. He’s a damn powerful man, but
~Evan~ One year later... Bridgetown Barbados. This is where everything began. This place will forever hold a special place in our lives. The soft sand, cold under the soles of my bare feet, sent a smile on my lips as I relished the tickling sensation of the water lapping over my tired skin. The tide is still high and I admired the waves from a distance, huge and powerful, as if they could destroy anything in its path. Magnus Construction is just a distant memory now. I am handling my new company, The Ár mbaile Constructions. I have accepted no penny from my wife but my father-in-law is a different story. Before we flew to Ireland for our wedding, I asked for Cali’s hand from her father. He gave us his blessing in one con
I believe you need pampering, my love ;) enjoy these free chapters.. xx ~~. ~Cali~ Our wedding is an intimate one. I guess it has become a tradition in our family to have weddings away from people’s prying eyes. We flew to Castlebar, where Evan’s mother and sister are residing. I was nervous as hell as the plane landed in Ireland. I don’t know if his mom would like me or not. His sister Aoibhe is the only person I got to talk to over the phone for the details of our wedding and I knew we would be really good sisters. Shawn and Daniel flew three days early to secure every detail regarding the preparation. “Princess?” Evan pressed my hand as we drove to his mom’s place. Our family and friends came with us, but they’ll be s
~Cali~ It took me a moment to calm down. These last few days have been so overwhelming, I can barely keep up with my emotions. Olivia, sitting beside me, is still clasping my hands in her delicate ones. There is something about a mother’s touch. It’s like magic hands that penetrate through my heart that magically squeeze away all my worries, as if the soothing sensation tells me that everything is going to be okay. Ren has that ability to calm me. Now I have another motherly warmth to take refuge into in Olivia’s form. I sipped the chamomile tea that she prepared for me. The warm liquid slipped down my esophagus, soothing my nerves. “H-how are you not mad at me?” I finally found my voice, and gazed into the eyes of the w
~Cali~ Tangled in each other’s arms, we have had no sleep yet, both spent and exhausted. My head rests on Evan’s chest, fingers tracing the patterns of his perfect pectorals while my ears pressed above his heart, its beating gentle and calm. “Why do you want to marry me, Princess?” He asked, fingers threading through my sweat-damp hair. I looked up at him, chin resting above my closed knuckles. He’s as beautiful as ever, even with those worry lines on the side of his eyes and forehead. “I need you.” Evan regarded me as if he’s waiting for another kind of explanation. “If this is about my company, I don’t want it, baby. I do want to be with you - forever, but if you’re doing this because of the case-” With my forefinger o
~Cali~It was three in the morning when Evan returned to bed, his usual routine. He smells of mint and eucalyptus, masking the scent of bourbon. He thought I was asleep, kissing my forehead before wrapping his arms around my waist.“Evan?” I spoke, my voice was hoarse from the emotions I’ve been holding in since I heard his talk with Sander.“Did I wake you?” he leaned on his hand, propping himself up with his elbows digging on our pillow. I turned to face him, his hands instantly coming up to brush my cheek, up and down, soft caress with the back of his hand.His wrist is healed now, he sprained it again when he punched Nate, but he’s nursing a wound that can’t be cured with any kind of over-the-counter medicines.
~Cali~ “Fuck,” Nate stood up, wiping his bleeding lip with the back of his hand, “you will pay for this.” Evan cupped my face, “get in the car, Cali.” He kissed my forehead and Nate continued to mumble threats after threats. “You shouldn’t be here, Evan,” I whispered. My brain is finally working. We broke the deal with Nate, with him being here. His company - everything we worked for will go to waste… because of me. “She’s right. You should’ve stayed away,” Nate butted in. “It’s okay, baby, get in the car, please?” Evan pleaded. I waved my head. “Evan… he will release those files.” Evan sighed, closing his eyes. “I don’t care ab
~Cali~It hurts everywhere, but the pain in my head is the dominant one. A continuous whopping pound kept ringing, hammering my brains out.I shifted in my lying position, hoping for an angle to relieve a little of the throbbing. The jasmine fragrance on the pillow tells me I am in my room even without needing sight. I buried my face deeper into the cushion, wishing the feather feel of the material would grace me with little ease - it didn’t.“Hey.” My eyes forced open in recognition of Evan’s voice.He’s here, sitting on the chair beside my bed, gazing at me with pale honey eyes. “Evan…” I breathe out, forgetting about the headache I was nursing seconds ago. He’s always been a good medicine of mine.