~Cali~
Cold night loomed over Manhattan. Everyone headed home for the weekend, and I’m still in the office, working overtime again.
I sighed, deciding to call it a day, holding my bag in one hand and my phone with the other, stepping inside the lift. I was still answering a few important emails while returning the greetings of the few night shift employees on the way to the basement parking.
I yelped when a quick hand snatched my phone and bag. “What the-“ a hand covered my mouth. I stumbled back up to the car behind me, and blazing honey brown eyes met my widened green ones.
I dreaded the day I would see him again. He invaded my dreams, my paintings, and my mind, but seeing him in person has proven to be another kind of reality. An unnerving kind.
As promised, two chapter updates tonight ;)
~Cali~ A sour laugh left my mouth as I mumbled, “why? Why did I leave?” I shook my head, taking another bottle of the beer set on top of the counter. I down some more alcohol to ease my parched pipes. “Why wouldn’t I? You lied to me-“ He shook his head, regarding me with emotions I can’t point out. Disappointment? Pain? “Don’t stare at me like that.” I tilted the bottle in my lips. “I asked you if you were in a relationship-“ “That’s not what I’m asking, Princess.” He’s as calm as a windless summer day - the opposite of me, a hailstorm mess. “Why did you leave without asking me?” “Ask you what?” my voice rising as I continued, “ask you who Shannon is? If she’s pregnant with your child?”
~Cali~ Words aren’t enough to say how sorry I am, how much I regret my decision. His eyes, so beautiful even in his sadness, lips quivering as I stare at him, offering myself for a dreaded punishment. “Evan,” I repeated. His beguiling name should be a sin for me to even dare utter. I’m not worthy of this man, “forgive me.” He hauled me, our lips colliding roughly, making me wince in pain. A kiss of hellfire, filled with so much anger and passion... desire. His kiss is mad and needy, and I understand why. Evan’s hands came around my nape, threading through my shoulder length hair. Pulling and fisting, the same rough gesture that I’m doing with his locks.
~Cali~ With a smile on my lips, I beat the morning from dawning, a routine my body came accustomed to. Being a workaholic is something I inherited from my father. How I wish I also inherited his beautiful singing voice, even just an itty bitty piece of it. Barefoot, I padded to Evan’s ensuite to ease my bladder. While I washed my hands, I took a glance at my reflection in the vanity mirror. As usual, I’m the epitome of a mess. My hair that resonates that of a bird’s nest is my crowning glory. What surprised me is the glow present on my cheek. I have a fairly fair skin; I was never insecure about my color, but I always think that I’m a bit too pale. This morning though is a different story. There is this natural crimson paint on my cheeks, my lips pink and full from t
~Cali~Is it so bad that knowing his reason for staying away made my heart swell with happiness? I got him back and I’m never running away from him again.What he did should rub me in the wrong way. Instead of allowing me to decide on my own, he chose to decide for me, but no, I don’t find it offending at all. It’s too kind of him to put my reputation first before his feelings, like what he always did when we’re together.It only conveys that I meant more to him.On the island, he never goes to sleep before me, no matter how tired we were. When we ate that lobster he caught, he even separated the meat from the shell for me, even if I’m capable of doing it myself. Those simple things scream a lot about this man. Those little gestures of his t
~Cali~ “Did you notice something off with Dad?” I laid on my bed, freshly showered and in a change of clothing, staring at the ivory ceiling. “Hm,” Ren hummed on the other line, “what do you mean?” The shuffling of plates and kitchen utensils in the background echoed, followed by Griffin’s voice. “Zia!” he screamed on the phone. His voice never fails to put a smile on my lips. “Zia!” his voice is a bit closer now. Ren must’ve put me on speaker. “How is my favorite man in the world?” I cooed, Griffin giggled. “Papa, Zio Evan and I made a house,” he blabbered. He’s three years old now and like what Ren used to say, he’s growing up too fast. “House?” I inquired, waiting for Ren
~Evan~ I am too eager to get this problem fixed at a fast pace. Someone from the newly hired workers made a stupid mistake of using the wrong pipe for the plumbing system. Good thing Sander found out about it before they installed the one size too small pipeline throughout the entire first floor. It would cost us an immense problem if we didn’t see this oversight. All our employees focused on the piping for the entire Saturday to make up for the wasted time. Sander and I had to monitor everything first hand. This hotel is one of our new clients and we always aim to meet their standards and expectations, if not more. Sander stood beside me in our makeshift office trailer truck on the site, removing my hardhat, wiping the beads of sweat from the hard day’s work. We wer
~Cali~Looking up to Evan, his deep brown eyes pulled me into their welcoming abyss. I wonder if I heard him right or I’m just dreaming about this.This modern day Don Juan just asked me to be his girlfriend?That is the definition of ‘more’.My eyes searched his face for traces of humor. All I noticed is genuine fondness, something rare in people these days. “Princess…” he clutched the underside of my chin with his thumb and forefinger, giving me no choice but to behold his alluring gaze.“Are you sure you want me?” I have to be certain that this is what he wants. He made it clear since day one that he is not fond of commitments and I’m fine with what we have… wha
~Evan~She keeps on concealing the freckles on the slope of her nose, the tawny little mole on her lower lip. These imperfections make her perfect in my eyes.If only she sees what I see.I can admire these flaws in her sleep. Having her in my arms at night chased away my nightmares. She doesn’t know this, but she’s the first girl I ever asked to be my girlfriend. I was hesitant about asking her. I know the media painted a picture of me as the epitome of a womanizer. It dawned on me that she might say no and have our relationship as casual as the one we had on the island. People who know me might not believe this, but I’m willing to accept whatever she can give. Just as long as I can have her - even if it’s just a part of her.“Stop staring
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.