“Th…that is just you overthinking. I slipped and…and it was real. I mean, I slipped for real.” Her words were barely coherent and she was finding it hard to make out the words without stuttering. It was his eyes on her again, those burning angry eyes that she tried so hard to avoid. But Caspian didn’t buy her alibi. His hold on her arms tightened and he pulled her closer to him. “So you think I saw nothing?”“Yes, you saw nothing. Plus, I’m not so petty that I’ll stoop so low. That is Elle’s trait, not mine.”“Petty? We both know how petty you can get when you want something, Anna. It’s not something new.”“Me, petty? Unbelievable,” she chuckled in disbelief. “Says someone who forged his report book in middle school. You’re the definition of petty, Caspian Riordan.” And he knew it. Back then, he dropped Sniker whenever they came across each other. She’d only managed him around because he was Elias's best friend. She remembered fighting with Elias every day and asking him what the hel
In the dead of the night, unable to sleep, Anna made her way out of the room that she shared with Caspian. Slowly, she wore a flip-flop and began making her way down the stairs, heading toward the kitchen to grab a can of water. She used her phone as a torch light as the lights were off and once she stepped from the last stair, she looked in the direction of the kitchen and noticed that the light was on. With slow steps so her footsteps were not heard by anyone, she made her way to the kitchen, pushing open the door and her eyes fell on the familiar back that stood before the refrigerator. She let out a sigh and stepped forward, quietly walking to the refrigerator and grabbing a can of water from a glass. “Are you stalking me?” Elle turned abruptly, her forehead morphed into a frown as she stared at Anna from her loose bun to her silk pajamas and then to the cute pink flip-flops that she wore. She cringed. “And what’s with these flip-flops? You’ll never fucking change?”“Excuse me?
Anna’s eyes traced everyone at the breakfast table as she walked into the dining hall, her eyes tracing from the older woman at the edge of the table to Mr Riordan and finally settled on Caden who sat beside him. Everyone else was seated at the table except herself and Caspian. She bowed in greeting at the elders and walked to her mother-in-law’s side to wrap her hands around her neck for a hug. “Did you have a good night's rest, dear?” The woman asked. “Thanks to you, yes.” She settled on the chair beside her followed by Caspian. Her eyes fell on Ethan and Elle sitting astride them and then on Caden. She hadn’t seen him at the party the previous day and as for Mr Riordan, she’d purposely avoided him with everything in her. One, because Caspian asked, and two, because she didn’t need trouble. Just like Ethan and the other Riordan brothers, he was bad news. “Did you like your gift yesterday, grandmother?” “Oh dear, it was amazing. Thank you.”“You deserve so much mo…”“Where is th
Caspian flung the door of Jordan’s office open and strode in, the slam of the door echoing through the building. His fingers shot through his hair in frustration, his other hand planted in his hip. His eyes swept over the teenage girl and boy on the chairs astride Jordan who looked up in surprise as if caught in an act. “Get out,” he ordered them. His glare burned like a sharp edge, prompting the teenagers to scramble from their seats and race out of the office in fear. He sat on a chair and crossed his legs, his fingers tracing the contours of his lips. “I need your help, Mr doctor.” Jordan sighed and took off his glasses, relaxing back on his chair with a mocking shake of his head. “I thought you’d be above asking nicely. You Riordans have a habit of taking without asking. You do realize that you chased my clients, right?” “Since when did you start having teenagers as clients? If you’re so broke, you can come to me for help. For a little exchange, might I add.” “First off, I
Abigail scoffed, a frown settling in her face. “Your heart? If that's the case then I don’t think you need my help. You should go to the hospital.” Caspain slammed his hand on the table and leaned forward to her. “If I don’t need your help, you think I’ll be here? It’s not just my fucking heart but my head too. I’m fucking going crazy.” “Okay, okay,” she stretched her hands forward in a calm-down motion. “Calm down, okay? It’s fine, we’ll talk it out.” “My heart is weird and if this continues, I’ll fucking go crazy.” She grabbed a pen and paper, ready to jot down his words. “Tell me your symptoms.” “Weird heartbeat, crazy thoughts, inability to focus on anything else, and fuck, my heart beats like crazy whenever she…” he paused, let out a deep breath, and finally let it out. “Whenever she’s around.” Abigail bit back her smile and pretended to be jotting down things. She wasn’t about to act so unprofessional. “Can you please tell me who this person is?” “It’s my wife. Sh
Her heart immediately skipped a beat. A shiver ran down her spine as he advanced toward her, her legs moving backward with each predatory step that he took. With his gaze locked on her and in one last stride, he wrapped a hand around her waist and pulled her to him, capturing her lips in his before she could say a single word. Butterflies erupted in Anna’s stomach, she wasn’t sure her heart had ever pounded so fast in her life as his lips collided with hers. Her lips were warm and soft and a surprised gasp from her allowed his tongue to slip into her mouth. His hand held onto her nape and angled her head to the side, deepening the kiss and before she knew it, her body began responding to his kiss and her lips moved against his. Their bodies pressed together in the heat of the moment, their breaths mingling with each other. Her lips were soft and pillowy against his own, tasting like the spicy food she’d made, the food that had long been forgotten. The only sound that filled the enti
Anna took the reins. She wrapped her hands around him and began riding him through their clothes, strings of moans escaping her lips as she neared her release. “Fuck.” Caspian dipped his head downward and caught her nipple between his teeth through her dress. He darted a hand forward and clasped her neck, pulling her head forward, causing her hair to fall over her face. “Fucking say the word, Anna. Leave or stay?”“I…I want you to…” Fuck, she needed him to leave, she needed him to stop doing whatever the hell he was doing with her head, her heart, and her body. But she couldn’t bring herself to push him away, not when her body was dancing to his tunes, not when he looked incredibly sexy beneath her. She needed him to do whatever he wanted with her body, to throw all rationality out of the penthouse and fuck her until she would be unable to think of anything else but him, not even her revenge and rebirth.And so, although she knew that she might regret it right after it ended, she gro
“Wh…what?”“I’m suffering here.” He looked downward to his dick that strained through his trouser, making a big tent there. “You might want to undress me.”When she didn’t move, he snaked a hand around her waist and pulled her on top of him. He ripped his shirt from his body, the buttons flying all around the room and he threw it to the floor. His belt came off next followed by his pants and boxer which they took off together. His cock sprung out, thick and long, the tip glazing with a pearl of precum and she feared it might not fit inside her. He was big, too big. She wondered how he made it into her in the first place. Caspian’s hands darted forward to drag her closer to him and as her pussy collided with his rock-hard cock, he let out a low groan, his hands clamping on her ass. With one hand at the small of her back, he used the free one and grabbed her jaw, pulling her lips into his and engaging in a hard and messy kiss, their hair sprawled around them. She whimpered, her hands