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SEBASTIAN. “I understand,” I say quietly. It’s not something I want, but I have to respect that this is what he wants. “Are you sure?” there’s guilt in his eyes as he stands opposite me. We are on the back patio of the packhouse. The weather is warm, but a soothing breeze rustles the grass, yet
I am truly grateful for his help and despite certain actions of his not being to my liking; I understand he was still trying to help me. Valerie never got back to me, and the only thing I got from her was one email a week later, saying Sebastian found out and she can’t stay in touch with me and she
ZAIA. THREE YEARS LATER… I lace my fingers together, resting my elbows on the sleek marble of my top-floor executive office. Scoffing as the man before me rambles on. Cocking a brow, I finally intervene. “Mr Santoni, time is precious, and I have places to be, deals to close, and money to make. So
A woman who is the image of control and composure. I’m wearing a white satin blouse that is emphasised around my breasts. I’ve gained weight there since I had the little ones. The blouse is tucked into my beige pencil skirt, that hugs my hips and waist. Zaia Toussaint, the Managing Director of Tou
ZAIA I press my foot on the brake as I wait for the security guards to unlock the large gates that leads to the entrance of our home. Once the large gates swing open, I drive through. “Good evening Madam,” the night security guard says, tipping his hat to me. “Good evening, Aaron,” I reply, slidi
LUNA ZAIA. “Have I already told you that you look beautiful tonight?” Someone whispers in my ear. My breath hitches, not sensing him coming closer and I almost turn when a hand touches my waist, stopping me. His scent fills my nose and I smile, tilting my head and poking my eyes out playfully at
Right… a speech… How do you do that when you are not expecting it? “I am speechless,” I begin, rewarded by light laughter, and I smile. “I want to thank everyone for attending tonight and being a part of this beautiful moment. I want to thank my father for believing in me, the board members for al
However, I refuse to look at his face. If I don’t see it, it’s not true… “Let go,” He commands in his deep voice that for some strange reason still has an effect on me. I spent years trying to get rid of those emotions… I don’t need him back in my life! Why did this have to happen? “I said let