Cara forced herself to look at him. You have still got all your clothes on, she croaked and I have already she threw her for her arm over her eyes unable to finish.He eased her arm away and made her look at him again. “The first of many,” he said his voice a deeper of promise that sent a delicious shiver down her spine.Xavier’s head lowered and her embarrassment receded beneath the surge of anticipation as those sensual lips descended towards hers.And then a loud ringing sound came from the other end of the sofa and he tensed above her. It took her a moment to realise that it was his phone ringing.He swore and started to draw away and for a second she wanted to wrap her arms around his neck and pull him down to her and demand that he not answer it.He did answer it. Of course. And she saw his expression change as he listened saw how after a minute he frowned down at her naked and spread eagled on the cushions as if he were only just then noticing her and wondering why a naked woma
The truth was the both had gone beyond polite the way beyond and there was number coming back from it.What he did need to get back was his focus and his concentration on work something that had been woefully lacking in the recent days.With his body still in the state of semi hardened arousal and his thoughts consumed by a certain red head however he knew that there was only one way to make that happen. And that was to finish what he had started on the sofa.Cara head movement behind her and turned from the window Xavier was off the phone. He wore a fresh shirt and matching tie and she noticed he had smoothed his hair.It looks so perfect her fingers hitched with the crazy urge to muscle it up againHe grabbed his suit jacket and put it on and is appointment cleared even though she had already assumed they wouldn't pick up where they had left off.He came towards her and her treacherous body pickled with heat. He looked suave and imperturbable again and as if short minutes ago he had
“I want you too.”“Are you listening, hermano?”Xavier jerked his head up. “What?”Ramon eyed him across the meeting table in his office ,”where is your head today?”Xavier sat forward pushed aside the plate at his elbow and grabbed his painful stop he and Ramon had decided on a working lunch in the office rather than in a restaurant where discussing sensitive matters might be difficult.Raman launched in a chair on the other side of the table. He had rolled up his shirt sleeves removed his tie and loosened his collar. Xavier supposed he should be grateful to his brother had it yet removed his shoes and propped his feet on the table.“First you forget our lunch,” Ramon accused ,”and now you seem incapable of concentrating more than just 5 minutes at a time.”Xavier scowled. “My concentration is fine.” Liar. “What else have you heard about Lloyd anderson?”“Nothing more than what I told you yesterday. He and Reynolds were spotted having lunch together last week in New York. And then An
A sudden surge of tenderness took the edge of the potent ever present desire that humped inside him like an electric current when he was around her.Cara projected such a natural buoyancy and strength that it was easy to forget that she must be still grieving. Hurting.His chest tightened and for a moment he had a strange sense that he shared in her loss. That somehow matilda's passing had forged the bond between himself and Kara connection that ran deep person sexual attraction.As swiftly as the feeling over took him however he shook it off. How could he grieve for a woman he had never known?He leaned in again and spoke softly. No querida. she is gone. But I am here.He scooped her into his arms and stood and she murmured some unintelligible words and borrowed her face into his neck. Next line in the master suit he lowered her onto the bed his brain waging a fierce battle with his body one urged him to take a blanket around her and walk away the other wanted to undress her and expl
Matilda’s DiarySadly I am also the kind of girl most men would look over. Not even take the hint of a glance. At least that's what I found. Plain, quiet, subservient, church-going, Matilda Sanchez. At reaching twenty-four years old I was still luckily living with my parents but unfortunately we had just moved across the state to a new city for my dad's work. In some regards I was fortunate, I wasn't leaving behind much, only a part time job at a little Christian book store and certainly no real friends to speak of. Not even at the church I spent my whole life going to anytime the doors were open. Even the other girls there found me to be far too strange and far too sheltered.Maybe I was, but it was for the best and I believed it. I never questioned my parents and their reasoning for the things they did. It was just how things were done and I was more than happy with that. God told me how grateful I should be.But there is no denying that after a while life was a little lonely as wel
If he knew, he would surely pull us from the church and that was the last thing I wanted to do. I had only just got my foot in the door."Thank you, young lady." Father said as he stubbed the still smoking butt out on the bottom of his black shoe, skillfully flicked it into a terracotta flower pot by the back door. "Come. Let me show you around." He said as he led me up a small set of wooden stairs and into the church. We went into a dimly lit hallway and the father brought me to a door right across. It was his office which looked a lot different than I thought it would. It was pretty modern for a priest with a nice computer chair behind a desk that held a laptop sitting right on top. Out in the open. I rarely saw my dad's as he kept it tucked away from me and mom.Not too surprising since we didn't even have a family TV since my parents saw no need for one and would rather I study the Bible or read for entertainment. Again I was enthralled that Father had a TV hanging on the opposite
Matilda's DiaryAfter mass I would again clean up the church before going down to the basement to do whatever needed to be done. Thankfully, Father was manly and took care of all the heavy lifting and removing any scary bugs I found down there. He was such a manly man. I knew deep down he was untouchable, the kind of man I should be lusting over.That was hard for me, spending an evening sewing away on my ancient Singer using up some old fabric, lost in my thoughts to come to the conclusion that I was, in fact, desiring for my new priest. I so badly wanted to confess, knowing if I passed beforehand that I would end up in Hell. But, how could I do that? I tried, every Tuesday and Thursday actually. I would sit in the booth wishing I could smell that almost comforting hint of cigarette smoke, but with that screen between us, I couldn't . So I would sit looking off in the dim area and talk at him."Forgive me, Father, for I have sinned," I would start, holding my rosary tightly in my han
Matilda's DiaryI smiled as my face grew slightly red. "Thank you, Father. It's really been an honor for me though. I love giving my time to the church. It feels like it's... best spent here." Was it though? Was this really the best place I could be when I had such horribly fond feelings for the priest? Probably not.He gave me one of those award winning smiles he seemed to always have from behind his cigarette. The look he gave made my heart skip a beat or two. I found myself wondering just why he had decided to be a priest when he could easily have any wife in this world. Maybe it was because no woman on this earth deserved him. But I was sure I was not the only one that wanted him.Not by far.Being at the church so frequently and for so long I had become accepted with the other women, just as my mom and I had at the previous church. Sometimes after a couple of mugs of tea, they would be less than embarrassed to talk about how hot the priest was. Of course me and mom never partook
Cara pursed her lips and then said,” You really think that I am going to tell you anything?”“No I don’t. But I am not above hurting you and you don’t mean anything to me so hurting you is going to be easier and probably be even fun.”“You think you are a man and that is why you are stronger than me?”“There is nothing to question about that. It is a known fact. You are the one who has been kidnapped and not me, so there is actually no point in arguing with me. I can do a lot of things to you, querida and make sure that no one ever finds you again but I am a good man with a good heart. Help me with what I require and I shall make sure you are sent back to Australia safe and sound.”“I know that you are lying. And nothing you say is going to make me believe that..” Cara spat at him as she said the words. Diego wiped his face with the back of his hand and sighed and then back handed her again. Cara knew it was coming and she had already swerved away and his hand did not hit her.She mov
Clubbing is a place for a type of people. Firstly, they had to be rich. Clubbing wasn't a poor man's activity. The cheapest booze inside would be worth twice the expensive brands outside. Everything was outrageously overpriced—not that he cared anyway.Second of all, they had to be a crowd person. Being in an enclosed room full of drunk people isn't exactly a paradise for introverted people. Sure, there wouldn't be much talking. Half of the experience was having conversations you'd barely hear over the booming music, or even remember the next morning because you're wasted as fuck, but there are still people who'd come up to you and talk.So when Xavier saw her, standing awkwardly with her outgoing friend dancing wildly by her side, he knew she didn't belong to this kind of scene. The complete opposite of him; as someone who basically grew up here, Xavier loved everything about the place. It felt like home, more so than any of his mansions, actually.He watched the two women as they he
“I know who you are, Diego. You made the mistake of speaking to me. And now I know that you are the one who is torturing me and has kidnapped me.”There was silence for a while and then all of a sudden the blindfold was taken off from her eyes and Diego was standing there before her in his shirt and trousers. He looked quite normal almost as if nothing had happened and was smirking at Cara.“I am sure you enjoyed that, querida.”“Don’t call me that you freaking bastard. You are nothing else but a vile manipulative..” said Cara as suddenly she was slapped and she could feel her lips split and she was bleeding and she could only feel helpless because her hands were still bound.“Don’t call me names, querida…your mouth was made for far better purposes and not this. You are a lot more important to me that you are ever going to be to my bastard cousin.”“And you are never going to be half the man that Xavier is.”“Whatever you say is not going to make me angry. You are a beautiful woman Ca
Cara struggled desperately, trying to free her hands from the heavy ropes that bound them together behind her back. She couldn’t see anything, thanks to the blindfold which covered most of her face. The ball gag shoved into her mouth prevented her from making much noise at all. When at last she realized the futility of her movements, she lay still and listened.Abruptly she felt the car begin to slow down. Cara’s heart fluttered in fear, wondering where she would be taken. She didn’t have long to wait. Moments later the car rolled to a stop, and a door opened. She was grabbed and hauled roughly out of the car, where she stumbled a bit on unsteady feet. Two hands gripped her shoulders, forcing her to walk quickly and unsteadily forward.She heard a door open. As she stepped through it, her footsteps echoed on what she wagered were hard tile floors. She and her captor proceeded through the room, then stopped suddenly. She heard a bell, followed by the sliding of a door that she realized
Some say, 'From pain comes wisdom,' but Jean had endured a lot over the past weeks and felt no wiser. Her boyfriend left her and it had hollowed out her soul. When she pushed through the door and rang the bell at Trader Dan's, she was hoping to put a bullet in her old life and thumb her nose at the jackass who left her behind.And Trader Dan's is just such a place; where souls are bared, pain will be endured, and whatever healing occurs will be everlasting.As she settled into the proprietor's chair with the tools of the trade laid out neatly on a small table nearby, Trader Dan's resonant voice filled her ears with a tale from another age. It seemed charming but odd to her. Perhaps it was just his effort to entertain his clients or calm frazzled nerves. Regardless, Jean found herself drifting back in time while the man gave her 'wisdom,' prick by prick."Meijuan sang like an angel, and from a very young age her voice would echo in the cavernous St. Ignatius Cathedral in Shanghai. Alth
“Love is really that important for me, Xavier. I know it sounds really stupid to you and you think that if I would just not think about it, things would be better but I cannot imagine spending my life in this way…”“All the time that we spent together, was it that difficult for you? Did you think that I did not care for you one whit? That I don’t wish to make you happy? If this is not all that there is to love then what is it that you want from me?”“Want from you? Xavier, from the moment that I have come here and have stepped into your world I have never wanted anything from. I have just wished for you to know the woman who was my mother and who was your mother as well and you never had the chance to. I never asked you for anything. You showered me with gifts, but those aren’t important to me. Do you know what is?”Xavier remained silent and looked at her darkly.“What is more important to me is the time that you spent with me…not just the love making but all the moments that you wer
Seeing that the stands were filling as the start of the game approached, Ulysses headed toward them to grab and save seats for the rest of the family that would be watching the game while Devon headed for the outfield to call his team into their dugout. At six feet, Alex stood a good head taller than any other player on the team. He looked like an adult being followed by children when the rest of the team fell in behind him as he led them to the dugout.Alex's team would be the visiting team for today's game, so Devon explained the planned batting order to the players before taking his lineup card out to the umpire at home plate. He saw that Aphrodite, Athena, his mother, and mother-in-law had all joined Ulysses in the stands. He heard his daughter squeal when she saw him and paused to wave to her. Athena looked as much like a junior version of her mother as Alex did his father.As had been the trend all season, Alex and his teammates batted around their first at-bat with Alex hitting
She was hopelessly in love.And nothing anyone would say could change the fact ever.Cara stared at Xavier who was sleeping on the bed with his back towards her. Sometime during the night he had woken her up by kissing her and pulling her nipples and then entering her again and again in deep and long strokes and Cara could not do anything but moan and cry out in pleasure.“Come for me, querida…make all those noises for me. You will always know that I was the one who made you cry out of pleasure!”It was so ardently male and so egoistic in nature that Cara thought how could a man be so full of himself, be so arrogant that he was the reason for a woman’s smile or tears. Even though he wasn’t wrong but still, the inherent feministic tendency in her tried saying that this was something that she should let go so easily but looking at him sleeping peacefully after such a night was not something she could agree to. She wished for him to sleep. They had the food that she had cooked and Xavier
"Well, I don't have a fancy car for you to drive to demonstrate my love for you, so I guess you'll have to settle for my undying concern for you and copious amounts of carnal pleasure. That's it! I can drive your Bentley and you get to drive me wild like you did last night."Laughing, Devon said, "That sounds like a win-win. We better get up and start getting ready if we intend to meet your parents on time."Aphrodite didn't move her body from on top of Devon as she reached over to the nightstand and retrieved her cell phone."What are you doing?" Devon asked."I'm texting my mom to let her know to meet us an hour later than we had planned.""Why? Traffic shouldn't be a problem for any of us on a Saturday morning."Finishing her text and returning the cell phone to the table, Aphrodite smiled down and said, "You haven't taken any of my hints, so I'll just have to make my intentions perfectly clear, my love. I intend to verify a suspicion that I have had since waking next to you...""W