Evy "You look amazing, Mrs. D'Angelo," he whispers some time later, possessively wrapping his arm around my waist and starting a slow dance among the few couples. "I'm so proud of you." "Thank you," I whisper back. Gael leans in a bit, his face close to mine, and immediately our eyes meet. "Now, onto phase two," he says. I consider pulling back a bit to ask about this phase two he mentioned, but unexpectedly, he holds the back of my neck, catching a few strands of my hair between his fingers, and before I can even breathe, his mouth tenderly captures mine in a slow, warm manner. However, it's no less intense and provocative. Provocative, indeed! Because I feel something I can't quite explain. I just know it's quite... enjoyable, and I don't want it to end... ever! But he interrupts the kiss and eagerly murmurs, "I love you." My heart races too fast, I can barely breathe. The spell breaks when he raises his eyebrows, forces a smile, and leans in close to my ear again. "Jasper can lip
Evy I slowly open my eyes, greeted by a beautiful, sunlit morning flooding my room mercilessly. I groan in frustration; it's already daytime. For the first time, I had the worst night of my life in this house. After leaving Gael with his ridiculously hot advances in the living room, I locked myself in my room, fighting not to go back and claim what he was offering so eagerly. Quickly, I shed the dress and high heels, racing to the bathroom and discarding my undergarments along the way. I turn on the shower and almost scream when the cold water hits my body, which burns from within. Whoever said cold water calms the fire of seduction either didn't know Gael D’Angelo or couldn't be more wrong! After that, I tossed and turned practically the whole night, occasionally lost in insanely hot thoughts. Result? I lost sleep, and by the time I finally managed to sleep, dawn was breaking. Damn it, I dreamt of my husband devouring me in every corner of this room! Frustrating! I sigh heavily, d
Evy After stopping at a café and purchasing the most delicious croissants along with two large cups of espresso generously topped with cream, the car parked in front of the oncology clinic. For the first time, I observed its elegant façade adorned in light shades of green and soft beige. Anxiously, I entered the building because conversing with my mother had been a soothing balm amid my rather tumultuous life. Witnessing Judy's animated and clear-minded demeanor, her laughter and trivial chatter, brought happiness and reminded me of the woman she had always been. Despite the harsh reality of Andrew Dixon's death sinking in, she remained unfazed. Yet, beneath it all, a trace of sadness lingered in her gaze. Before heading to her room, I decided to stop by Dr. Monique's office as I needed an update on her treatment progress and the prospects concerning my mother's illness. As always, she greeted me at the door with a professional yet friendly smile. "Evy, I'm glad you're here! I've be
Evy As the car races over the asphalt, I glance out the window, yet my focus doesn't latch onto the happenings outside. My mind is ablaze with this news of Judy being determined to move into our old house, and I know it's not a feasible suggestion at the moment. She'll need someone to be by her side at home and at the doctor's, someone attentive to her medication schedules. The worst part was leaving the clinic without managing to persuade her to come live with me, which is why I'm now seeking other solutions. "Head to the outskirts, Jonas!" I abruptly instruct the driver before he gets on the highway. "Sorry, Ma'am, but I don't advise..." "You're not here to advise me, Ulisses!" I snap irritably at the security guard seated beside me, hearing the sound of his heavy breath, likely upset with my reluctance. "I need to inform Mr. D'Angelo!" "Do whatever you want!" I retort, passing the address to the driver. I return my gaze to the window, and before long, we enter a small, dirty n
Evy "Ah!" I release a drawn-out sigh of pure appreciation as my body begins to recover from my third orgasm. Gael collapses weakly beside me on the bed, and I hear the loud sound of his heavy breathing. I wish I could look at him and see how disheveled and sweaty he is, but my eyes are heavy and simply won't obey. I snap out of my thoughts as I feel his body shifting beside me on the mattress, and I open my eyes slightly to meet a perfect pair of black pearls staring at me with amusement. I also smile languidly. "What's up?" I ask, biting my lower lip, restraining my smile from widening. He dismisses it and quickly kisses me on the mouth. "Enjoyed it?" I shrug, showing little regard for his question. "It was alright!" I retort disdainfully, contemplating finding the strength to get out of bed. "Oh, now you hurt me!" he grumbles, placing a hand on my forearm. "Where do you think you're going?" I take a deep breath and suppress a good laugh because I know I've hit his masculine ego h
Evy "Oh, daughter, I've missed my little corner so much!" Mom hisses, somewhat emotional as soon as I open the door. She steps in, gazes at the living room for a good while, releasing some long, soft appreciative sighs. Her eyes well up with tears, yet they don't fall. It's as if she's holding them back, and believe me, I understand. I try not to cling to memories of this place, so I stay neutral in the middle of the room, just watching her as she lightly touches her furniture with her fingertips. She picks up one of the picture frames, gazes at it for a few seconds, and does the same with another and another. But then, she walks over to a window and seems to drift back in time. After her inspection of long silent minutes, she looks at me and smiles, wiping the corner of her eyes. "I want to organize a welcome dinner for myself and celebrate my victory with my true friends," she informs me. And there's that joy I cherish so much, back again. I smile, returning the sweetest, happiest
Evy There's not much to do at the D'Angelo mansion, every time I come back from my mother's house I get lost in this huge place, or I get stuck in a library or even in the swimming pool, or I simply sleep and for this reason, I decided to return with my morning runs. This time accompanied by my brutish security guard, and don't think I'm doing this outside the estate, because it's so big here that there seems to be no end to it. Like now, I'm coming back from another run and when I get home from my workout, I run up the stairs and straight to the bathroom. To my surprise, I hear the shower turn on and notice that the door is ajar. Curious, I slowly approach and catch a glimpse of Gael's wet body. He's standing with his back to me under the water that's falling like a waterfall. I sigh audibly and think, should I go in or not? I bite my lower lip with a cheeky thought and start to undress, I enter the room slowly and silently, then I enter the shower and hug him from behind, kissing h
Evy The golf club isn't much different from the tennis club I used to frequent in my adolescence. All the luxury of the structure, the lush greenery covering most of the perimeter, and the white fences containing a beautiful flower garden. Tiffany steps out of the car and walks toward a cottage where some women await us at a round table on the veranda. As we approach, I notice the girls eyeing me up and down, their curiosity barely concealed. I take a deep breath, subtly, not wanting them to notice my discomfort being here. As we draw near, I observe them closely, greeting each other warmly, embracing festively and at length, possibly whispering among themselves. "Ladies, this is Evy D’Angelo," Tiffany announces as she steps away from the group of friends, beaming broadly at everyone. I feel like a trophy being displayed for them. "Oh my God, so it's true?! That hunk actually got married?" one of them comments with extreme surprise, bringing her hands close to her mouth. Yet, she do
Miran D'Angelo"I'm going to get a drink for the girls. Do you want one?" David, Marie's boyfriend, asks, and without looking at him, I shake my head and head for the iron staircase. As if drawn to her, I go straight to the dance floor, right in the middle of the crowd of sweaty bodies, and stop right behind her. Boldly, my hands take possession of her waist. She glances sideways, her smile widens, and I have my green light. So, I lean against her delicious body and move following her rhythm. The whole thing is a sensual drug that intoxicates me, envelops me, and leaves me completely intoxicated. My whole body is buzzing, and damn, I'm dying to taste her flavor. But hold on, Miran, you need to take it slow. First, feed your desire, awaken your dormant fire, make her want more, and then you'll be in the bag. It doesn't take long for our bodies to be tightly pressed and sweaty. Our breaths are heavy and panting, and to top it off, we're already on the third drink.It's time to put her t
Miran D’AngeloEleven years later..."Why do you always have your nose buried in those books?" I grumble as soon as I enter the living room of my parents' house and find Donna, my youngest sister, lying on one of the sofas reading a romance novel.Girls! Why do they believe in such nonsense? They're always sighing around and daydreaming. I understand that love exists. I have several classic examples swirling around me. Paul, Max, Uncle Jasper, and even my father. Each of them has a story to tell. But let's be honest? You can't live on dreams. I'm not a heartless man or anything like that. I'm more of a pragmatist. I'm the vice president of D’Angelo Corporation and soon I'll be the president, but I didn't get here with dreams and sighs. I studied, worked hard, and did my best to be seen by my father and recognized for my merits. I'm determined, and I have my feet firmly on the ground."I love witnessing love growing in their hearts. You should try it," she says, closing the book and ju
EvyMinutes later...Remember the part where my world was falling on top of my head? It just collapsed completely because at this exact moment, there are several men scattered throughout the mansion with their pens and clipboards, calculating the value of everything. Exactly everything. Not even my jewelry escaped this. Nervously, I grabbed my phone and called my brother. Where did this idiot go? I wondered mentally when yet another call went straight to voicemail."Damn it!" I cursed with a loud exhale and pocketed the phone back."Miss Dixon?" I subtly nod to the tall, portly man as he approaches. "My name is Phil Carter, I'm the manager of the Seattle bank, and I would like to talk to your mother about some outstanding matters...""You'll have to talk to me, Mr. Carter. Please, come with me to the study," I say and take a few stiff steps, leading him inside and pointing to a chair for the gray-haired gentleman. "Care for a drink?""Oh no, thank you, it's still too early," he nods.
EvyAt dinner, I was super happy and excited about my surprise, but the atmosphere seemed a bit off. John had a smile on his face, but he couldn't take his eyes off his plate. Why was this strange? Well, normally, he's chatty and funny too. Dad, on the other hand, was serious and barely touched his food, and my mom seemed a bit pale. If this surprise could tragically change the mood of our dinner, I confess I'm afraid to find out what it is."I need to go out," Dad announced suddenly, and Mom dropped her utensils on the plate. He went to the living room, and she followed him immediately."What was that? What's happening?" I asked my brother. However, he let out a theatrical sigh and looked at me with a certain disdain."It was nothing, little sis. Dixon family dramas that you know well. I don't know how you're not used to it yet." I forced myself to swallow the food in my mouth, left the utensils, and went after them. Dixon family drama? What kind of talk is this? Since when do we hav
Evy"Ah, Ivy?" He immediately puts down the pen on the papers and stands up."Did you want to talk to me, Professor?" He nods, indicating a chair, and I politely take a seat."First of all, I want you to know that I just graded your test.""And?" I arch my presumptuous eyebrows because I know exactly what the result is."You are truly amazing, girl!" I break into a broad and smug smile."Thank you, Professor!""Anyway, that's not what I wanted to talk about.""So, what is it about?""I've had my eye on you for some time, Ivy. And since we're nearing the end of the course, I'd like to invite you to go out." Okay, I swallowed hard now. Okay, he's really handsome and attractive too. There's just a little problem in this equation. After focusing on this course, my second focus will be getting into one of Seattle's largest accounting firms "the D’Angelo Corporation" and for that, I'll have to take another deep dive into the world of numbers, but this dive needs to be much deeper. I'll need
From this chapter onwards you will have a spin-off of Ivy Dixon. How it all began?*** EvyMoments before the Dixon family went bankrupt..."My name is Ivy Dixon, but you already know that. As you've probably noticed, I'm a pretty outgoing and lively girl. However, I'm also determined and opinionated. So, I can take things easy, but don't step on my toes. Besides this mixed personality of mine, I have an exaggerated passion for numbers, and that's been the case for as long as I can remember. That's precisely why I'm studying accounting.Well, I was born into a family with Italian veins, and I believe that's where my determination comes from. I have few friends at the moment, and don't think it's because of shyness, because if there's one thing I'm not, it's shy. The fact is, since I started college, my high school and childhood friends have all gone their separate ways, and I've had to start from scratch since then. Of course, I'm almost done with my degree, and I haven't exactly foc
Gael "Time for congratulations, guys," my daylight announces, opening just a crack in the door. The men down the remnants of their drinks and leave their empty glasses on the coffee table, exiting the office one by one. However, I remain standing in my place, devouring my wife with my gaze. She stands by the doorframe, and after coveting me for a while, decides to enter the room and walks slowly towards me. I undo the first two buttons of my shirt for some air, but it seems to be trapped in my lungs. Definitely, nothing has changed between us over these years. Ivy still dominates me, circles around me, blatantly steals my control and my capacity too. However, I don't complain. On the contrary. I love it when she takes over my universe and commands my entire orbit. I think completely amazed when she stops right in front of me. "You look beautiful," I whisper, leaving my untouched glass on my desk and pull her closer to me. My wife wraps her arms around my neck, and I tilt my head clos
GaelSeven years later...Every passing day convinces me that I was a fool. Remembering that I was once an arrogant man, equally tough on myself, everything, and everyone around me, makes me realize that I wasted a lot of time licking my wounds and covering my eyes to see only what I allowed myself to see. For this reason, my universe changed course in a radical and painful way. I had to face fear head-on. I had to endure the cold that nearly froze my bones and the storms that almost destroyed me to get here. I reflect as I watch the preparations for my youngest daughter's fifth birthday party."Grandma? Grandma?" Donna shouts with her infectious childlike enthusiasm, and the twins run in the same direction as her, snapping me out of my reverie.That's exactly what you're understanding. We had another daughter over the years, and what a surprise it was when my beautiful wife named her after my mother. Donna D'Angelo, our little princess. The funniest thing about all this is that Lis,
Jasper Mason"That's it, Gael! From all of this, man!" Paul grumbles in agreement, filling his glass and raising it in a toast. Max does the same, with trembling hands, and the others repeat the gesture. We approach to join our glasses in a clumsy toast, spilling some of the drink, and we turn the liquid into our mouths at once."There you go, groom, you start the game." Paul unexpectedly throws the ball in my direction, and it hits my head forcefully. The guys laugh, and I point a finger at him."I'm going to beat you big time, idiot!" I threaten with humor, and the commotion returns. When I was just a boy, I dreamed of moments like this with my older brother. Games, laughter, sarcastic remarks, moments of camaraderie. However, I never imagined a bachelor party or that he would be my best man at the wedding. The ball rolls on the improvised field, and I run wildly, dribbling the men in my way. However, after hitting the goalpost made of stones, I gaze at the sky, opening a wide and h