Paul Lincon She wants this, and I want it too. I think and lean in slowly, allowing myself to feel the gentle warmth coming from her lips, and the kiss almost happens. I said almost because I'm not crazy enough to start something I can't continue. So, I pull back just a little and slide down, while my bold hands insinuate touching the sides of her body. I watch her lift her head, close her eyes, and take a deep, heavy breath. What does she think I'm going to do? I can't help but smirk, and I start gathering the crumpled documents into a pile, lifting my body shortly afterward. However, when I look into her eyes, I see how heavy they are, but somewhat frustrated, I guess. I move away more and release the lock, and the door finally opens. "Have a great day at work, Miss Allen!" I know, I'm playing with fire, but in the game of love, anything goes, right? "Good morning, Mr. Lincon!" She says and exits. Ah, that formal tone drives me crazy! *** One week... "Ah! Ah! Ah!" Chloe lets
IvyUnlike most days, Seattle woke up sunny, much like my state of mind. This house has never been as bustling as today, and the garden has never been so alive. Smiling, I step away from the window and glance at the white dress laid out on the bed, letting out a sigh of anticipation just by looking at it. Especially today, Marie and Miran are with the nannies, as I'll barely have time to touch them given the chaos I need to face until everything is truly ready. I know you must be curious about my evasive comments, but I believe you can imagine my reasons."Are you still like this?" Marina asks, entering my room, eyeing the white lingerie set clinging to my body, and I find myself smiling at her somewhat exasperated question."Cut me some slack, I'm extremely nervous!""You've been married once, Mrs. D'Angelo. I don't understand the reason for all this nervousness.""Hmm, future Mrs. Scott, soon you'll feel the same sensation. Then I want to hear what you have to say," I quip, teasing
IvyDuring the renewal of vows...The noise of applause is muffled by the sound of a piano, and automatically, I turn in the direction of that sound. Gael's voice echoes loudly on the microphone, singing the song "Hard for Me," and extremely surprised, I bring my hands to my face, gazing at the immense and beautiful bouquet of red roses he holds in his hand, supporting it with his arm as he sings the lyrics. My heart beats too hard, and inevitable tears of emotion fill my eyes. His intense eyes are always fixed on mine as if he declares all his love for me in the beautiful words of this song. Good Lord, I want to run to him, to hug him and kiss him.However, my legs don't obey me. I simply can't move from my spot. I know he loves me, and I have no doubt about it, but declaring himself in front of everyone without any hesitation, without embarrassment, and with such sincerity, that is... My God! It's priceless and incomparable. In the middle of the song, Gael starts descending the few
Max ScottBrunette, short, smiling and graceful. This girl won me over with just these requirements. Unlike Gael and Paul, I'm a self-confessed romantic and I'm looking for true love. However, in my social environment it's hard to find a girl who isn't self-interested and ready to get involved with a young, rich guy like me. Therefore, finding true love requires a certain amount of caution, patience and, of course, feeling that delicious, enveloping sensation that many people describe. You know; heart pounding, skin tingling, breath between gasps. In short, love at first sight. Yeah, I know, that's a girl thing. But that's me, Maxwell Scott, a great and renowned lawyer in search of true love.(…)Moments on the boat trip with friends and family..."Who is she?" I found myself asking, and in the sequence, I brought the whiskey glass to my mouth."Marina. She's a friend and Judy Dixon's nurse. So, it's none of your business, my friend!" Gael growled assertively, giving two pats on my ba
Max Scott"I say the same." She makes me snap out of it, and soon the conversation begins to flow. And then, we're daring on the dance floor. A touch here and there, a suggestive kiss, and then another, and we end the night in a hurry at my apartment.Now I'm lying here in my bed, watching her as she sleeps completely naked. Her dark hair is spread across my pillow. Her mouth has a tiny opening that reveals little to me. I catch my breath and decide to get out of bed quietly, holding back an insane urge to wake her up. This is driving me crazy! I think as I hurry down the corridor. In the living room I find my dog, who gets to her feet as soon as she notices me. She lets out a loud growl at me and I put my index finger to my mouth, demanding her silence. However, before moving on, I open the door to my room and check that she's still asleep. - Don't be rude! We have guests sleeping over. - I scold her, but she repeats her growl and I roll my eyes, heading downstairs. Bumina comes afte
Jasper MasonA child should grow up in a happy home, with happy and attentive parents, and still be protected by them, right? I grew up in such a home. I had the supreme protection of my parents, their unconditional love, the joy of a complete family, and yet, I wasn't a completely happy child. So you might say I was an ungrateful and selfish child, or that I wanted the whole world just for myself.The truth is, even though Donna Mason never told me about her past, I knew deep down she carried a sadness within her. And it was this sadness that didn't complete a picture that should have been perfect. She smiled at me, played with me, but often didn't seem truly present. I know, I was just a child and couldn't be sure of it.However, I grew up, and this feeling accompanied me until the day we lost my father, and it was just her and me. Donna harbored painful secrets, dreamt of a child violently taken from her, and truly knowing her story almost killed me inside. I had a goal, to win ove
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
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,