You can bite Eva's legs or the serpent. LOLs
Erin's heart skipped a beat as Orion appeared at the open door, catching her off guard. She chided herself for not reminding him that the bathroom connected both rooms. A playful glint flickered in his eyes, causing her lips to tremble with surprise and anticipation. Erin closed her eyes briefly to conceal the emotions swelling within her chest. Undeterred by the water, Orion approached and claimed her lips, his hands exploring her body with an intensity that sent shivers down her spine.
Erin found herself immersed in a whirlwind of emotions reflected in Orion's eyes. Desiring to believe in his affection, she interpreted how he gazed at her, and the subtle cues conveyed by his body language.Unexpectedly, he lowered himself towards her, initiating a kiss that left Erin momentarily entranced. As the moment's intensity swept over her, she questioned its reality, wondering if it was a dream. Orion, however, pulled her even closer, heightening her yearning for him not to release her.
"You are too audacious to send those messages, Erin," Orion grinned. "I managed to get hold of Daryl's phone, and seeing your message exchange is quite apparent to me." Orion gently squeezed Erin's chin while she recalled Jenna's messages to Daryl on the last day she saw him. She refrained from disclosing the truth, avoiding the admission that she wasn't the one behind those text messages, out of concern that Orion might be disappointed in her. Having just discovered that Daryl owned that number, Erin had unwittingly communicated with him, thinking it was Orion on the other end. "No, I didn't send those! It was Jenna," Erin explained, although Orion already had the impression that she was flirting with his brother. Despite Erin's protest, Orion remained emotionless until he suggested they go grocery shopping before his friend arrived to change the locks. "Do we really need to do that?" Erin stammered. "Yes, Erin. You were the one who said you believed Zach wasn't that person. We d
Orion is bringing Erin to the Arvesso office for some necessary tasks, seeking to put behind them the embarrassing incident in the penthouse where his friend Marco inadvertently witnessed their intimate encounter the previous night. It's a good thing Orion efficiently extracted the necessary device, stopping the video. His friend playfully teased him until he departed, further coloring Erin's cheeks with embarrassment. In the car, Erin couldn't help but ask, "Was it really okay for me to come along?" "Yes," Orion reassured her. "After what happened last night, I can't leave you in the penthouse." His reassurance brought comfort to Erin. The notion that Orion was genuinely concerned about her well-being was comforting. Yet, she couldn't help but harbor a hope that his feelings for her were sincere. As they traveled the road, her phone suddenly rang, and the screen displayed an unfamiliar number. Erin furrowed her forehead, staring at it for a moment in contemplation. "Is the
Erin confidently strode into the office, her head held high, with Orion, Mike, and Assistant Jorge following closely, all donning serious expressions. A discreet glance at Orion revealed him in a simple polo shirt paired with a jacket, projecting the aura of a seasoned bodyguard with years of service to Drew Walton. The production manager guided them through the office, introducing Erin as Miss Villaverde, Mr. Lawrence's daughter. Some onlookers, who had perceived her solely as an employee for only a few months, were taken aback. The news of Erin assuming the chairman position had stirred the office, prompting the usual commotion. However, some managers couldn't help but harbor skepticism and wariness, not necessarily due to her uncle's influence but rather owing to her gender and perceived lack of business experience. As they made their way through the office, Erin caught wind of a group gossiping about her. "Do you know who the bodyguard is? That's Drew Walton's handsome protect
Erin dedicated herself to understanding every aspect of the Yurich Corporation. Her mind throbbed with uncertainty, grappling with decisions that weighed heavily on her. Doubt lingered about her ability to lead Yurich effectively.Aside from the chief finance officer, she was among those responsible for signing the checks. However, she could not determine where the man's loyalty indeed lay in this capacity.
Orion's chest tightened as if a dagger had plunged deep within him while he gazed at Erin. Clenching his fists, he struggled to find the right words for the young woman. Emotion was a luxury he couldn't afford; he was there to protect her, though that wasn't his true mission. He was meant to hurt her, and the gravity of his actual purpose was slipping from his mind.He was there to inflict harm, a fact he was dangerously close to forgetting amidst the turmoil of his conflicting missions.A pivotal change in both of their lives had caused a transformation in Orion's feelings. Jenna's reminders jolted him back to reality, reminding him that he stood by E
Erin found herself in a state of confusion regarding the dynamics between her and Orion. Instead of succumbing to tears, she diverted her attention to office matters. But despite her efforts to focus on work, thoughts of Orion lingered persistently in her mind.She had often felt a sense of significance in her connection with Orion. Still, there were instances when reaching him seemed challenging. Abruptly, he departed without bringing her along.
Months later... As the days unfolded amidst the ancient branches of towering trees, a soft breeze caressed the leaves, weaving a delicate melody that echoed the whispers of times past. The relentless march of time had etched its mark upon the weathered gravestones, standing as solemn guardians adorned with the names of those who once thrived with vitality. Some graves bloomed with freshly placed flowers, while others surrendered to the embrace of moss and roots, each telling a tale that had reached their poignant conclusion. Erin tenderly laid a bouquet of pristine white roses before the gravestone of someone she once knew as Orion's wise and strong brother, Daryl. It marked the anniversary of his passing. Having become a part of the Arvesso family through her recent marriage to Orion, Erin joined them in visiting Daryl's resting place. As she fixed her gaze upon the inscription of his name and the date of his death, a pang of guilt coiled around her heart, unseen but deeply f
Orion's waning interest in responding to Erin's question was palpable. "Well?" Erin asked once more, anticipation etched on her face. "Why did you agree to marry Tanya?" Orion's brow furrowed. "Do you believe I was romantically involved with Zach's sister?" "No." Initially, Erin had presumed there was a romantic connection between Orion and Tanya, conjecturing that their relationship had grown deeper, considering Tanya's pregnancy as evidence of such intimacy. However, the harsh reality of Tanya's miscarriage and Orion's subsequent public explanation unveiled the true nature of their bond with Erin. It dawned on her that what she had perceived as a serious relationship was, in fact, a casual affair. Orion recounted the events involving Mr. Niel Arvesso and Tanya, shedding light on what transpired in the hotel and the circumstances surrounding Tanya's pregnancy. "If that's the case, you knew from the beginning you weren't the father of the child she was carrying..." E
Erin's fingertips lightly brushed against Orion's cheek as they sat together in the car. Despite having a driver at their disposal, they paid him no attention, lost in each other's company. Orion monopolized her thoughts entirely. The disbelief lingered within Erin as though the day's events existed only in a dream. "Please, tell me this isn't a dream," Erin pleaded. In response, Orion silenced her with a tender kiss, his lips tracing a path down her neck. The driver's cheeks flushed crimson as he glanced at the rearview mirror. He wished he could vanish, overwhelmed by the palpable passion unfolding in the backseat. Their actions were simple yet intimate—kisses exchanged, sweet words whispered. Before long, they arrived back at Orion's residence, where Erin and Lacey were currently staying. Orion scooped Erin into his arms, carrying her inside. As they crossed the threshold, Erin's gaze fell upon a lone suitcase nestled by the doorway, a silent witness to Orion's hurried d
The movements, exchanges of conversation, and the beeping of various devices reverberated in Orion's ears like echoes from a dream. Erin's tears haunted his thoughts, her pleas for him not to let go echoing endlessly. Each time she cried, his heart sank deeper, consumed by worry. "Wake up, Orion… Wake up!" The urgent call seemed to emanate from everywhere—Erin's voice and even a faint whisper within his own mind. He needed to rise, to return to the woman he loved. It was as if an enchantment had ensnared his skin, holding him captive in its grasp, steadfast and unyielding. With deliberate slowness, he unfurled his eyelids, welcomed by the scene of Marco's fervent typing on his laptop. A lump materialized in his throat, accompanied by a cascade of numbness and anguish that inundated his entire being. The intensity of the pain threatened to elicit curses from his lips, but his voice emerged raspy and weak. "W-water..." he managed to croak. Marco's eyes widened, the color draining
As they sat together in the hospital lounge, Lily's tender touch wiped away Erin's tears. They both waited anxiously for any updates on Orion's condition, their shared concern palpable in the silent moments between them. The hospital restricted access to the intensive care unit to prevent overcrowding and minimize the risk of introducing infections. Visitors were required to wear gowns to prevent any potential transmission of bacteria to the patient. "Erin, you must continue to balance your responsibilities, both at work and with Lacey," Lily advised, offering her support. It had been a challenging month since Orion's hospitalization, and Erin struggled to juggle her obligations. Despite Lily's occasional return home to Bel-Air, Erin remained steadfast in her vigil by Orion's side in the city. "I know your heart is with Orion, but don't forget about Lacey," Lily reminded her gently. As Erin sank onto the couch, the weight of her exhaustion evident, she reflected on her sacrifices
"Orion! Orion! P-please, do your best to stay awake," Erin pleaded, trailing behind James' group of men carrying Orion. She feared that if he closed his eyes, it could be the last time she saw him. Orion's gaze appeared delirious, mirroring Erin inside his mind. He struggled to place his palm on her cheek, his efforts indicative of his weakening condition. James swiftly called for a helicopter to expedite their departure from the area where they had engaged Douglas Mikael's group. As they exited the building, Marco hurried towards Erin. "Erin!" he called out. "Marco!" She sobbed, embracing her friend tightly. "O-Orion..." Her voice faltered, unable to articulate her fears. "I understand. We must get him to the nearby city. I've informed the hospital and made the necessary arrangements. We cannot linger here in Acapulco," Marco assured her. Minutes later, assistance arrived. Erin followed silently, tears streaming down her face as she held Orion's hand, her prayers unspoken. A me
Five years ago, Erin and Orion engaged in meaningful agreement when Orion served as her bodyguard. During that time, he provided her with a number to call in case of trouble, a number that Erin never imagined would remain working to this day. Upon hearing Erin's voice, Orion struggled to contain his emotions. Both of them felt the weight of the situation, teetering on the edge of tears. "My love, are you alright?" Orion's voice trembled with concern, his trembling words betraying the depth of his emotions. The weight of sadness hung palpably between them, echoing the turmoil of their hearts. "I need a solid crust," Erin replied. Attempting to steady himself, Orion exclaimed, "I must compose myself! Fuck! How many guards are there? How many require rescue?" Recalling her observations earlier, Erin cryptically mentioned, "There's an abundance of cheese, an overwhelming number of pepperonis. The crust must be sturdy and thick," conveying to Orion the gravity of the challenge he face
"I need your help," Erin pleaded with Jenna as she made her way to Jenna's cabin. Caught off guard by Erin's sudden appearance, her cousin paused momentarily, her eyebrows furrowing in surprise. However, she swiftly composed herself, her hands continuing their fluid motion as she applied blush to her cheeks with practiced precision. Raising an eyebrow at Erin's request, Jenna couldn't help but wonder if she was losing her mind, entertaining the thought of helping someone she had distanced herself from. Jenna paused her makeup routine, crossed her arms, and met Erin's gaze in the mirror. "Are you suggesting I aid in your escape?" "Yes," Erin replied. She felt desperate. Honey had assured her that staying on the current floor offered some safety, thanks to Boss Scar's protection. However, venturing to the main deck, where the cruise clients resided, seemed perilous; too many individuals there harbored ill intentions towards her, making escape unlikely and survival uncertain. "Tha
Erin was so taken aback that she found herself unable to form a response. "J-Jenna?" she stammered. The woman before her remained stoic. Her demeanor drastically altered after five long years. She moved with unsteady steps, avoiding Erin's gaze. Erin recalled Honey's account of a woman who had been mistreated almost to the point of death by Bald, staying inside a cabin to recuperate. Could that woman possibly be Jenna? Approaching her cousin cautiously, Erin asked, "What happened to you? Why are you here?" She reached out for Jenna's hand, only to have it swiftly withdrawn. "Don't feign concern now!" Jenna retorted sharply. Despite her surprise, Erin's concern for Jenna was genuine; she simply hadn't anticipated this turn of events. Jenna attempted to compose herself, her facade crumbling. "A woman I share a room with mentioned Boss Scar's involvement in your abduction. I need to know if it's true!" "You've seen me. Are you reveling in your revenge?" Erin questioned, grappling