"Enough, Rhys." I let out a gasping sound as his hands crawled up my breast again. Squeezing it as his face drops to my neck.Teasing me again, and again.We were both naked, completely naked on the bed in his private room which was in his office. Touching each other until I remember nothing but pleasure and release. What he did to me was able to make me not think about anything and made me let go of all the heavy things that weighed on my mind and heart. Even though he is most of the cause, on the other hand he is the only one who is able to extinguish the fire that is inside me so that all that is left is smoke.I can't fall in love with this man.I'd rather never have been in love at all than have my love unrequited, and fall for a man who would only play me as his bitch. I've seen that possibility quite a few times though I've had a few denials when I heard what he said about me.That I was different from the women he spent time with. In contrast to women who satisfy his lust. But
I wake up with my head throbbing, and my eyes stinging.Last night, well, I did choose to tell everything and let it all go with crying that lasted for more than two hours. The big-hearted Gabriella was calmly at my side, and several times gave me a gentle pat on the shoulder. Told me that it's okay to cry, it's okay to let it all go, and I did.Let go of all the things that attack me in one and the same time, and without pause. All the problems that brutally shocked me mentally, and became a burden that pressed my chest until all I could feel was continuous tightness.That feeling faded little by little because I had let it out by crying, and I was grateful that Gabriella was always by my side and said nothing but a good listener. She doesn't judge me and I don't know how I got up this morning if it wasn't because of her.I sat myself on the bed while wrapping my whole body, except my head, with my thick blanket. My stinging eyes stare at the sight of snowfall that's back to attack N
"You told me there was another way besides waiting for her husband to leave, right?" I said as he put me in the back seat of the car.This time he was chauffeured in his fancy limo, and the astonishment seeped into me a little because, hell, why did he have to have a chauffeur when it wasn't that far from his office? But it was thrown to the side of the road when I remembered something.Rhysand sat by my side with a frown."Why? There must be another way, right?""Why are you so excited? Didn't I say that we shouldn't rush into it?"I snorted. "But I can't wait any longer, Rhys.""Baby," one of his hands wrapped around my waist and he lifted me to be on his lap. Seeing that he wasn't bothered at all by my weight made me a little weird. Am I really not that heavy? "There has to be a process. We have to pay attention to the invisible details that might otherwise be overlooked." His hands brought my head to rest on his chest, making me stare at the beautiful New York City with snow. "And
"Let her go, Jordan. You will die if he sees this.” Bellva drew closer to us, her eyes wide with lingering worry.I don't know what she's thinking, what's the worst thing Rhysand could do to Jordan, but I already understand what bad things Rhysand can cause. He even set me up, and he destroyed Jordan and me. Setting things up so that all that was revealed was that Jordan was having an affair with Claudia. And now perhaps whatever warning Bellva gave would come true."Jordan." I called out as let go of his really strong hug on my body.He still mumbles the word 'sorry' repeatedly in my ear until I feel the heat in my chest."Jordan, please." I squeaked softly. "Please, let me go."He took a deep breath before finally letting go of my hug. Jordan's face was glazed and haggard, all I could see was sadness and regret. I don't want that. I don't want him to get lost in his emotions because I want him to be able to answer my questions clearly. I don't want to accept all the flattery and apo
"Who—whose life is in his hands?" Jordan asked, his eyes widening with surprise.I shook my head. "You don't have to know. All you need to know is that I will be fine."His hands tugged at his hair with an irritated expression. "No, Amanda. You're not going to be fine." Jordan shook his head. "Trust me, Amanda. I'll help you run from him.""Jordan, I don't want you to be in any danger."I let out a rough breath behind the pressure that overtook me. I know that Jordan will not give up easily either. He would still keep pushing me, and then put himself in danger. Rhysand had told me enough that he would do something to Jordan if Jordan dared to approach me again, and Bellva being here told me that Rhysand was serious. But somehow Jordan ignored that. All I could see from his face was that he wasn't scared at all by the warning Bellva gave him, what made him look frantic was because he was worried about me.And finding that made my heart ache. He's been through so bad, Rhysand has played
It took me a few seconds to realize it was only three hours after Rhysand left me at his castle, and it made the anticipation build inside me because he was back seven hours earlier, and it was only half an hour since Jordan was here.I was sitting on the couch in the lounge on the first floor and facing the big flat screen showing a comedy series. The classic nuance, which is mixed with modern, and also the large window that displays the back of the castle which is adorned by a cloudy sky makes my heart calm a little.And then the sudden tension inside of me told me he was coming.And that is right.He appeared in the opening between the living room and the living room, pausing only to glance back and forth between me and Bellva, and then strode toward us again, and sat down on the arm of the couch beside me."Nice to meet you, Belly." he said, of course, to Bellva. The tone was not influenced by fun, but sarcasm.Bellva just grunted before saying, "Nice to meet you too, Rhysie." She
The small fire that was inside me ignited so that it burned me to the core. I don't know what I'm doing right now but I kiss him, so aggressively and passionately untill I push him onto the couch, onto his lap and kiss him again.My heart pounded as our tongues touched and danced, just like it did the first time, and the last time. Whenever I kiss him, I know that it will feel like the first time I did it. We kissed and kissed, and though he would have known this if I had acted differently, he didn't push me. He's waiting for me. He just followed my lead, saying nothing as I pressed a small kiss on the back of his throat.Sliding his palm up and down my arm, he remains still as I pull my hand up to his chest. When I reached his stomach, I knelt down. His hands slip away from me, floating by my side as I unzip his pants, feeling the hard thickness there.Something like heat against my chest, and across my face as I reach in, wrap my fingers around his warm, hard skin. He panted heavily
A warm and soothing feeling slipped inside my heart, a strange thing that I've never felt from another person, it's all I can get in his arms.The anxiety, and the fear is still there, but it lies deep inside my heart. Because I know that this is something else: a calm that I crave and want to ease my head. Even though the only one who can give that is the same man who messed me up.I don't know what happened to me.. how can I get peace and chaos in the same person. It's all mixed up, and even I have mixed feelings. Rhysand really is the definition of gray line for me.It was the same as I was doing right now, on top of him, our naked bodies touching and I rested my cheek on his strong and athletic chest, hearing his strong but comfortable heartbeat. His hand stroked my bare back, and his slow, lazy movements let me know that he was enjoying this too. I stared at the heavy rain behind the balcony glass door which had washed away the large amount of remaining snow from yesterday's snow
Rhysand. I caressed her face, amazed at how soft her skin was, and how it would still be beautiful even when she fell asleep with her mouth open and her hair messy.I planted a kiss on his forehead, stroking the enlarged belly, containing our two children. Something lit up inside me. Happiness and many more thrilling feelings that make me always kneel in front of her.I kissed her again, kissing her face with light kisses, and biting her cheek which were more chubby than before.Cute.She writhes under me, grunting when her sleep is disturbed. Her hand pushed my face away, I chuckled."Stay away from me, Rhys. I still want to sleep." Her scolding comes back, and butterflies fly in my chest when I feel that this is real. That she was already in my arms and no one would be able to take her away from me. Even her my famlily, and my family.I put my face on her neck, sipping on the skin of her neck, inhaling the scent that will never bore me. "I love you." The words just came out.She sh
Rafaella isn't much different from our dad, I spent the afternoon listening to her talk about how I should divorce him, raise my two kids with them instead of Rhysand, saying that Rhysand was a bad influence on our kids.I never paid any attention to her. Never bothered about her, I never even filled it into my mind. All I did was hear her, and make a face that I didn't care about what she said. She left when she got tired of lecturing me.Rafaella can be a supportive sibling, and so can I, but she can be a bitch sometimes and always brings something up, whatever she does is keep me wrong, and makes me the coward of all. I know that it's in her nature, but now I can't take it anymore. I was just trying to put my real face on, and tell her that I never heard any of the lectures she gave.I never got any support from her, all she did was blame me and say that everything happened because of me. I did feel it was a mistake, that I should have stayed away from Rhysand. But I have never reg
Rhodes, Greece, Two Months Later.Silence.Quiet.Silent.Empty.Empty.I leaned myself on the small green sofa bed on the balcony. Staring at the beautiful scenery in front of me. Beautiful Lindos beach, and some small kayaks that reach almost the middle of the beach. I put my pregnancy book on top of my stomach which was protruding more than it should. I know that because I'm carrying two babies, and Rafaella often looks at my belly in horror. I don't feel bad about it. Pride and happiness seep into my chest. Realizing that I will be a mother soon.On the other hand the emptiness and silence still surrounds my heart. Shadows and hopes for someone to be by my side to be with me, and face this together. I knew that I was too naive, too hopeful that he would come to me, and take me home. That he would do everything for us. But I'm sure he will. I can't deny how crazy he is and how he could do anything for me. I've been in that position before, and I underestimate his love if I dare to
Seven years later.I leaned back in my chair after finishing chatting with business colleagues who happened to stop me and engage me in conversation with so much nonsense.I took a sip of wine, putting my hands in the pockets of my formal trousers, looking at a woman sitting with her family. There were two women with the same face, and I didn't have to bother to tell which was the other and which was the woman I had been obsessed with for the past seven years.Amanda Dimitriou.Yeah, I've fallen that deep for her. There wasn't a day I spent without watching her from afar until I could even recognize her from a hundred meters away. If she only knew what I've done—how many people's blood I've spilled just because of that about her .. would she have run away?Well, of course yes. Do i care? No. The thing Amanda should know is that she can't run away from me when I come to claim her later.I've already made a plan. Did something to her : got her wasted tonight, stole her, and then brought
It's all fun, and feels so fast.Feels hazy, and so satisfying until I wake up in the morning. Sitting myself on the bed of a two hundred thousand dollar hotel room, staring at the messy bed room. Someone messed up this room last night, and I know it was me. Well, I was drunk, which I never do anymore. I have a high tolerance for alcohol, and I never want to make myself vulnerable in a crowd. I would choose to get drunk in my own room, and then face a headache the next day.Exception for tonight. It's like I'm back in my early puberty : high on alcohol, and then finding a different woman every weekend sleeping in the same bed as me. Naked, of course. I've rarely done that, at least I've never done it in a high state and then forgot the safeguard I always use. I wouldn't take such a risk while I was having conscientious sex, and relief washed over me to see the ripped condom packaging on the floor.I believe my hangover came from exhaustion after having fun and exploring five countries
I realized that I was twenty-two years old, and I had graduated from a business school in New York.It's really an extraordinary thing, and on the other hand it's so annoying.I wanted to grow up, to be able to do something wild, to have more power for it, to be free and then to die with satisfaction. On the other hand I realized that I would never be free from anything. There is a great responsibility that is tightly tied around my neck, and there are many hopes that rest on my shoulders.My grandfather from my father side, and my grandfather from my mother side—they all expected me to become the successor to the business empire they had worked so hard to build themselves.I always thought that if I deserved it all, I had enough self-confidence to make it. More than that, I love them, cherish them. Well, even though I hate their children, I love the parents who gave birth to them. Those two middle-aged couples replaced the love that Bellva and I should have received from two selfish
I don't trust other people.They are fickle, prone to errors, and don't know what they are doing often.They are useless, tasteless, and should not pollute the air with their breath. The disdain I have for these people has been ingrained in me ever since I grew up from the small child phase and gradually discovered what the world is all about.I don't believe in the chance system either. People don't get two or three chances with me. One mistake and they're out.Forever.Anyone who crossed the line once would do it again if given the chance. It's the forbidden fruit, the gratification deferred, and the glorification sought. If they get one taste, they will be compelled to taste another.Then another. And one more.Until they are reduced to animals pursuing their basic needs.Giving them the chance to get close to the line, let alone cross it, is the personification of stupidity.My zero-tolerance policy might describe me as cold-blooded and heartless, but it was better than being labe
My blood rushed under my skin when I saw him.And those same green eyes as mine are adrift with me.His expression hardened, and he started walking towards me. I froze, not knowing what to do with his sudden presence."Are you all right, Amanda?"I shook my head.My heartbeat slowed down when my older brother had stopped right in front of me. That familiar musk scent came to my nose. His face hardened, and underneath it was the longing he had for me."Maven.""Amanda..." he said harshly. "You have no idea how much we flustered looking for you? How long we waited to meet you.""I'm fine." I said. I looked at Jade who was looking at us in confusion. "We'll talk for a bit. You don't need to worry, he's my brother."I know Jade already knows, but I just wanted to let her know that so there's no understanding at all. Jade nodded, and then left us.Maven catches the eye, and leads me to the other end of the room. Close to the exit."I'm fine. You don't need to worry, Maven." I gulped. "I'm
Husband and wife.I never thought that I would experience it so quickly. I didn't expect that my status had changed in two days. So short, and fast.A mother and a wife.My heart expands with happiness as I pull off this elaborate dress with Jade's help.He walked into the bedroom, and that was it.. it felt different and not different. He sat on the edge of the bed. He looked at me, with heat in his eyes, and a bright light in them. I drew closer to him. Stop, and stand between his legs. He hugged my waist, kissing my stomach that was under his shirt that I was wearing. I love wearing his t-shirt, I love his signature scent that never goes away, and it always makes me feel comfortable."I should take off your dress, Wife." he said.His other calls made me smile. Happiness exploded in my heart. "The dress is quite beautiful, and expensive. I will not let you mess it, husband."He looked up, his smile bright."Are you happy?" I stroked his face.He nodded. "Very happy."I sat astride hi