My arms around his neck tightened, feeling a strange sensation inside of me. A beautiful and delicious sensation that almost brought me to the brink. I was about to fall and I didn't know if Rhysand would reach me or not.The kiss was slow, long and I found that I was so immersed in it that I only realized that he was sitting on my chair and I was on his lap. There's no mistaking this seductive, sensual kiss that promises sexual satisfaction. The part of my core that was covered by the pants was pressing against the hardened part of him."Dinner?" he breathes.I shook my head, "I have to meet Jordan." I had started to leave from his lap but he the strength of his two arms around my waist made it impossible for me to do it. I sighed harshly. "Rhys."His expression became stern, as if he didn't like my words. "We'll do it after you meet him.""No." I spat. I moved to get out of his arms. Even though this kiss really drowned me in passion and promised an outlet that I really wanted and I
I took a deep breath as I sat across from Jordan. In front of me was a glass filled with water, and the other was filled with apple juice, my favourite.He stared at me intently and then look behind me again, where from what I heard, Rhysand was approached by a man and asked him to speak.Jordan looked at me with furrowed brows. "There's no way you two happen to have the same plan, right?""He insists on coming with me." I took a deep breath as Jordan's expression slowly revealed his displeasure. "Rhysand was there when you called me."Jordan wanted to say something more about it but somehow he stopped his intention. I took a glass of mineral water and drank it halfway to moisten my dry neck. Jordan looked at me without saying anything. I think he feels the same way that I do. Didn't have the words to start or was too scared to start.So I put down my glass and started to brave myself by saying, "What about Claudia?" I swallowed. "What about your baby?"Jordan's expression was unpredi
I Bet You Think About Me by Taylor Swift plays over the large speakers in the living room. I mumbled the song softly as I walked out of my bed room after I finished getting ready to come to the office. Rhysand didn't tell me to come over to his place this morning, and that left me plenty of free time to relax.Rafaella was busy cooking in the kitchen, from the smell I guessed she is cooking chicken soup. Gabriella who I know didn't come home from last night left Rafaella free to do whatever she wanted."You look excited this morning." I said while frowning when I saw how she occasionally shook her body and singing while cooking.She smiled. "Morning, My Sunshine."I'm frowning at her calling for me. "I guess something fun happened to you yesterday until you were willing to come home late at night." I quipped as I poured warm mineral water into my glass.Rafaella did come home late at night, I had slept soundly in my bed without dreaming at all. She's been so excited since yesterday th
The dealings of Rhysand meeting with his parents didn't bother me at all. What bothered me was that I couldn't get out of my own room. I mean I'm really stuck.I can't even get down to the floor below this floor to eat my lunch. Instead, Ron brought a lunch for me.The hope that I wouldn't be bothered by Rhysand after breaking up with Jordan didn't come true.Fuck.How could all of Rhysand del Millero's matters affect my activities?I snorted in annoyance at Ron who was relaxing in the chair opposite me. He was still casually staring at his phone. "Could you, very clearly, tell me why I have to be cooped up here?" I asked, before continuing again. "I have absolutely nothing to do with your big boss."Ron looked at me from behind his device, raising an eyebrow. "Hmm, you weren't before, but now that's changed."Realized that what he said made no sense at all. I frowned. "Why would that be? I don't think I've ever had anything to do with Rhysand del Millero."Ron took a shaky breath. "O
I don't want you to be hurt by my son.Before me Zwetta Miller's features were still soft, and considerate. There was no expression of contempt there, no expression of cruelty and warning like a mother who wants a woman to stay away from her son.There is only gentle attention. Like she's trying to keep me away from her son."I don't understand."Zwetta smiled smugly. "I know that." She took a breath, leaning back. "Rhysand and I had quite a conflict." She swallowed hard, her eyes filled with deep sadness. "He... hates me."I've heard this from Jordan."And that's why I always watch him from afar. Even though I live in Barcelona, I always know what he's doing, and who he meets, which women accompany him." Rhysand del Millero's mother sighed, closing her eyes for a moment. "I can tell what he's been up to, the one thing he's been so focused on lately." Her amber eyes that were so beautiful like her son's looked at me. "You, Amanda."I held my breath."He's so obsessed with you."Some
He followed me as I walked out of his room to get my coffee that was left in the kitchen.I don't want you to see her again, if she's still here. He said when I balked at what he did.The attention of the employees who were so attached to us as we walked towards the kitchen made me guess what their thoughts were. Do they think that we have a special relationship? Or worse, they thought I was one of Rhysand's women?I sighed. I try not to care what people think because in reality it's not true.I'm nobody but Rhysand del Millero's personal assistant."Suddenly I want coffee." Rhysand said from behind me as we entered the kitchen, and how relieved I was to find no one here but my coffee still on the table. "You can make it for me. If you mind, Princess."That name again..I just nodded and walked over to the counter to do as he said. I pulled the glass from the cupboard, and tore off the coffee packet."No sugar." Whisper right in my ear made me choke.Rhysand wrapped his arms around my
I felt my body float, and my head rested on a firm but soft pillow, and rose and fell in a gentle motion.I blinked my eyes which had been closed for a while because of the heavy weight that hit my eyes. A neck and a chin of a man was the first blurry sight I saw. I jolted into a struggle to get down because I wasn't in Reagan's arms but someone I didn't know, I just realized that. The man who stopped me from falling onto the couch just now wasn't Reagan but a man I didn't recognize at all.He looked down when he felt my movement.His face that I saw behind my blurry vision was something I recognized.Oh God.My heart skipped a beat as I finally recognized who this man was.And this is worse.Rhysand.I'd rather be carried by a man I don't know than to be with him."Put me down." I said in a commanding tone.He chuckled softly as he looked ahead again. "You can't even stand up, Amanda." His reply made me snort.Fuck tequilla.I shouldn't have fallen for Rafaella's words. I shouldn't b
I wasn't so drunk last night that I can still remember where Rhysand took me, remember what he did to me and how I felt about it. How does it feel to be touched and how do I enjoy it. I took a deep breath as I stared at the wide glass wall in front of me.I've been sober since fifteen minutes ago and still keep quiet to pick up the remnants of my sanity that's been scattered somewhere. And I'm not in Rhysand's VVIP club room anymore, but in his penthouse. I'm sure, instead of leaving me to Reagan and Rafaella, he brought me here last night.They must be looking for me. And the asshole man is still sleeping with steady breathing behind me who is lying on his side. His arms wrapped tightly around my stomach, his face was on the nape of my neck and his legs locked onto mine. And I'm just wearing the big shirt he wears on me when I'm unconscious. No underwear, just like some time ago when I was sick.This is another reason I didn't move at all the first time I woke up. I didn't want to wa
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