The aroma of something delicious teased Ivette's nostrils and seduced her from blissful sleep. The sound of movement around her had her opening her eyes. She squinted at the dimly lit room, eyes resting upon the large glass sliding doors that took up the entire wall on her right and overlooked a vast private pool. The soft light of the evening bathed the room with a golden glow and...her eyes darted to the corner of the room where someone stood, watching her. She moved slightly, yawning tiredly. "Ron?" She was still feverish, and her head pounded, but she was warm and the bed underneath her was to die for. It felt like she was lying on fluffy clouds. The figure by the door moved, triggering the motion sensors and Ivette winced at the sudden brightness that flooded the room. "Good to see you're alive, lass." Ivette shot up from the bed and fell back on her back as pain shot through her head and her spine. "Coulda told you that was a terrible idea
Ivette woke up feeling lighter than she had in a long time. Safer. Freer. Last night was hazy but she knew he'd stuck with her, through the fever. She had fallen asleep to his scent, and to his cool hands caressing her cheek, lulling the fever away. Her cheeks heated as she creeped out of the room. She wanted to thank him. Perhaps, she'd been a little too hard on him. Accusing him, punching him that way and insulting him. He could've left, but he didn't. He'd stayed. And it mattered to her more than anything anyone had ever done for her. For she had always looked out for herself. In the direst of situations when she couldn't care for herself, she'd gone through those moments alone. Not because she loved being a loner. But because she couldn't afford to let anyone else see her at her lowest. Her weakest. Somehow, it stayed that way. Because she couldn't show it, no one bothered asking anymore. They assumed she could look after herself, and even if that
Ivette was at the bar again. It was the only place she found solace these days. The entire seemed farther away with each glass she took, and it was a small relief for her. A small escape from everything that bore down on her. She was getting married in three days. She laughed. It was a cold and brittle sound. How did she feel about all of it? Sick to the stomach. It brought a lot of things into perspective. Too many things she didn't even want to think about. So she drank, drowning herself, and the sound of the cheers coming from the audience as Aaron was being interviewed. Aaron Maxwell, the soon to be heir and CEO of Maxwell Industries and King Corp, they called him. Ivette laughed again, and the Italian bartender who had become a quick friend wiggled his full and dark eyebrows at her. "Bad day, Senorita?" Ivette blew out a breath and took the bottle of Martini from his right hand and flipped the cork. "You have no idea." "Perhaps, I do." "Are y
"Just...let me touch you, Ivy. I've missed you," Aaron murmured, planting kisses on her forehead, her temples, her cheeks, her nose, and his lips crashed into hers with aggressive demand and his tongue darted on when her lips parted to protest. "Ron--" His hands circled her waist, pulling her closer, and he grounded against her, letting her feel his hardness. "It's been so long. This dress tormented me all day," he murmured against her lips, hands moving from her narrow waist to cup her ass. He squeezed tightly and Ivette staggered back, falling unto the couch. "Couldn't wait to rip it off you." She felt ill. Goosebumps eroded her skin with each touch of his lips. Suffocation. Fatigue. Mild irritation. Disinterest. No arousal. She genuinely wasn't in the mood right now, but Aaron wasn't listening. "Aaron...another time--" "Now, Ivy," His words slurred as his hands began pushing off her jacket. "Aaron, stop," Ivette pleaded when he sucked on
"Too heavy?" Ivette looked up from the oversized trophy in her grasp and Cian found himself staring into hollow empty eyes. Her hazel eyes lacked brightness and in its stead, there was only fatigue and resignation. She blinked once, eyes flipping over him swiftly and she raised a lean shoulder before dropping it. "I'm sure yours is heavier." Indeed, his trophy had been a large monstrous thing and he had had no small pleasure handing it over to Rosalind with the nastiest grin on his face. However, that hadn't mattered. He had been watching the lass all afternoon. Not that she had noticed. That was the problem. She hadn't noticed his gaze on her as she'd collected the trophy from the lady presenter. He couldn't tell what was wrong with her and it disturbed him more than he wanted it to. "Heading back so quickly?" He asked, tipping his head toward the door from which music flitted out from. She shrugged. "Dancing is exhausting." He was
How to make this moment last forever, Cian brooded. It was the first time he was... waltzing because he wanted to. He had been to numerous blind date, courtesy of his grandfather, and he had done one too many waltzes with lasses whose names he couldn't recall. But this...this was different. He had known she would be different the moment she had walked around him in that club and grabbed his butt shamelessly. It had destabilized him, and he had never been same since that day. In his arms, she was wee, yet his hands rested perfectly against the curve of her hips as though, they belonged there. He gazed down at her and he found her sharp gaze already on him. He couldn't read the look in her eyes and he hated that. "Tell me what you're thinking," He whispered, tightening his hands on her waist and he swung them left, matching the rhythm of the song. "You go first," she murmured breathing heavily. His eyes searched hers as he said, "You have beautiful
“You banged Cian MAcGregor?!” Riley squealed and Ivette rolled on her back, holding the tablet up so her friends could see her well enough. “Annet! You knew about this and you didn’t tell me!” Ann only lifted a brow and withdrew the top of the ball pen she had been biting on from her mouth. “It’s not like you ever tell us about your activities with those Italian men. How’s Franchesca by the way?” Riley’s cheeks flamed. “It’s Francesco and we broke up months ago!” Ann rolled her eyes before staring into the camera with concern. “I assume the wedding date being pushed up stemmed from Aaron’s finding out.” Ivette sighed, nodding. Somehow, five days away from Seattle managed to feel like years. She missed her friends. She missed home. But she dreaded returning now. ”Yeah. He was mad and—I don’t—I can’t get married like this.” “Well, say no. Call it off!” Riley said, but she soon paused, grey eyes clouded with confusion. “But. . .You’ve waited for so long to ti
Aaron's angry blue eyes swept down Ivette's form, noting Ivette's disheveled hair, her lips swollen from kissing and the state of her clothes.Then he looked to Cian whose gaze remained on Ivette, completely ignoring Aaron's sudden presence and Aaron's eyes flared."You stay away from her. You stay away," he fumed.Cian smirked and it was an arrogant and cocky grin that had Ivette's heart thudding against her chest. "I will, if the lass tells me to."Aaron dashed forward, drawing a fist to hit Cian but Ivette place her body between them, touching Aaron's chest, placating him. "Please, Ron. Don't--" He shoved her aside, hard. Pain shot into her rib as she crashed into the guardrail on the left wall of the elevator and a whimper left her lips. Hands were instantly on her arms and cheeks, scanning her for any injuries and Cian's eyes burned with rage. "Have you lost your mind?" He yelled, but Ivette slapped his hands off her. He didn't have that right. He had done th
A month later..."Definitely not!" Riley squealed and Amelia glanced up from her phone. The downturn of her lips showed her disapproval and Ivette growled, stepping out of the gown.Cian was in Seattle for the weekend and she finally had a day off work. A perfect day for a date, but she had no idea what to wear.No matter that she had nearly ordered the entire boutique. She just couldn't find the right dress. For the first time they were meeting in the past month, she wanted to look hot enough to have him unable to take his eyes off her.It had been frustrating on all levels. He had called everyday, and they'd had enough video calls to last for a lifetime, but it hadn't been enough. She had missed him so much, she had cried on some nights.After signing the contract with him, he had left for some work and got stuck with loads of it. Having also had quite a lot of work load due to the near fail of the company, she couldn't afford to leave. Or take a trip.Heavens. She missed him."Thi
Heels clicked, and heads turned. It was an effort not to cringe from the eyes that followed as she crossed the parking lot. It was expected. She was the talk of the town—maybe even the world.Leaving Scotland had been hard, but Ivette had been left with no choice. She had already begun to miss everything. Cian’s family. Cian’s home. She hadn’t enough time to say goodbye to them but she had consoled herself with the knowledge that she would be returning soon. After she had fixed the mess she had started by running in the first place.Falling into step by her side was Cian. Cian had blatantly refused to let her come out in public alone. He had stuck to her side since they got off the flight like she was honey and he were a bee. She hadn’t pushed any further. She didn’t think she could face it alone either.She didn’t have a plan yet.Her fingers grew sweaty as they reached the sliding doors of the company. This was it. The moment she had chewed off her nails for. Anxiety drummed within
The sound of the door creaking had Ivette stirring from her sleep, but what had her eyes snapping open was when someone cussed softly. “Hell Cian, learn to lock the door!”“Knock before entering, Fio,” Cian said softly as his hands tightened around Ivette. She hid her face in his chest and drew up the covers to hide her nakedness after murmuring a quick, “Morning, Fiona.”“Breakfast in fifteen. Da is waiting. Doona make me come back here to drag both your asses downstairs!” she squealed before slipping out the door.“Morning lass,” Cian purred and she shivered at silky caress of it against her sin. She smiled against his chest and darted out a tongue to lick the slick pane of it, giggling. He tasted like salt, citrus and man. It was erotic and intoxicating.He groaned and in a split second, he was stretched atop her, nuzzling her neck. Laughing, she threw her hands about him, bringing his head to her bare chest. “We should go down for breakfast soon.”“Hmm,” he murmured and the vibrat
Somehow, they made it through the large double doors and past the confusing hallways of the Cian's home.Somehow they made it through the door amidst wild kisses and harsh breaths. She were a little drunk, but Ivette had enough presence to cup Cian's groin and rub her fingers against the length of it because she knew he liked it when she did that.Ivette's breath whooshed out of her lungs when her back hit his door. He reached around her and twisted the door knob.She sucked on his tongue and he groaned as he blindly walked them into his room and pushed her back on the bed roughly.She might have minded if she was in the mood for gentle touches and caresses. But she wasn't. She wanted rough. She wanted wild. She wanted hard.Ivette inched upward, motioning to unlace the gown but Cian caught her hand, growling. The words were heavy and thick with lust and it made the Scottish burr all the more beguiling. "You look stunning in that dress. I want to see it on you while I fuck you."Th
"Lovely!" Fiona squealed as she pinned the last lock in place and Ivette smiled, turning around to look in the mirror.She was dressed in a stunning floor-length gown that hugged her figure in all the right places. The gown was made of a soft, flowing fabric, perhaps silk or chiffon, in a deep shade of green that brings out the color of her eyes.It's plunging neckline revealing her elegant collarbone and enough cleavage to hold a man's attention. The sleeves were off-the-shoulder, adding an alluring touch to her ensemble, and on her neck sat a simple golden masterpiece.The dress was adorned with intricate beading and embroidery that sparkled in the light, drawing attention to her every movement. The beading was carefully crafted to accentuate the curves of her body, adding a touch of elegance to her appearance.Cian had sent it earlier as a gift with the note, "I want to see you in this, lass."And he'd chosen well.Fiona had braided her hair intricately in an updo with small br
"Shit!" Ivette said, twisting to look at him. "Do not sneak up on me like that!"Where was Fiona? Where did he come from?Cian smiled, reaching around her to grab a cookie from the tray. "You're cooking. Why?"Her cheeks flamed and she bit on her lower lip nervously. "I...uh...got hungry."He shot her a knowing look that said he knew she was lying but she didn't mind, not as he took a bite out of the cookie and her eyes dropped to his lips as he chewed.Hell.He could even make chewing seem hot.His gaze met hers and held. He regarded her with burning intensity and her body instantly reacted, even if he hadn't yet touched her."Doona be looking at me like that, lass. I might just kiss you."She sucked in her lower lip, wetting it and she looked at him beneath thick, long lashes. "And if I want you to?"Eyes dark, he leaned in subtly and whispered against her cheek, scent of shortbread teasing her nostrils, "Tell it to me. Tell me what you want."But words were hardly her forte. "I do
Ivette's breath turned shallow when Cian cupped her cheek. "Let me court you, lass."Her eyes shuttered and her insides twisted with the suddenly realization that she shouldn't have said that. "I...I can't.""Why do you keep running from me? Rejecting me? I am fairly certain you feel something for me--though I doona know what it is. I see it in your eyes. You want this. You want me."She shook her head, inching out of his grasp. "This isn't right. I can't be with you Cian.""And why isn't this right?""Because it just isn't!" she cried, feeling the first sign of tears coming on. She blinked them back, taking steps to put enough distance between herself and him. "I just left my entire life behind on a whim. I left my fiance standing at the altar. My parents are looking for me. The whole of Seattle is looking for me. I am a mess right now and I can't do this with you when I am not in the right state of mind!"Cian's jaw clenched and his fists tightened.But when he spoke, his voice was
As Ivette rode on the horse beside Cian, she couldn't help but feel a rush of excitement and exhilaration coursing through her veins. Her long hair whipped behind her in the wind, and her eyes sparkled with joy as she leaned forward in the saddle, urging the horse to go faster. Her head snapped left when she noted Cian catching up and she rammed her foot into the horse's side, yelling an unintelligible word that had Cian barking out in laughter.The horse galloped across the rolling hills, kicking up dust and sending rocks scattering in its wake. Ivette's heart raced with each powerful stride, feeling the raw strength and energy of the animal beneath her.Beside her, Cian's grinned with an unholy light in his eyes, sharing in her excitement at the challenge.She knew he was holding back his speed with the horse to match hers. His eyes followed her every move, taking her in with looks she recognized. It was the same way he'd looked at her the night they had met. Awe. Fascination. And s
The cool wind whipped at Ivette’s hair and she tucked a dark lock behind her ear. Knees wobbly, she shifted from foot to foot, silently though, so as not to disturb Cian.He had not moved an inch or said a word since he’d placed the flowers upon their headstones that had several other similar bouquets arranged about them, causing the area to resemble a flower garden. He stood motionless, eyes vacant. Though, he said nothing, she felt his grief from feet away. The pain emanating from him was palpable and she blinked back the sting of tears she felt behind her eyes.She thought about her parents. She had grown up alone, even when they had been with her, but it didn’t mean she didn’t love them or miss them. She couldn’t imagine what it felt like for Cian, whose family had been closely knitted.Never had she wanted to console someone so much. She wanted to place a hand on his shoulder and squeeze lightly. She wanted to hold him and say things she didn’t know—anything to reduce the grief s