Every year during Christmas, Edward Milano is forced to think about Ariana Alexandre, the innocent nineteen-year-old he bedded for one night. The look on her face when he told her the next morning that it was nothing but a one night stand, still haunted him. He wants her again because no matter how many women he has slept with, they couldn't satisfy the way she did. Fast forward to six years and there she is, working in the company he bought. Edward wants to win her back, no matter what. But she hates him. Not only that but she's got secrets. Secrets that can ruin him for good. ***
View MoreEdward did not give up easily. He was not the kind of guy to give up control. I realised that as the server came with our plates. It started slow, his toe tracing against the sensitive flesh of my calf. The action caused me to instinctively jerk against the contact. I stilled as if not moving a muscle would make me invisible, hoping beyond hope that Edward didn't notice. But if the way I was rigid, he most certainly has. I was aware I had to say something. Anything will do to break the tension, but then Edward raised his head, eyes wide and blinking innocently. A low curse slipped from my mouth unbidden, and my body's response was inevitable. With only two thin layers of fabric between us, heat pooled low in my belly as I felt myself jolt at the touch. His lips parted as if he could read the thought going in my head, and my heart stopped. "Are you all right, cara?" His voice came out raspier than usual. He's still peering staring as if I can even pretend to concentrate when h
Everything was setting me off it seemed. It all started as the dance practice for Fran's wedding progressed I was building up to a dangerous level. I could not stand the friction of my breasts rubbing up against the thin fabric of my shirt, feeling as if I was embarrassingly close to losing my grip and going into a heat mid-practice. That could not happen, however, but as I watched Edward, the way the lighting fell upon every groove of the muscles in his arms, all I could think about was being shoved up against the wall with the strength, held up fully of the ground. Lost in the thought I nearly missed my cue, and the rest of the practice just became far more unbearable after that. My skin was sensitive, and of course, Edward knew exactly how to take me apart, brushing his fingers innocently along my arms, down my back. Seemingly innocent gestures, but he knew what the fuck he was doing, and it was driving me wild. It was unfair because I wanted to focus on making sure nothin
There was a throbbing in my temples at Edward's childish behaviour. He refused to budge from my way, arms crossed. It's as if he knew how to push my buttons. I stood there thoroughly annoyed with the way my nerves frayed. It's like the attraction had been brewing in that stupid bottle, and now that he stood in front, the cap has blown off a shaken fizzy bottle and flying around the room. We stood in silence, Edward not tearing his gaze away from me. I tried to recall every social interaction we ever had so I could get a clue on what to do next. "Aria!" A voice yelled, startling Edward visibly. I winced and looked behind him, only to see Damion approach us with a wide grin stretched across his lips. The colour drained on Edward's face only for it to be replaced by an annoyance radiating off him. His lips were pressed in a thin line, grudgingly moving aside. "Damion? Hey..." I let out a sigh of relief, the grip on my tote loosening and my hands falling by my side. He barel
My whole face felt like it was on fire. Taking a step back, I bumped against the car door, letting the cool surface envelop my back. I sagged against the door, watching as Edward tried to collect himself before answering his phone. "It's Armund." He mouthed while sliding the green icon and pressing the phone against his ear. I watched as he started using his hand animatedly talking over the call. I couldn't hear him anymore as he had put some distance between us, the car parked towards the edge of the road anyway. I tried to focus on my breathing, aware of the way my cheeks were hurting and I couldn't think about anything but the kiss. How could I let him kiss me like that? The worst part of all was I enjoyed it. Oh god. I pressed my palms against my face, smushing my cheeks. It was going to be awkward as we had to drive back home in the same car. My lips still tingled from his touch, and I lightly traced them, rolling my eyes as I remembered the way he aggressively grippe
As the warmth of his body surrounded me, I sank in further, eyes fluttering shut. For a minute straight, nothing mattered anymore as his arms came loosely to wrap around me. My breath hitched in my throat as I realised what I was doing. I was momentarily stunned, not aware of the surroundings. The hair on the back of my neck stood up as I realised people were staring at both of us. Awkwardly I stepped back, semi-aware of his heavy stare at me. He cleared his throat, tugging at his hair when he noticed that I stepped away. I could feel my cheeks redden as he came to stand next to me. A static-like tension settled between both of us and it could be cut through the knife. “Congratulations!” The stall owner cleared his throat, begrudgingly pulling the teddy bear. “Here is your prize.” With a proud smile on his face, Edward accepted it, ducking his head and looking away. “No twice chance now. Shoo!” The owner grumbled, retrieving the rings from the floor. I hid my giggle be
The thought of spending five hours with Edward brought a fuzzy feeling back in my stomach. As if hearing the wheels turn in my head, I heard someone clear their throat. I turned around only to see it was the older man. "If you don't mind can I suggest something?" He adjusted his glasses. Before I could say something Edward hummed, raising his brow in the direction of the man. "There is a Christmas market an hour from here. Lots of things for the lovely couple to do." My eyes lit up at the thought of visiting a Christmas market. I had a lot of memories attached to visiting such markets during my childhood. I tilted my head to look at Edward. "Ah thank you so much for your suggestion. Can I get the address?"Edward questioned, pocketing his hands inside the pants. "Yes! Certainly. Hold on a moment." He said the cheer in his tone made me smile. The man disappeared behind the door and came back with a small card in his hand. "Here. This is the card for my friend's shop.
The pain in my ankle had subsided as I woke up the next day, the bandage Edward had wrapped lying neatly on the bedside table. At the memory of the moment, my lips twitched. He was something else. The mere mention of him bought made my belly flutter. Was that normal? A startled knock on the door brought me back to reality. I blinked only to see Francesca walk into my room, my body sagging in relief. I have been trying to get her alone so that we can talk but it seemed almost impossible. “Ahh! Finally!” I rushed her in, shutting the door behind me and tugging her to bed. My friend let out a squeal, resting her back against the headboard, appearing bewildered. “Are you okay?” “Am I okay?” I blinked at her, echoing her tone. “Are you? What do you mean you are getting married in two weeks Fran? This is crazy.” She let out a sigh. “Aria…I don’t…I am happy.” “Huh?” For the first time in forever, I saw a shy smile on her lips. “Roman…He treats me well. Please do not worry
/His POV/ I tugged at the roots of my hair, angrily slamming the phone on the bed. The sound of the notification was causing a throbbing pain in my temples. Sara—my assistant couldn't stop texting me mundane details for some reason. It started small, her glossing over the day-to-day meetings that I might have to do over Zoom. The minutes that we had to go over from previous ones. As long as it went—she started getting personal. Inquiring about my family and how I spent my time. She also suggested to come over to make things easy. I could see the signs, the signs that she was getting attached quickly. The very first time we had sex I had made it clear to her that it’s just that. Lately, it seemed as if she was getting a different idea in her head. “Edward?” At the knock on the door, I was startled, head snapping towards the direction of the sound. “Dad.” “Care to join us?” My father questioned while standing at the edge of the door. “Sure. Where are we going?” I
As a single-worded question echoed around us, I was filled with the glaring reality of the situation. A sheepish smile curled on my lips, eyes dimming as I was stuck in his arms. That's not how I wanted his mother to find us. Or anyone. Edward was still standing the same way, wearing the same deadpan look on his face from earlier. Did it not bother him? I wondered while sneaking another look at him. His mother stayed rooted on the spot, her eyes shifting between the two of us before finally landing on me. "Arianna, sì?" She asked, her thick Italian accent cutting the tension. Flustered, I shook my head, cringing at the full name. No one called me that unless my mother if she was in a bad mood. I hated the full use of my name felt like a task. "Yes...err" I clicked my tongue, pausing for a second to think if I should correct her but then went ahead. "I prefer Aria." She bobbed her head, "Aria." The name easily rolled off her tongue except for the r sound. "Are you hur
A huge sigh slipped out of my lips. This was not going to end well. Oh well. What's the harm in trying again? Sucking a sharp breath, I tried again only for the chain to dig in my thumb and unzip. I winced in pain, wetting the tip of my finger before peering at the empty hallway. "Mom! Mummy! Maa!!" I sighed. "Please help"Looking back, I twisted my lips at the state of the overloaded suitcase.In my defence I was told it could fit over ten kilograms so I stuffed three pair of footwear, six shorts, four summer dresses, half a dozen tank tops, few jackets, my soft pyjamas and of course an evening gown. The creaking of floorboard echoed as the footsteps approaching towards my door got louder. "Even the next door neighbour heard you! What is it Aria?!" I heard my mother before I saw her in my line of vision. My birth giver was as usual wearing a scowl on her face, her dark brown hair tied up in some messy bun, few strands falling on her face. She was holding a wooden spatula in her h...
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