ELLIEIn the end, Anna managed to corner me and even made me help with the preparations during the week.She had really decided to throw a small gathering to celebrate the pregnancy. She not only invited Jorrick but also Will's parents and some of her family members. Even Jason and Niels came from London, accompanied by Rosie and Phillipa.But what really shocked me on Saturday night was seeing a completely unexpected guest walking through the door.From a distance, I saw Anthony entering the room right after Jack and Zara. My stomach churned a little. Seriously, wasn't inviting Jorrick enough? Anna was succeeding in driving me crazy.I wanted to disappear. So I decided that retreating to a room seemed like a good option. Ethan hadn't arrived yet, and I wished he wouldn't come, even though deep down, I was missing him.No matter how much I tried to hide the painful feeling, I couldn't avoid it. And things didn't seem to be getting any better as the days went by.On the contrary, the fe
ELLIE My phone buzzed, and I opened the message with Anna's name on the screen. She was apologizing for the thousandth time that week and insisting that I go to the bar for our weekly meeting. I put my phone in my purse and grabbed my keys before leaving my apartment. After what she had pulled in her apartment, I decided it was best to take a break from her, from everyone, actually. That included the men she was trying to set me up with. So, that's what I did during the week: I only spoke to Anna when necessary, tried to avoid Jorrick, and turned down Anthony's invitation for a date. I didn't want to go out with anyone; I just needed some time, especially after that conversation with Ethan. And even though it was painful to hear him repeat the same story about how he could never give me what he thinks I want, I think I finally understood that his decision has nothing to do with me. From the beginning, I knew Ethan had his own traumas, and he made it clear that he couldn't offer me
ELLIE His lips covered mine, but I didn't respond to the kiss. Pressing my hands against his chest, I pushed him away. My mind was still in a whirl, but his actions ignited anger within me. "No... What are you doing?" "I... I'm sorry, Ellie. I..." "Never do that again!" I turned to open my door. "Ellie..." When I managed to open it, I stepped inside and slammed the door shut behind me. What the hell was he thinking? Tossing my bag aside, I dragged myself to the bedroom and flopped onto the bed. Not even the anger I felt toward Todd could prevent me from falling asleep; I was soon drifting away, the alcohol taking its toll. The next morning, I woke up with a slight headache that persisted even after a hot shower. After changing, I left the bedroom. Standing by the living room window, I watched the sky covered in gray clouds that blocked the sun. It seemed like it was about to rain anytime soon. Perfect weather for a Saturday. I headed to the kitchen to prepare a strong coffee.
ETHAN I parked in front of the restaurant on Madison Avenue. My mind was in turmoil. What was she doing? Why would she go back to him after everything he put her through? I couldn't understand, and I couldn't accept it, not after letting her go so she could have a chance to find someone who could give her everything she deserved. And that someone wasn't that damn jerk. He had his chance and didn't know how to seize it. It couldn't be that she had forgotten everything so easily. She couldn't be that naive. And if that were the case, I wouldn't allow her to make the same mistake. I stared at the restaurant's entrance, trying to decide what to do. I couldn't just yank her out of there. My intention was only to talk to her, to try to open her eyes. Suddenly, someone exited the restaurant, and I quickly identified the dark hair and shapely legs. It was her. Great. I got out of my car, and my eyes followed her as she crossed the street, so I hurried in her direction. When she reached h
ETHAN My heart was pounding uncontrollably in my chest as I hurriedly approached the hospital entrance. It was a miracle I had made it here without causing an accident myself. My hands were trembling, and I could feel the sweat on my back and forehead. Please, she has to be okay. But despite my attempts to avoid it, my mind was filled with intrusive thoughts, imagining the worst possible scenario. Upon entering the waiting room, completely out of breath, I desperately searched for a familiar face among the people present, and my eyes soon found the concerned and familiar faces of my friends. I approached Anna and Will. And when her gaze met mine, it was enough to make me understand how serious the situation was. "Where is she?" I asked with a trembling voice, feeling the tightness in my chest increase. "They took her to the emergency room," Will replied, as Anna seemed too distraught to respond. "How is she? I need to see her." "We can't," Anna said, as if on the verge of tears
ETHAN I must have dozed off for a few minutes in the early morning, and when I woke up, she was still asleep. I stretched in the chair, causing it to creak slightly. Then she stirred in bed, opening her eyes. My heart raced, and I got up, wondering if I should call someone. She blinked a few times, trying to adjust to the light, and then furrowed her brow as if she was in pain. My chest filled with a mixture of concern and happiness. I approached the bed. "Are you okay?" I asked, a little nervous. She stared at me, with a weary expression, looking confused. "I...," she brought one hand to her head, furrowing her brow again, as if in pain. "I'll call someone." "No, I think they must have already pumped me full of enough drugs, but at least I'm alive," she laughed, still wearing a pained expression, and that enchanted me. God! She was simply amazing, so beautiful... and I loved her so much. "Ellie..." "What? By the way, why are you here?" she asked, furrowing her eyebrows. "Wh
Two months later ELLIE I was nervous. It had been a long time since I had agreed to go out to dinner with my friends, knowing that Ethan would be there. I hadn't seen him in almost two months. In the first week after I left the hospital, he tried to insist on staying close to take care of me, but I didn't allow it because I knew it would be best for us to take some time apart. Still, he managed to be present, even from afar. He sent me flowers every day with cards that ranged from wishing me well to saying he missed me and asking for forgiveness. And then came the therapy reports. I still remember the first message and how he made me laugh, telling me how he felt like he was in a confessional. Since then, he used to send me a message after each session. I guess he felt the need to tell me how it was affecting him and how he was feeling. He seemed to be making good progress for someone who had always avoided therapy. He appeared more open, but I couldn't say for sure or in detail
ELLIE Boyfriend? The word made my insides stir. Suddenly, the stranger got up to leave, seeming to finally realize the inconvenience of his presence. Ethan remained in the same spot, leaning on the bar. Hell, he looked sexier than ever. Maybe it was the effect of alcohol, but what he had just done had awakened my entire body. Or maybe it was the self-confidence and arrogance in his tone and demeanor. It reminded me of how he was when we first met. I could barely stand him back then. While trying to understand how he managed to turn me on so easily, I realized we were still staring at each other. I cleared my throat, averting my gaze. "Boyfriend?" I questioned, staring at my hands on the bar. "What was that? Are you trying to mark your territory like an animal, like in the old days?" I asked, turning my head to look at his profile. "You seemed to need help," he shrugged. "And you thought it was a good idea to come here and play the prince, after not even saying hello when you arr
ELLIE How I wished to say yes. His lips seemed so inviting, so close, almost irresistible. All I wanted was to lean in and kiss him while pulling his hair. And then, to rip off his clothes and feel the warmth and weight of his body on mine. But everything between us was undefined, and sex would only further complicate things. We needed to talk before anything else. "We... we need to talk first," I managed to say. He nodded, his lips curving into a weak smile, a failed attempt to hide his frustration. "Okay, let's do it on your terms," he said, stepping back, allowing me to breathe. "Dinner then?" "How about a run in the park tomorrow morning?" "A run?" "Unless December's cold is too much for a beach girl like you," he teased. "I know what you're trying to do." "What?" he asked, trying to contain a smile. "You're making it a challenge because you know that's how I operate." "So... 7 o'clock?" "You also know I hate waking up early." "Think of it as an attempt to do things
Lisa pinched my arm, and tilted her head towards the tall, muscular guy who had just walked into the bar. “You didn’t go out with Mitchel yesterday? You’re fast.” I arched an eyebrow, teasing. “Five minutes, that’s what I have to say in my defense.” She laughed and I joined her. We were getting drunk in some bar in Manhattan, celebrating the end of classes. Earlier, we took the last test, which will select one of the students in my class, to occupy a position in one of the largest companies in the country, Ryan Enterprises. It is the first time that Ryan offers a program in partnership with our University. Although Columbia has partnered with several other major companies in the market, the position at Ryan offers the opportunity to work directly with the CEO. This would be incredible, not only for the possibility of using this experience to assemble the final work, which we would have to present, but also because I couldn’t imagine a better way to start a career. For me, it repres
"No. Please, let me go," I begged. "You know you're not supposed to be here. Now come on." With ease, he lifted me and put me over his shoulder. I had to use all my strength not to scream or fight. I tried to decide whether to try to escape before he took me to the others. Maybe I'd have a chance against one of them, but certainly not against four. Damn it. He was too big. A confrontation would probably kill me. I shouldn't have come here. Was this the end for me? What would they do to me? As he approached the house, drawing the attention of the three men on the porch, I realized that my only option to try to survive was not to resist and try not to provoke them, hiding any emotion. But I doubted that anything would be left of me when they were done. One of the men, with long black hair, howled with excitement, coming towards us. "What do we have here? Looks like Lyall found something for us," he said with a big smile, while the other two seemed curious. All three were as big as th
ELLIE You know that phase in life where it seems like all your friends are happy and have achieved everything there is to achieve? That was the phase I was going through. It seemed like all my friends had achieved professional success, found the perfect partner, and were getting married or planning to have children. And I was the outlier in this story. At twenty-seven, I'm starting to feel like I'm stuck, even though I'm happy with my work as a scientist and researcher and extremely happy for my friends, I couldn't help feeling unhappy with my love life. It was hard not to feel a little jealous of each couple's story in my large group of friends. Bennett or simply Ben, and Zoe, two cretins who fell in love before they could kill each other, I don't know how they were still alive, maybe because they took out all their anger on each other in sex. Anna, my best friend, and William or Will, former jerk and tattooed nerd, the most handsome and hottest I had ever met. I was still trying
My heart was pounding in my chest, adrenaline coursing through my body as I closed the door behind me. Two minutes. I quickly decided that the best course of action was to use this time to run as fast as I could and try to gain some initial advantage. A second later, I was already entering the dark forest, forcing my legs to move as quickly as I could. Tall trees rose against the night sky, their branches intertwining like giant fingers reaching towards the heavens, forming a high and impenetrable canopy that blocked out the light, causing almost complete darkness. The faint light of the moon cast deep and eerie shadows on the tree roots and surrounding bushes. My senses sharpened, adapting to the environment as I pressed on. The night air was cool and damp, filled with the scent of leaves and wet earth. The sounds of nature echoed around me, composing a chilling melody. I could distinguish the sound of animals moving and the wind rustling and creaking the branches. I tried to focus
I tried to formulate a response, feeling a mixture of apprehension and excitement running through my body, but the words seemed to have vanished from my mind. Lyall's provocation awakened the desire that I had been trying to deny and suppress since our first encounter. Not just because I had just met him, but because I should focus on what was important. I knew it was a bad idea to get involved with any of them."I..." I cleared my throat, trying to clear my mind. Staring at his bare chest didn't help. "Good evening, Lyall," I said, circling him and opening the door, escaping down the hallway with my heart racing.I entered my room, closing the door behind me. I took a deep breath. I couldn't allow the attraction to Lyall to divert me from my objective. Any involvement, even if only physical, could complicate things. However, I couldn't deny that his presence affected me.There's no room for distractions, Morana. Stay on guard, and keep your focus. I stared at the doorknob for a few s
After a long and exhausting trip back that lasted most of the night, I finally arrived home. It was already dawn, and the silence in the house was broken only by the sound of the wind blowing the leaves of the trees around the property. I entered the house and found Verena still awake on the garden balcony. As I approached, the cold air enveloped me."What happened? I thought you wouldn't come back." She was surprised to see me."It's cold, let's go inside, and then I'll tell you." We settled on the living room sofa, and then I told her everything that had happened and how I had been rejected."I'm sorry, Mor. I didn't want you to go through this." She said, seeming guilty, before finally breaking down in tears. "I'm sorry. I know what I did was horrible, but I was desperate.""It's okay." I approached her to hug her. "It's okay. It's not your fault. I understand. You love him." I tried to comfort her."I'm so sorry." She sniffled. "But this is good, right? They don't deserve you, and
ETHAN Hearing her say that made any remaining shreds of control I had vanish. Damn. After all the hell I'd been through in the last few months, and how much I feared I might never have her again, hearing the need and urgency in her voice unleashed a whirlwind of emotions. Something broke. The fear finally fell away. As I rose, I effortlessly tore off her little red panties and grabbed her ass, pulling her off the counter. I could hardly think. That damn red lingerie was driving me insane. In haste, she yanked the apron strap over my head and somehow managed to unfasten it at my back, letting it fall to the floor. Reaching between our bodies, she grabbed my cock. My body quivered with pleasure in response. "Fuck," I growled. She began to move her fingers around me, and I knew that after all this time, I could come just from that. But she needed me. And despite having dreamed of this moment many times over the past months and days, I knew it would be hard to resist and not finish a
ELLIE I was left speechless as a wave of heat spread through my core, rising to the surface, making my skin tingle. Damn. He looked like he'd stepped out of some erotic Christmas fantasy. Maybe a dream. Okay, maybe one of my dreams. My eyes moved down below his waistline again, trying to discern if he was truly completely naked under the apron. I bit my lip. "Happy Christmas," he whispered with a shy, sexy smile, pulling my attention back to his face. His brown eyes gleamed with a wild and sensual fire. A few strands of dark blonde hair were falling onto his forehead, held in place by the chef's hat. His broad, defined shoulders and chest were on display. I blinked a few times, swallowing the saliva that had gathered in my mouth. Sexy as hell. "Do you need an invitation... or would you prefer I toss you over my shoulder and carry you inside?" he asked, arching an eyebrow and crossing his muscular arms over his chest, reminding me of the night I'd knocked on his door, and he threa