{Third person's pov} Arthur's heart thumped loudly in his chest, excitement and curiosity warring within him. He glanced at the ribbon in her hands and then back at her face, the smirk on her lips both alluring and slightly intimidating. "Close my eyes, eh? As you wish, love," he replied, his voic
Pulling his lips away just for a moment, he murmured, "As you wish, love. I'll be quiet, if that's what you desire." Luna joined their lips again, and after a minute she backed off. she got up from him and stared at him from a distance. Arthur panted softly as the kiss ended, his body still thrumm
{Third person's pov} Luna stirred in her sleep and snuggled into Arthur's chest. Arthur instinctively tightened his arm around her, holding her closer as she stirred. He could feel the steady rise and fall of her breathing as she slept against him, and the comfort of her presence brought a soft smi
{Luna’s pov} “Dad, we are supposed to get your monthly checkup done today.” I shouted from the kitchen and served breakfast for both of us. As I walked towards the dinning table I saw the favorite person of mine entering on his wheelchair, yes that's my father. Unfortunately he can't walk, oh we
{Arthur's pov} I should reward my secretary, he literally came up with all the information about her in just half of a day. I am amazed. I checked the mail he sent me. as I read I was stunned, she is just 21 and already working this hard? as I read that she works at a super mart i got an idea - wh
{Arthur's pov} I was sitting in my car and looking at her figure, she was just standing near the railing of the bridge. Is she trying to jump or something. then a woman approached her and after talking for a few minutes she started walking home. Thank God she didn't jump. my phone rang gaining
{Arthur's pov} "Tell me bastard, who the hell sent you to spy on your parents?" I shouted at the guy who was tied up on the chair in front of me. "Sir, Mr. Smith told me to do it." finally this bastard spoke. so now Smith is trying to get in the list of enemies, well maybe he is not afraid of d
{Arthur's pov} "what do you do?" she asked, what am I supposed to answer? I kept my gaze fixed on the road as I drove her home. Her question about my job caught my attention, and I decided to answer her. "Business," I replied, my voice low and nonchalant. "I'm a businessman." She nodded on the