Then she stopped in front of my table and leaned over.My temper flared up. The audacity of this woman!I clenched my fist. My jaws clamped tight. “What.do.you.want.Krystina?” I hissed, with my teeth clenched tight. “Before I’ll call the security to escort you out.” I warned.“Oh, don’t be mean to
“Hatred is rage; Rage carries you away, and he who pours out vengeance runs the risk of tasting a bitter draught.” - Alexandre Dumus….. Alessandra’s POVIt’s been two days since that incident with Sheena. And my head still reeling from her words like a broken disk. My brain won’t let it go. Stavros just left for Greece. He just called me two hours before he flew.And worst, for the last two days, we talk only once on the phone. And he sounds frantic. Not his usual self. I ignored it.I figured all the work he was handling—his business in New York and their family business in Greece—must have exhausted him.But leaving without seeing me? And worst is, calling me two hours before the flight.I think I’m being dramatic.Nothing is wrong, Ali. I chastised myself inwardly.And then Sheena’s word rang in my head.I shook it off right away.Her words, though, are a warning. I knew deep within me. And it’s killing me.“Maybe that’s why he’s still hanging around you?”Is that the reason? Or
I yanked the door open, and there stood a sophisticated brunette with her five inches stiletto. And she’s hovering over me. She had that snotty look pasted on her lips.And I can’t deny it.She’s stunning with a body-con dark green criss-cross. And she looked familiar.“I’m looking for Ms. De La Vega,” she said arrogantly.I cocked an eyebrow. With chin held high, I met her condescending stare.Lucky, she’s wearing high heels.I would be taller than her.“Speaking!” I said stiffly.“He must be kidding me,” she scoffed softly. “Who?” I asked, irritation enveloping me. “It’s nothing,” she snickered. Then she looked me up and down.Snotty bitch.“Who is that, Ali?” Lucy called out. “Just someone,” I replied, as I looked over my shoulder. And she’s still focused on that show.I glanced back at the girl. She’s beginning to annoy me.“Who are you?” I asked, not bothering to hide my irritation. “Krystina Priera,” she smiled haughtily. She stood straight, craned her neck left to right, loo
I felt so weak. After like centuries, my tears finally stopped. I wipe the last drop and calmed myself. “Would you like to sleep with me?” she asked. Her face filled with concern.“No. I think I’m fine.” I replied, giving her a smile of reassurance, but it felt weak.“So what’s your plan?” She asked warily.Stavros will be back on the weekend.I have 2-3 days to leave before he comes back.I don’t want to see him again.I can do this.I just need something to divert my attention. “I’ll go back to Spain,” I decided with determination.“Are you sure?” Lucy’s eyes filled with questions. “Don’t you want to talk to him and clarify this?” She suggested.“There’s nothing to clarify, Lucy. That papers say it all!” I clenched my hands. “Then, if you resign, I will resign too,” she declared. She stared at me with determination.“You don’t have to resign, Lu. This is your dream. You’ve been wanting to work here.” I murmured. “But, thank you! You’re always good to me!” I said emotionally as I
“We missed you so much, Ali. And daddy will be very excited when he hears this news.”I smiled at the thought of my father. “Yes. I’m excited,” I chuckled.“I will see you soon then, sweety. Oh my! It’s exciting. I need to tell the news to your father and your abuela and abuela. I’m so glad you’re coming back.” She ranted ceremoniously. “And by the way, remember Trixie? My best friend?”" Yeah?," I replied, in a tone motioning her to go on.Trixie was my mom’s best friend. They met at the same modeling agency, and after then, they became inseparable.They do modeling in the same company.Where my mom is, where she is. But my mom got more offers. She was one of the highest paid models back then. “She runs a modeling agency now, sweety!” my mom said excitedly. “And she asked me about you if you want to work with her. You know she always wants you to work with her friend before?.”“Mom, modeling isn’t my thing.”But wait, I realized I need something to do to divert my attention.And mode
I dialed Preston. A private investigator. He used to be working with the FBI.He worked for me and some of my friends.“Preston speaking,” he said on the other line.“Preston, this is Stavros Demakis,” I began as I fiddled with my pen. “Stavros my friend. What can I do for you, young man?” He said cheerily.“I want you to check on someone.” I clench my jaw with the thought of Krystina’s scheme. “Sure thing, my friend. And, who is this?” He asked curiously.“I will email everything I need to know, including her latest affairs and activities. I’ll pay you double or triple, no question about that.”“I’ll do it for you, Stavros! Sounds like this certain, ‘her,’ is dear to you,” he teased.“I’ll be back in New York for another three days,” I said in dismissal tone, ignoring his playful mood.“Sure thing. Until then, my friend,” he stated as he hung up the phone.I let out a loud breath.I’ve been up early working, on the phones and working late. I missed Alessandra terribly.I missed her
………Theodore Demakis’ POV “I didn’t raise you to be an asshole,” I declared with my steely voice. I know there’s something going on.She doesn’t look like the girl my grandson would be interested in.It’s not that she’s not pretty. In fact, she is gorgeous with a gorgeous body. But I felt there’s something more than a beauty.“Explain, Stavros,” I encouraged with a blank expression. I put my hands in my pocket while waiting for his words.“She’s Krystina, an old friend papou,” was all he said.He looks like he lost a billion dollars. Those taut muscles, his back ramrod when he saw her, it was now slowly deflating.I can feel how he felt right now.My poor grandson!I know the kind of this woman. I’ve been in this industry where everyone has their own motive. “I’m pregnant,” she blurted out.Everyone’s eyes snapped in her direction. Then it shifted to Stavros waiting for a confirmation. His shoulder slumped with defeat.Then, it’s true.“My family will kill me if they found out I’m p
“Truth is like the sun, you can shut it for a time, but it ain’t going away.” - Unknown …Alessandra’s POVIt’s been almost eight weeks since I came back from New York. And everyday I feel like dying. That news from the AGB magazines wrecked me.The interview with him. That he was going to propose to her.I felt that pain again, fresh, and it gets excruciating each day. That day I read it was the day my heart completely shattered, and it left me numb.Thank God! As a model, you hardly get any sleep, making it impossible for me to stop thinking about him.I’ve been traveling a lot lately for my shoots and signing of contracts. And meetings with a big agency for advertisement. A week after I arrived in Spain, Trixie came over to visit us. Or I would say to see me.During that week, I’m not sure exactly how Trixie coaxed me into signing the contract. However, I’m grateful that she did.The first week was a thorough physical makeover. From head to toe. I couldn’t even recognize myself.M
I suggested, “Let’s step outside,” so she could dress in peace, without feeling rushed or observed. And I walked out the door with mixed feelings. Mortified and angry.I heard my son’s sharp voice command the girl to leave immediately, promising a call when he was free.“Is dad here too?“ Alexander
Despite the tumultuous journey of our marriage, filled with laughter and tears, our love has proven resilient, weathering every storm.I was happy. Overwhelmingly blissful.And until now, we still love each other. We respected each other. In every major life decision, we’ve always had an equal voice
Although, when he turns twenty-eight, my husband will give him the Demakis Corp, as promised.“Honey, I’ve been thinking about a trip to Greece to see Alexander.” I randomly blurted out as I popped a piece of asparagus in my mouth.We were having dinner.Stavros sat in the middle of the long dining
Yes, he still makes me giggle like a giddy teenager.“Stop wriggling,” Stav chuckled, his breath warm on my ear, “or I’m gonna drop you,” and I frowned.“Do you understand that I’m pregnant? Of course, I’m heavy. I’m fat!“I hissed, a little stung by the truth, the words like a bitter taste in my mou
“Done, Mommy,” he proudly exclaimed, a grin splitting his saucy face as he held up his empty plate. “Can I leave now?” he asked in his sweet little voice, melting every ounce of resistance I had to put up with them.“Daddy will clean you up first,” I smiled as I put the plate of spaghetti in front o
“Hand it to me,” I demanded, my gaze sharp on Alex, a sweet smile playing on my lips that belied the warning in my eyes.My son shook his head vigorously, the familiar scene a blur of frustrated sighs and clenched fists.“I promise I will eat my dinner, Mommy. Just let me taste it,” he begged, smili
“There’s nothing that makes you more insane than family. Or happier. Or more exasperated. Or more... secure.” — Jim ButcherWarning: Sexual Content. Please be guided.….Alessandra POV5 years later...“That is gwoss, mommy!” My second three-year-old son, his face screwed up in a stubborn frown, exc
“Are you okay?” I asked.“Sorry, I woke you up,” she murmured hoarsely.She looked like she had just vomited everything she had eaten the previous night, and her face was devoid of color.“Should I call a physician?” I asked, worried eyes sweeping her pale face. My heart pounded as unpleasant though
Her legs clamped down around my neck, and I held them apart as I devoured her as if I had been starved for years. Her resistance only fueled my desire to please her more, as her cries of ecstasy spurred me on.My skillful tongue fucked her, sucked her hard, then lapped it up and down. Sucking, lappi