Eva POV The next morning I woke up in between the strong arms of Alan. My head was on his muscle while his other hand was holding my waist tightly. His grip was strong, submissive yet gentle. It felt like heaven. I tried moving under his grip to face him. I looked at his face, calm at the moment, yet stiff and sexy with his eyelids shut. His breath warm and fierce as always. To be honest, I have never met a man with so amazing morning breaths that he made me crave for him I slowly raised ny head and kissed his closed lips. It was a small peck but it almost completed my lust. Alan sighed and opened his eyes to look at me. He gave me a cheesy smile and asked, "how are you feeling now?" "fabulous", I replied. "do you have work today?", Alan asked. "naah, my boss has assigned me personal training session", I replied sarcastically. Alan smiled again and almost chuckled making a small cute noise. "you are doing good, just some more practice", Alan complimented. This was not a compl
Alan completed his daily procedure of training Eva. However, he felt that Eva has finally learnt the true skills to a great walk at the show, hence he decided to leave her. He kissed her goodbye and said, "well, I now know that you are well enough and all you have to do is practice yourself. Keep practicing, I have work at the office" Alan walked out and sat in the car where David was already waiting for him. The driver started driving and Alan asked David, "any updates?", Alan asked. "the kidnappers were localites and didn't belong to any gang, however its true that Eva herself had decided to escape the mansion to follow you", David said. Alan nodded and cranked his fingers as he said, "I had assumed it because Eva not even for once asked me the reason of her being kidnapped" David nodded and gave Eva's original profile to Alan. Alan took David's tablet and looked around on her details as David narrated her story, "She is an orphan and have lived in the orphanage. There is not
Eva POV It was indeed fun watching Alan speak his sins like that in front of the camera, He was going insane as he dragged every body and smashed their heads, using stones. Blood touched his face and his sweat glands made him looked hot. This man actually drove me crazy getting me excited and I was loving the way things were turning. However, he had noticed the camera and came to smash him. The moment he angrily rushed, he looked, frustrated and this was the first time I saw fear behind his eyes. I looked at the documnets my man have seized from the Richards mansion. It was nothing formal that I feel this man will get scared of. When Alan had chosen the profession, he knew the posssible risk and he have exactly noted all the sins of his seized factories, killed people, traficking and other mafia businesses with stamps in the folder I was carrying in my hand. These proofs were enough to land him in jail, along with my own work of capturing him being both a mafia and a model at the sa
Eva was broken. Her heart felt heavy. She literally watched everyone leave because she waited inside the Richards mansion, broken, crying with the slap marks on her face. However, her physical injury was nothing compared tp how her heart was shattering her slowly leading her to a bleak source of encouragement. Eva wet her lips as teh police men tried holding her arm. Her injuries were clearly visible and thus when she walked out in front of the media, the media took shots from every hook and corner roaming around her asking some question sthat didn't reach her ears. Eva could feel a part of her disappearing in thin air. Her legs were too heavy to let her walk and she was dragging her body amongst the mob who was forcefully getting on her forcing her to speak. Eva entered the car that was left abandoned and actually belonged to Alan. she took the drivers seat and closed the door. Her blank state of mind created another breaking news. "Gangster and Model Alan thrashed girlfriend Eva:
Eva POV I froze, my legs numb and weak, I couldn't feel the ground beneath me and I my heart was ponding. I was feeling the mixed emotions, a tragic war between my mind and my heart. I was completely broken onnon eside looking at Alan all good in front of me. I kind of had assumed that Alan has all the ways to even by the law and forces so he will be safe. However, I was not sad either. I tried my best to take y revenge, to give happiness to the souls that lost their lives because of this rich brat but on the other hand, even though I have this bleak guilt that I have failed myself, I am not able to overcome the happiness I am getting from knowing that Alan is all safe. My mind was screaming to remove the blade from my pockets and thrash someone and turn around to run from the house because Alan will not leave me alive and even if he does, he will torture me till I beg for death. However my heart was carrying a different feeling. I wanted to move ahead and hug him. I wanted to kiss
Eva POV Alan's heart was broken, I could feel it. His eyes were twinkling, they were not scary no matter how harsh his voice was and how tough he was. Alan tried hard to squeeze my arm. He was tough physically but I could feel him getting shattered. I was breathing badly, I was restless but I have to set the things right. My breaking heart took a U-turn and the pain reached my head, my eyes watered and he noticed it. He loosened the grip on my arms and and moved his hand slowly towards my cheek. His thumb slowly wiped my tear on my left cheek and he said, "your crocodile tears mean nothing to me. Now come on, give my men a show... strip", he said. He gave me a slow push and I tumbed on my right leg but I still didn't fall and I stood straight looking at him, hopeless, broken. Now this was not just my test but his test too. I held the end of my top looking at Alan. Will he stop me if I will pull my top up. He was looking at me, still smoking amongst those dark walls with dim light
Eva POVAlan was tall. Though he got closer with his head bowed, I bowed my head too. I felt his heavy breaths in between my hairs. His strong chest with that broad shoulder line and popped up with veins visible breasts were all that was visible to me. His shirt was open and his body was sweating.There was sweat drops on his naked chest, his extra strong muscles moved as he moved his ehad. I saw the biceps swing heavilu, almost tearing down his shirt over his arm, as he raised his right hand to lift my chin up. He raised my head to look at him and I saw his face. His eyes were closed making it much easier for me to look at him so closely.He looked just like teh man in my wildest fantasy. His has a long face, with a sharp jawline. Small beard and mustahe on his white face. When I compare myself to him, I am darker and his is an albino with black hairs giving him a perfect combination. His beard hairs proved that his natural growth is black. He looks much more sexier when his jawline
Alan was fuming with anger. His head was exploding. The cold was unbearable already and he had to force Eva to get naked. He got downstairs filled with nen with guns and laptops. There were just two kind ladies, the cook and the cleaner. Alan turned to cook and said, "put on the heater in my room and don't let Eva notice that I asked you top do that", Alan said. Though his rage was overbearing, his feeling for her was a sheild to all his hatred heavy breaths. He walked outside covering his face with mask and goggles so people dont identify him. The front gate was overcrowded with the media personals. It was indeed for sure that the media was covered outside to capture a glimpse of broken Eva or to catch her red handed such that the suspicion of her being the culprit in hiding Alan can be revealed. Alan couldn't escape from the first door but he took the next door. The building was made this way that it can have some extra doors, some secret hideouts for situations like this. It was