Naya's POV “Mrs Naya.” Rowan's voice is a gentle baritone as he calls my name. I put the phone on speaker and drop it on the sink.“What a wonderful time to call, Mr Rowan,” I say as I stare at my naked self in the bathroom mirror. “I wouldn't usually step out of the bathroom to pick up a phone call.”But my phone had sang it out that I had a call from Rowan.“My apologies,” he says, but the restraint in his voice is a giveaway that he's barely holding himself from bursting into laughter.“So, why am I getting a call from my busy husband today?” I ask.“Let’s say his schedule isn't as tight as usual today. So he's thinking of a date at the Castro Lucille by 4pm,” he says.“4pm? I'm down,” I respond quickly.“Good. My assistant will be available to pick you up. Just call me whenever you're ready,” he says.“Alright, darling,” I respond.Several hours later, I'm dressed in a velvet gown and seated before my giant bedroom mirror.It's hard to choose between my silver jewellery or the go
The drive to the aquarium tower is a more of a silent one. All along the journey, my mind is restless with thoughts after thought of Rowan and how disappointed he’d be that I failed to show up. I’m totally pissed at myself and more pissed at the bastaed on the steering. If he didn’t show up, I’d be on my way to the Castro Lucille by now.We’re less than a meter away from the entrance of the tower now. As usual, you can see from the distance the myriads of people swarming the area.It’s an everyday thing.The tower was built as a tourist attraction, but it turns out that even the locals haven’t toured it enough.Liam gets two tickets and pays for a parking spot before he drives in to find a space at the parking lot.He quickly climbs down and hurries over to my side to get the door for me.“Thanks, darling.” I force on a smile.We hold hands and walk in through the main door.Liam’s hands are rough and strong, should be offering me a sense of comfort and safety. Instead, I’m filled wit
Liam's POV“Make it get to me before tomorrow morning” are the last words I hear from the physician before the call ends.A sigh of relief escapes my nose as I feel the finger-size bottle wrapped within my palm. With this milligram of Naya’s blood, I can prove to the master that I’ve not been playing around.I know how potent Naya’s blood is. I've had a taste of it when she had a nosebleed, and trust me, what it did to my body was pure magic.Call me a desperate man for ingesting blood from nosebleed, but I'm just an embodiment of a mind locked in on his goals.A sound from inside the car soon makes me realise that Naya has woken up. I sneak the bottle into the inner pocket of my jacket and scurry over to her.“Hey. How're you feeling now?” I ask her.I've become too good at this. Masking my real intents behind a different facial expression. Not even my voice can give me away.“I feel better now,” she murmurs before her eyes dart to the brake pad of my car. “I'm sorry I messed up your
“What the fuck did you just do, Naya?” My wolf thunders at me. “Have you lost it?”“I don't know. I just wanted to… Elsie, it's been—”“Long you had sex!” She snaps. “And now the urge is so bad that you want it with that monster? What made you certain that he wouldn't strangle you to death in the process and get what he wants from you?”I bury my face between my thighs. I know that was so stupid of me. The impulsive decision is silly, but it doesn't really bother me. What actually bothers me is the fact that he left me hanging.“This is a second chance, Naya. Have you forgotten?” She ranted.“I know,” I cried. “I know. But… I just wanted to feel… something. Don't you see that I'm so different from my usual self?”“Your usual self was blind, Naya. Naive. Couldn't discern her enemies from her friends!” Elisa fired. “If you still want to be that person, then you should be most prepared to die again!”My heart sinks when I hear those words. It's like a mask has just been torn off my face.
“You have reached the voicemail box of Rowan Yorke. Leave a message and I'll return your call as soon as I'm free. Thank you.”“Arghhh…” A frustrated groan leaves my mouth.I'm seated at the front pouch of my apartment, dressed in a black bum short and a big grey shirt.I stand up and lean on the balcony.Putting the phone close to my mouth, I exhale softly.“Rowan, I'm so…so sorry that I missed your calls and left you hanging at the hotel. I can swear, my schedule got complicated. Please, I'll do my very best to make it up to you. Love you.”I sit back down after hitting the send button. I hope this works.It didn't even take a minute before he texted. “Young woman, I can't accept a voicemail as an apology. Do what you ought to do.”I giggle softly. It's as if I already know he'd write that. “I'll come over tonight.” I texted back.I get up and head into the kitchen to do some cleaning. The entire week has been so full of schedules at the office and I have barely paid attention to my
“I'm sorry the meeting took longer than I told you,” Rowan says as he walks into the room.I don't have the balls to welcome his apology. He shouldn't be apologising for this little thing when I've already done something bigger.“Henry loses it sometimes. Today's one of those days,” he says, walking to the window.“He’d better fixed himself up,” I nag.But I'm nervous from head to toe. When is he going to talk about what I did? Or, should I go ahead and apologise already?He leans back on the window and I hear a soft sigh escape his mouth. “My life is hectic, Naya.”I'm quiet. I feel there's more to that preamble.His brows fold. “Yeah, I'm living quite the hectic life. But it's what this stage of my life calls for.”I let out a hiss.“I'm sorry about that.”“Thank you, Naya. So, should I take that as a shut up?” He asks.“No, Rowan.” I get up from the bed. “I never said that.”“Then fucking listen when I'm talking to you,” his eyes darken.A cold chill runs down my spine.His eyes are
Simon's eyes are shocked to the fullest. “Whoa! Rowman! Inc-c-credible!”“I know, right?” Rowan scratches his head with a nervous giggle.“Your missy…” Simon squinted his eyes at me. “May I know your name?”“I'm Naya. Naya Yorke.” I utter body.Elsie, you'll have to pay for this.“Beautiful name! Beautiful face!” Simon showers me with praises.I'm flabbergasted. But the idea of continuing this drama once Elsie gives up control makes me cringe.“Thank you, sir,” I purr.“So, what about the—” Simon is about to ask when Rowan interrupts with a yawn.“Oh, I forgot. The belly must be satisfied before our curious minds,” Simon says. “Come on in. I've prepared assorted dishes, all for you to choose whichever you like from the menu.”“We can have the rest of the conversation while you eat,” he adds.Rowan's brows twist at the idea. “No talking for now Simon. We can save the rest for next time… a better time… maybe when you’re not busy with work.”“You know I'm always busy, right?” He asks.“I
Everything I held back from asking Rowan is caught in my throat as I walk into my office after he had dropped me at the entrance.Almost everyone seems to be full of zest today, their chatters muffling the tacking sound of the machines.I drop my bag on my table and begin to browse my gallery on my desktops. There's a party dress design I should have started two days ago for a client. It will only take me two days to wrap it up. And I still have a week to submit it, but I want to start working on it already.“Aren't you interested in knowing why everyone is a goofball this morning?” Madison asks, flinging her red hair as she walked into my office.She's one of the few designers with a strikingly good sense of fashion. I adore her works but, just like everyone, she calls me the best.“Maddie, my hands are really tied up this morning.”“I noticed,” she chopped in with a wink, “and that's why I came to let you in on the big news.”I lift my eyes from my monitor screen. “What is that?”“Th