Donavan returned with brows furrowed, shirt crumpled and a tie loosened. It was already midnight. He opened few doors to guess which room Tara would be in, and after several failed attempts, he realised how dumb could he be. Of course she had chosen a sea view. She was half asleep by Ina's side, her hand inadvertently resting on the full tummy of little baby, patting the snoring child. Even though he had ensured minimum noise, she abruptly woke up when he came, looking at him with no intention to speak. They both stayed in their places for moments, watching each other breathe in the dark, then he quietly excused himself to washroom without another word. When he came out, he was only wearing track pant and tank top. This time, despite being aware of her gaze he left the room, softly jogging downstairs. Much to his surprise she followed him into the kitchen, as he pulled the leftover Lasagna from the fridge and pushed it inside the oven. She watched him eat, resting her chin on her
"Where are we going?""You'll see" "How do we always end up staying all night?" He chuckled, inside his odd looking pajamas and unnecessarily expensive watch, holding the steering wheel in both of his hands, swiftly taking turns without the guidance of GPS. "It's not funny, I am wearing a fucking nightgown" He laughed again, this time giving her an eye, unbothered by her attire. "You know you look beautiful" "That's what you always say" she said keeping her eyes on the dark, gothic road spanned by dense jungles. She should have felt scared, perhaps of a dangerous creature looking for a prey, but she wasn't. She didn't know why."Come on, I don't say it often" he acted defensive, the mischievous smile far from leaving his face. "You do" she argued. "When was the last time I said it, tell me" She looked at him, and he, at her. "Now" she said."What?""Now you said I look beautiful""Do I need to look for an ear doctor Mrs. Frantino?"She shifted in her seat, suppressing her sm
"I want to drive" he heard her saying after feeling her gaze on him for minutes. There was something different about her looking at him that just wasn't the same as him watching her, and it warmed him when her gaze swept over him, the same feeling he'd get under the thick covers on a stormy, freezing night. "No" he didn't say more, not feeling the need to. He didn't trust her driving, she hadn't exactly given him the best ride of his life last time that she would drive gracefully this time. Not to mention he didn't want to waste time giving her a driving lesson when he could drive with the record speed to home. Great chunk of the night was already gone and he wanted to make the most of remaining. The throbbing flesh under his pants could not agree more. The reminder of a meeting at eight in the morning stung him painfully, only making his leg on the accelerator press harder, the time seeping faster than he liked it too. "Please" he heard her teasing voice, but did not respond. She
Sun rays percolated through the gaps between floor touching drapes, creating a stripped pattern on the covered naked humans spread on bed, staring at each other as if there was nothing else worth watching in the world.Her leg somehow wrapped around his body as she remained spread across him, her breasts crushed on his chest, her neck strained to watch him watching her. Her hand inadvertently played with little hair on his chest, pulling them without intending pain."Did I ride well Mister Frantino?" she giggled, watching a smile of his own spreading on his hard and flexible features."You rode just fine" his morning voice stirred a part of her that should have been exhausted after an exercise of hours.The riding part they discussed did not concern any sort of vehicle."Just fine?" she hit his chest with all the energy she could muster from her lethargic state, creating only a tapping sensation on his hard muscles."Amazing, I meant amazing!" he laughed, giving into admiring expectat
"Hey" Enzo coughed hysterically when he looked back towards the source of the feminine voice, finding his donna's cheerful smile that had almost cost him his life. He concluded that his five minutes of peace in garden with his cigar was ruined, and now nothing could change it. He immediately started walking away not needing to be reminded of Don's possessivity for her. She only screamed trouble to him. "Wait" she jogged behind him as he nothing less than ran in the opposite direction, willing to avoid her at all costs. It had not been two days since they had returned to Frantino mansion in Italy and she had already started to act like herself again. She was cheery and outspoken and all of the things that he had rarely seen her as ever since her return. It wasn't his job to by mystified, it was only to observe and move on, yet he couldn't but secretly feel joyful for her, for once not regretting bringing her back to Don. He also could not ignore the fact that the woman was danger
They sat in front of each other. Tara's dwarfness in front of the man highlighted due to the favour of difference in chair heights. The great distance between them employed by the giant table, adoring piles of files only increased her hesitance. She looked awkwardly up to Enzo and attempted a smile who did not return the gesture, vividly aware of Don's presence and very much in love with his life. Don went through the papers, reading way faster than Tara had imagined. He must be used to reading official papers, Tara thought, forcing herself to think that Don would be pleased to find the contents as much as she was.By the time he reached the last page, only ten minutes had passed. She ghastly realised that the word-to-word document had taken her seven days to draft with the help of her fast typing assistant (Enzo). Her efforts were now reduced to ten minutes of reading. Somewhere, unnecessarily, it hurt her. Originally, she did not think she needed anyone's help. She had no doubt
Donavan had to push his current files to the side to make room for the opened compilation generously made by his wife. It seemed far more important than any deal waiting for him at the moment. He already postponed several meetings forward and had decided to dedicate his day towards the kind of adventure she chose to explore today. He did not enjoy it at all. The clauses made in the agreement screamed that she did not trust him, and that nothing else than his official signature was worth earning her confidence. He could make all the lovely promises as long as they were descriptively and unambiguously bound and signed by him beforehand. She had documented conditions that he had not even thought of in his entire life and he, for the thousandth time wondered was it too late to love someone else.It was. Unfortunately the superstores he owned didn't sale love in the cans, and his hotels served nothing described as love on the most diverse menu in Italy. Whatever this extraterrestrial th
Tara ran in the hallway crowded with people in uniforms, some dressed in blue, others in pink. Their steps were faster than hers, sliding the stretcher across the long corridor, yelling medical terms she could not understand. Tara realised that she was screaming, crying for help from strangers that told her they would everything to save her.Her? Her who? She did not know.She looked down at the blurred figure laid on stretcher, the outline of nasal tube going through the little nose, syringes attached to the fragile wrist. Who was it? She stretched her eyes through uncontrollable tears, confused and frightened for who it was that she was crying for.And suddenly she was pulled apart, by whom she did not care to look, her eyes focused on the figure on the stretcher that was now moving away from her. Its eyes opened and it looked at her, the green forest met her dark orbs. Tara could finally see her daughter through the haphazard chaos, realising the cause of her own helpless cries, th
She woke up to the sunshine, which in her books meant she was late. Her head pounded from inside when she tried to look around the room, finding nothing odd in the mess anymore. Hurrying into the bathroom she brushed her teeth, unbothered by the fact that she was stark naked and miserable, inadvertently gratified that he wasn't here to witness it. Entering into the closet she slung on the fresh new dress, realising that her headache was slowly being replaced by her usual worries about Inaya. She never wanted her to think her mother was being indolent with time, that adults' had problems bigger than her little world. A loud fit of childish laughter caught her attention at the door. Retrieving, she peeked from the window to behold the source of cheery sound, finding her little girl playing ball with uncky Enzo. He pretended to fall dead when the huge weightless ball was thrown at him, sending her into the full blown of giggles. Sia watched the playful exchange from distance, paying m
He grunted against her back. Her breasts were painfully crushed against the wall as he kept her pinned on it. Her right leg had started to spread the numbness from being hoisted up in his arm for so long. He thrusted inside her, roughly, deeply, so much that she had an urge to roll her eyes to the back of her skull. When he loosened his hold on her leg, her legs collapsed like jelly, struggling to stand on their own. Yet on her untrustworthy limbs she managed to tremble her way to bed, slumping on it with her legs dangling off the bed, accepting her fate. He closely followed, not enjoying her otherwise adorable struggles. She sighed when he turned her on her back, entering her once again, picking up the godly pace in mere seconds. The irksome creak of the bed accompanied her moans as she tried to gather already ruined sheets in her fists. As she would have on any other occasion, she could not match his eyes when he fucked her. The strange sense of betrayal clawed her heart for the
"You thought I wouldn't know what happens behind my back?" she felt his hold loosening on her poor cheek, holding her neck. His other hand gripped her waist, bringing his lips closer to her ears. Her collar bones dug into his hard chest, as if he could no longer suffer the painful distance between their hearts. "What happened at the mall?" he asked without beating around the bush. He had wanted to ask the question since Ron's call in the afternoon. He remembered casting the glass on his table across his office, watching it shatter down to countless pieces as he clutched the phone to his ear, listening intently. At first, Donavan didn't know whether monitoring the cameras was a wise decision, whether it would make her feel watched and uncomfortable. Therefore she didn't need to know. He let Ron keep it a secret that she would be watched every single second.He regretted nothing when he watched the recording Ron sent. He did not want to react, he wanted to believe that there was a sto
He took a step back, watching her stricken face. Her legs shook as she struggled to stand on her own, her knees felt weak, her hands weakly tried to hold on to the slippery wall, failing. But more prominently, she realised, the throb in between her legs was most weakening, distracting.He undid the belt holding his pant sensually, hanging it on the hook diagonally up her head. When she did not show any intention to leave, too stunned to make sense of his actions, he continued his stripping by pulling the zip down, very much aware of the bulge waiting for her to see it.A look of disappointment crossed his face when she abruptly rushed out the door, as if disgusted with a show personally arranged for her delight. However he realised he had told her to leave. He wondered whether he should have specified the details, how he wanted her to lie on his bed, with her ass in the air and legs spread wide open- waiting for him so he could touch the delicacy before eating it, fucking it.The thou
"Take off your clothes and lie down on the bed"With that, he loosened his hold on her neck allowing her to gulp water like a thirsty camel. He took a step back as a tear of rage dropped from the rim of her eye on the soft cheek. She watched him deleteriously, his degrading demand echoing in her senses.And before she knew it, her hand was already halfway through the air. Her heart skipped a beat when his face turned.Her hand collided on the side of his face, slapping him. He was stunned, glued to his spot, watching the floor, blinking to make sure he wasn't dreaming, that it wasn't indeed a nightmare where she smacked him. He looked into her eyes, the same rage filled orbs that were going to burn him into flames. "You're never touching me again with your bloody hands. NEVER!!" His face remained stoic as he watched her trembling state. When he took a step forward she pressed herself back into the wall, pushing her index finger forward, warning him with it. "Don't you dare come
He arrived earlier than usual. It was a luxury he believed, a luxury that he had two people to be thankful for. Two dead people to be precise. Had they not chosen to spill the information they were required for earlier than they had, he'd have never been able to make this speedily back home. "May their souls rest in peace" he muttered delightfully under his breath, aware of the clack-tap of his boots on the clean marble floor. Donavan expected Inaya to be asleep by now. It was eleven in the night. As per her mother's strict laid out rules, she was to sleep by ten in the night which aligned perfectly for her waking schedule that started at seven am. He peeked into her room to see her, his nerves calming without instruction. He noticed that the space besides her was empty; not empty in the sense that no one had touched that side of the bed, but as if someone had laid there for a while and left. He knew exactly who it was. He closed the door to her bedroom behind him quietly, movi
"You look scared of me" the woman smiled, her baleful gaze impossible to be mistaken, "But again, you always were. Let's keep the child outside this. You don't want her to hear what I'm about to tell you."Tara watched the woman venomously, wondering how could the woman demand so boldly even after all these years. The old woman had no name. They never trusted Tara with their names. She didn't know the name of the mission, or her trainers or of the organization. She was to address them as sir and madam, nothing more nothing less. "Eugene" the woman called out, looking at Tara with a strange longing that made her uncomfortable. A woman appeared in her early twenties with a cheery smile, a smile that seemed designed to lure children, so fake that no one could mistake it for empathy. "Give baby Ina to her. She'll take care of it"Tara didn't want to know how she knew Inaya's name, she was aware that nothing could be kept from her madam, it never had."No"The woman looked at her, reall
Tara tried not to make noise in the backseat as the little one jumped up and down speaking incoherently with her teddy bear. It looked like the bear and the girl had a lot in common, much like her mother from beside and Ron from the passenger seat. Tara looked awkwardly outside the window as driver drove through aesthetic streets, unaware of the past history his boss was forced to share with their Donna. Had he known that his mistress had ran over Ron's body and was the reason why he was now a registered amputee, he too would have shown symptoms of uneasiness. Tara reminded herself to kick Donavan's ass in the night. What was he thinking before tagging Ron along the woman that destroyed his life?She suddenly felt remorseful of her actions. Had she not been so audaciously courageous to run the car over him without a second thought, she'd never have lived to see this moment. She had thought of apologising to the big man but she knew it was as useless as ashtray on a motorbike. He di
Tara ran in the hallway crowded with people in uniforms, some dressed in blue, others in pink. Their steps were faster than hers, sliding the stretcher across the long corridor, yelling medical terms she could not understand. Tara realised that she was screaming, crying for help from strangers that told her they would everything to save her.Her? Her who? She did not know.She looked down at the blurred figure laid on stretcher, the outline of nasal tube going through the little nose, syringes attached to the fragile wrist. Who was it? She stretched her eyes through uncontrollable tears, confused and frightened for who it was that she was crying for.And suddenly she was pulled apart, by whom she did not care to look, her eyes focused on the figure on the stretcher that was now moving away from her. Its eyes opened and it looked at her, the green forest met her dark orbs. Tara could finally see her daughter through the haphazard chaos, realising the cause of her own helpless cries, th