Episode 5The ride back home was quiet and not a word was heard from Danica anymore. Basically, she was scared. Scared of the man who she had accidentally met, scared of how he knew about her and Tristan, scared of his threat and what he wanted. Who was he? One would want to ask, it might not even be worth it to think about him like that, but this was San Diego. A mega rich fellow does not just knock on your door one morning to change your life for the better. She could feel her life turning to a nightmare already and all she wanted to do was to run, to hide, to disappear. The tension in her heart was suffocating and the cinnamon and spicy scent that filled the air was harsher. It was harder to breathe knowing that he was right there, next to her and it was even more terrifying to know that she had no idea who he was. With so many questions in her thoughts and fear in her heart, she still kept her mouth still, wanting to simply just go away from him. He neither said a thing as well
EPISODE 6: Nothing could be said to have been better than sleeping in the arms of a beloved one. But on this very night, Danica neither had that liberty or ability to wish that she could have Tristan in her arms. His voice had been on the other end of the line, even as she took her bath, and prepared for bed and so had her voice caressed his heart till they both lay on the bed. Though in different bed and in different countries. Tristan’s voice cooed and coaxed her till she finally fell asleep, leaving behind the day’s worries and the events that had taken place. However, the night was neither peaceful or beautiful as it should be. For the very first time in a long time, she had slept without Tristan beside her and the nightmares had returned. ******* The night was dark and the beautiful sunny day was washed away with darkness and rainfall. The heavy down pour was loud and wicked. Thunder sounds threatened to tear the world apart and the skies sparked with the lightening that spo
EPISODE 7: Danica stared at the door for a while, her thoughts could not help but to recall all that had happened and each time she thought of that beautiful face and that sweet scent, she shivered and trembled from within. For a girl like her, simple, casual and alone, such meeting with someone like him could definitely not be a coincidence. Her instincts were beginning to kick in and that dreadful feeling returned to the pit of her stomach. Something was off, something was wrong and that face definitely had something to it. With a lot of strength and resolve, she pulled her gaze away from the door, just about the same time, her phone rang and she turned to it. A smile caressed her lips and her heart fluttered at the caller. Without waiting or sparing another glance at it, she picked up the call. “Hello pumpkin,” Tristan’s voice came from the other end of the line almost immediately. “Hmmm, someone sounds happy,” she sat down on the bed. “Hearing your voice always makes me happy
EPISODE 8: The manor of the Deane’s stood tall and high and glamorous, it was of course seen from a lot of beautiful places in the city. The part of the city where it was located was vast, beautiful and far from what people would call an ordinary residence. Only the richest of the rich could be found living in such area and the Deane’s were one of them. What could one say, corrupt mingle with the corrupt. Politicians, business men and underground lords who had just too much money at their disposal could be found around that residence. Not everyone could afford such a place and that was why it was few of people and extremely secure. The convoy passed through the security with a lot of grudges in their heart, and understanding as well. They had been doing this for what seemed like an hour, that was how secure that residence was yet it seemed like it would not be done and over soon. The security personnel were trained men who knew their jobs and who also knew them. They could not be hi
EPISODE 9: Danica was still amazed at how much things were falling together so quickly. She stared at her uniform to the ball that had everyone in town talking and smiled deviously to herself. A plan was set in motion for the night and it revolved around that son that had only just returned and nothing more. She was just grateful that she got an opportunity at the time she needed one. It was no surprise that she had gotten the job, it was simply the timing that surprised her. She had been out of college for what was like a year and had taken part time jobs instead of looking for a real job. She walked in an organization where she remained a waiter or an usher for certain events that were big enough to pay for their services and she made cool money from it. The thing was, she just never thought that she could get an opportunity to be at the Deane manor through her part time job which was why she laid her focus simply on the company of the Deane’s. Fortunately, she got this and at the
PISODE 10: While she worked, she took note of the people present. Truly, the corrupt walked with the corrupt. The people present had mask on their faces, though most didn’t bother taking it off, some found it better to breathe without it for a few minutes. Faces were hidden behind those mask and wealthy clothes but men and women present were nothing but corrupt politicians, business men who were into all kinds of criminal acts and lots of killers. The dark aura surrounding them were thick and heavy, they could take over the world if they ever decided to, just by meeting like this. She took note of glances passed at her, though it was uncomfortable, she kept up with her façade and continued with what she was doing. Dazzling was what she had come for anyway and she was achieving it effortlessly. Lots of talks and chatters went around the room even when their hearts were dark. Men and women pumped their glass against each other’s in a friendly manner and in pretense of wanting the best
Moans, groans, pants and high breaths filled the walls of the room, like a song, it sang so great into the night expressing both the want, the love, the lust and the beauty of being in the arms of a loved one. The sweet feeling of being in love and the pain of letting go, filled the edges of whatever this feeling was with an agony of its own. Tristan didn’t want to stop, he could not stop no matter how much he tried to. This might be forever, again, it might be the last time, it might be a long time away but whatever it was, whenever it was going to happen again didn’t matter anymore. This night was simply for him, with the beautiful lady trapped underneath him. Her moans filled his ears, her hands clutched tightly at his back and her love for him, ever so true, it could be felt with the way his name roared out of her mouth together with the moans she created, expressing intense pleasure at every thrust. And this beautiful woman was the woman he was going to leave? That thought made
Minutes after Danica worked out of the airport, a convoy pulled over and a lot of men stepped out of the car. People came to a halt instantly, knowing that they were either there to escort someone in or escort someone out. Whoever it was had to be very rich with the flit of current cars lined up and men whose aura and build spoke of nothing but danger. Dressed in formal attires of black suits, shades and comms in their ears, they looked more like assassins than guards. All tall and huge to a fault, they looked both ravishing and dangerous to the core. The kind of danger that pulled women close. It was almost irresistible and it made them all frantic and excited to know who was coming or who was going. But something caught the eyes of most of the people who wanted to witness all this. A tattoo at the nape of this men. A tattoo of a well-drawn compass right at the nape of their neck. Instantly, panic ensued and those who took notice retreated from the convoy. Not all the security had thi
PISODE 10: While she worked, she took note of the people present. Truly, the corrupt walked with the corrupt. The people present had mask on their faces, though most didn’t bother taking it off, some found it better to breathe without it for a few minutes. Faces were hidden behind those mask and wealthy clothes but men and women present were nothing but corrupt politicians, business men who were into all kinds of criminal acts and lots of killers. The dark aura surrounding them were thick and heavy, they could take over the world if they ever decided to, just by meeting like this. She took note of glances passed at her, though it was uncomfortable, she kept up with her façade and continued with what she was doing. Dazzling was what she had come for anyway and she was achieving it effortlessly. Lots of talks and chatters went around the room even when their hearts were dark. Men and women pumped their glass against each other’s in a friendly manner and in pretense of wanting the best
EPISODE 9: Danica was still amazed at how much things were falling together so quickly. She stared at her uniform to the ball that had everyone in town talking and smiled deviously to herself. A plan was set in motion for the night and it revolved around that son that had only just returned and nothing more. She was just grateful that she got an opportunity at the time she needed one. It was no surprise that she had gotten the job, it was simply the timing that surprised her. She had been out of college for what was like a year and had taken part time jobs instead of looking for a real job. She walked in an organization where she remained a waiter or an usher for certain events that were big enough to pay for their services and she made cool money from it. The thing was, she just never thought that she could get an opportunity to be at the Deane manor through her part time job which was why she laid her focus simply on the company of the Deane’s. Fortunately, she got this and at the
EPISODE 8: The manor of the Deane’s stood tall and high and glamorous, it was of course seen from a lot of beautiful places in the city. The part of the city where it was located was vast, beautiful and far from what people would call an ordinary residence. Only the richest of the rich could be found living in such area and the Deane’s were one of them. What could one say, corrupt mingle with the corrupt. Politicians, business men and underground lords who had just too much money at their disposal could be found around that residence. Not everyone could afford such a place and that was why it was few of people and extremely secure. The convoy passed through the security with a lot of grudges in their heart, and understanding as well. They had been doing this for what seemed like an hour, that was how secure that residence was yet it seemed like it would not be done and over soon. The security personnel were trained men who knew their jobs and who also knew them. They could not be hi
EPISODE 7: Danica stared at the door for a while, her thoughts could not help but to recall all that had happened and each time she thought of that beautiful face and that sweet scent, she shivered and trembled from within. For a girl like her, simple, casual and alone, such meeting with someone like him could definitely not be a coincidence. Her instincts were beginning to kick in and that dreadful feeling returned to the pit of her stomach. Something was off, something was wrong and that face definitely had something to it. With a lot of strength and resolve, she pulled her gaze away from the door, just about the same time, her phone rang and she turned to it. A smile caressed her lips and her heart fluttered at the caller. Without waiting or sparing another glance at it, she picked up the call. “Hello pumpkin,” Tristan’s voice came from the other end of the line almost immediately. “Hmmm, someone sounds happy,” she sat down on the bed. “Hearing your voice always makes me happy
EPISODE 6: Nothing could be said to have been better than sleeping in the arms of a beloved one. But on this very night, Danica neither had that liberty or ability to wish that she could have Tristan in her arms. His voice had been on the other end of the line, even as she took her bath, and prepared for bed and so had her voice caressed his heart till they both lay on the bed. Though in different bed and in different countries. Tristan’s voice cooed and coaxed her till she finally fell asleep, leaving behind the day’s worries and the events that had taken place. However, the night was neither peaceful or beautiful as it should be. For the very first time in a long time, she had slept without Tristan beside her and the nightmares had returned. ******* The night was dark and the beautiful sunny day was washed away with darkness and rainfall. The heavy down pour was loud and wicked. Thunder sounds threatened to tear the world apart and the skies sparked with the lightening that spo
Episode 5The ride back home was quiet and not a word was heard from Danica anymore. Basically, she was scared. Scared of the man who she had accidentally met, scared of how he knew about her and Tristan, scared of his threat and what he wanted. Who was he? One would want to ask, it might not even be worth it to think about him like that, but this was San Diego. A mega rich fellow does not just knock on your door one morning to change your life for the better. She could feel her life turning to a nightmare already and all she wanted to do was to run, to hide, to disappear. The tension in her heart was suffocating and the cinnamon and spicy scent that filled the air was harsher. It was harder to breathe knowing that he was right there, next to her and it was even more terrifying to know that she had no idea who he was. With so many questions in her thoughts and fear in her heart, she still kept her mouth still, wanting to simply just go away from him. He neither said a thing as well
EPISODE 4A smile caressed his lips as she found her way out of the room. He followed behind her, ignoring her statement. If any of his men heard what she had said, they might have easily pulled out their weapons to end her for insulting a man like him. He was the son and very boss of what could be called, the dark side after all. Yet, he was not displeased with Danica’s response to him. He treated her just like he treated an enemy, or a prey he was about to devour. They never know what would hit them, till it happens. While his father loved to show off, show his power and authority, every time he could in order to suppress the other. He could be said to be a chameleon and a tiger all at once. He was the darkness, yet he could blend in no matter where he went. Remaining in the very shadow, he would watch, he would wait, he would stalk his prey till he has them where he wants them. Then he would strike. And as a chameleon, he would blend, cultivating a new life style with every new mis
EPISODE 3: The room was very chilled and cold unlike how it was supposed to be or rather unlike what Danica was supposed to feel. It was a different temperature from what she was used to and it made her curl and curve like a bow on the soft luxurious bed, wanting some sort of comfort or warmth. But no matter how she curled herself, it still did not help the cold that was penetrating through her skin and into her bones. It was so bad, it penetrated her unconscious, pushing her to get back to the conscious world. However, she did not want that. Lying down on that very soft bed eased her bones and made it harder to wake up. It was very soft underneath her and it pulled her deeper into her deep slumber as it helped her resist the cold that pushed her to open her eyes. The cold didn’t seem to let up and her mind could no longer resist the very cold feeling that was beginning to ache her bones. She pulled over the duvet that was on her and pulled it tighter to her body as she clutched onto
Minutes after Danica worked out of the airport, a convoy pulled over and a lot of men stepped out of the car. People came to a halt instantly, knowing that they were either there to escort someone in or escort someone out. Whoever it was had to be very rich with the flit of current cars lined up and men whose aura and build spoke of nothing but danger. Dressed in formal attires of black suits, shades and comms in their ears, they looked more like assassins than guards. All tall and huge to a fault, they looked both ravishing and dangerous to the core. The kind of danger that pulled women close. It was almost irresistible and it made them all frantic and excited to know who was coming or who was going. But something caught the eyes of most of the people who wanted to witness all this. A tattoo at the nape of this men. A tattoo of a well-drawn compass right at the nape of their neck. Instantly, panic ensued and those who took notice retreated from the convoy. Not all the security had thi