Can I kiss you?" Darlene's pretty eyes flustered before me, the glow in them brightening more than ever, and God knows she was the prettiest thing my eyes had ever seen that way.Her skin, under the sunlight, was as white as snow, and the golden hue cast a fine shadow upon it. She looked like milk. Very beautiful, very dainty, the most gorgeous thing ever. And the sexiest too.No woman had ever been so bold enough to make the first move before me.So, having her ask to kiss me, excited a nerve deep within me and at that moment, the things I wanted to do to her—"Afternoon, Mr an Mrs Mckenzie."We were interrupted by a new voice, and on cue, Darelene and I had our heads turning to the woman in front of us.Instantly, I was able to tell that it was one of the Picnic staffs. The plain white shirt and blue trousers she had on— which I was certain was their uniform— was right in front of our faces, struggling with that bright grin on her tab face, for attention."Afternoon," Darelene wa
DARLENEOur picnic was a success and afterward, Alexander and I insisted on having a walk, on my request.He was truly the sweetest. Everything about the man was a turn on for me, and never really had I met someone who was very much eager to have things done my way. Alexander redefined a lot of standards for me and that was one thing I really loved about him.Hand in hand, we walked through the field and all the tranquility and serenity that abounded between usnmae our silence to be comfortable and not awkward."I should have married you long before now," He said to me.I laughed, flattered."Well, to be honest, years before now, getting married was not really in my bucket list," I told him. Not like it was in it when my Dad had forced me to get married even.But hey… it was not such a bad idea."Hm," He noted. "So, what was in your bucket list?""Well, so many other people things," I told him. "Like, starting a band," I laughed as I told him, waving it off in dismissal, but he didn't
DARLENE Alexander fauked to show back up to our date. I'd hate to admit that I found it beyond disappointing how he did not even have the decency to hit me up with a call or a message as heads up.The guard had come for me alright, just as he said that he would unstruct them to. But, the part of his promise where he said that he would be back for me, so that we could continue what we already started, he failed to keep that.So all through out the afternoon and to the earky hours of the evening, all I did was sit there in the bedroom, and stare at the ceiling. Worry gripped me. I wanted to be offended that he didn't say anything to me after he left abruptly, but my fear for his well being and the anxiety that crippled me, wondering what must have been so urgent, who it concerned, how it connected to him and if he was safe, made it difficult for me to even be angry at him.I tried calling, but all to no avail.So there I sat on our giant sized bed in our chambers, awaiting the return o
DARLENEI couldn't believe that it had barely been twenty four hours since I had moved in here with my 'husband' and a start which I had thought to be the beginning of something wonderful, was quickly taking a sour turn.I stayed away from him, and unfortunately, thanks to the guards that stood all around the fucking mansion for my safety, I could not even go far enough as I would have wanted from him."Great." My sarcasm rolled of my tongue, without ease as I sat somewhere — I didn't even know where the fuck it was supposed to be — and quietly seethed in my own anger.I hated that I couldn't at least pretend like I was not angry. I had barely settled in with Alexander, and we had not even completed out first date and the Alpha st thing I could do is get angry at him.Still, no matter how much I scoled myself within, I didn't get less angry. I hated that I coukd not feel any other way than offended. I also hated that even when I was seething like this, he had so much control over me.
Alexander"Darlene is not happy with me."I chipped that in, in the midst of our silence. With hands on the wheel and blood on heads, I felt like I needed to let my brother know the truth behind calling him here. One thing about Frederick was that he trusted like a fool. I mean, yes, I am his brother, but I just called him out of the blue, late at night, and asked him to come with me on a drive, completely failing to let him know where our destination was going to be.And he just followed me."Did you hear me?" I asked when he didn't retaliate.Immediately, he jumped slightly, pulled out the air pods from his ears and looked towards me. I knew he did not hear me. I repeated myself again."My wife is mad at me."Frederick looked at me, his eyes registering concern, confusion, and worry for an iota of a second. His brows were furrowed, a sign that made it clear to me that he was indeed worried.Or maybe I concluded too soon.Because the very second that I actually thought my wacko lunat
DARLENEI looked at Alexander and as he came closer and I was torn on which reaction to even take — if I stand there and keep watching him come forward or if I just walk away, continue ignoring him.However, the latter seemed impossible to do. The more that the man made his way towards me, with steps quiet and easy, the harder it seemed like my foot was implanted on the ground. His face was getting clearer in sight as he stepped more into the light and soon, I was getting a vivid view of that fine silky hair and handsome face. He looked at me with eyes that were straight and lacked much emotion in them, but as seconds passed by, I saw flashes of concern in them."You came back," Was all I said.It was as though the energy between us became so uncomfortable and so awkward that somebody needed to talk. You know when there is so much quietness between you and a person that it starts to nudge you, almost aggressively, to say something and spark a conversation.And he was the one at fault.
I stared at Alexander, moping bluntly after he just said the words that came out of his mouth. I wanted to speak, but my tongue felt tied, and my brain felt frozen, frozen enough to not be able to put words together in context to make it make sense.And he only repeated himself one more time."The men of my family…" he said again. "Are the CEOs of a Mafia Empire."I heard him the first time.All I just wanted to do was put two and two together, and see my husband in that light.It was the most difficult thing ever."Mafia Empire," I said, I repeated. "I mean, that just means you sell drugs, right? An organized high class drug selling business…"I tried to say it that way to numb the gravity of what else it could mean. I had read about people like that before, and I had seen them in movies before. I knew the kind of shadiness that could be linked with such a line of work, the kind of blood you would have to touch, and the number of lives you may have to take. But, I couldn't see Alexan
The days of my marriage with Alexander Mckenzie after that very night were very cold. Frosty, even."Mrs Mckenzie."The truth is that no matter how hard I tried, I could not bring myself to look at that man any other way. I didn't know which hurt most — if it was the fact that he tricked me into marrying him before telling me the truth about his business, or the fact that he was the kind of person he was. No matter how anybody puts it, the business of a Mafia Lord is not just as clean as buying and selling drugs, it gets dirtier than that and that is a blunt fact."Mrs Mckenzie."And I could not even imagine someone that I am supposed to be spending the rest of my life with, been that shady."Mrs Mckenzie."To think that I was stupid. So fucking stupid to actually believe that it was possible for a human being to be so perfect and so flawless. So spotless. Well, I had most definitely learnt my lesson.Alexander and I could have been married by Law, but by heart, he and I were total, c