It's not like I don't know, that I am fucked up. Because I am.I won't be offended if you call me Psycho. Hell, I know I am crazy. I am damaged beyond repair.But do I hate myself?No. This is me and will always be like this. I get what I want.And this time also, I will get what I want.Iris Brooke.My princess.Mine.I have waited long, but now it's time she becomes mine.And I bet this time I won't miss the aim. Smirking, I look around the airport waiting for the woman, who helped me escape the hell hole called prison and bring me here, close to my princess.Though I could have reached her sooner, fucking Jacob Sterling is hell-bent on searching for me. Because of him, I had to keep myself away, from my princess.But now no more waiting.Tapping my feet, I was waiting for the woman of the hour to arrive, and here she comes, wearing a classy off-shoulder red dress.After picking me up from the airport, she left me at a motel. Telling me she is doing work to bring me closer to my
"Xander...xan...der..." "Mmm..." He hummed, placing shivering kisses all over my neck. I rolled my eyes, as he has become a lot too affectionate towards me. "St..op." How the hell am I supposed to protest, when he is awarding me with so much pleasure and happiness? I can not be fussy when I am getting, what I have been wishing for these last four years. "No." Like a kid, who is asked to cut short his play and study, Xander denies my request. His hands trailing lower from my neck, reaching my melons, he pinches my already hard nipples. He hummed as his lips skimmed further down my neck to collar bone. "Damn!!! I want to have you now." His thick voice, pooling with desire, send shivers of want all over my body." Hmm. " I hummed in pleasure. His hands are just like his, expert, as I don't even know when he unbuttoned my shirt, and now his warm hand is roaming all over my skin. Butterflies and tingles, are shuddering me, whereas the wetness between my thighs, and my lower swollen
NervousUneasyAnxiousScaredImpatientAll these are the words that perfectly describe, the storm of emotions swirling inside my heart.A feeling that till now was foreign to Alexander Russo. Never in my existence, until now, have I thought I will be all these things.I have never even, felt like this when I confessed to Iris that I love her.Fuck! Confessing to her was easier than this.And why won't it would be, after this very moment, this very person will decide my fate, not Iris?Because this moment will decide if my dreams will come true or if they will only be dreams. So yeah, here I am, with my fingers crossed, hoping for the day to go well.." Mr. Russo. Don't worry you will be fine." Says Blair smiling, stepping aside to let me in. "Yeah, I am hoping for the same," I reply looking around, after entering."Xan is in his room. Getting ready." She informs. I nodded taking a seat on the couch. Blair sitting in front of me, fidgeting with her finger. I don't know why, but
Packing the last of my jewelry boxes, I wave my friends off as I see them leaving in their cars. It's 6 pm, time for me to close the shop. Hence once I am sure that I have packed everything and that everything is stacked perfectly, I local my shoo and walk towards my car. Reaching my car, I grabbed my key from my purse, and just when I was about to open the door, I got startled and dropped the key in the process, as I felt a hand placed on my shoulder. With my heart beating furiously, I turned, prepared with a few curses on the tip of my tongue but the moment I saw who it was, I swallowed all those curses. " Jacob." surprised but happy, I threw myself in his arms. " what a surprise." " Hey, Blair. How are you?" he asked as we pull away from the hug. " I am good," I say smiling, seeing his node with a simple. After things went down, I and Iris decide it was best we leave and go to London. I was more into the idea because people there hated me. They knew the crimes I co
"Damn it!!! Who the hell kept all those files in the upper cabinet?"I muttered frustrated. Trying to reach my hands to the red file, kept in the upper cabinet. I mean I know it's Xander's office, which means, either I or Xander would have kept this here.And 80% it's me. I am sure. Sometimes I think I put myself more in trouble than anyone. I put the files there because I knew it would be no trouble for Xander to reach them. But damn it, I am too short to reach the upper cabinet.Believe me, in times like this, I envy Ava, that she got the height of Dad, whereas I, got none of theirs.Giving up. I sighed. Knowing it's not my cup of tea. But I need the file.Whining, inside, I started looking around for something that can help, and my eyes landed on Xander's leather black chair.Bingo!! Happy, I quickly dragged it near the cabinet. Climbing, I started looking for Carson's file. Engrossed in my work, I almost forget where I am standing. Hence, I got utterly surprised, by the
"Iris!!!" Hearing Blair shout, I ran out of the kitchen, only to stop and then burst out in fits of laughter. Little Kyle has peed on her.And he was laughing, seeing his mom pout so cutely."Little devil. I just changed his diapers." She whines. Blair is new to motherhood, we both are. But one thing I can tell she handles her baby better than me. The reason she gave, was that she looked after her sister. The very same sister, because of whom, she wanted to avenge me.Somewhere or the other I blame myself for what happened to her sister, it's because of me, Josh killed her. This knowledge fills me up with a lot of guilt. Maybe that's why I didn't dwell much on thoughts when I had to decide, whether I want to giver her a second chance or not. "You, deliberately troubling mommy." I pinched Kyle's cheeks, while he laid naked on the bed, and he holds my finger with his little fingers, smiling wide. He looked so cute that I couldn't stop myself from showering him with kisses. But that
"She is fine Mr. Russo. Stress has taken a toll on her. And I am afraid if she keeps stressing herself like this, she will hinder her health, badly. " Xander let the doctors' word settle, his gaze fixed on his angel, lying unconscious on the hospital bed. Her face was pale, with no life. " There are certain things, that I would like to discuss with you in my office. Please follow." Finishing, the 40 years old man left, after a last glance at his unconscious patient. He didn't fail to notice the tears wetting, Xander's face and hence decided to give the couple some time.With Iris's cold hands clasped in his, Xander, let the tears fall from his eyes. He didn't even try hiding it. Seeing her like, this, is paining him, as he has never felt before.He feels like his whole world, had been ripped away from him, here the love of his life, is passed out on the hospital bed, and the kid he claimed as his son is in danger.And he fucking wants to burn down everything, by merely thinking of th
With her hands tightly wrapped around herself, Iris kept looking outside the cab window. But her mind registers nothing. It's as if she is lost.The only thing on her mind is her son. She wants to reach him as sooner as possible. Her tears had dried but her heart is still aching for her baby.My baby.When earlier Iris woke up in the hospital, she saw Xander's retreating figure. She opened her mouth to call him, but before that Xander was out.Weak she sat, only to receive a text, which resulted in her escape from the hospital.She wanted to run to Xander, and tell him, about Josh's threat, she wanted her husband to hold her tight, and assure her that he will bring their baby, safe. But her pathetic fate, she cants.After all, what will she tell her husband, a husband who doesn't even, remember anything? And secondly, she won't put his life in danger, because of her. She had already done it once, but not again. She loves him, loves him enough, to die in his arms peacefully, but can
Iris's POV ------------------ 2 years later. Closing my eyes with headphones, playing Ed Shereen as an escape from my thoughts.Though it's not helping much but still a good distraction. Good duration from the aviation I am feeling because of this long flight. And also because I am an hour late. I should have been in New York. Dr. Iris Russo calms down, you will soon be with them. Dr. It feels so good to call me with the word. It's like my whole life and rebelling have all summed up into the small world. I am an official child psychiatrist now. And believe me, I don't think there was any job than this I would have enjoyed, I feel so great talking to those kids who have no idea of the mental problem they are facing. It feels good that they come to me to talk about their problems. And after becoming one I realized, only big ones are not the ones with problems, these small heads carry a lot of stress and burden and love every second of the job especially when they
I am going to end his doctorate career. I think angrily as I am kicked out of my wife's hospital room. They told me I am stressing her out, how can I stress her out, and if anything I am the one keeping her calm. They just don't understand but they will soon. And like I said I heard my wife scream and before I can count up there, the door to her room is again opened, and there stood he with his head now down and jaws ticked. " Sir, Mrs. Russo is not letting us touch her. Please." She grits the last word put and if I want this worried for my wife I would have smirked at her. That's my woman. I praise my angel as I walk past her inside but before I go I turned and my eyes widen, the hallway is filled with my fitness and family. Now I am the one feeling a little embarrassed as the doctor looks at my family and then at me and narrows her eyes at me. Instead of backing down I shrug and enter to see eyes looking at me angrily."How dare you live me alone!!!" she screamed so l
I was someone who always had complaints in my life. You can tell as much as I liked fighting for dreams, I was also someone who would complain if things didn't go my way. It's not my fault though. All my life since I started understanding things, I have been told that I am not enough and that I need to be better, and that I should be perfect. I hated being told so but was so little to argue about it, hence did as people around me told me and today I regret listening to other people. I wish I could go back in time and tell my younger self that she is perfect, she needs not to work so hard, she needs not to be so hard on herself, that the world is a vicious place and the only way you can survive in this world is by being you. You are the strongest perfection that one can ever achieve. Because in this world where people walk around you with so many faces, you will shine when you have your own and one only. But all of that doesn't matter because now I am also one of thos
Let's just the little feast we had downstairs was not enough for my husband. And there are many reasons for it. But I will cut it down to, two most important. 1. He is as hard as steel. 2. It's our wedding night. So let's just say, my husband, picked me up in his signature way, wrapped my legs around his torso, and up to stairs he kept kissing and nibbling on my nipples. And a hormonal would-be mama is not gonna complain. Because let's be honest, I love every bit of it. The attention he is giving to my body is something I didn't know I wanted but now I know I have been craving it. My heart flutters, as my husband delicately places my body on the bed. Standing to his full height, he got rid of all his cloth as fast as he can. Usually, I like the slow torturous strip tease, but today I am so needy that I just want him to fuck me and use me like the slut he called me a while ago. And I don't have to plead because I and my husband are on the same page on this. "
" Are we done?" " No" I reply immediately looking at my new husband with a glare as I chew the pasta in my mouth, that he so deliciously made. Throughout the night, the guests kept us I'm busy, and I was so busy being the perfect wife that I completely missed my dinner. And where I can go for a day without eating, the baby growing inside me needs to eat. It's not like there was no food at the reception. There was plenty of it. And so many cuisines, some of the cuisines were my favorite. I should have drooled over them and should have pounced on the memo et I saw them. But that very moment my hormones decided to kick in, and even the sight of my favorite food was making me feel as if I want to throw up. And hence though I wanted to couldn't eat anything, except the lava cake. Which by the way is not enough to fulfill the apatite of a pregnant moment. The pregnant woman inside me wanted to throw a tantrum right there, the woman wanted to throw her legs and whine for
Alexander's POV I never thought hearing two words would fill me with so much bliss. But I am feeling it. It's as if someone has given me happiness in the whole world. For the first time unlike me, I want to jump and scream to the whole world that I am the happiest man alive in the world. I have the woman, who I loved like I never knew I was capable of loving. Today I have made Iris Brooke mine in all ways. She is my wife. " I do." the beautiful words that left her lips are echoing in my head like beautiful music. And I want to hear them on a loop. The words of the pasture are fading and I am hearing nothing my eyes are fixed only on my beautiful wife, who has the most enchanting biggest smile plastered on her face. But all of a sudden her smile turns into a frown, and she looks from the paster to me, as of waiting for something, I don't understand her sudden reaction and look at everyone, and their eyes fixed on me with the same confusion. " Dude you are freaking ou
Iris's PoV Dad and I were still talking when we heard a knock at the door, we both simultaneously turned towards it to see mom at the door, she is looking beautiful as ever in her lavender dress. As she is also my bridesmaid. Dad and she exchanged an understanding nid and smiled at each other. I missed this smile a lot. It's not the same as they use to give each other every morning but it is something. This tells me, that they did talk and things are working out. "Don't run the horses in your head baby. " mom gives me a knowing. Of course, she always knows what I am thinking. "We are trying," she whispered coming to stand in front of me and besides me. From the moment she entered the room dad has his eyes fixed on her, not for once did he tell his eyes off her. And why won't he, mom is looking beautiful, let me tell you unlike me mom is a health freak, she enjoys her junk food but never forget to exercise, and she loves doing yoga. It's her regular, because of
Dear Angel I was someone who never believed in love let alone love at first sight. And then you came and changed everything. You became everything to me. Your thoughts confirmed everything that I had, my heart mind, and soul. You don't even know when you had me already wrapped around your fingers. You were in my bed, sleeping with a divine smile on your face, I am sure you were dreaming something good, your hair was sprawled on my pillow and you had your hands resting on my stomach. You had me captured, and you didn't even know, and when the Trance cracked, the first words that left my lips were, " Angel" That day when I first met you was a special bit there is another day that surpasses it and it always will. It is the day when you were drunk, sat on my lap, and named me Mr. Handsome. That was the first time you showed me a piece of your self and that day it was set that you are mine only mine. As much as I am you're. Always will be. I will take what I can give
I shook the scene out of my mind. I don't want to walk down the aisle wet. Not until our reception is over. After the first time, I wanted a small wedding, with friends and family only. And there was no debate on it because Xander and I were on the same page and so were put families. Hence there were not many people, only those who mattered. If you start noting down lessons of life, you will realize one of them is, that your circle of friends needs not to be big, it can be small, but all that matters is people who form the circle, should be loyal and real to you. That's all friendship defines and I am glad about everything bad happening, I have made a pact with the best people in my life. Jacob was a surprise, but he is like most protective yet the most understanding brother that I could have wished wish for. From worst to best, he was by my side or behind, always having my back. No matter what situation I am in, one thing I knew was, he is just a call away