"I miss you." I pouted, adjusting the laptop on my stomach, while I lay on my back. No matter how comfortable my bed is, it can never provide the comfort, I feel when I am in Xander's arms."Is that a pout I see?" He asked teasingly, amused by my childlike behavior.Today once again I argued with dad. And that's why I am feeling very emotional. And Xander is out of town just added another nail to my already sad self. I could do some comforting. Reaching my hands, I softly caressed his face on the screen.He is right now in bed, in half sitting position as his back is resting on the headboard, wearing a white t-shirt while the part down the hips is covered with a duvet. "No." Though I tried hard but couldn't keep from choking on my words. "Angel, what happened?" Xander asked immediately. His body has gone stiff with worry, forehead instantly creasing with concern.I so wanted to tell him what happened today. I wanted to tell him how dad said that, what I am studying is just a wa
Iris's POV"And here is your coffee strong, just the way you like strong but sweetened by a bit of creamer," said Xander holding a brewing hot cup of my favorite coffee. Placing the coffee in front of me on the kitchen island, he started making his own.Rubbing my sleepy eyes a bit I took the cup in my hand, following a sip, and believe me he makes it the best way. Seems like perfection runs in his Russo blood. I wonder if there is anything he does imperfectly.I mean he is an awesome cook, makes awesome drinks, I don't need to tell you about his brain, he plays superb chess and plays piano as well. One man with so much talent. No wonder he is arrogant. And I really really wonder how the hell he and I ended up together. I mean he is just perfect and me, well you can say I ace clumsiness.For instance, Xander knows almost everything about me, my likes, dislike, favorites, etc. And I, I know nothing, not even his favorite coffee.Thinking that I groaned, a bit frustrated by myself
Xander's POV Startled, Iris shuffles and stands on her feet, she is frightened and confused, and then her eyes zeros on me, her confusion, intensifies and then something snapped and she looked at me with worried eyes and concern. So many emotions in just a few seconds and I am failing to understand the reason for any one of them, except the shock she got from my stupidity. Looking at her, frightened, now I feel guilty for my irrational action. I want to apologize but a part of me is justifying my action. A part of me is proud, that he broke her dream. "Are you okay?" The question should have come out of my lips, but hearing her from me, confused. Did she hit her head? I looked at her with creases and that seems to amplify the worry lines on her face. In no time she rounds her desk and is now standing in front of me.Her eyes filled with so much concern as if she is just on the verge of crying. "Ms. Brooke. I should be the one asking this question. " I tell her. She furrows
"Ethan, Xan!!! Stop jumping on the couch." I shout, But little did they give me any ears. When I came back from work, I was not at all prepared for the sight that greeted me.I pondered for a second, thinking maybe I entered the wrong house. But then these two munchkins peeped their heads from behind the sofa and I knew, it was my home. My whole living room looked like a trash can. There is popcorn, and pizza boxes scattered all over the place not to forget the juice cans, which just minutes were about to make me fall.Only I know how I prevented myself from slipping. And if this was not enough Ethan and Xan were jumping up and down on the couch, while angel Kyle was jumping on the floor.Kyle is too innocent that my devil of a son easily convinces him to partner in all his mischief. "If you both don't stop this instance you won't like the consequences. Down. Now." I commanded them to emphasize each word. My narrowed eyes moved from Ethan to Xan. Sometimes I think, there are
Alexander's POVWhy? Why do I feel this closeness with Iris? Why do I feel as if my hands exactly know it's the way around her body?Why she has this inexpressible control over my actions, feelings everything?Why do I crave her presence?Why her smile brings this warm feeling inside my heart?Why was she engulfed in my arms, making me feel so much at serenity?Why whenever I see her, I feel like she is a faded memory, that I want to recall desperately.For fuck's sake, I don't even know this woman.Then why all these feelings?While this kiss was initiated by, desire and jealousy, it gradually is now into a need.The more my lips are moving against her, the more I feel like the abyss in my memory is being filled, making me continue kissing her more and more.In the back of my mind, I know this is wrong but I won't stop it, nor will let anyone do so.Now that I know how it feels to have her, I crave her more.I sound selfish. Fuck me if I dont know that. Last four years, I felt nothi
With my head high and eyes determined, I exit the bathroom and walked back into the hallway that was leading to the part, I was just at the dye of the hallway, and my eyes landed on Ethan, he was standing beside her mom, who is whispering something in her ear. Ethan shook his head at whatever she said and he looked annoyed, an expression that he holds a lot around his mother, looking around, I am sure to find some escape, I took a step towards him and save him from the misery. But even before I can exit the hallway, I felt my elbows being gripped and my hand on my mouth and was dragged to a room. The room was dark, but I don't need light to know who has dragged me here. And I was proved right when brown orbs clashed with my forest greens, his eyes filled with fury his jaw clenched. He has both his hands on either side of my head, while I am looking scared into his eyes. " Mr. Russo..." I whispered, trying to take steps aside and free from his hold, but even before
Iris looked at herself in the mirror, as she gets ready for work. She is wearing beige high-waisted regular-fit pants and matched them with a very plain white shirt. Her hair was tied in a loose ponytail. A watch in one hand and a gold bracelet in the other, for the shoes, she went for a transparent platform flat. Which was both casual and professional. Confident with her outfits her gaze stooped at her face, she tried to hide the bags under her eyes but, seems like she failed at it. Her thoughts were about to wander to the reason for her swollen eyes, but she knew better than to do that. Those thoughts will only bring anguish and depression, that she cannot bare. Yesterday when Ethan dropped her home, Iris opened her apartment doors only to find her son sleeping on the couch as his head was on Blair's lap, who was running fingers through his hair. As Blair saw Iris, she asked her to be quiet so she can wake Xan up. Iris remembers how she quite moved toward his
Iris's POV I opened my mouth to answer Xander about his inappropriate behavior, but before I could do so, we both heard the door knob turn. With the same speed he pulled me closer, he drove me away. I composed myself. " Iris, here you are and I thought will be late," saying Ethan took quick steps toward me, and out of habit gave me a tight hug and kiss on my forehead. "You ok?" he whispered asked. I know he wanted to make sure, after seeing me so tired last night. "Yeah, I am. " I said assuring him. Ethan hugged me back, but a throat clear made him pull away from me. "Mr. Russo. " Ethan greeted him in a clipped tone. Something tells me, Ethan is not pleased with his presence. There is no hatred but at the same time, I can see him being a little indifferent toward Xander. The way he so formally greeted him, without a smile and then his tone, was so... I don't know, but it was not the tone you use with your business partner. I mean he didn't even try hiding his
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