His legs glued to the floor, the hot sun scorching around his face, he wiped a strand away turning to face her.She walked towards him hurriedly, taking gentle steps. "I never got to know your name Sir. Incase.." The wind trampled her dark hair and layers rumpled around her face, she stood fixated to the floor, until her hands made way to her face before she placed a bit back in stock, a quiet sigh emitting her nostrils.He turned around, to freakin' look at her. Her eyes bulged slightly, and she stepped back, trying to control her fast beating heart.He was walking towards her, slow, steady steps that felt like a thousand steps, but it was just a few and in the next second he was in her presence, his figure hovering around her, his eyes dark and misty, as he gazed at with an uneven stare.He cupped her chin harshly, so much, she thought it would snap into two, she winced slightly, her voice breaking. "Sir.""It's Zane." He released his grip, his hands swiping across her jaw, a bolt o
In all his life, ever since he was born, no one had ever said those words to him, even if they had. It was always the opposite, but today, someone, not just someone, Emily Hart was giving him a compliment that didn't sounded as an insult.It felt good, the word refreshed into his brain, and melted his heart, he grew fluttered, and his collarbones flashed a lighter shade of red.Emily smiled to him; those smile that reflected one's happiness, her curve were graciously genuine and her lips parted apart for a brief second, before she leaned on the chair. "This is one of the better dates that my mother had set up, for once, I feel like I am floating." She grabbed the drink, and fiddled with the straw in between.Was he supposed to reply to her words? Because he felt as if his whole tongue was glued, he couldn't say anything, and the only thing evident was just a twitch of the lips.What was wrong with him? He was Lucas, the feared Mafia of the underworld, they respected him, they feared h
Xander watched, with particularly no interest at all, as Kane popped the champagne, before lowering the liquid into his cup, "Drink up, Xander." Kane patted him in the shoulder lovingly, like a mother forcing her teenage sons to eat.Xander held the bottle before he chugged the sixth bottle into his mouth, he leaned on the chair as he watched the underworld bubble with noises, smokes of cigar, the stench of the people, it was suffocating, but for him, it was considered his therapy. It made him relax a little, and what better way to relax than to be with someone everyone considered a god? Kane."So, Xander. Tell me about this your wife." Kane stared at him, taking in another bottle. "Can I have her? For just one night?""Don't you dare do anything with her!" Xander growled, his head hurting badly, if there was one thing, he had an high alcohol resistance. He could have as many bottles as he wished. But hearing Kane say disgusting things about his wife intensified his anger, it brought
~People ask me why I don't love~~~I tell them, what's your business, get the damn out of my life. I don't care what they say about me in the streets, just know I'mma a freak, a weirdo you will never love...Nicole whispered the words to her ear, swaying her body as she danced in the kitchen, in a typical kind of way, she loved, absolutely loved her Uncle Sky's song, he was a musician, ripping out the world with his music, he was her mother's younger brother.Nicole reminded her self for the last time, that she hated the smell of those yucky pancakes, but as much as the smell wavered through her nostrils, she was getting to like them. She flipped the crisp baked round thing on the pan again, and she covered her nose. Hell no, she took back her words, she still hated them.It was weird, even if she hated them, why in the hell would she still make them for breakfast? When, she was little, her mother would always make them considering her mother and her twin brother loved them so much, b
The time stopped ticking, hell, maybe it froze, or maybe it didn't. But, everyone seemed to have stopped- for a fraction of seconds, and jabbing of knuckles was heard from underneath the table.Lucas stared up at him, puckering his lips together, before his hands moved over to the cup of water, and he took a little sip, trying to digest in the information, "You hate pancakes.""They taste like foot." Mouths agape, three fun mouths hanging on plain air."Exactly." Nicole had said, before lowering the cup of water to her lips, and then, she took a little sip.The atmosphere turned gloomy, and Zane needed a quicker way to escape, find something to lie about, and get the damn out of the dangerous dining room, slowly, he pushed the table aside, his eyes moving towards the clock on the wall."Oh. Would you look at the time." Their eyes followed his suit, and it was only 7:16, seriously dude?"I have something to catch up." His voice was trembling, but then, he casted a cheeky smile towards
Why in the hell would his father want to speak to him? He was Xander Castillo, and well, he didn't have any sort of relationship with his father. Just a rigid-unbalanced one, he couldn't let her find out. He could never let Nicole Hart know all this.Pushing the chair aside gently, his dark eyes scanned the table, then finally to the person occupying the seat, he knew she wanted to say something, but she just looked at him so intently, his chest heaved up a bit, before he gestured behind Lucas to walk.Nicole wanted to say something: afterall, today they had found the chance to say something less than a word, so why was he leaving so immediately?She was all alone now; sinking in her own misery, she just concentrated on the food, suddenly losing appetite.When they were in the bedroom, Xander shut the room, before gently seating on the bed, his hands flying over to his hair, pulling it gently, "Now tell me why my father would want to see me." Silence racked his brain, he didn't wanted
Xander had no idea hot to deliver the news, Hey you, I am travelling to Italy, and guess what? You are coming along because..Because what? Shit.Well, now, he had no chance to think of what to say, because she was facing him, her lips parting apart, wait, she didn't even wear any lipstick, what type of woman wouldn't even wear lipstick?For a moment, he was stuck, staring at her every composure.Nicole Hart was angry, her mood was dampen, and her heart was racing in different thoughts, who would have thought that the Almighty Xander Castillo would want to have a talk with her? Pathetic."What is it you wanted to talk about?" She was losing her patience, her stance."I am going to Italy." He paused, gazes at her, makes sure she grabs what he says, and when he was sure that she did. He spoke again. "And, you are coming with me." Seconds passed by slowly, something she acknowledged as slow paced. "I am not.""Yes, you are." He stressed his words, anger flooding through his veins, he gaz
Nicole hated this. No, she hated this man.Her mother had told her that it was rude to hate someone, especially when they are your friend, but right now, there was no rudeness attached. She simply hated this man in her presence. He irked her. He disgusted her. His scent, his face- which every woman would literally die to see. She hated it, and lastly, she hated his flirting techniques."Let's talk again, Nicole." He laughs, showing off his perfectly toned teeth arranged quite neatly, he picked up the napkin and dabbed his lips gently, "Why can't we be together again?" Nicole was sure Zane was watching, he was always beside her, protecting her- even when she had told him she didn't needed his protection, the latter just chose to stick with her.He was part of the shadow. No one had ever saw him before, but he was always there. He was watching her silently behind the dark, buried in the darkness, right there, and if only Nicole could only pinpoint where he was"I told you already, Set
Morning arrived far earlier than Nicole thought, she groaned into her pillow, shutting her eyes away from the light that had blinded her, last night, when she hopped into bed in her undergarments. She had wished for Xander to join her so they could talk.It's surprising how she, Nicole Hart, wanted to actually talk with Xander Castillo, not flirting, just talking. Natural talking, but he said he had somewhere to be, she couldn't forget the disappointment that panged her heart when he left her alone.She had stared up at the ceiling before she finally closed her eyes to the web of sleep, now she was awoken and wondering how she would start her day.The door pushed open and a maid trolled in, her face white as morning, "Young Mistress, I already picked out your clothes for the morning, also. I picked the hairstyle you would like to braid."Nicole threw the sheets over her body, before her feet touched the ground, she faced the maid and said bluntly. "Pick a shirt and a trouser for me, I
Nicole's hand flicked towards the pages, she stared at the type-written words on the paper, it didn't seem to fascinate her one bit.She was on the swing in the garden, inhaling the fresh smell of flowers. Her mind darted around.Xander. She almost scoffed at the perspective, he didn't trust her, yet after everything they had shared. He didn't fucking trust her.She snapped the crisp book shut before bobbing out of the swing, she was thirsty, so she headed towards the kitchen.After taking out a bottle of water, she walked towards the dining room. Xander's father was there. His hands skimming through a book, she thought of going, but when he eyes met her. He said simply."Come and sit."She took a seat as instructed, and peeled open the bottle of water.He chuckled lightly, staring at her. "You look so much like your father. Those gray eyes are always watching me, like he was trying to read me." He snapped the book shut. "That's what you are doing too.""Oh." She hadn't even realized,
Zane's shoe huffed on the floor hurriedly, as he passed by the halls, something unsettling was deep down in the pit of his stomach, it twisted his gut. He had felt that sickening feeling years ago when he knew something was going to happen.Because he knew. The past was almost resurfacing itself into the present and down unto the future. Lucas had informed him of the letter, now. He had tons of worries to do.He spread out his jacket and threw it on the rack, his heavy breathing constantly telling him it was going to be okay.It wasn't, because his mind was distorted and then- He heard a string that made him pause in his steps.Not a string, music. Calm, gentle playing of the keyboard, he was astounded, no one played the keyboard that well, he traced the music to the room. The oak door stared back at him, without knowing, he pushed it gently.The person behind the large keyboard didn't look up, it was as though he wasn't even there. Azura was concentrated on the keyboard, her hands mo
"I must say, darling. You look absolutely splendid today. What's the occasion?" Camilla said as she spread jam over her toast.Xander studied his wife from under his lashes, a faint blush appeared in the base of her neck, she was dressed in a white turtle neck top with jeans, her hair was braided, he could almost see the brown curls tucked neatly behind her ears.He wanted to devour her, to undress her, to run his fingers through her soft silk skin, memories of last night torment him, he wanted to do it again, and again, and gosh, those lips. He just wanted to-"Xander." His mother looked at him worriedly as if to tell him to get his shit together, apparently she had just said something, and he wasn't listening. Breakfast with his mother never tended well.Lucas was minding his own food, something about his demeanor was different. He was quiet, unusually quiet. His dark hair styled behind his ears. His dark eyes fixated on the food. Azura ate her food quietly. Zane, Xavier and his fat
When Xander arrived in Italy, night had stretched far, he could hear the owl's peaceful music, hooting through his own ears. He said goodnight to Lucas in the hallways, and walked along the halls.It was eerily quiet, he passed the doors as he walked, his breathing whisking, in any minute from now, he was going to see Nicole. Her peaceful face- maybe, her angry face.He stood in front of the door. Here goes nothing: He pushed, the room was exactly how he had left it a week ago, the sheets were arranged, and on it was Nicole in the shortest nightgown.His throat bobbed. He walked towards her slowly, afraid that each step would wake her up, careful.Damn careful.He sat on the bed, her lashes curled together perfectly, her head struck on the pillow.She was marvelous even when she slept.Her eyes bobbed open, "Took you a while."His lips stretched into a smirk.__Nicole sat up straight, staring deep into his eyes, she could spot the circles under his eyes, his tired shoulders."You sho
Xander breathed heavily, he was feeling feverish, mainly because he wanted to be home right now, Nicole. It's been a week, and he hasn't even stepped foot into the manor. She hasn't called, nor text, nor even...His expression was still gruff when Lucas stepped into the office. In just a few days, he was back in New York, when Lucas had told him what happened, they flew together to New York to meet Kane in his office."This is not funny." Xander grinded his teeth, his demeanor changing, stiff as a rock, just the way they nicknamed him, "She's completely burnt half of my were-houses here in New York, and that note. She's playing with me." His hands fisted, his eyes growing red. Damn, he could literally hurt someone right now.His breath grew ragged.Kane stared at him from under his lashes, Xander had got to admit: His friend was looking quite like any normal guy, there wasn't any bottle of whiskey lying on his table, and his papers seemed arranged. His office even smelt of women's per
There's a rapt knock on the door, so gentle, and then a warm voice follows. "Breakfast is ready,"Xander was the first to flutter awake, his lashes pushed themselves open. Light brimmed into his face, the familiarity of his bedroom hit him hard, and that's when he knew, his hands were entangled over a waist.He gazed at his other side.She was sleeping. Do people sleep and look so beautiful while asleep? Because, this was Nicole Hart, and she slept so beautifully. Her lashes were arranged in order, he studied her, the gentle breathing that escaped her nostrils.He could do this all day: she looked so calm in her sleep, like nothing was her concern. He stirred from the bed, headed to the bathroom, and after his morning routine, he headed to the kitchen. It was eerily quiet, a maid had told him that the family just had breakfast, and thank goodness. He walked over to the pan, standing beside the kitchen."Young master. What are you doing?" A young maid rushed over to him, her eyes almo
As Nicole stared at the phone in her hand, her heart tugged with something unknown."Let me guess." Ryder said dryly, "That's your husband."Nicole tucked her phone elsewhere. "Sometimes, you just have to remind me to blow your nose.""You funny me. You know that, Nicole?" He said, jerking from his chair, before mimicking a teenager's voice, "Go on. Meet your crush."She mouthed a 'Fuck you,' before walking out of the bar, the air blew her hair brightly, making it seem like she was coming out of a photoshoot, and he was right there, dressed in black, leaning against his car. Here goes nothing.Holding her chin up, she strutted towards him, "Xander."He looked down at her, and she swore she saw the tiniest of smiles hiding right there behind his lips, and damn. He was gorgeous whenever he smiled like that."Nicole. Get in the car." "What's happening?" She gazed around, why was he here?"Just get in the car." He raised his hands up in the air. "Please.""Oh my God, fine." Nicole gasped
Nicole stared at the blank screen for quite a long time, she tried to figure out what went wrong, but here she was, for what seemed like hours, she couldn't even bring herself to work.This was getting annoying, she pushed away her work glasses from the rim of her nose and placed them on the table. Xander's father had been really considerate and had even found her a space in the manor for her office. She had set her laptop, a desk and chair, in a room filled with books."Nothing?" Azura said, walking towards her, balancing two cups of coffee on her hand.Nicole blinked. "I think so." She accepted the cup from Azura's hand, and sipped. "I don't know what my father would think if he knew I am not working. He would drag my ass from here and get me to work back in New York."Azura offered her a pitiful smile, "Your father loves you."They did love her. Today Azura was looking good in her office blazer and skirt, even though Nicole told her not to dress like that, she still did. They were