Bonus Chapter 3: The Dinner Party
Twenty minutes later, both Ella and Javier were already ready and walked down the twin spiral staircase hand in hand. Javier was wearing a black blazer, a white shirt, and a pair of matching dark pants. Ella was wearing a spaghetti strap gold satin floor-length gown. Since her hair was wet from the shower, she only dried it with a towel and a bit of hairdryer, leaving her dark hair semi-dry and down her back.
First, they made a quick stop at the kitchen, where Maxon Rupert Summers was still in the middle of cooking and commanding his army of chefs.
“Max,” Javier called his younger brother from the kitchen door.
It took a while before his younger brother left his station and approached them. “Hi, Jav. If you are worried about anything, you need not. I have everything covered. Tonight will be epic,” he reassured his brother.
Javier let out a small chuckle. “I am not worri
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Update: I have updated Once Upon A Lap Dance, please check it out! °°°°°°° 7 March 22 Dear Gentle Readers, Firstly, I would like to say a massive thank you for the support that you all have given to this book and other books. Your love and support have always been the key success of this story. Reading your comments, your reviews, and your anticipation for the next chapters have driven me to write and complete these two books. Therefore I’d like to give back to the readers, to you. Taming The Wild CEO 3 will be written in a different book because I wish to join the Genre Carnival contest and I can only join with new books. It will be titled “Taming The Wild CEO 3: SOMETHING”. Since the reason why this book has received so much attention is because of YOU, the readers, thus I would like to ask you to suggest a title for Book 3 (yes, I couldn’t possibly name it ‘Something’). Please leave a comment on what title would that be given the blurb that I’ve given in the previous chapt
After a month of touring Asia and visiting five countries including Japan, Indonesia, India, the Philippines, and China, both Javier and Ella were thoroughly satisfied and exhausted. Javier had insisted on carrying her into their house. “You’ve done this every time we arrived at every hotel we went to,” complained Ella, pretending to be mad when she actually didn’t want him to waste more energy especially when they both were already drained. “I’m pretty sure you don’t need to do it again.” “It’s a tradition for a groom to carry the bride,” explained Javier. Before he let her down, he planted a kiss on her forehead and smiled. “Plus I love holding you close to me,” he added as he brought himself down so she could stand on her two feet. “Whatever floats your boat, dear husband,” said Ella, shaking her head and laughing. They let themselves further into the house and wandered into the sitting room as ever loyal Pedro was commandeering two staff who were carrying their luggage and
It was around midnight when Javier finally went looking for his phone. Despite Clarabelle’s wish for her brother not to touch anything related to work, he still needed to check his emails, and the only way to do that was through his phone. Especially since his sneaky little sister had insisted that he’d left his laptop at the office two days before the honeymoon. “Damn, where did I put it?” he mumbled to himself as he scanned through his living room. It wasn’t on the table or any surface that he could see, so he started digging through the pillows. Five minutes later he managed to find his missing phone and was just about to unlock the aforementioned phone when it suddenly rang out of nowhere startling him. His immediate reaction in his sleepy state was to reject the call. It was from Draven. He was about to call his brother back when his phone rang again. This time it was from his oldest brother, Thornton. Something must have happened if his siblings were calling him in the middle
“You’re being too kind, Mr. Summers,” said Aimee with a small smile. “I thought I’ve told you to call me by my name,” said Draven. His charming smile was full on display as he turned to face her, clearly unaware of the onlookers. “If you still address me as Mr. Summers, I’m afraid I must insist on calling you Nurse Sonata or maybe Miss Sonata.” “Draven. Sorry,” Aimee muttered as she looked away and realized that there were at least four pairs of eyes looking at them. “Alright. If there’s anything you need, or if you’re feeling lightheaded, please don’t hesitate to let me know.” “You bet,” said Draven, still smiling. He continued to watch Aimee as the nursed walked away to where they’d come from. His eyes dropped slightly to her rear and he frowned. Draven shook his head, then turned around to be struck dead with what was awaiting him. “Seriously?!” Declan was the first to open his mouth. “I thought you’re dating my best friend!” he accused with an annoyed tone and added penetrat
Ella watched with amusement as eight practically grown up men were all acting nervous and looking like a dog about to be scolded by its master in front of their five feet tall mother. While Tiffany was scolding her sons, particularly Thornton and Draven who had first concocted the idea of not telling their mother, her husband, Cedric, whom Ella had only met on a few instances due to his busy schedules, approached Ella and Qingshan. Declan’s wife had been standing next to Ella when the doctor had arrived. “Good evening,” he greeted with a polite smile. A frown slowly appeared on his forehead. “I should probably join Tiffany and scold your husbands for even letting you come here and camp in the waiting room when you should be resting on your bed back home.” Cedric looked at Qingshan, there were evident worries in his blue eyes. “Especially you, Qingshan. You’re not just caring for yourself, you’re also growing another human being inside you.” “I’m alright.” Qingshan offered a reassur
Much to everyone’s dismay and disappointment, the hospital’s policy didn’t allow more than one person to stay the night. In the end, Ella was the one staying in Clarabelle’s room while both Javier and Draven were staying in a hotel nearby. “You both should head to the hotel and get some sleep,” said Ella to both her husband and Draven. All of them were evidently exhausted. This night had taken more than a physical toll on everyone. Now that the storm had indeed passed, they should rest up for the next day. “I’ll see you guys in the morning, okay?” “You too. Rest well.” Javier leaned down and planted a small kiss on top of Ella’s head. His baby blue eyes locked with Ella’s brown eyes. There were both affection and concern in his blue eyes that mimicked hers. “Let me know if there’s anything.” Ella gave him a reassuring nod. “I will.” She rose to the balls of her feet and planted a soft kiss on her husband’s lips. “Don’t worry. Everything will be alright.” Draven grabbed his brot
PLEASE REMOVE THIS BOOK AND RE-ADD IT BACK TO YOUR LIBRARY TO GET THE UPDATED VERSION OF CHAPTER 5. ✩ ✩ ✩ ✩ ✩ ✩ ✩ Dear Gentle Readers, Sincere apologies that this isn’t a “chapter”, this author is well aware that you are hoping to see one. You don’t have to worry, “Chapter 6” is scheduled to be published in the morn. As always, this author immensely grateful for all the support. Here we are, Book 3, it has been a year since the first book was published and yet the number of love, support, and reads are still increasing. The income that this author has gained from this book (50% minus tax and expenses) has been used to pay for his little sister’s school tuition, his mother’s surgery (only 1 installment left!), and the monthly bills. Apart from being a writer here and earning royalty from his published book “Entwined” by AJ Rosen, this author has three other jobs (1 full time, 1 part time, and 1 volunteer work). His day is indeed busier than other folks but he has hope th
“Did you perhaps get some pieces of your memory back?” asked Ella, sounding hopeful. She’d once been in Clarabelle’s position and she knew how frustrating it was not knowing the past, to have a few years stolen from her memory. Although in the end, Ella managed to gain her memories back. Clarabelle cleared her throat for no particular reason other than to delay answering her sister in law question for several seconds. She shifted uncomfortably in her seat. There was no easy way to say this and she knew that keeping this act for so long wouldn’t benefit anyone either yet it was really hard to tell the truth. No one would understand. “Look, Clara,” Ella held my hand and gave it a gentle squeeze. Ella’s eyes were understanding and Clarabelle was suddenly filled with immense guilt. “It’s okay. You don’t have to say anything. We’re just so happy you’re alright. Don’t force yourself to remember, it’ll come eventually. I know this from experience.” Ella’s smile was what broke Clarabelle’s
“Oh, don’t be so sure, Brother,” teased Clara with a wink. She turned to Ella and Damon who were on her left. “You know Ella, and you remember Damon, right?” “Yeah, sure.” Maxon nodded at Damon. “Hey, man.” But when his eyes moved to Ella, he gave her an awkward smile. “Ella.” He wasn’t usually this awkward around females especially one married to his brother. Hell, he wasn’t awkward with Ava, Thornton’s wife — maybe only for a few months after his brother told the family about Ava riding their neighbor Josh on the kitchen counter. Truth be told, the fact that he was slightly awkward with Ella was all his sister’s doing. Before Javier realized his feelings for Ella, Clarabelle had tried to set up a blind date between Ella and Maxon. Furthermore, Max had once said that Ella was hot to Clarabelle, and knowing his sister, she had indeed told Ella. Max didn’t have any feelings or crush on Ella, but still, it would take him a little while to not feel awkward. He wasn’t good around people
“Oh, don’t be so sure, Brother,” teased Clara with a wink. She turned to Ella and Damon who were on her left. “You know Ella, and you remember Damon, right?” “Yeah, sure.” Maxon nodded at Damon. “Hey, man.” But when his eyes moved to Ella, he gave her an awkward smile. “Ella.” He wasn’t usually this awkward around females especially one married to his brother. Hell, he wasn’t awkward with Ava, Thornton’s wife — maybe only for a few months after his brother told the family about Ava riding their neighbor Josh on the kitchen counter. Truth be told, the fact that he was slightly awkward with Ella was all his sister’s doing. Before Javier realized his feelings for Ella, Clarabelle had tried to set up a blind date between Ella and Maxon. Furthermore, Max had once said that Ella was hot to Clarabelle, and knowing his sister, she had indeed told Ella. Max didn’t have any feelings or crush on Ella, but still, it would take him a little while to not feel awkward. He wasn’t good around people
“And you’re married,” reminded Ella, shaking her head. “True. But I’m not blind.” “How’re you, um,” he scratched the back of his neck uncomfortably, then cleared his throat before adding a soft and barely a whisper, “Princess.” With three sets of eyes watching him in curiosity mixed with surprise, Macon Summers had a faint blush on his high cheekbones. He cleared his throat one more time and focused his eyes on his little sister. “Sister?” Clarabelle let out a small giggle. “Sorry, guys, I made him call me that because he was the only one who only visited me once since I got admitted in this hospital.” There was a glint of mischief in her green eyes. After all, one of the reasons little sisters were born was to annoy their brothers. It was a birthright as much as it was an assignment. Maxon heaved an exasperated sigh. “I’ve apologized a dozen times, Clara.” He made his way to the empty spot on the right side of her bed. “I’m not going to make the same mistake of asking ‘what else
“Did you perhaps get some pieces of your memory back?” asked Ella, sounding hopeful. She’d once been in Clarabelle’s position and she knew how frustrating it was not knowing the past, to have a few years stolen from her memory. Although in the end, Ella managed to gain her memories back. Clarabelle cleared her throat for no particular reason other than to delay answering her sister in law question for several seconds. She shifted uncomfortably in her seat. There was no easy way to say this and she knew that keeping this act for so long wouldn’t benefit anyone either yet it was really hard to tell the truth. No one would understand. “Look, Clara,” Ella held my hand and gave it a gentle squeeze. Ella’s eyes were understanding and Clarabelle was suddenly filled with immense guilt. “It’s okay. You don’t have to say anything. We’re just so happy you’re alright. Don’t force yourself to remember, it’ll come eventually. I know this from experience.” Ella’s smile was what broke Clarabelle’s l
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“What about the cake?” Ella eagerly asked as she grabbed an album filled with photos of wedding cakes that she’d asked from the bakery who’d made her wedding cake. “Which one do you want? And how many tiers do you want it to be?” Clarabelle moved the magazine aside so Ella could place the album on her lap. She began checking each cake and reading the label placed next to each photo. “Earl grey sounds lovely,” said Ella, pointing out a cake on the right side of the page. “Or maybe chocolate fudge. That sounds lovely too. We can perhaps have it with white frosting or pale blue to match your dress.” “Darlings.” Damon dramatically sighed. “This is an easy question. You should stick to the most delicious cake in existence. Coffee and cognac. Keep it elegant, keep it tasty.” He stuck his forefinger and thumb together then kissed them like a chef. “No, thank you. I think I’ll stick to my favorite cake. Red velvet,” said Clara with a frown. “I’ve tasted coffee and cognac during Ella’s wed
“Remember that it’s all about you, Darling,” said Damon with an exaggerating wave of his hand that made both Clara and Ella giggle. “You are the center of everything that day. Everything else should be a blur but you should be the only thing that’s crystal clear in everyone’s mind.” Clara shook her head, covering her face with both hands. “Gosh, you’re being way too much.” “It wouldn’t be Dee if he isn’t being too much,” commented Ella with a grin, teasing her best friend. She moved her gaze back to Clara and smiled. “But I have to say that he’s right, Clara. You should be the center of the event. So have you decided on your wedding theme yet?” “You guys are killing me,” said Clarabelle with a loud sigh. She brought her hands down and stared at the wedding magazines on her lap. Even though every girl had a vision of their wedding and how they wanted it to be, Clara had forgotten all about hers when she’d started her company. She’d thought of her company as her baby and that she was
Hélène d’aureville had turned Draven Summers into a softie and he didn’t like it. Not even one bit. “Yes, I am fine, Mum.” He glanced at the door and frowned. Suddenly he felt annoyed that his sister’s boyfriend had not come out of there and it had been more than twenty minutes. “Let me knock on the door.” With determination, he approached the door, and then without even knocking on the door or giving any warning, he swung that door open. “Sister!” Draven greeted the two lovebirds loud enough for the neighboring rooms to hear. “Mum and Dad are here to see you. And of course, your fiancé.” He opened the door wider and held it so both of their parents could walk inside. Much to Draven’s dismay, his sister and her lover weren’t making out. They were at a polite distance. She was on the bed while he was sitting on the chair next to her bed. The atmosphere was different too, it was not as hot and bothered as it had been about half an hour ago. It seemed that they had been having a convers