“You should get back to your bride,” said Castile for the third time that day. The first time he had said this had been this afternoon after William had been staying in the bar for three hours. Then he said it again when the sun had gone down and the lights on the buildings outside had started to light up. Right now, it was close to nine at night, marking exactly twelve hours since William had walked into this bar.
William was kissing Kate. He thought for sure that she would push him away, but instead, she responded to his kiss, slowly at first but with more urgency every passing second. It was as if, just like him, she also needed to taste his lips again, desperate to chase that warm, euphoric feeling that filled her whenever they touched her. Instead of pushing him away, she wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him much closer, dragging him in as far as she could while we stood by the couch. Something in him snapped and he knew that one kiss would not be enough. He knew for s
Katherine Bennet took a sip of his coffee then let out a sigh as she swallowed the bitter, milky liquid. Looking about her apartment, she felt something that she had never felt before and only realize that it was loneliness. She felt alone even though never in her five years of living here had she ever felt that way before. Shaking her head, she moved her gaze back to the screen of her laptop and continued working on the publishing contract for one of the Summers Publishing House's famous non-fiction authors, Julie St Matthews. No less than thirty minutes later, the drizzle outside started to get heavier and within a minute, it was downpouring. Thunder rolled across the sky and boomed beneath her feet. Lightning flashed like a strobe within the clouds. Her mind instantly wondered where William was and if he was okay. She recalled reading in one of the magazines somewhere that William traveled a lot
Katherine Bennet stood in her kitchen and raised a bottle of beer to her lips as her eyes glanced at the bathroom door. She glanced at the clock on the wall, it was three in the morning. Usually, she did not drink alcohol this early but the recent situation seemed to alter her habit. She needed alcohol if she was going to face her ex-boyfriend turned fake husband. She needed the booze to give her some boost.
William stared at the ceiling and heaved a sigh. He could not sleep like this. The couch was so small for a man his size that he was convinced he would have a backache in the morning. Still, he laid there and was trying to think of something else other than the fact that Katherine Bennet had been a virgin. He was not sure why she had not said anything to him but he figured that if she had not said anything then neither should he. He bit his bottom lip, doing his best so that his lips would not form a smile. Her spectacular lack of control had not just caused her to have se
Being the recipient of William Windsor’s unfriendly greeting, Jaxon looked more surprised than annoyed. “Why are you here?” William put his right hand up and showed him the ring. “I’m married to her. I can be wherever my missus is.” He tilted his head to one side. “Do not make me ask you again, de Bourgh.” “Why can’t you just call me Jaxon like everyone else?” said Jaxon with a small sigh. “Anyway, I was just coming here to jog with her. We usually jog together at Central Park every morning.” William did not know that. He knew that Kate loved to walk and jog, she always preferred to walk rather than drive, but he didn’t know that Jaxon and Kate had a habit, that they jogged every morning. The thought that
But William hadn’t had any other business at the Central Park. In fact, all he’d done was walk beside her and talk to her about mundane things like the weather, the traffic, and the sandwich she loved to get for lunch at her favorite deli. And the moment they had arrived at her flat, he retrieved his belongings then told her ‘have a good day, Kate’ before walking out of the front door, leaving her completely confused. Kate hadn’t commented and simply took a shower then went back to her work. All of her days had been spent in front of her laptop and by the time she realized how many hours had passed by, it was already two in the afternoon. She leaned back in her chair and stretched her body. Her stomach growled in protest but she refused to move her butt to the kitchen and prepared herself a decent meal. Instead, she continued to work by the window until it was three PM.
William Windsor stared at the golden brownish liquid in his glass for a while as he listened to his friends talking about things that were going on in their lives. Cas had called him in the afternoon, informing him that Nathaniel, or known by the nickname ‘Niel’, was in town. Niel, who was a professional football player, never really stayed in one place as he would need to travel from one stadium to another which was a part of his job. Since Kate had said that she would have dinner with her friends, William was left with nothing to do in the evening. “Liam,” called Niel, staring at William with a frown. “You’re awfully quiet. What happened?” He took a swig of his beer and leaned back in his chair. Niel was the only person out of the five of them who actually drank beer. “Nothing.” William turned his gaze from his drink to his frie
It was Friday afternoon and Katherine Bennet had just finished sending the last contract she had drafted to the publishing house’s legal team when her doorbell rang. “Who is it?” she asked as she approached the door. When there was no reply, she curiously peered into the peeking hole only to be surprised to see Paris de Bourgh, her nemesis, standing on the other side of the door. “You clearly have seen me so why don’t you just open the door and get this over with?” said Paris, arching one of her eyebrows in an aristocratic manner that would make her predecessors proud. After all, unlike Kate who was born in a middle-class family, Paris was born with a silver spoon. Kate heaved a sigh before unlocking the door and swinging it open. “What do you want, Paris?” “Why?” Paris tilted her head to one side, a