I let myself imagine someone else in Castello's place, someone called Hollis. As Castello lifted up his head, he touched my leg, sliding his fingers up the side of my calf, "now imagine what someone can do from this position," he said quietly. The raspy tone of his voice felt like it was echoing through my bones. And when I looked down at him, I imagined another pair of eyes looking back at me. Castello's attention moved downward to the apex of my crossed legs. "What are you doing?" A voice thundered from the doorway, and I jumped about three feet in the air. Hollis was glaring at us as I erupted from the chair. His arms were crossed, his fists clenched, and those wolf-like eyes were trained on me with so much anger. "Hollis," I stammered, waltzing across the room and trying to remain as casual as I could. It's not like I was interested in Castello. I mean, he’s gorgeous, but I just met him and I don’t even know him. Castello turned to his cousin. "Your wife was curious,
We quarreled nonstop when we got back to the resort. I didn't think I did anything wrong back at the club, nor did I agree that I'll be ordered around and told what to do and what not to do. Hollis refused that I would be responsible for making the sole decision of what I want and what I do not want. He insisted that he would decide what was good for me and okay the people I mingle with. Since it was his world, he knew better. But stubborn me refused to give him the grace. What the hell is he protecting a twenty-seven year old adult from. I refused to bend, Hollis refused to bend. Two alpha humans merged together in a funny thing called marriage. What the hell was I expecting? We didn't speak to each other after the arguments and I literally folded my clothes from the wardrobe together and created a barricade between us to prevent me from rolling over to his side of the bed. By morning, I insisted that I've had enough of the stupid-ass honeymoon and since he won't let me q
UGO When I woke up in the morning, I was wrapped around someone's body as usual. But I felt less guilty because he said I shouldn't get a teddy. So I didn't expect him to complain. But when I wanted to lift my head, he held me down and opened his eyes. "Let's stop fighting Ugo, I don't like it when we do." He told me and I felt like he poured me some sort of chilled water. "Okay." I replied, clearing my throat. "I need to get a dress for tonight's dinner." I told him and he looked at me like I was some kind of alien. Then his lips twitched. "My credit card is still with you. Do with it as you wish." He whispered, I felt excitement coarse through his skin. "Fine." It was safe to say that the day started out well enough for the both of us. We had breakfast with Maxine and Castello. I found the latter too funny to be taken seriously, initially until I saw him switch from funny to deadbeat serious when it was time to discuss real business. It felt like I was watching someone w
Hollis's gaze found me right then, his eyes doing a slow once-over of me before he got to his feet. He pulled out a seat for me right before I approached him. "You look heavenly, Ugo." He struggled to breath out and I smiled briefly. We placed our orders. I settled for a well seasoned steak while he went on to take lamb chops. We ate in silence. The friction of yesterday had died down. Yet there was a little tension between us. When I was done eating, I emptied my glass of champagne and Hollis refilled it for me. The crazy Ugo surfaced. Looking at him, I gulped down the second glass. He arched his brow and gave me a warning stare before refiling the glass. I smiled and emptied the glass again. "Damnit Ugo, you will get drunk if you don't stop." "That's my business. It has nothing to do with you." "That's it, you are not going to drink another drop of wine." "Stop making decisions for me. I am an adult. I decide what I want to do, when I want to do it. You don't decide for me.
We had just finished with dinner and we were headed outside to our car. I stood close to the curb waiting for Hollis to reverse the car and some man came to my side. "Hey." He giggled. "Are you stranded? Do you need help or something?" "Hi," I flashed a smile. "Oh no I'm fine. Just waiting for my husband." I politely replied and even pointed to the car. But unfortunately, his gaze didn't follow my hand. He was looking at something else. My fucking breast and was getting overly excited. I was disgusted. "I'm Kennedy." He stretched out his hands. "I'm married." I replied ignoring his outstretched hands. In a flash, he pulled my arm, urging me to face him and I slapped him. I might have taken a few glasses of champagne, but I was still sober enough to know how to use my hands and legs if the need arises. Kennedy froze for a second and tried yanking my arm. I dodged his hand and gave him two more slaps on each cheek. Infuriated, he lunged towards me and I ducked his body cur
HOLLIS I have never been attracted to anyone like I was with Ugo Chike. But she isn't just anyone, she is my now wife who has the whole of me on chokehold. I must have wished so much for someone like her that God or whoever the supernatural being up there is, decided to bless me with Ugo. But did he make it easy for me, hell no! Yet I'm grateful. In his defense, he might say he'd given me what I asked for. Which is true. So, it's now up to me to do my part. I'd chosen a restaurant within my community to have dinner with my wife. This was because I wanted the people in my community to start getting used to the fact that it was now the two of us. Aside from that, I wanted to show off. I married a gorgeous, smart and stylish woman, so why won't I show her off? Imagine my surprise when I was reversing the car and I spotted someone with the audacity to approach my wife. I cursed under my breath, rethinking my decision to send Nero back home. I should have told him to stay back to
I looked at my phone screen and cursed the day I met Elsa Pedro. Her father had visited the club and asked if I still wanted to be with his daughter and I almost threw up. I've never wanted to be with his daughter at all. So, I was shocked that he thought I did. I stated it all out plainly that I had never wanted to be with his daughter and it turned out that the poor man was given a different narrative by his lovely daughter and my father. But I cleared out any misconception he must have had. When he tried pestering, I dismissed him with a few conclusive words. I had a lot on my mind and her daughter would never be one of them. There was my marriage, then Frick and the expansion of my empire. Rubbing my forehead gently, I finally settled my eyes on the shopping bags in my living room. It looked like we were about to open up a department store in my apartment. And judging by the names on the bags, I had no doubt Ugo spent real fortune acquiring everything. I almost didn’t want t
UGO I may have sounded like some jealous, wounded Bitch yesterday, but I seriously don't give a fuck. It was best to stomp my foot on certain things I don't like now, rather than later. Anything I don't stop now would linger on and it might be hard to put a stop to it later. My thoughts drifted to the shock on Hollis's face last night. He seemed confused, sexually frustrated and hot as hell. I was hot for him too, my pulse was literally throbbing all through the night. With a man like Hollis sleeping beside me, bare chested why wouldn't it. I guess that was why Elsa refused to let him be. I was married to a gorgeous man who derived joy in showing me off. That was what yesterday was all about, showing his wife off. And I loved the idea of it. It made me feel like I own him as much as he owns me. We were married, and our marriage isn't even a secret. Elsa knows, a lot of people know. So, why won't she just let Hollis be. Or did he tell her? Did he tell her that we were only temp
We drove down a clear road, surrounded by mountains and hills, and then through cave-like closings. "Where are you taking me?" I asked, trying to keep the panic out of my voice. "I’m taking you home, Emmah Landon," Gideon said, and he looked at me with that goddamn devastating crooked grin. "It's Emmah Huxley. We're divorced." I reminded him. "Yet, you're wearing a ring that would stop other men from coming close." He winked at me, obviously pleased with himself. I ignored him. But why do I have a ring on my goddamn finger? Let's see... I'm yet to get over Gideon... Of course not. I just didn't want to be disturbed by any man, relationship-wise. And... Well, and nothing. "This is not the road to my home," I said, my fingers nervously circling around my ring finger. I saw him flick his eyes over to me, and there was something almost predatory in that lazy, easy smile. "It is now," he said. I tried not to look at the muscles in his arms or how his legs were spread carelessly
He hurled me over his shoulder and started toward the side of the gas station where a black car was readily in wait. I screamed, yelled, scratched his back, yet nothing. Well, I might as well be hitting a brick wall. The area was deserted, there was no one to help, and my screams weren't getting me anywhere. There was nothing hurried about his steps; he took his time, and when we got to the car, he threw me in the back seat and filed in behind me. "Drive." He said, and that was it, his driver or whoever that robotic-looking man was, started the car. "How... What are you doing here?" I asked him, frantic. "How did you know where I was?" He didn’t answer right away, instead, he leaned back in his seat and said, "I've been on your tail for the longest time. There is this thing called a tracker. Since you've refused to see or hear me out, I had to be creative." I knew that must be the situation, but it still took my breath away. "You're kidnapping me, why?" I asked breathlessly
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I swallowed, somehow having a faint idea of where all of this was going. A slight laugh escaped my husband's lips, and those damn twinkling eyes of his took me in again, like he'd just seen me and he finds me so endearing, and that look alone made my heart gallop. He placed a kiss on my shoulder. Pleasure shot through me and I inhaled sharply in response. Without warning, he threw me down on our bed. I gasped, my heart soaring when he dropped me, then bottoming out when my bare back hit the cool sheets. Hollis grabbed my bodice, and pushed it up, exposing my ass to his view. I shifted my weight back on the bed, intending to work my way closer to the middle, but before I could, he grabbed my bare legs and dragged me closer to the edge of the bed. On instinct, I grabbed the mattress to prevent myself from falling. "Hollis you..." Before I could finish my sentence, his face was between my thighs. My tummy turned over. "Oh..." When he put his mouth in my cunt, I almost
Hollis yanked off my bra and cupped my exposed skin, teasing over my nipples. My body was a complete inferno even before his lips were moving from mine.I wanted him inside of me and the release as much as I wanted my next breath. But not quite as much as I wanted to show him how much I love him and how happy he makes me.So before he could continue his kisses down my chest and toward my breasts, I pulled back, meeting his gaze, making him watch as I went down on my knees in front of him.My hands landed on his knees and slid forward up his thighs. I watched as an expression of surprise and pleasure crossed his gorgeous face.Then I reached for his fly and pulled out his thick, straining cock, pushing it into my open mouth. "Fuck, baby," he groaned, pushing his cock at the base and tracing my lower lip with his thumb. Then he pulled it out and a gush of precum sipped out. "Lick it," he demanded, holding it and my tongue moved out to trace over his head, tasting him, wetting him mor
"I told you, Baby," Hollis said as we made our way to the front door after our goodbyes. "You didn’t need to be nervous." "I’m worried about my father," I admitted, linking my arm through his own."Why?" He asked, seeming genuinely interested as Nero pulled up with our car, and Hollis pushed me in before sliding in beside me. "He seems withdrawn," I told him, shrugging. "And that isn’t how my father is.""Things have taken a sudden turn and he still blames himself for all of this. He thinks he's the one that put you with me," Hollis said, shrugging."He just doesn't know that it's destiny. One way or the other, we were bound to be together. Don't worry, next time, it will be better." He said. "By next time, do you mean my Mom's next birthday?" I asked, my heart sinking a little at the idea. "I meant the next family function," he replied, shrugging. "I believe there are going to be many of them.""You’re going to let me go?" I asked."Let
"Your wife?" My father came closer. "I didn't stutter. You heard me. Yes, my wife," Hollis said in a firm voice, erasing the distance between them. "Hollis..." I called, pressing a hand into his stomach. Sensing the plea in my face or my voice, his jaw loosened. "I'll go get you a glass of juice." He offered. "I'll like that," I said, nodding, giving him my silent gratitude. "I’ll be right back," he replied, squeezing me gently on the hip, before walking off. "I hoped you’d be happy to see me," I said to my father as soon as Hollis left, but I noticed that his gaze followed Hollis until he heard me speak. I didn't try to hide the vulnerability in my voice. I was upset. And I wasn’t accustomed to hiding that around my family. "Oh, my baby." My father called, his anger falling and getting replaced almost immediately with sadness. "Of course, I’m happy to see you," he started reaching for me. "Are you okay?" He asked, holding me tight
THREE MONTHS LATER**UGOGetting out of the the Garden after months of being kept in and guarded twenty-four-seven was reason enough to put some extra care into my appearance. It's been months since I left the confines of this place. There had been dark days throughout those couple of months. Hollis wasn't always around. I knew they were trying to set things straight.But I had no idea how they were going about it, until my husband came home to me with a bullet wound. My heart almost ripped through my chest. But, he insisted he was okay. And that was the last time he ever left me home alone. "The deed has been done, everything has been taken care of." Maxine had said to me on one of his visits.I still miss Castello, terribly, painfully. His memories remained embedded in my heart.Taking a look at myself in the mirror, I smiled. We were going to see my parents, it was my mother's birthday.Of course, I wanted to look nice, not just b
I was having one of those vivid dreams where I killed Hollis again. Over the time I've been at the Garden, I've had various versions of this dream. But they always end with Hollis's death. At times I pierce his heart with a dagger. Other times, it ranges from a gunshot to strangling him in his sleep. The dreams were always ending with my betrayal. My evil to him and the hurt I caused him. As usual, I woke up sobbing. Indeed there was no peace for me. Then I perceived it, his cologne, the one I checked out in his cabinet the first day I came to the Garden. A high-pitched cry escaped my lips. I'm now hallucinating and imagining the smell of fragrances, my situation was getting worse by the day and I'm not even helping matters. But, what can I do? Absolutely nothing. "Baby." I heard his voice and a sharp pain ricocheted through my heart. But when I turned around to the direction of the voice, in the dim lighting of the room, I saw a figure resembling that of Hollis standing