When amyra wasn't thirsty anymore, she sighed, stretching her weak limbs before staring back at Dexter again who had his eyes on his phone, probably texting someone. But even upon that, amyra's stubborn blue eyeballs never stopped boring into Dexter's face to a point that Dexter had to drop his phone before averting his gaze towards her, uncontrollable anger flashing across his face.Since Dexter had gotten the mark which he now wore as a trophy, he had never been stared at in the face for more than a minute because even though someone try to do so, he'd chop the person's head off for displaying an insolent behavior.And when he stared back at her, he felt anger embracing him, he hated it!, he hated when someone stare at his face, stare at him with much intensity, with more curiosity than he thought.The woman must have lost her mind. He could kill her here and no one would even know. Not even his brother."Your living in my house and in this Manor, I have some rules, rules which sho
Amyra let her shoulders fall once he was out of the room. She felt uncomfortable and a little confused, the night became too long as she turned back and forth in bed trying to get rid of the heavy feeling slowly growing inside her heart.At last, she found herself looking at the ceiling in utter silence.After dexter fell into a deep sleep probably because the alcohol had taken a toll on him, she managed to get Dexter to his room with the help of some other guards scattered around the Mansion.Now, he was in a deep sleep, this was finally her chance, her chance to escape before he could even batt an eyelash.Was she really thinking of doing this?She would be stupid and insane to leave knowing fully well that he would still find her no matter what but what is the harm in trying.Amyra stared at some dollars she stole from Dexter's pocket, maybe this would be enough to attend to her feed for the mean time till she find a comfortable place to stay out there.Taking a deep harsh breathe,
Dexter knew what he was doing when he fell right on top of the little kid that night, he couldn't believe what he wanted to do.One kiss, he had told himself that night. Just one easy, quick kiss. He had plenty of control. He couldcontrol his temper, his hunger, his enemies even his desires as well buy why couldn't he control it in front of the little kid.And that wasn't a good thing, it was a sign of upcoming weakness which wouldn't be good at a time like this,So, he'd have to kill her before she pose as a threat and a distraction to him just like Sylvester who looked very mad in love.~ ~ ~ ~ ~She never ceased to amaze him. Angelina stared at me for a few seconds, her expression changing from happy to uncertain. He saw her swallow hard, and then she leaned forward, quickly placing a quick kiss on his lips before moving back.He felt an eyebrow arch in question, and she ducked her head timidly. He lifted her chin theirand dipped his head, moving down until our lips were mere inch
~~~~~~~“Stop thinking about it, Angelina,” Angelina said to herself while facing the mirror. Her reflection stared back at her, her face looking just as haggard as she felt.After freshening up and getting dressed, she walked out to the door but hesitated. Was he still there? was he still angry??, She didn’t think she had the courage to see him after the fight that ensued between him and his father.Angelina felt the guilt creeping into her chest, squeezing it harshly to a point that she was unable to breathe.The more she thought that she was the Genesis is the quarrel that happened between father and son, the more she felt terrible, more worst than she expected it to be.Finally, her fingers wrapped around the knob, and she opened the door. she took a deep breath and stepped out.* * * * * * *Angelina sat next to Sylvester at the back seat of the car, none of them said a word which was good for each of them because it gave them the chance to think.The silence never lasted because
~ ~ ~ ~ ~When Zac noticed that they were further away from both of their men, he stared at Sylvester who looked fucking pissed.“How are you doing this fine morning?” Zac asked , taking a seat opposite him and taking thelead.Sylvester glares.Two can play at this game. zac stare right back, and neither of them backs down. Sylvester had his fingers fisted beside him, he don’t have time for this. It’s still morning and he has lots of important things to do than staring down at this ugly fucker.“Oh, it seems like the morning isn't fine for you but even though you never asked me, I would say that I am doing great.”“Stop beating around the bush and start the d*mn talk!.” Gritting his teeth, he rein in his temper. Zac was really doing good in pissing him off now.There’s no way his matters were joked about and zac was trying to do that.“Come on, seriously, you’re going to try andconvince me that you don't want to know more about your little pet and I, the nice relationship we both s
"I know your not in a good mood because of my sudden visit, when your in a good mood, send a message to me that your never going to change your mind and that is when I would know, that your really trying to engage in a war with me" Zac said, standing up before pacing out of the door. The sight of zac had caused a lava of rage to course through his whole being. But he had tried to stay as calm as he could. His only thought was to keep Angelina safe. Far away from zac. But then he looked at her like he knew her. Like she was something to possess. At that moment, he wanted to chug his eyes out, put a bullet right in the middle of his eyes. Only because he was looking at Angelina. Sylvester felt Dexter's hand on his arm, making Sylvester realize that he had reached for his gun. He was vibrating with the need to end the bastard’s life. Slowly and painfully just like Zac had said he would end Sylvester's. That day would come. Not now. But soon. Sylvester watched the cars drive away befor
“Sweetheart, I know when you are lying. And hell, I hate it when people lie to me. I know fully well that you know what am f**king talking about. Explain what happened, why didn't you tell me that?, Why do you enjoy hiding secrets from me?, do you think it is a game of hide and seek?.” His rigid grey eyes narrowed. The burning hard stare never scared her nor have her a sense of uneasiness but instead more courage as she glared back at him."We shouldn't hide secrets from each other just like you said and I wouldn't say anything until you tell me what Zac told you behind those closed doors"Angelina swallowed, the ache in her chest intensifying as she watched him,arranging her once scattered clothes.“Did you ever try to tell me about that?, I mean, why didn't you tell me that you were sold to Zac, you never told me that part …” Sylvester's jaw flexes, and he turns to fully face her. His eyes gleam with a hard, dark light.“There’s only one thing I’d want to do when I caught him staring
Dexter glanced again at the woman by his side. She sat straight and tall, her chin lifted proudly, her pupils dilated with fear.Admiration for the young woman flickered reluctantly through him. Her attempt at escape had been reckless and laughable, but also brave, and he felt an unexpected sympathy for her. He knew what it was like to feel both trapped and defiant.Hadn’t he, as a boy, tried to escape from his captor, as often as he could, even though he’d known how fruitless such attempts would be? Deep in the woods, there had been no place for a young boy to run or hide. Yet still he’d tried, because to try was to fight, and to fight was to remind yourself you were alive and hadsomething to fight for. The scars on his back were testament to his many failed attempts. He'd make sure that amyra would have no such scars. He would not be accused of ill-treating her, no matter what the frightened little kid might think. He intended to keep her for as long as he wanted till he gets bored
"Why do such a thing like mathematics exist in this world!!?" Phoebe yelled, hitting her pencil on her head, wishing that something could knock into her head. She was sitting right in front of Ace, but the icy 6-year-old boy in front of her never batted an eyelid, neither did he care to help her, so there was only one way to earn his cooperation. "Ace" Phoebe walked right to his side, making sure that her voice broke at the end. "Can you help me do my assignment? It's really hard because I am not that good at mathematics, but I heard from my mom that you never fail a subject," Phoebe said, and Ace scoffed. "You a very bad liar," Ace said. "What's the topic?" Ace added nevertheless. "Just fraction" Phoebe pouted. "The first question is....." She read out the first question fluently. "And what do you think the answer is?" Ace asked and Phoebe placed her fingers under her chin like she was in a deep thought. "24" Phoebe chose some random numbers. "Give me a book," Ace said, and
"mummy, am I really not going to see again?" Ace asked, his fingers moving towards the white blindfold tied over his eyeballs, caressing it slowly.Upon hearing his words, angelina who was about to comb his short dark hair froze, her eyes widened,a little taken aback."No, no honey, how can you say such a thing?, the doctor said that is just a minor injury and could be healed by a surgery, she said your eye sight would be restored soon, is just a matter of time okay?" Angelina whispered, patting his head while she tried to fight her tears in.She pressed her lips together when she felt like a sob would break out of her lips any moment from now."Momma, why do you cry?" Ace asked and that made the pain in her chest triple.... It hurts."Nothing baby, am not crying" Angelina said, using her fingers to wipe her tears."Like I was saying, your father is talking with doctor Nancy right now and she said that your eyesight can be restored when the surgery is done but not this year since your
8 years later~ "And that is how everything ended " closing the notebook ace petrified gaze met hers while Marianna, her four years old daughter sat upright " what's wrong?" "Did you and dad really past through all that " Ace voice rush in. "Did that evil man really commit suicide??" Looking at their curious gaze, she chuckled deeply and sat properly on their bed " of course, he committed suicide Because he was very scared to be caught and killed by the cops. " Angelina shook her head immediately she replied them, she dare not tell her little ones that their dad did something hideous by killing someone, they were too young for that. " I can't believe aunt Tasha once liked dad" Ace sat up and stare at angelina " her eyes always glittered whenever she stare at uncle dex " "so, that's all for today lovelies, close your eyes and have a good sleep, I wouldn't take any excuses tomorrow because by 06:00AM, you're up for school okay?? "Angelina said "Okay!!!"Ace and Marianna replied sim
~~~~Dexter grabbed his phone and typed a message furiously before sending it to Sylvester who replied also immediately."HOW DO ROMANTIC MEN PROPOSE MARRIAGE TO SOMEONE?"*HOW BAD AND SUPRISING THAT THIS WAS VERY MUCH THE SAME WORD I SAID SOME MONTHS AGO BUT YOU CLEARLY SAID YOU ARE INEXPERIENCED AND DON'T KNOW SUCH* Dexter scoffed upon reading Sylvester's message, of course he was inexperienced then and even till now he didn't know how to make a very blissful marriage proposal."FOLLOW YOUR HEART"Another message was sent to his phone from Sylvester again, this time Dexter couldn't deny that he was damn speechless.What was he going to do?, he needed to make her his wife quickly and legally but how?*******Dexter gently guided anyra's face to look at him. They share a sweet kiss, and when they part, he couldn't hold back anymore.“Marry me,” dexter blurt out just as she also says something.“I’m pregnant.”“What?!” They both shout simultaneously.“You’re pregnant?” Dexter asked, ma
“You are so goddamn beautiful. You know I love you, right, baby girl?”She bites her lip and nods, a blush hitting hercheeks.The hot crown of his cock notched against her sex, and they both stopped, their gazes clashing.She moaned and spread her legs wider, working with him. He was big. And there. And it felt so good she could barely breathe through it all. Sylvester dipped his head, trembling with effort to go slow. "God. God. You feel..." He broke off with a tortured groan and a hard thrust, filling her completely.She closed her eyes, her hands smoothing over his damp back. "So good, Sylvester. So good."That was all he needed. Moving like liquid, he rocked into her, kissing her mouth, whispering how much he wanted her. He grew incandescent with it, heat licking through her in waves.Sylvester made sweet love to her like he did most everything, with perfect finesse and fierce determination. With swagger. Soon they were both panting, moving faster, reaching for that peak yet wa
Angelina felt Sylvester standing behind her, his heat warming her back, and she moved slightly back. Their bodies molded together, and his arms went around her. She felt his face in her neck as he placed a kiss there.Dean smiled and shook his head, muttering something under his breath. “I will see you both downstairs for lunch.”He gave her a final look and smiled, a huge warm smile that lit up his whole face. She smiled back, feeling her heart flutter with absolute happiness.Dean walked away, and she turned around in Sylvester's arms, facing him. He chuckled. His lips turned up in a small sexy smirk.They laughed, and then he kissed her, their laughter falling silent.“Did we really get married?” Her voice is soft, but he didn't see fear in her eyes.“We did.” Sylvester bend down and kiss her cheek before his mouth moves over hers. “It feels like a dream, doesn’t it?”She nods and closes her eyes as her hands go to his chest. “I’m not sure I want to wake up.”“You don’t have to be
All nervousness fled angelina as she saw the man standing at the end of the aisle, smiling at her.The man who would soon be her husband, Sylvester. His face brightened as their eyes met.Her breath was stolen from her as she walked towards Sylvester. She couldn’t remember the walk. All she could see and feel were his eyes on her. His greyish steel-colored eyes stared at her intensely, following her every step, her every movement.His black suit was similar to what he always wore, except for the golden tie. His hair was sleek on his head, but he didn’t shave. She told him not to. He looked so much better with a few days of stubble. His eyes stayed on hers as she made her way to him…her husband.Her heart drummed in her chest, so loudly she was sure everyone could hear it. Her hands grew clammy, and she held her bouquet tighter.She breathed through her nose, trying to act normal when all she wanted to do was run to him and jump in his arms.She quickened her pace just a little. She he
~A WEEK LATER~Angelina's heart hammered inside her chest as the women applied some makeup to her face while the other made her slip into her gown.Today was the most amazing day of her life and she couldn't help the thick nervousness that surge through her body.Was Sylvester ready?, what would she do after standing in front of the man she loved with her whole being.“You look gorgeous, dear,” Sylvester's mum said. From the mirror, angelina saw nancy and tasha nodding. They really did work their magic. Perfectly, she should say. The first thing she noticed was her hair. Tasha didn’t overdo it. It was simple yet so beautiful. Her hair was still down, but instead it was designed into a messy braid but with curls. White flowers were pinned along the length, with a simple and elegant crystal tiara on top of her head. Her gaze moved down, and she was thankful to see that Sylvester's mum kept her make-up light. Her eyelashes were coated with mascara, and they appeared really long. Her li
Hours later, angelina laid in Sylvester's arms, sated and feeling more at peace than ever. “You haven't been eating much lately, What do you want for dinner?” Sylvester asked, running his fingers through her hair. “I’m craving strawberries,” angelina mumbled, scrolling through the phone Sylvester bought for her some days ago. “You can’t have strawberries for dinner, angel. Dessert and as a treat, yes. Not dinner.” he said, finality in his voice. Angelina rolled her eyes. “Says who.” “Says me.” “Why are you acting all bossy, I asked for a simple thing which was strawberry, if I ask you to give birth to my favourite egg, can you do so??.” His hand tightened around her hips. “You like me bossy and you know is impossible to do that without your help” Angelina suddenly remembered when leo informed her that Zac committed suicide. "Did Zac really commit suicide?"Angelina asked while arching an eyebrow but when her warm gaze got locked on him, she noticed that he had a cool and compo