ALAYNAI am like a sheet of paper in his arms, and he lays me on his bed while kissing my neck, my fingers tangling in his hair. We are both breathing hard, yearning, and can’t get enough of each other. This is something I always wanted but never got the chance to have.We can’t stop kissing, sucking, and licking each other’s mouths on the softness of his bed—Brandon exudes power, control, and voracity, like a hungry lion eating its prey. The slurping sounds he makes are driving me insane. We smell of sex with our sweat mixing up. I’m already losing myself in his world.My lips break from his, and I moan as his hand cups my pussy. “I like how you taste here, but I need to feel you again,” he says in a low, raspy voice.“Mm, you’re still dressed,” I mention, biting my lip, my eyes fluttering. “I want to see you.”Brandon raises his torso a little and chuckles. “Easy there, lioness.” He then steps out of the bed and displays his perfect build, his muscles flexed and defined. He runs his
BRANDON“I’m going to be quick,” I say over the phone as soon as I’m a few feet away from Alayna; she’s now sound asleep. “What’s up?”“We have a lead,” Wolf announces. “I met Phoenix today, and his birds brought useful news, but he needs assurance before confiding anything.”Phoenix is another mob leader who operates in Westchester, the Bronx, Connecticut, and New Jersey. Wolf briefed me about him and the others. Phoenix is one of the oldest among the eight and operates a large multibillion-dollar enterprise of smuggled guns. He also runs a loan shark and illegal gambling operation. I see nothing else interesting about them, but I must hear what Wolf has to say.“I need assurance too, Jason,” I say firmly. “These people are the real criminals.”“I’ve had a truce with him for as long as I can remember, but my Wolves don’t exercise their operation, I’m sure you know that. But Phoenix and I work together with shipments since we’re basically neighbors. We can’t afford to lose that, or we
ALAYNAAs Pauline expected, Brandon has just finished his workout and is looking luscious in a black muscle-cut tank top and slim fit gym shorts. His arms and shoulders are glistening with beads of sweat. His body has defined cuts with enough bulk on his biceps and pectorals. How can he look so glorious in everything he wears? My fingers suddenly itch to rub his arms, his wide chest, and his stomach.This man. How could I not fall in love with him?I avert my eyes to the food and place the dishes on his dining table by the window.“Good morning. I have your breakfast. But it’s not on your list, by the way.”He moves over to me, still panting, and kisses my cheek. “Good morning. When did you ever follow the list?” he jokes, smiling. And God, even if he’s covered with sweat, his natural masculine odor and mild soap smell are divine.I pout. “I follow the list, you know, but I’ve added some variation.”“Doesn’t matter. I always love your cooking.” He disappears into his closet and comes
BRANDONI stroll briskly to the corridor toward the executive floor, walking past the secretaries’ cubicles. Remembering how I first started... I founded the company in my room, where I built my first mainframe computer system. I excelled in computer science and engineering as far back as high school. I was very advanced. And through Oliver’s persuasion, I took a graduate degree online for credential purposes. I immensely enjoyed discovering things, and technology has always fascinated me.With Oliver as the face of Grethe & Elga Enterprises, the holding grew into an empire and branched into various divisions. Now I own one of the biggest consumer electronics and telecommunications companies in the market.Nonetheless, it’s as if I’m a newborn in this environment; I still haven’t gotten used to the ringing telephones, the sound of the murmuring of employees, and people moving all over the place.Especially now that Miss Garcia, Oliver’s prim and proper executive assistant, is followin
ALAYNAIt’s usually quiet in the house, but unlike yesterday, I don’t have bitterness for breakfast. Casey has online classes, Cassius is at work, Ms. Lennie is busy ordering the maids around, and Pauline... Well, I don’t care to know what she is doing. On the other hand, I’m not sure how to tell them Brandon, and I reconciled.Brandon promised he would be early tonight, and I wish to surprise him with a new dish. I choose to believe him for now, for us, since that’s what trust is all about. He wants me to give it, and I’ll try again. This is better than wondering if there’s a future for us every day. No matter what Pauline says about their relationship, I will wait for him. Our present is all I should care about.In the afternoon, I try to make grilled chicken gnocchi. It’s an Italian version of gyoza or dumplings, but I use the chicken’s skin as a wrapper to retain the smoky flavor of the chicken when I grill it. I stuff it with mashed potatoes, minced garlic, ground chicken meat, g
ALAYNA“Siblings?” Ms. Lennie’s eyes widen. “I didn’t you know you had more siblings, Alayna.”“Well, they’re technically foster siblings,” I tell her. “We were childhood friends back in Lawrence before their parents passed.”“Ms. Lennie, it’s a pleasure to meet you.” Jason holds her hand and kisses her knuckles. Arianna waves at her. There are really things that don’t change: Jason is still a gentleman, and Arianna is still as cheerful.Ms. Lennie looks a little dazed but clears her throat. “Very well. I’m glad Alayna has family in this city.”“At first, we weren’t sure if it was her since there are others with the same name in the city, then we asked Mom—I mean her mom ...” Arianna takes my hand and beams, “but we’re so thrilled that it’s really you.”“I spoke to Mom to make sure it was really you. I couldn’t believe it!”She hugs me again. “Oh. I still can’t believe this is happening.”“Why don’t we all go inside?” Ms. Lennie suggests, startling me.“Is it okay?” I know that Brando
ALAYNAJason holds out his hand and grabs Brandon’s. I glance back and forth at the two men who seem to know each other.“Have you met?” I ask.“I work for him,” Jason answers.“He works for me,” Brandon says simultaneously.A beat passes. “Oh, wow. Small world, huh?” I frown, feeling a knot in my stomach because it’s weird. Suddenly, the atmosphere becomes decidedly colder.I clear my throat. “Well, this is really a surprise.”“I’m surprised about it myself,” Brandon says and shoots a glare at me. Maybe he’s slightly mad because I let my visitors in without his permission. I’ll just explain it to him later.“Anyway, dinner is ready. Do you want me to take dinner to your room first?” I ask Brandon.He leans toward me, not minding our guests. “I’ll join you.”Now, that is even more astounding. “Really?”“Hmm.”Ms. Lennie comes in as if she’s been waiting for the right timing. She approaches Jason and Arianna, ushering them to the dining room. I am about to follow when Brandon pulls me
Shortly after dinner, we go back into the living room with less awkwardness. Brandon sits next to me, and Cassius remains standing by the fireplace, holding a glass of liquor.“We’re just starting over again, I guess,” I say.Arianna sighs in awe. “Wow. I’m happy you found your love, Laynie. I wonder when I will find mine.” Her eyes flicker as she looks at Cassius and grins.“You can’t really say that with me here, A,” Jason counters.“Why not?” Arianna pats his brother’s arm. “I haven’t been able to date because you are scaring the guys away!” She looks at me again. “Do you perhaps know someone you can introduce to me?” she whispers, but loud enough for everyone to hear.“Shut it, A,” Jason says.“Kill-joy.” She rolls her eyes. “Fine, but we should really do this again, Laynie. I’ve missed our bonding, watching late-night shows, eating to our heart’s content!” Arianna says dreamily. “But the holidays are coming. Ever thought of coming home?”“I thought of that, of course.” But I’m no
BRANDON They said nothing lasts forever, but that phrase might not be entirely true. Yes, I’ve lived a wretched life in the past. I was driven by guilt, anger, and revenge for as long as I could remember. I couldn’t do anything because I thought I was weak. I thought it was how I was going to die. Hopeless and a failure. Until she came into my life and changed everything. Alayna turned my world upside down and showed me a different side of reality I hadn’t yet seen. She made me realize it wasn’t too late to hope or win—the exact opposite of what I had lived for all along. For when I was hopeless, she showed me hope. I felt despair; she granted me peace. I thought I had more guilt than anyone else in the world, but she gave me her love. With her, my journey truly begins. Our marriage. My forever. We should enjoy every second of it now in a summer townhouse resort in Varkiza, one of the estates we owned in Athens. I am now tangling my wife’s hair as she devours my shaft by the
I walk them to the end of the venue, greeting the guests as we pass. Then I meet up with Cary and Stan by the garden’s exit. The twins step aside to introduce me to a man of nearly sixty—who did his best to appear formal with the suit I sent him. I immediately recognize the features of his face.The man opens his arms. “Brandon, my favorite boy…”I approach him immediately and briefly drape my arm around his shoulder. “Uncle Basil, you came.”“Of course. I won’t miss your special day.”“Um, hello?” Casey steps forward and joins in.“Ah, it must be you now. You’re Elysia,” Uncle Basil says. I step back, giving them space.Casey blushes. “I go with a different name now, um… but…”“No, you are Elysia. Elga’s younger sister. I held you as a baby.” He smiles in awe. “You look so much like your brother and your father—Oh!”Casey instantly embraces him. “Brandon said you look like him too.”Our uncle nods, stroking her back. “I’m sorry for what happened to you, child.”She snivels. “I alread
BRANDON“I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may kiss the bride…”My wife selected a garden house by the beach in East Hampton for our wedding. Her dream wedding. She looked exceptionally royal in her white long trail wedding dress today. Omar did a remarkable job, as usual. I honestly can’t wait for this celebration to end, so I can finally have my wife for myself.Alayna wanted an intimate celebration with our families, but some press always finds a way to invite themselves. At least a hundred people are present today to witness our most awaited union compared to the five hundred who attended our engagement party.My beautiful wife is now in my arms, having our first dance as a married couple.“Hello, husband. You look very handsome.” She traces the line of my suit with her fingertips, and the diamond wrap around her finger flickers.“You look like I’m ready to eat you.”She giggles, and I always love the sound of it. “Behave,” she says, but her smile says otherwise.I raise a
ALAYNAOne week later“Senator Donovan Mallory is arrested for child trafficking, distributing child pornography, and the murder of Dr. Richard Hart, the former chair of Lifeline Foundation. The trial for his case will begin in two weeks…”The report switches the frame over to a desperate old man being hauled by the cops.“Let me go! This is not over yet! The mayor of Seattle is mentally sick! Do you hear me? I cannot accept this! He is lying!” he yells over the reporters surrounding him in front of the courthouse.“This is Luis Crawford from AAC News, reporting.”Cassius shuts off the news. We are now gathered in the living room, silently waiting for someone to speak.Last week, Cassius and Carmelo visited the senator to let him know Drake abducted me, but he only chased them away and denied his son. He told them he had no business in Drake’s escapades. However, during Drake’s interview, he disclosed everything he knew about his father and apologized to me in public.“Drake didn’t me
Brandon returns with a bare torso, flaunting his delicious abs and toned muscles. He’s changed into gray sweatpants. I watch him turn off some lights, raise the thermostat, and turn the stereo on.“Get onto the bed and lie down,” he says while heading toward me.We now have pleasant room temperature, dim, romantic lights, and a mellow piece of music.Okay. I’m not getting dressed then.I slide my buttocks along the bed’s cushion and move over the middle. I swallow dryly.Brandon crawls on the bed. Gradually, he positions himself on top of me and snatches off my robe.“Let me just remind you…” he whispers. “You asked for this. You’re too persistent that I have to do something about it.” He pushes himself up then yanks down his pants and boxers without breaking eye contact. His erect shaft swells up.No matter how many times I see him in this state, I just can’t get enough. Everything about him is just too beautiful. At times, I find him hard to handle.He lowers himself again. “Spread
ALAYNAMy body aches everywhere, but I stiffen. It hurts too much to move.I’m still alive.Right, yes. I remembered being saved, and I saw Oliver’s face. He told me Brandon came.Around me, I smell antiseptic and undertones of the artificial fragrance. Judging by the scent of my surroundings, I’m aware of where I am. Bit by bit, I blink my eyes and try to open them.My beautiful man’s face is the first thing I see.“Hi…”He kisses my knuckles and brings my palm to his face. “Hey.”I force a smile. “I love you.”His eyes redden and start to swell. “I love you too.”“Oh, don’t cry. I can still feel my limbs—no broken bones. No sign of permanent damage,” I manage a joke, chuckling.“Don’t,” he says gruffly. “You scared me back there.”I grunt, adjusting my back. “But you saved me. Like always. What is it about restrooms? Dangerous place.”“Very.” He frowns hard, remembering the past. “Back then, it was different. Next time, you don’t leave alone, okay?”I nod. “Next time.” I brush away
BRANDONReporters disperse in front of the hospital when I arrive after a call from Oliver, but I’m more anxious about Alayna’s state. What did this son of a bitch do to her? I still have no idea what happened because Ollie and Stan don’t have time to explain everything.I break through the crowd that won’t let us pass. Some reporters ask about me, that fucker Drake, and his crime, but most are random; I can’t understand them. My mind is somewhere else to even try to fucking understand, so I couldn’t care less. I need to see my fiancée right away.“Just keep going. I’m right behind you,” Jason instructs, then he and some security block the reporters and let me through.“We are not answering questions for now, please. Give my family some privacy!” he yells, and his voice trails off as I go further.Oliver is impatiently treading back and forth in front of the emergency room while on the phone. Stan, on the other hand, is sitting quietly on the bench as if in deep thought.“Oliver. Stan
ALAYNAI have fallen asleep on the couch. It’s already morning. I’m not in my bed, nor Brandon’s penthouse, but in an unfamiliar room somewhere in Wichita. It turns out I’m not dreaming. The devil who’s asleep on the bed right now really kidnapped me.He’s sleeping! Maybe I can get away…I cover my mouth from squealing at the possible opportunity to get away from Drake.I take light steps toward the bed to make sure he’s unconscious. Drake’s forehead is wrinkled, and exhaustion is marked on the lines of his face. He must be unsettled with all this bullshit he got himself into, but he’s clearly tired because no matter how difficult the nightmares are, he doesn’t wake. I know because I’ve seen him in this state in the past. Whenever he was anxious, he’d just sleep it out.I instantly think of making a call, so I need a phone. Brandon has to know where I am. So bravely, I sneak back to the living room and open Drake’s stuff. I dig inside his suitcase to look for his phone and money. I ne
I knock on the door of an old townhouse, then a dark-blonde-haired woman appears at the door. She smiles when she sees us, but the bliss on her face quickly fades and turns into confusion.“Jason?” she says.Jason frowns. “Mariel?”“You know her?” I ask him.“Yes, she’s in the gang with me. I mean, was. Mariel Miller. What are you doing here?”The woman’s face turns red. “I don’t know why you’re here, but you need to leave.” She glances at me but then attempts to shut the door. However, Jason is swift. He shoves himself to the door and steps inside.“Mariel. I am asking you a question. Why are you here?” Jason questions as he steps further. I follow him.“She’s his sister. The twins found out in the family records,” I say. I see quite a resemblance.Jason nods, then shifts his attention back to the woman. “Where is Drake, Mariel?”She steps back. “He’s not here.”“But you’re expecting him.”She doesn’t answer.“You vanished, and now you’re here? You’re Drake’s sister?”She nods.Jason