Apples. That was what he tasted like. While apples weren't a fruit I disliked, I didn't particularly like them either. But now, I think it might just be my favorite fruit.His lips on mine felt so soft yet so strong, moldingthemselves to the shape of mine. It felt as if they were meant to be there like they belonged on each other... As if on their own intention, my mouth opened to bite down on his bottom lip, drawing it, sucking it to bring him closer to me. My hands grabbed his suit jacket, fisting it, I yanked him closer to him, taking out my anger and frustration and...something else, something I couldn't define. Suddenly he pulled away from me, leaving me breathless. I was still holding on to him and his arms were still around me. I pried my eyes open, staring at his chiseled face. His eyes were the darkest shade I'd ever seen them. His pupils were dilated to the widest span possible, making him look much more dangerous and I couldn't help but stare into their utmost darkest dep
"Um, good-d morning sir." I had no idea why I stuttered. I wasn't nervous, was I?I noticed he was dressed in a black suit like he was ready for work. "Ah, Red?" He sounded like he was surprised like he had been expecting someone else. Or maybe I wasn’t the only woman he brought home last night. Which reminds me, how did we get here?He lowered his gaze, his eyes seeking out mine. I suddenly gasped as his green orbs locked on mine. The intensity of his stare had taken me aback. I had never seen a pair of eyes that green before. My eyes glanced at his hair, it was dark and shiny as always. And then an image of me running my fingers through it popped into my head. My eyes widened.Where did that come from?I looked him in the eye before looking down at my hands. Did I just imagine that? Or it really happened?I shook my head. It was crazy, why would I want to touch his hair? "Morning." He replied to me and somehow my eyes found themselves glued to his lips. Subconsciously my hand re
"Holy shit!" Exclaimed a voice from behind me. A voice that sounded a lot like that of my best friend, Alex. My head whipped back so fast I almost snapped my neck in two. And just like I'd guessed, it was indeed Alex standing at the entrance of the living room. I sprang to my feet, abandoning the soap opera I'd been watching since Aziel decided to leave me all by myself in his humongous mansion and that was like five hours ago. I ran towards a dazed Alex who was far too fascinated by the ambiance of the living room to notice that I almost tripped on my feet. "Holy shit!" She exclaimed again, this time in a high-pitched voice that almost sounded like a banshee wail. A frown appeared on my face when she walked past me totally ignoring my presence as she walked further into the house. It was almost as if I wasn't there like she couldn't see me. "Is that Adonis?" She asked after a moment, pointing to the statue at the far corner of the room. As strange as it sounds, Alex and I didn't
I swallowed the hard lump that had now formed in my throat as I read through the nasty comments people left under that compromising picture of Aziel and me. I was called names by people I didn’t even know, people that had never seen me before in their lives. Many called me a gold-digging slut and the others, well they said equally mean things. There wasn’t a single nice comment about me. A particular person went as far as calling me ugly, a comment I had scoffed at when I read it. I mean they could barely see my face in the picture and still, they think I was ugly? I’m not trying to be smug or anything but I’m pretty sure that adjective is not something you can describe me with. I handed Alex’s phone back to her when I could no longer handle the brutal comment. I mean what’s the point? What’s the point of reading through the comments of a bunch of people who didn’t know me but had an awful lot to say about me? “You do know many of them are just jealous, yeah?” Alex said as she watch
"What do you remember?" His words echoed in my ears and if I didn’t know any better I would have said he sounded scared, almost. Involuntarily my fingers reached up to my lips as the faint memory of his touching them popped into my mind.‘I'm a girl.’ I suddenly remembered growling. My anger was burning like wildfire. ‘I'm not supposed to be in control of my emotions. That's your job! So stop the hell touching me!’I didn't even know what I was talking about. I wasn't making much sense to me I could only hope what I was saying made sense to him.‘Why don't you stop?’I traced a finger down his hard chiseled jaw. I couldn't pull my eyes away from his lips. How did they become so pretty? Have they always been this plumpy and red? Why do I want to lick it so badly?Dammit! Damn you, Aziel Walker! Damn you to hell!‘I can't. I don't wanna fucking stop!.’ I hated that he made me admit that.‘Neither do I.’‘Stop it! Stop making me feel fucking good! You have no right to have this much effe
I woke up really late around 9 am the next morning. While 9 am might not be late for many people, it was for me seeing as it was for the last five years of my life I’d always woken up on or before 6 am. I threw my hands over my head to stretch out my body, a huge smile decorating my face. I’ll have you know I wasn’t a morning person and I wasn’t the type to put a smile on first thing in the morning. But that morning, I was unusually happy which I suspected came from the fact that I got to satisfy my long-time cravings the previous night.I could still remember the shock in Cole’s eyes when he realized that I finished everything he brought. Although Aziel didn’t look shocked I could tell he also wasn’t expecting me to be able to finish food large enough to feed three adults. In my defense, we were two that ate the food and both of us were a little too hungry. Remembering the nod of approval Aziel had given me when he saw that I’d emptied all four bags Cole brought in (including both
There was a pause. A long one. I glanced down at my outfit for the umpteenth time that morning, checking out my outfit again. It didn’t look shabby, it was one of my few clothes that still looked new. And I was sure it wasn’t the exposed skin he was on about because the dress I wore on our date just two days ago, the one he bought for me exposed more cleavage than my top did. “Is…something wrong?” I had to ask ‘cause I didn’t see the problem anywhere after checking and crosschecking again. He let my question hang in the air for about half a minute before he finally decided to speak. “Is this how you dress?” He asked and although he had asked in a tone that made it impossible for me to decipher what exactly he meant by that statement, I couldn’t help but take offense to his question. “And what do you mean by that?” I spat before I could stop myself, a deep frown etched on my face. He didn’t as much as check out my outfit again, his eyes were looking unflinchingly into mine. “Do
"M-Mr W-Walker." I stuttered as I stared at him with wide brown eyes. His eyes left mine in the mirror to trail down my body and I found myself ceasing my breath. I didn't miss how his gaze lingered on my breasts for a second too long. Our eyes met again and this time we held each other's gaze for a long moment. How I managed to hold his frightening gaze was far beyond me. My chest heaved as my breathing suddenly became heavy. It didn't help that I could feel his warm breath hitting the back of my neck, just below my ear. I don't know how long we both stood there staring at each other, I couldn't guess even if I had to. It could have been a few seconds or minutes or even hours. I doubt Aziel himself would be able to tell how long he stood behind me, staring at me in the mirror as we had both gotten lost in each other's eyes. And then suddenly it hit me like a wave of a typhoon. It dawned on me that Aziel Walker had just seen me naked. He had just seen my nakedness through the see-th
Many weeks have passed and my relationship with Aziel has deteriorated drastically that even our children noticed and it wouldn’t have been that way if I hadn’t entertained Dylan or given a second thought to any of the things he told me. Although I didn’t admit that Aurora was his child, I became less hostile towards him and would even go on coffee dates with him under Aziel’s permission of course. As I started to get closer to Dylan, Aziel and I drifted apart. He indulged more in work and would only speak to me when necessary. He reminded me a lot of his old self, the Aziel I’d had a contract wedding with. Although Aziel never said it out loud, I knew he wasn’t happy with me seeing Dylan. He had told me to do whatever made me happy and it hurt to see that my actions made him less happy. The other day, Reon had asked me why Aziel rarely ate breakfast with us and I’d come up with an excuse about how he had to be at the office before everyone else but I knew it was only about time bef
I left the office late that night around past 9 pm because I was determined to sort out every pending work on my desk. I ended up being the last person to leave the office ‘cause I’d quickly dismissed everyone else in the afternoon. As I walked towards my car parked in the company garage, felt a presence behind me. I didn’t want to know if I’d imagined it or not, I didn’t turn back and instead picked up my pace and hurried over to my car. The person behind me was closing in on me and my heart raced ever faster. Why did I have to park my car so far into the garage? Who was this person following me and what did they want? I could hear the sole of their shoes hitting against the ground. I was walking so fast that I was almost running. I was really scared and thought about calling Aziel but I doubted he would have been able to do anything from where he was. When my car came in sight, I quickly fished out my car key from my purse and pushed the unlock button. I arrived at my car and just
“Aziel.” I said in a small voice, unable to look at him. I couldn’t even deny what he had said because I wasn’t sure if it was the truth or not. I didn’t know if I still had feelings for Dylan or not. I mean my body reacted to him like it had always been but still, that wasn’t enough to conclude that I had feelings for him. It’s been years since I last saw him so it could have just been a one time reaction. “Are you still unable to stop loving him after all these years with me? Are you ever going to stop loving him?” Aziel had never once asked me questions like that. Gone was the usual blank expression on his face, he looked hurt and he wasn’t afraid to let me know that. I felt a dull pang in my chest as I looked at him. He loved me, he’d always made me know that before we got married again (‘cause we had another wedding, a real one this time where my family attended). Although he might not say it often, but he’s told me he loved me before and not once have I ever said it back. “Azi
In the blink of an eye, I comported myself, standing tall with my head held up high even though my heart was thrashing so hard in my ribcage. I held his burning gaze for three seconds before blinking and walking away. As I walked past him, I caught a sniff of his scent. I shut my eyes close and held my breath, preventing myself from perceiving him 'cause his scent was beginning to stir up memories that I had locked for years, memories I had no interest in revisiting. "Wait!" He suddenly said, authoritatively might I add, and unknowingly, I stopped. I stopped. Why did I stop? Why can't I move my legs? I urged my legs to move but they didn't, they couldn't. It almost felt as if I had no control over them and he did the controlling. Like I was a puppet and his voice was just enough to control me. I felt irritated and embarrassed that I waited like he wanted. That even after all these years, his voice still elicited this unexplainable feeling in me. "You are still married..." He s
FIVE YEARS LATER"Mommy!" Reina cried out from somewhere in the house. I could hear the faint knocks on the bathroom door as she knocked on the door with her small hands. "Mommy! Let me in." She cried out again. I quickly rinsed off the soap lather on my face and looked through the glass shower to see that she had managed to let herself in. "What is it, honey? Mommy is taking a shower." She pointed outside the wide-opened bathroom door, her lips were curled downwards and her eyebrows knitted together. "Reon said his dress is prettier than mine! Mommy tell him it's not true! I have the prettiest dress, it's pink and gwOUrgeous and has a cute bow, his is just black and ugly." She stuck out her tongue in distaste. "And he's calling my dress ugly and-and Aurora isn’t taking my side...Mommy come tell him my dress is prettier! I'm prettier, my hair is prettier, my face prettier and he's just jealous of all this beautifulness...Mommy! be fast!" She whined before flailing her arms out in
“Are you going to say something?” I said after a long moment of silence. I hated that I was standing there, crying and on the verge of losing my mind while he looked as calm as the sea as if he hadn’t heard what I’d said. “I—don’t know what to say.” I had been wrong when I’d said he looked as calm as the sea. Yes his expression was calm, completely unfazed by what I’d just said but his voice on the other hand was different. I don’t think there was ever a time I’d heard Aziel sound so confused. He could have hid it with his expression but his voice gave it away that he was thrown off balance by the news. “I mean you’re pregnant that means…I’m going to be a father again. What I don’t understand is why you’re crying? I don’t know what you were thinking but I’m not like that douche. The child is mine and I’m going to assume full responsibility.” I shook my head and the tears in my eyes dropped. “I’m not having this child. I’m not. Not when I was finally getting my life together. How co
Aziel had barely stepped out of the house after receiving an urgent call from work when Athena started to bombard me with questions. “Why did your boss hug you like that? Why was he looking at you like that?” She had a skeptical look in her eyes. “What do you mean? He wasn’t looking at me in any way he shouldn’t be.” I said and tried to change the topic by asking if they wanted me to make breakfast for them but I should have known it wouldn’t be as easy as that. If I hadn’t forgotten that she and my mom would be watching us, I wouldn’t have hugged him or done anything that would make me suspicious. “Of course, he was weirdly looking at you.” She glanced at my mom as if asking for backup. “Isn’t he supposed to be your boss?” “And he is.” “So why did it seem like there’s something more between you two? Why did he look at you as if…as if he was in love with you?” If I’d been drinking something at that moment, I would have sputtered it everywhere. Aziel, in love with me? I wanted to
I woke up the next morning with my head in Aziel's chest. I glanced up at him to see that he was still sleeping very peacefully and I thought he looked cute when he was sleeping. Memories of what we did the previous night came back rushing in and then I felt a slight soreness between my legs. I couldn't help but smile at the thought that Aziel and I had finally done the deed after almost two years. I raised my head from his chest and placed a soft kiss on his chest. Our bodies were covered with the comforter so I raised it slightly to peek in it. I smiled when I realized that we were both still fully naked and that just means that we really had sex. I let my hand wander across his smooth muscular chest before gently moving downward and under the comforter till my hand was holding his flaccid member. As I slowly started to stroke him, I felt him getting harder and bigger in my hand. I found it fascinating that although he was still very deep in sleep, his member wasn't. I pulled the
Many months passed by and it was finally my twenty second birthday. I woke up that morning, extremely excited about my birthday. I’d received loads of wishes at midnight from my college friends, Theo and Alex. And although I appreciated that they all remembered my birthday but the one person I wanted to remember my birthday didn’t seem to remember. It had been that way for my twenty first birthday too, Aziel had forgotten about my birthday too. Theo had been the one to tell Aziel on the night of my birthday that it was my birthday. And although he had apologized then and got me a car the next day as a gift, I couldn’t help but think the same was going to happen that day. As I walked out of my room to the living room, I realized that Aziel had left for work. I frown appeared on my face as I realized that he had forgotten it was my birthday again. He didn’t think to wish me before he left or even send me a birthday message if he was running late. I shook my head and patted my cheeks w