"What happened to her?" Emmeline muttered under her breath with frustration creasing her brow.She got out of the car and looked it over from the outside, then bent to peek under the open hood at the internal components.The scent of hot metal and oil filled her nostrils, making her wrinkle her nose in distaste.Everything appeared to be in order from what she could tell, though she readily admitted that her knowledge of automotive mechanics was sorely lacking.She settled on the curb in front of the stubborn vehicle, staring at it helplessly as she wracked her brain for what could possibly be the issue that was preventing it from running properly.The morning sun beat down on her, causing beads of sweat to form along her hairline."Damn, what did that bastard do to her?" she growled, knowing full well that Richard must have tampered with the car in some way during the time it had been in his possession.He was likely trying to punish her somehow for her defiance, or simply exert his
Emmeline let out a sigh in relief when Zavian finally slid back out from under the car several minutes later with his clothes relatively unscathed despite the grimy nature of his task.His gaze darted to the spot where he knew they were being watched with a shrug. The person had dispersed before he slid back from under the car."Thankfully, your clothes didn't get too dirty," she remarked, unable to hide the approval in her tone.Zavian didn't respond. He simply took the litres of fresh radiator fluid from Donald and moved to the front of the car once more.Emmeline noticed the streaks of grease and grime staining his hands and forearms but didn't comment as he unscrewed the cap and carefully poured the bright red liquid into the open tank."You have to check the water in the car whenever it gets hot. Do you understand?" he stated in a tone of firm instruction, not even looking up from his task.Emmeline nodded vigorously, not wanting to admit that she likely would have forgotten such
Zavian didn't seem inclined to fill the quiet. He simply sipped at his tea while eyes remained locked on her face in a way that made Emmeline feel utterly pinned in place."You don't talk much," she finally ventured in a feeble attempt to dispel some of the heaviness that had settled over them.One of Zavian’s dark brows inched upward in a silent prompt for her to continue, though he didn't offer any verbal response."You don't speak unless it's necessary or useful to speak."Zavian’s head tilted ever so slightly to the side in a subtle gesture of arrogance that somehow suited him perfectly. "Good brevity makes sense," he stated at last.Emmeline couldn't resist letting out a bright peal of laughter at that. "I didn't realize I was sitting with Socrates!" she teased, grinning at him from across the table.Rather than taking offense at her gentle ribbing, a look of wicked amusement seemed to glint in the depths of Zavian's eyes. "I don't like using my mouth to talk. There are more exci
Emmeline couldn't get Zavian's words out of her head since the previous day.His words that his thoughts about her were starting to go in the wrong direction - it was inconceivable that he felt tempted because of her.He didn't seem the type to betray his wife, even with wandering eyes!She was lounging lazily on the living room sofa with a book in her hands. Its nondescript cover appeared to be some philosophical treatise, but the pages contained decidedly more salacious content.She had been swapping out risqué novel covers for more academic-looking ones to fool her parents since high school. While she agreed that frivolous novels were largely a waste of time, she felt sexual education through the medium of erotic literature was important too!"Don't go to work today. My mother is coming to visit. She'll be staying for lunch," Richard's voice rang out.Emmeline looked up from her book and slid it on his back in displeasure. "Why do I have to miss work just to receive your mother? Ha
Emmeline returned the erotic novel to its place on the shelf in the private library upstairs and carefully slid it into the space between the other books.Just then, the folded jacket she had hidden among the other dust jackets to disguise its real nature caught her eye. It was Zavian’s jacket that he had lent her at the gym a few days ago.She took the jacket out, holding it close to her face and inhaling the lingering masculine scent.The rich, spicy aroma had a powerful effect on her, causing her heart and thoughts to spin out of control as her body went numb with a peculiar tingling sensation.She quickly shoved the jacket back into its hiding spot and hurried to prepare to welcome her mother-in-law, who could be considered even worse than her dead-beat son.The doorbell rang before lunchtime.Emmeline hurried to answer it while clad in a casual floral dress. "Hello, Mom, how are you?" she greeted with a forced smile on her face.The imposing older woman was dressed in an elegant
Emmeline sauntered up to the bar, shrugging off her autumn coat before she addressed the bartender with a bold confidence. "Your strongest drink, please."The handsome young bartender gave her an appraising look before mixing up a vibrant blue cocktail and setting it down in front of her.She took an experimental sip, the flavor stinging her tongue and indicating just how potent the drink was."Exactly what I wanted," she said with a satisfied smirk.The bartender's gaze lingered on her as he wiped down the polished wooden bar top. "You're new here, aren't you?"Emmeline met his eyes with surprise then her brow furrowed quizzically. "What makes you say that?"She looked around at the packed bar, filled with people laughing and conversing over the low thrum of jazz music that seemed to vibrate through the very walls. "This place doesn't really seem like the kind of exclusive bar with a limited clientele. It's absolutely packed tonight. How did you know I was a newcomer? Can you and tha
Emmeline swallowed hard. "My life is so empty..." She took a deep, steadying breath.Lifting her cocktail glass to her lips, she took a fortifying sip before continuing in a carefully measured tone. "I was a happy teenager, but the reasons for my happiness just...decreased little by little over the years until it became completely non-existent. Some things that used to bring me joy are no longer fulfilling. Is it just because I'm getting older?"All the while, Zavian didn't stop the torturously slow caress of his fingers along her inner thigh.Had it not been for the low thrum of jazz music filling the smoky bar, she was certain he would have heard the desperate, ragged pants of her quickening breaths, silently begging him to touch her aching core."There must be something blocking the flow of happiness in your life," he murmured.Emmeline felt her face flush hotly at his words and the utterly incongruous combination of his philosophical tone plus the molten path his fingers were trai
Zavian's large hand clamped down on her hip with branding intensity then pulled it snugly against his as their dance turned into a sinful roll and grind of their lower bodies.Emmeline dropped her head to avoid his blazing stare but he simply dipped his own to recapture her gaze, refusing to let her retreat."A great many things happened," he mumbled in a voice gone rough with restrained desire. "Your petite stature, those pretty little sundresses you wear, your sweet, innocent way of speaking - those were all reasons I viewed you as a child at first."Emmeline felt her flush deepening at his frank assessment, the heated glide of their bodies making her achingly aware of every inch of him pressed against her.She struggled to keep her breathing measured and even as his hand continued its torturous path along her lower back and over the swell of her backside."But then we met at the gym," Zavian continued in a low tone. "And my opinion changed rather dramatically..."Emmeline couldn't
Emmeline finally reached Zavian’s door and knocked softly, her heart pounding in her chest.The path here had seemed longer than usual in the eerie quiet.She had glanced behind her more than once, anxiety prickling at her spine as she worried about being spotted.Zavian opened the door almost immediately, his expression shifting from impatience to something softer when his eyes swept over her.“I thought I’d have to wait all night,” he said with a hint of admonishment.Then his gaze dipped, taking in her figure with open admiration.Emmeline also took in his appearance.He was dressed casually in dark blue silk pajamas, the first two buttons of his shirt undone, revealing a hint of his chest.The sight of him made moist pull between her legs. “Stealing glances across the room isn’t enough. I’ve been waiting all evening for this moment—just the two of us.”“Are you going to keep me standing out here in my nightgown?” Emmeline whispered urgently, glancing over her shoulder. “Don’t for
Emmeline leaned against the wall, her chest heaving with relief.“Oh my God, I almost got caught.”Her head fell back against the elevator wall and her thoughts spun as Zavian’s words replayed in her mind.“What did he mean by that?” she whispered with frustration, lifting her gaze to the ceiling. “I can’t even ask him about it.” She groaned.The elevator dinged softly when it reached the lobby, but Emmeline remained frozen in place. Her mind was caught in the tangled web of everything she had just overheard.Finally, she forced herself to push the thoughts aside. She couldn’t afford to dwell on it now. Others were waiting for her outside, and she needed to focus on what she would say to them.Emmeline groaned, hitting her forehead with the palm of her hand. “Fool,” she muttered under her breath. “I had one task. One simple task, and I couldn’t even do it properly.”She straightened her posture, took a steadying breath, and stepped out.The cool night air greeted her as she joined the
Zavian walked Emmeline to the changing room, his hand brushing lightly against the small of her back. The gesture was subtle, almost imperceptible, but it left her hyperaware of his presence.Emmeline quickly got dressed and slipped out of the center on her own. Her heart was pounding with every step until she finally made it to her suite where she found Richard already asleep.She tiptoed inside, careful not to wake the useless excuse of a man.The following day passed in a calm haze.Emmeline spent the morning with Minnie and Yuna at the massage parlor while the men stayed behind at the hotel.The women indulged in face and foot massages, their laughter and chatter filling the serene space.By evening, they all gathered at the pool, where Emmeline made sure to dress modestly. She didn’t want to give Zavian any reason to feel jealous. She donned a fitted bronze dress, complemented by a shorter, lighter jacket. The fabric hugged her curves, yet the night’s chill penetrated, causing h
Emmeline’s laughter turned into a squeal. She swam faster, her arms cutting through the water. “I didn’t mean you!” she called out breathless from both exertion and laughter. “It’s just a famous phrase—I wasn’t talking about you!”Her words only seemed to spur him on. His strokes grew stronger and faster as he closed the distance between them.“Don’t you know the difference between a joke and seriousness, old Blackthorn?” she teased, glancing back at him with a mischievous grin.Zavian’s lips curved into a faint smile, the expression both amused and predatory. “You’re asking for trouble, little girl,” he replied. “Maybe I should arrest you and let justice take its course.”Emmeline stuck out her tongue at Zavian, her playful defiance lighting up her expression. Her arms cut through the cool pool with all the strength she could muster, her legs kicking furiously behind her.She pushed harder against the water's resistance, breathing in quick, focused gasps.Emmeline expected him to cat
“Tell me, why did you send me to Yuna?” Emmeline’s voice was quieter now.Zavian’s gaze flickered briefly, something unreadable passing through his eyes then nodded toward the far end of the pool. “Let’s swim to the other side.”Emmeline scowled as her frustration boiled up in the surface. With her arms dangling at her sides, she stayed put. “Zavian!” His name escaped her lips with a hint of annoyance and resolve.The sound of his name seemed to catch Zavian off guard. His movements stilled for a fraction of a second, and something shifted in his expression.She noticed with a start that he enjoyed the way she spoke his name when a slight, nearly undetectable gleam appeared in his eyes.“I’ll tell you while we swim.” Zavian’s voice softened slightly.With that, he turned and began making his way across the pool.Emmeline hesitated for a moment, watching him before finally following. Her strokes were slower than his but she stayed close to his right with her gaze flickering between his
Emmeline pressed her lips together. She knew he was right. She had gotten carried away again.The silence between them stretched, heavy and charged.Frustration bubbled up inside Emmeline, and she couldn’t hold it back any longer.“Why do you refuse to listen to me whenever I talk about anything related to my husband?”Zavian’s eyes darkened. “Because you’re mine!” His voice was raw, filled with something she couldn’t quite name.Before she could respond, he grabbed her wrist and pulled her closer.“I’m jealous of you, even of the water that touches your body.”His words sent a thrill through her, though she tried to keep her tone light. “You’re supposed to listen to my complaints without getting upset.”She paused. “You’re the closest person to me, and I want to tell you everything that’s on my mind. If I can’t complain about my husband to you, who else can I complain to?”Zavian leaned closer until their lips brushed ever so slightly. “Is Minnie a vase?”“You two are not the same.”
Emmeline decided to steer the conversation away from herself. “Why didn’t you accompany your husband to the center?” she asked, feigning curiosity. “If you’d come with him, you wouldn’t have had to search for him in random places. I’m sure he’d have been happy to have you with him.”Yuna glanced at her, her expression briefly flickering with something Emmeline couldn’t quite place. “I came here this morning,” she said after a moment in a tight voice. “It wouldn’t be good for me to spend extra time in the sauna. Two sessions in one day would be too much, and he didn’t want me to overdo it.”Emmeline nodded. “Mr. Blackthorn is very considerate,” she murmured. “Of course, he wouldn’t want you to hurt yourself.”Yuna met her gaze with a shaky smile.Emmeline returned it with one of her own—though hers felt forced and brittle. “You’re lucky to have him, Mrs. Blackthorn,” she added softly.They continued walking in silence, the changing room drawing closer with each step.When they finally
Emmeline's heart nearly stopped when she heard Yuna's voice echoing through the empty spa center.Her body froze against Zavian’s chest, where she had been comfortably resting just moments ago and the peaceful midnight atmosphere they'd been enjoying shattered instantly."It's Yuna," she whispered, trembling. The fear in her eyes was unmistakable as she pulled away from his embrace.The sound of heels clicking against floors grew closer, each step making Emmeline more anxious. She began nibbling on her fingernail – a nervous habit she'd never managed to break."Why would she be here at this hour?" Emmeline's thoughts raced wildly.‘Have you noticed how our senses are becoming almost nonexistent around our mate?’ Aetherion’s voice echoed with concern in Zavian’s mind, each word laced with urgency. ‘It’s as if her presence alone is unraveling the control we’ve always prided ourselves on. The effect of not completing the mate bond isn’t just an inconvenience anymore—it’s a growing danger
Emmeline traced the lines of his muscles before meeting his gaze. "Good thing I've been there before or else this could have been quite awkward." She teased, moving to get off the table but Zavian tightened his grip around her waist."You can just turn around right here," he suggested smoothly. "I want to feel every inch of you against me."The narrowness of the table made maneuvering tricky but after some careful shifting around, Emmeline found herself positioned perfectly over him.Zavian admired the view appreciatively. “Your backside is even more appealing without any clothing." He stated candidly.Emmeline jolted when a smack landed on her rear. "I still feel shy when you talk about my body like that," she blushed furiously.Zavian's response was a harsher slap on her backside, causing her to whip her head around in surprise.“What did you do that—”Emmeline trailed off when an even sharper slap landed on the curve of her buttocks. The sound echoed through the room, sending shock