Isla's Point of View "I want that diamond ring as well as the tennis necklace that it comes with," I said. I didn't need to point at the jewelry myself. I am sure that they already know what kind of necklace it is that I am talking about. I already saw those when I came here with Gresya last week but I was hesitant. Kairos told me long ago to spend his money how I see fit and as much as I can. I made sure to thoroughly think about it before I made a purchase but today. I feel like burning all of his money after what happened earlier. When I found out that it was his secretary who sent me flowers as a gift on my birthday. I tried to understand that maybe because he had a lot in his head at the moment he forgot about my birthday. I am upset, yes, but I was on my way to go ahead and try to understand the situation. The only thing I can't accept is that instead of him apologizing to me for what happened. Kairos chose to send me an expensive birthday gift as if that would be enough to mak
I swallowed hard and breathed out before I removed Kairo's hand around my waist. He steals glimpses from me with curiosity filling that forest-green eyes of him. Fuck! Fuck me! If only I had known that he was here, I wouldn't have dressed like this."This new hair of yours. I don't particularly like it," he commented. I gently reached for the strand of my hair which, although was still long, was now way shorter than before. I moistened my lips and ignored that remark from him which I found offensive. How dare he say something about my hair? And he is the freaking first person to tell me that I don't look good with my hair. Everyone but him is down on their knees for me. I wasn't expecting to hear tons of compliments from him but I wasn't expecting that he'd say something like this too.I opened my eyes and found Gresya. Within the blink of an eye. I found a way to escape from Kairos and am now on my way to her. "You know that Kairos is coming to this party of yours? You could have a
Kairos wrapped his coat around my waist. I was about to say my protest about him giving me his coat when I wasn't even asking for it but the way he stared at me made me shut my mouth as soon as I could.My hand froze and I just held it and then adjusted it over my shoulder. Kairos sat quietly on the empty stool opposite mine.The silence that enveloped the two of us was colder than the wind blowing here on the rooftop. I always knew how to start a conversation. It was my forte as an entertainer but now I am not even sure how to utter the word hello to open the possibility of having a decent conversation between us."I thought you already changed your style? You are wearing things like this again?" Kairo's eyes and curiosity are waving all over his eyes.My eyes stayed on the female bartender who was busy mixing drinks for different people. And even though I chose not to pay attention to him, I know and I can feel that he is scrutinizing me right at this moment. I stopped playing with
Isla's Point of View Why the hell did I forget about it? I should have stuck with the very same formula that I used to tame Kairos' steel-hard heart when I first met him. If I only didn't forget about it then things would be a lot easier for me. "You need to fucking pull yourself together, Kai. I think I need to slightly shake this picture-perfect marriage of us." I whispered to myself as I made my way to the counter. The bartender who quickly spotted me standing in front of him rubbed the back of his head. He is torn between acting as if I am a ghost he can't see or if he'll try to accommodate me just so I won't make a scene today. "I will have one ice on the rock please," I said smiling at him. He bit his lower lip and then he chuckled nervously. The bartender was looking around in search of someone who would help him here and when he couldn't find that particular person. He was left with no choice but to have his eyes back on me. "I am sorry, Mrs. Lancaster. You heard your husba
Isla's Point of View. I couldn't remember where the hell did I find the courage to say those things to Kairos. All that I knew was my legs were shaking so badly after I got out of the powder room, I even left my clutch bag inside, but there was no way I'd turn around to go get it. "Hey, there you are. I was looking all over the place for you. Where have you been? And where is Cormac?" Kio pulled me away from the dim hallway that leads to the women's and men's powder room. I looked back at the still-closed door of the powder room, anticipating Kairos to come out any second from now. When he didn't. I turned my eyes back at Kio and it was now me dragging him to where everyone was partying. "Cormac is injured. I am sure that he has a big cut on the corner of his lips," I said to Kio while my eyes were still fully alert in case his twin brother suddenly popped behind us or just in case I caught Cormac. I feel like I owe him an apology. I let go of Kio's arm and he took a step back whil
Isla's Point of ViewStaring straight into Nicho's eyes. The silence between the two of us thickened even more. I waited for him to apologize for saying those things about Kairos, but it looked to me that he hadn't realized the reason why I was taking all the time in the world gawking at him without even blinking my eyes. "I know that Kairos is ruthless, but he is not that evil. People always say that he can easily kill someone, but I am sure that it's just a metaphor they use to describe how dangerous he is... so that no one would dare to mess up with him." The corner of Nicho's lips lifts and I hate those curves. It feels like it's mocking me as well as the way he move his head once to nod at me. Nicholas raised his hand in mid-air and then he comfortably leaned on his seat, making me do the same thing. A fleeting moment after that, I found myself turning my body towards him as I got curious about something. "Why are you here? Are you perhaps stalking me? Waiting for a chance to a
Isla's Point of View. Kairos fingers were tightly wrapped around my arms and each time I attempted to loosen it or free myself from his harsh grasp, it tightened even more as if his fingers were digging deep into my flesh and he wouldn't stop until he reached my bones.The moment we are inside of his mansion. He quickly pushed me towards the sofa as he let go of my arm and even to do that, he was harsh and rough with me. I couldn't help it but immediately stared at my arm and there I found his finger marked. One thing is for sure, it will soon leave a bruise there. Kairos's frustrated pace before my eyes. The seething anger in his eyes was the sole reason why I couldn't move and why my heart was barely beating right at this moment. It feels like one wrong move and he can do something unimaginable. When he finally stilled. The rage in his eyes didn't falter and instead, I got a proper view of his jaw clenching. Something is cording in his neck and it looks like it would explode. "Y
Isla's Point of View I am not supposed to wash my hair for at least three days but when Kairos asked me to take a bath with him. I couldn't find myself saying no, afraid that I might upset him which I don't want to because we just made up. "Isla?" He softly asked from the bath tub which made me look in the said direction before I darted my eyes back to the mirror on the wall to finish putting my hair on a clamp. "I am coming," I told him as my feet made those tiny little steps towards where he was waiting for me. Scented candles were lit up and placed all over the bathroom. Kairos is submerged and covered with the bubble bath that he made himself while he is comfortably leaning his back against the black tub. He was enjoying a bottle of wineglass, and then there was a glass waiting for me too. "What took you so long?" He asked, almost pouting his lips. I untie my bathrobe and strip it off me. His eyes ferociously scan me from my neck down to my feet and they went back to my firm an