Blood.Screams.Tears.And camera flashes.Have journalists officially lost their sense of humanity? They're just doing their jobs.A very sh*tty job if you ask me.My body is still, unable to move or properly comprehend what I'm witnessing. My hands cover my mouth and silent tears stroll down my face.The sound of flesh against flesh rings through my ears. A large crowd has gathered around the scene, some screaming at my husband, others trying to get him off but he refuses.No one can seem to stop his anger, not even his sister. She's on her knees right besides him, crying and screaming out his name.Calling for him to stop but he doesn't, James is close to unconsciousness but that doesn't faze him.That he could possibly murder him, with proof that it was him due to the journalists or that he could file a case of assault against him he doesn't care.A sob escapes me, lookin
"What a day," I drag, I feel like I can sleep for days, I want to sleep for days. I am more than exhausted, seriously."I'm assuming you don't mean that in a good way?" Xander asks, I look up at him.No part of him is scathed except for his hands. It didn't even take us any more than an hour to get him out and now we're back at the hotel."Well, I just discovered that my brother left us to abuse a helpless woman. You beat him near to death and got arrested. All on our wedding day," I list, he remains silent."I'm sorry," he shuffles down to my level and presses his forehead against mine.His eyes hold truth and sadness behind them, "I didn't mean to ruin our day, or scare you or make you angry. I'm so sorry," his voice cracks, my throat clogs up but I push it down."You didn't ruin anything. The process of becoming your wife could never be ruined. If anything, it's one of the best moments of my life ever and I forgave you the moment you turned yourself in.You deserved but didn't dese
Had it not been for Noelle and Lucia laughing over some movie they're watching in our room, I would've slept longer.It's f*cking seven a.m.Xander laughs when he sees my pissed off face as I glare at the girls' backs, they don't even feel the anger radiating off of me.I can't blame them anyway.After a few seconds I sigh and close my eyes for a bit but my husband makes it his duty to pull me to him and pepper my face with kisses.I can't help the giggles that escape me, "Morning Mrs Grey," my lips tug up, I love the sound of that."Mr Grey," I return, cupping his cheek my eyes fall on the rings that have conjoined with the first one, nothing short of sparkles and expensive as expected.Our lips connect and God I can never get enough of the feel of his lips on mine, the sparks and warmth are a loved bonus.We pull back and stare into each other's eyes, love, admiration, happiness and disbelief swims in the brown.I can't help the tug at my lips as he laughs, "what?" I ask softly, he s
I oil my hands and start just below her a*s, kneading the soft skin of her thigh then slowly down to her calf.I bring her calf up and over her thigh then back down, I do the same with the other then massage her other leg.My hands follow the shape of her a*s, it may not be the biggest but I love it nonetheless.I follow the curve of her waist and then flip her over, a loud gasp escapes but I muffle it with my lips.The kiss is sensual and slow but ignites something in me. I may have kissed her a million times but each time our lips meet it feels like I never have.I'll never get tired of them or the buzz that comes with them. Her tongue sweeps over my bottom lip before diving into my mouth and dominating me.One hand stays firmly on her waist while the other roams up to her breast and plays with it.I can feel the increase of her heartbeat against her chest, I keep my hand there and allow her to take over in the kiss.She doesn't pull back which leads me to wonder if I'm dizzy from h
Initially, I wanted to prove Rosaleigh wrong. She'd asked if I could prepare any Switzerland delicacies, I said I couldn't but wondered how hard it could be.I mean, how hard can it be?I ended up burning the cheese and because we were too focused on the burnt cheese, the potatoes in the oven suffered the same fate.We then decided on room service while we watch a movie, "Now this is how you make Raclette," she teases while moaning softly.I give her a playful side eye then we continue eating in silence, I couldn't focus on the movie, granted that it's in German.But Rosaleigh on the other end has her eyes glued to the screen, following the subtitles like they're just words in a book.The flash of recognition when a certain word is repeated and reaction of the actors, she's a quick learner.The entire two hours my eyes are on her, observing her every move. The flash of hatred when Hans is with Kristin, when she bites her lip in anticipation.Occasional realization that her stomach is
Rosaleigh's P.O.V "No, no, no guys! Two vases at each table! And there are supposed to be ten chairs at each table, why am I seeing six?!" With a groan I slump onto one of the chairs.This wasn't a good idea, being on my period and planning the new year's ball, not for me.I should've listened when Xander insisted that I stay at home and rest, now I feel nothing but regret and exhaustion.Speak of the devil, he appears out of thin air wearing Prada and carrying a bag of Chinese takeaway.An immediate grin plasters itself on my face, I stand up and engulf him in a hug. "Omg you're the best," I squeal, he laughs hugging me back with one arm.I want to pull away and take the Chinese but the feel of being in his arms is comforting and somehow chases away all my cramps."I missed you," I find myself saying, although it's only been a few hours, it felt like years in my eyes.Time is different when he isn't here, it goes by so slowly and begrudgingly I hate it."I missed you too gorgeous,"
"Merry Christmas!" I jolt up in shock, at the foot of the bed stands six people and one seated.My eyes widen, "oh my goodn—" my words are cut off as I notice the mini cannons in their hands that spew out white fake snow.I shriek, "no!" And protect myself below the covers, someone rips them off and within two seconds I'm being attacked with snow and tickles.I can't stop giggling but when all gets enough I jump into offense mode, the girls are now under my mercy as I tickle them.When the snow runs out, I stop. Ruffling it all out of my hair I look directly at them all, "Now tell me why I'm being attacked by two naught elves and five people—who are too old for this— on Christmas day?" As if for some effect Nic sprays the last of his snow in my face, I huff some of it out of my mouth and clear my face."Firstly you are never too old to snow attack someone," he shrugs."And because we've been waiting for an hour for you to wake up, you've been voted as the victim for this year," Lucia
"Should I be expecting storks to deliver grandchildren soon?" My father asks, the moment we descend down the stair case.Noelle appears from the kitchen with a plate of cookies in her small hands, her eyes glittering with excitement. "Really?! Am I getting a little brother for Christmas?!" Xander and I shake out heads."Oh no princess, your little brother had to wait a little while longer," she pouts making me go to her level and kiss her forehead."I'm sorry but at least now you have most of my attention," her pout is then replaced with a large grin."It's six thirty can we please open presents?!" Someone yells from the living room, I laugh as Noelle runs to the living room Xander scolding her for it.Now we're all gathered around in the living room, including Kat...I wonder when she arrived.The kids are on the floor, along with Xander and I. Nic and Lia are cuddled up in a one seater, Julio, Kat and dad are squished on the love seat."Youngest first," Dad announces, and so it goes