CLAIRE “Easy, princess.” Asher steadied me as I staggered a bit, almost losing my balance. His hands wrapped around my waist to steady me. I closed my eyes and sighed. I've finally told him the truth, and he still loves me. He was still here, and he still decided to stay. The realization gave such a warm feeling that I was almost forced to believe that I was floating. I was floating. I had to be. I looked up at him under my lashes, tilting my head to the side just to look at him. I closed my eyes for a minute, just to have the sight of his gorgeous face imprinted into my memory. The more I thought about it. The more it didn't make sense. Why would he decide to go for an empty shell of a woman? Why did he even make the conscious choice to love me? No matter how hard I tried, I was unable to fathom it. Why I thought this was the perfect moment to sabotage was beyond me. I closed my eyes and leaned into him, wrapping my arms around him. “Okay, I'm beginning to think the champagne was
CLAIRE Nothing prepared me for the hard thrust of his length. My breath escaped me. My body was sweaty and sticky with sweat and at this point. It was impossible to focus on anything else but him, on me. My gaze lingered on his sweaty bicep, on how the edges of his face were contorted with pleasure as he moaned my name. I closed my eyes and sighed. It was nearly impossible to concentrate. Each thrust brought me an overwhelming wave of pleasure. Each moment made it difficult, too difficult to recover from the last. He paused to press a soft, sweaty kiss on the inside of my thigh. I shivered. My lips slightly parted at the wave of pleasure that pummeled through me. It was impossible to breathe. It was impossible to become conscious of what was happening. I was running out of my mind. But in a good way. For a brief second, my eyes caught his. And I wondered. I wondered how it was possible for this man to want me so much. I could spot the primal hunger coupled with the love he held for
CLAIRE “Asher. You made it,” Lance approached us with his arm stretched wide. I tried to make sense of what was going on until he engulfed both of us in a hug. I had no idea how to make sense of all that was happening. “What are you doing in Italy? I didn't know you were coming here as well and why the hell are you dressed in an apron” I said as I raised an eyebrow at him. I knew my flood of questions might almost be considered rude but there were so many things that were happening and I just didn't know what to pinpoint. Asher and him both shared a look that screamed mischief as they both of them turned to look at me. My gaze traveled from Asher to Lance as the both of them laughed. They both genuinely looked so happy that it was hard for me not to smile. “This place used to belong to Lance's father,” Asher said. “And now it belongs to me now” Lance smiled at me with warmth. “Oh” I suddenly went quiet..I guess everything was beginning to make sense.“Follow me. Asher wanted y
I felt the soft breeze blow through my hair and once again, I turned to the side to admire the view. I don't think I would be leaving this place anytime soon. I listened to Asher tell me more about his childhood. I listened to him to tell me about how the taste of the food gave him nostalgia. I listened and in some moments, I laughed and he joined in. I wondered if his chest felt airy and light as mine felt. I hoped it did. The next batch of dishes that arrived was chicken wings. Asher wasn't exaggerating when he asked me if I had enough space in my stomach. Fortunately, I wanted to experience the taste of everything that he had told me about. I picked up the nylon gloves that came along with the wings and I wore them. I took a bite. It was different from the other chicken wings I've tasted. And yet it was so delicious that I couldn't get over it. With the way I was eating. I doubted. I would have any space left for dinner. Asher joined in. Conversation flowed. More cocktails were b
CLAIRE“Liah?” Asher growled, and she immediately turned around. My gaze lingered on the luggage beside her. I didn't know what to make of the whole situation of her being here. It was obvious that she was uninvited and still decided to come here anyway. I wondered if I had any energy left for her tantrums and schemes. I could feel my temper rising to the surface. My eyes fluttered closed almost immediately as I tried really hard to keep it at bay. It was difficult and overbearing, and for some reason, I was barely able to sleep with myself. I closed my eyes and sighed. I was sincerely and utterly exhausted. “What the hell are you doing here?” Asher snapped. His brows furrowed as he stared at her. I could tell he was trying to keep his rising temper under the surface as well. My eyes fluttered open, and I met her gaze. She was looking directly at me. I raised an eyebrow at her in question. I was neither going to look away nor allow myself to be intimidated. I wasn't going to let her o
CLAIRE The warm feeling of Asher's body against mine was comfortable. I had woken up before him and now I guess I had the luxury of looking down at him while he was asleep. But now I guess I could never be too sure. He had a way of taking me off by surprise. I never really knew when he was genuinely asleep and when he was awake. My eyes fluttered closed as I let my fingers travel through the strands of his soft hair. I could have almost sworn that I was imagining but. The arm he had wrapped around my waist was wound tighter and tighter. My eyes fluttered closed in satisfaction at the feel of his arms around my waist. I don't know how long the silence lingered between the both of us and I was just about to drift into sleep when I heard the loud knock on the door. Asher's eyes sprung open almost immediately. I guess because it was an uncommon thing to have maids knocking at your door at this hour of the morning. But I felt I already knew who was behind the door. Instincts. He was ab
CLAIRE Tension lingered between us at breakfast. Everything was so awkward that I was almost tempted to speak up and start a conversation. I closed my eyes and sighed. Liah attempted to start a conversation. Asher wasn't giving her the audience that she needed. I was here, silently chewing on some bacon and replying to her in the most polite way that I could. She wasn't the best to have around, and yet I still felt sorry that she had to feel awkward. She stood up in the middle of breakfast when she couldn't take it anymore. “Going off to run some errands,’’ she said as she left the table. She walked out of the dining room without looking back. It was easy to notice the tension in her shoulders. I turned towards Asher and shot him a look that screamed displeasure. Everything was so overwhelming to the point that I could barely concentrate. He raised an eyebrow at me as he casually sipped his tea. “I said I was going to allow her to stay here. I didn't say that I was going to be nice
CLAIRE“Stop staring at me like that, princess. I told you not to test me. Asher growled slightly as I splashed him some water from the people. I could see the smile that he was trying so desperately to hide. I don't know how long we were here. I only knew that my chest felt lighter and lighter. It's been up to an hour since we had been emotional. I closed my eyes and sighed. And now here we were, playing around in the pool like we weren't vulnerable with each other a couple of minutes ago. There was a slight flutter in the pit of my stomach when I remembered Asher telling me how much he needed me and he wanted me to stay. If only he knew that it was the other way round. If only he knew that he was the one obviously doing me a favor by staying. I watched as he swam towards the end of the pool. I inhaled deeply as he disappeared under the water. I was settled at the end of the pool, watching. With only the tip of my legs buried inside the pool. A breath of relief escaped me when he r
CLAIRE “There's nothing to talk to you about,” the tone of my voice came off as cold and dismissive and no regret accompanied after. All I wanted to do was to be rid of his presence so I could make my way over to Asher. I closed my eyes to put my emotions under composure. I watched something flash across his eyes at the tone of my dismissal and I felt nothing whatsoever. I didn't feel the fear that I would usually feel each time I looked at him. All I felt was discomfort and irritation rising to the surface of my skin. I held back any insult that might have been stuck on my tongue. This wasn't the time to get into any arguments. “I know. After last night, I realized-” he paused like he was rethinking his words. I watched as the hurt flashed through his eyes as he held my gaze and I felt surprised. The Regal that I knew didn't care about anyone but himself. He didn't bother to think about the impact that his decisions might have on his emotions. He didn't care about anything else.
CLAIRE “I'll have you know that you're abnormally quiet. When you wanted us to join them for breakfast. I was getting the idea that you were beginning to feel better. Asher shifted the stray strand of hair that almost fell into my eyes as I laid back on the bed. The soft surface of the bed was comforting, and at least I had the luxury of time to relax.I closed my eyes and sighed. I was exhausted as I closed the small distance between Asher and me. In these past few days that passed by, he was the only thing that made sense. The only thing that stopped me from running out of my damn mind. If not, I doubted that I would be able to keep it together. I nuzzled my nose in the nape of his neck and sighed. He smelled divine. As usual. “I am better. I just wished I had the power to just make them disappear, you know,” I said as I furrowed my eyebrow slightly. “When I accepted Liah into the house. I was only doing it because I didn't want you to go through the stress of the tantrums that
CLAIRE Dinner at the dining table was awkward. Silence lingered between all of us at the table. The mint tea had dulled my headache earlier, so my appetite had returned. Not fully, but enough to put something in my stomach. Liah stared at me like she couldn't recognize me. I ignored her. I wasn't really in the mood to exchange comebacks, and if she made any attempt to get under my skin,. Then I was going to let her because I didn't know what else I could do. I closed my eyes and sighed for a short moment. I scanned my mind for whatever fun activity Asher and I could do. Our vacation was already coming to an end, and there were only two days left before we would return back home to our busy schedule. I didn't want to spend the rest of the days indulging in the drama that seemed to generate whenever Annabelle and Liah were present. I wasn't going to be indulging them. Not when there was so little time. “Do you feel better now?” Annabelle broke the silence between us. I was speechless
CLAIRE I groaned as I turned around. All I could feel was the loud pounding in my head. I turned around to see Asher staring at me with a small smile on his face. I was disconcerted for a short moment. My eyes were half closed. I raised my eyes to the clock. It was well into the afternoon. “How long have I been out?” I said. His fingers tenderly traveled through the strands of my hair. My eyes fluttered closed at the tenderness of his touch. I leaned into him. I cringed as the pounding in my head intensified. I closed my eyes for a brief moment. “I feel like I'm in hell,” I muttered under my breath as I relaxed my head against his chest while his arms wound around me almost immediately. “Trust me when I tell you that it could have been worse if you hadn't been hydrated yesterday,” he said. Before I could say anything in return, I felt the bile rise in the back of my throat. I quickly stepped down from the bed and rushed into the bathroom as far as I could. I closed my eyes and
CLAIREI could feel my heart screaming in disappointment as Asher pulled away. I captured his face in-between my hands and leaned forward to kiss him but he pulled away before I could. I felt the ache in the pit of my stomach and brows furrowed. Even if I was drunk, I could still feel the pain in my heart. I was tired and exhausted from being outside for so long and having a squabble with Annabelle and my stupid ex husband but for some reason, I couldn't seem to drag my attention away from the throbbing in-between my thighs. I wanted him. No. I needed him. “I'm not going to repeat this again. You're sober and you need rest. I'm not going to take advantage of this situation. You're drunk and your emotions are all over the place,” he said softly. I blinked in surprise. I didn't know what to reply that exactly. I was caught in-between convincing him or letting it go. I settled for the first. I leaned into him, wrapping my arms around his neck to steady myself. “I'm not drunk, I promi
CLAIRE “Take it easy. You've had too much to drink. I knew giving you more cocktails was a bad idea. Asher steadied me gently as I almost staggered in the other direction. His hand wound around my waist, and for some reason, I leaned into him. Everything was a blur. We had been drinking, and we had been laughing at the spot on the rooftop with so much to drink at Lance's diner. Lance couldn't come around because he had been busy and occupied by the customers that he had. And I couldn't blame him. I didn't blame him. It was such a busy night. I closed my eyes and sighed in satisfaction. The chicken wings and the tacos were literally the best that I had ever tasted. And I ate until I was sure that there was no space left in my stomach, and I insisted that we stay back and have some more cocktails. Of course, Asher had a weakness for my request, so he agreed, and now here I was. Barely able to keep it together, but it wasn't a problem because he was always there to hold me. “Everywh
CLAIRE Evening approached, and Asher insisted he wasn't going to be in the same room with him while I got changed. I didn't blame him. Neither did I see the need to argue. I knew if he remained here, dinner would be next to a no, and we wouldn't be able to get anything afterwards. I didn't want to be sentenced to dinner with my sister and the other dreadful company. I was almost done. I had taken time to get ready. The warm bath was nothing short of soothing. I smelled of lavender and, well, Asher, because I used his shampoo. I was certain that he would mind that I smelled like me. I settled for packing my hair into a messy bun; my makeup was minimal. My face is almost bare with nothing but mascara, a lip tint, and slight blush. I ended up settling for a sundress. The weather seemed to be hot. So I guess it was going to have to do. I turned around, and my shoulders flinched in fright at the sight of Asher leaning casually against the doorway. He laughed when he noticed how startle
CLAIRE “Isn't that the whole point of it? For me to concentrate?” He raised an eyebrow at me. I could tell that his gaze lingered a little bit longer on the sight of me in the short dress. I observed how he clenched the sides of the sketch paper. Like he was holding on to it for dear life. I closed my eyes and sighed. The excitement that I felt made my heart flutter a little. The effect almost left me breathless. “Well, I guess you'd have to thank me for teaching you some self-control then. Won't you?” I smirked at him. “Should I be worried that you're becoming devious with each day that passes by?” He said as he looked at me. His brows were slightly furrowed, but the smile on his face was evident. I didn't know what to make of it. The sexual tension that lingered between the both of us made the air slightly heavy. My heart raced from the effect. It was becoming more and more difficult to breathe. It was becoming even more difficult to drift my mind away from what would happen if
CLAIRE Asher's eyes narrowed, his gaze burning with intensity. "Don't play dumb, Claire," he said, his voice low and husky. "I know exactly what you're thinking about."I felt a shiver run down my spine as he leaned in closer to me. His breath whispered against my ear, sending goosebumps down my arms."You're thinking about us," he whispered. "About what it would be like if I sketched you without your clothes on."I felt my face heat up, but I couldn't deny it. I was thinking about it, and the thought was exhilarating.Asher's eyes locked onto mine, his gaze burning with desire. "I'm thinking about it too," he said, his voice barely above a whisper.I felt my heart skip a beat as he leaned in closer, his lips inches from mine. I could feel the tension between us, the anticipation building up like a storm.And then, just as suddenly, Asher pulled back, his eyes clearing as he looked away. "I'll go tell Marcella to bring up the ice cream and cookies," he said, his voice neutral.I watc