I wandered my eyes around the office. The room was dark because the curtains covered the windows. There's nothing in this room except the lounge and the coffee table, the working table and the two chairs on the front.
The table was clean, so as the royal blue wall that has no displays and hanging frames.
I heard the door opened and closing, and the gentle strides walking towards me. I didn't have the chance to turn when he talked behind me.
"How was your sleep?" a familiar voice lingered through my ear.
I was nailed into my place. My entire body tensed up, I could feel sweats drenching all over my skin and my blood pulsing through my veins.
I shut my eyes up, unable to answer him. Instead, I quickly faced to ask him but my tongue stiffened at his playful smile.
He looked very fresh and handsome in his white long sleeve polo with black trouser suit, and his butter soft leather shoes.
I don't need to ask if he's the owner of the
"IT WAS just an accident, it was true that I was just walking around..." I whispered. I bit my lips which I knew he saw. He did not response, he leaned his back against the chair and looked at me. I know he's still not convinced. In the end, he just shrugged. He didn't talk and didn't bother to open a new conversation between us. While me, I was slowly getting swallowed by my conscience. I know he deserved to know everything. But why am I so scared of hearing his answer after? I've been thinking it over, but why can't I still say it whenever we're together. "Finish your food, the yacht will arrive at an island in about a minute," he said coldly. He brought his used tissue on the table and stood up. I gulped when he walked out the room. Minutes had passed before I finally realized what I did. I held my head and ducked down the table. I have to tell him the truth. This is my last chance, if I don't tell him the truth before we re
I gave a nervous glance at him. "Aren't you afraid of us getting caught?" He chuckled innocently at me and ignored everything that I'd just said. I shook my head at him. Holy fuck! This is fucking ridiculous. Is this what he's planning? To make me his mistress? Oh, hell yes! This is what I've been planning, but I never expected that this will actually happen. "Don't worry, I take my work very seriously. Alexa knows how professional I am when it comes to work," he said in a gentle tone, hinting something. I nodded and gave him a curled lip and casually averted my gaze upon him. Why can't I stop myself from giving meanings to his words? "Let's go..." Gabriel covered my hand with his. My breath hitched a little as he started walking, taking me with him. I can feel my heart slowly melting at his warm hands. I was cowering my head as we. I feel so small at the way people looked at me. I felt like we are so far from each other althou
"What happened?!" I simply moved away from him to gather myself. I fixed my hair that was ruined by the wind and cleared my throat. "I think we're running out of gas..." he said calmly. He tried to start the engine again but he failed. "What? Are you kidding me?!" My voice pitched higher. I dumped my bag on the floor and sat frustratedly. I slowly felt my knees trembled in nervousness. He walked toward the back of the boat while I palmed my face. After a few, I heard his steps walking closer. "The motor overheated," he looked completely impassive as he pulled down his sunglasses. I blew out a deep breath. I hardly bit my lips before standing up. "This is all your fault, we shouldn't have used this. Or... or you should have checked the gas and the engine first before we go to that fucking Island!" I angrily said. Gabriel crossed his arms over his bare chest before a grin crept onto his face. "Are you scol
THE FIRE burning in his eyes caught my heart. I suddenly felt scared, for myself and for him. I didn't expect that we'd actually reach the moment that I had to tell everything. I gasped heavily. If I can only cut my breath, I would, but the man in front of me already did. "Gabriel..." I uttered slowly. I closed my eyes to not see his reaction. Angry expletive words filled the air. He released a strong punch just near beside me. "Don't fucking play games with me, Emory..." he growled. I breathed out and my chest tightened. I can feel him pressing himself more. I'm dazed at the hot touch of my chest and arms onto his. My hands that were ready to push him suddenly lost all its energy. "Please... Let me go, Gabriel," I pleaded. I saw him swallowed. "There must be something in you! Just fucking say it!" His voice resonated. "Hezekiah..." I said breathlessly. I can feel my lips trembling. I emitted a tiny gasp when I
This room is huge. I loved the pastel cream color that complimented the white color, especially the wide glass that frames the beach outside. I spent my time looking at the expensive furnitures and framed pictures that welcomed me in the living room. I directed myself to the bathroom. I flicked the lights on and my lips parted at the sight. The whole bathroom was totally jaw dropping. The silvery gray marble bathtub, sink and the shower are perfect. It can even be one whole room at how spacious it was. Like outside, they complimented the gold and white colors of the wall. I turned the bath water on and poured the bubble bottle in. I removed all my clothes and went into the bathtub. It's pretty much good. The water was a little hot. It feels great as I sunk down in it. I leaned my head back against the tub and slowly closed my eyes. I can slowly feel the water becoming warmer that brought comfort to me. I started to fall asleep, but then I felt
Gabriel reached underneath and stroked my clit. I can't go on anymore. I can't help but to shiver as I tried to fight the sensation it brought. "You're so fucking wet for me..." he whispered breathlessly. He carefully moved his finger in and out. I can't help but to move my hips upwards. I held his shoulders tightly and met his eyes. His hair was slightly tangled because of what I did earlier, but still he looks deliciously hot. I bit my lips hard when his fingers went faster. I was delirious at the sensation currently building up inside me. Dammit! I'm about to cum... I can't take it anymore! It's been a long time since I've been intimate with him. I cried out his name as I felt the hot liquid spilled out my sex. I wanted to cover my face in embarrassment. I can't believe I'm this excited for his touch. I bit down my bottom lip, feeling overwhelmed with pleasure. I haven't even recovered from the spasm, but he kissed my lips again.
Until now, I'm still problematic of where this could possibly lead us. Based on the doctor I consulted, once I give the information he wants, he may not want to go back to that past. He might lose some parts of his memories forever, and that's what I don't want to happen. He deserves to know everything about his past but it takes too much time and patience for him to remember what happened in the past years. I sighed, allowing my nerves to relax. It only helped little... or none, probably. I swallowed hard when I noticed his small action. I held my breath in while I'm beside him. He then slowly put the glass of rum on the table and leaned his back against the metallic chair comfortably. "So, how did you know about my past?" His deep mellow voice was enough to make my heart shudder even if he threw his words fluidly. I gulped and hugged myself more in fear. "You have no plans of telling me the truth, am I right?" he asked, voice
"Good morning, Miss Grant! Breakfast is ready..." Hunts told to me with curled lip. I shot him with a smile. "Good morning!" I went with him. Instead of being awkward, I was amused while observing him. "When did you arrive?" I ask him while shrugging my shoulders. "I just got here from Galla, Miss," he answered calmly. I nodded and turned to the lift. I entered the elevator but he remained outside. "Mr. Grant is waiting for you at the lobby. Enjoy the rest of the day, Miss!" His lips slightly lifted before the elevator closed. I stood there, not believing what I heard. My heart started pounding so fast. I suddenly wanted to make the lift go down faster. The door opened and Sean's face greeted me. "Good morning! This way, please..." he assisted me. I awkwardly stepped in. I can't find any emotion in his face, and it made me nervous. We got out of the hotel, and there I realized, we're walking towa