It was happening! The thing which I was afraid of. I knew from the very first day that I was attracted to her but the attraction blooming into something else was off my list. I have been hurt before, I let my heart shatter into pieces before, it was still wounded and I just managed to live with it. But I won't let her heal it and then stab it again until I couldn't even bear with the pain anymore. I saw the nervousness in her eyes when I tried to initiate the first step. I'm aware that she hates me and it's better to let it be like this. But something in my heart clicked when she did that, a tinge of pain maybe?I went back to bed and settled on my side. I felt the bed sinking on the other side when she came out and laid beside me. "I don't know what to say, but I'm sorry" I mumbled after a long moment of solitude between us. I felt her head jerking in my direction at my words but she didn't say a word. I turned my head towards her and found her staring at me. Her eyes held so man
I had a terrific nightmare in which I saw that the woman named "Didi" again snatched me away from Arnold this time. He was trying to help me but he couldn't because there was that goon of Didi who shot him twice. And he fell down and I'm afraid he was dead. This was the most horrible thing for me, my biggest fear of getting back to the brothel. And when I woke up, finally broke from the dream I expected him by my side. But he was nowhere to be seen, I checked my bathroom and downstairs like a maniac. But he was nowhere, the house was empty. And my guts didn't give me good feelings. I almost thought that my nightmare might've come true. I cried so bad in fear that my limbs were even frozen. My mind was in a haze and I couldn't think straight. The only person I wanted right by my side was Arnold. I couldn't calm down before seeing him. In all these months of our marriage, he never left me alone like this. It was around 06:00 am when I woke up and it was very early for him to leave for
We soon landed in Paris and it was around midnight. My chauffeur dropped us to our hotel where I already booked a room beforehand. I had my meeting early tomorrow morning and I planned to spend the rest of the remaining days with her, roaming around the city. Although it was a short trip, I was glad that I finally had a moment to take a break and breathe. Moreover Camellia never had the chance of going on a honeymoon as I was not a very responsible husband. We checked into our room and the bellboy placed the luggage inside. It was a well designed suite room with its luxurious structure. No wonder Jonas did a good job at his work. Camellia was stunned with the interior and it was impossible for her to hide her surprised eyes. A satisfaction crept into my veins when I realised that she actually liked it. She opened the luggage and started placing the clothes in the wardrobe. "You can do it in the morning, we have enough time" I suggested because it was late at night and it was better
I cannot believe that he could be so caring. Last night felt like an ethereal dream. All my life I have endured pain in my periods because my mother used to say that all women have to. Using oils and all that stuff is a luxury. I woke up to find the other side of the bed empty. But a note was stuck on the header of the bed and a breakfast tray was placed on the table across the couch. I wondered what time it was. I grabbed my phone from the bedside table and it was already around 09:00 am. I tucked out the note and read it, "Be ready by 11:00 am. We'll be leaving for shopping. Have breakfast and take a good rest. I have a meeting to run to. " The short notice was enough to tell me that i'll be stuck in this beautiful room located in this city of love for the next two hours. I opened the window with a gush of cold air hitting me in the face. I liked it, as I admired the Eiffel tower from afar. What an amazing view it was from the hotel!The trip I was dreaming to plan in my next fiv
I never imagined that Arnold was such an extrovert with such amazing social skills. We had the most delicious lunch in a posh restaurant at the Eiffel tower and he made me drink the most exquisite wine of the french people. Surprisingly he already had a reservation beforehand or we wouldn't have stood a chance there. The wine was a vintage edition and it was hella expensive. We roamed the streets of Paris and discovered the beautiful sights. We saw the famous attractions such as Musée du Louvre museum and even spent a while on Seine River's bridge. Arnold looked happy most of the time with a smile plastered on his face. But the weirdest thing I noticed was the people kissing everywhere. Making out at the end of the streets, on top of bridges, on the roads and in cars. He didn't show any reaction to it but my cheeks were red every time I witnessed such a sight. He was exceptionally in such a good mood and I couldn't bring myself on my toes because it really felt like an amazing break
Her question hit me like a stone thrown in darkness. I didn't know how to react or even respond but something shifted in me. My mind was battling with itself, not sure what to answer her. She was asking about my first wife and I should have been prepared for that but I wasn't. Edward was an old friend and I surely came to Paris with my first wife and unfortunately she was the one who showed me that outlet. She herself even bought a dress from Edward and I don't know what I was thinking when I also took Camellia there and bought her dress designed by Edward. Well it was not his fault to mention my first wife but Camellia surely wasn't letting go of that. "Tell me Arnold! Who is your first wife? And where is she?" She repeated her question once again and the hanger in my hand broke with a clicking sound, sharp to my ears. "This is none of your concern. It's my past and I'm not answerable to you for that" my voice came out harsher and colder than I intended. We were really improving o
She was still nowhere in sight and I was tired after meeting so many people. The women's gaze followed me wherever I was standing and the men had nothing to talk about except business and their future plans. However I was a bit thankful too because Camellia was a distraction, I couldn't focus on anything if she was by my side. I excused myself and headed towards the restroom where she disappeared 20 minutes ago. I was in my tracks when a woman appeared in front of me and blocked my way. "Mr Arnold! What a coincidence! I hope you remember me!" The brunette placed a hand on my chest and spoke. It took me a moment to realise that she was one of the fuck buddies I had before I married Camellia. This one was the wife of my competitor whom I fucked multiple times and after I dumped her, she married one of my competitors to poke me. But only if she knew I don't get worked up like that. Most importantly, she threatened me to expose my secrets but she knew better that I was in mafia. Whatev
His hands travelled down until the zipper fully released my body. But still he didn't move back and gave me space. Instead his hands moved up to my shoulders and he started removing the dress himself. I don't know what he was doing and my heart was deeply hurt to feel all of this, yet I couldn't stop him. A part of me was curious even though my chin wobbled from all the crying. He removed the dress from my shoulders, down to my curves, then from my ass and it finally gathered around my toes. Leaving me half naked, only in my undergarments, I didn't feel shame in front of him. But yet I was hesitant even though he already saw me naked multiple times. His hands roughly caressed my body, every inch with his palms. He wrapped his hand around my throat, then to my chest where it all the way created tingles. Lingering around my bosoms, he finally yanked the bra down. Playing with my nipples and moulding them in his calloused hands. While the other caressed the hem of my panties. I wondere