All Chapters of A TWENTY SOMETHING : Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

BASH I looked at the elevator door again. It's been twenty minutes since Hana reached the tower and Celia went to her suite. My Bee hasn't come yet. I didn't get a chance to kiss her properly because Celia was craving stupid chips at 9 a.m. And Hana had to wear that sweater that hugged her body perfectly in all the right places. She looked so beautiful that I had a hard time looking away. I have to see her now, show her the picture of us, THE MONDAY BUZZ newspaper captured. I hated them capturing something so private. But the picture is so beautiful that I almost forgave them, almost. I have to see her reaction to this. We're getting a lot of exposure. It's not a good thing. But it happened in NEW YORK. It won't reach here in Italy soon unless Elio searches about me on Google which he never does. I still have time to deal with Elio. My phone buzzed with a text from her. She wrote that she was going home. I read the message again to understand it. What does she mean by goi

HANA We fell into a blissful coma. He softened inside and still inside me. One of my legs was over his hip as we lay facing each other. He wants me close, so close that he had to be inside and pull me to his even in his sleep. I smiled, feeling something that no one made me think of before; precious. I felt precious. He made me feel treasured. After everything that happened in the last week and his resistance to having sex, I think that he will be more gentle than necessary. To my surprise, he had been himself. He gave me time to adjust and prepare, and once he got me how he wanted, he gave us what we needed. It didn't feel like we hadn't had this intimate for almost two years. It felt like we did this daily. Our bodies remember us well. Nothing seemed odd or out of place. We are perfect together. But for how long? I felt a lump in my throat. I will tell him today. I will hold no secret and let him choose if he still wants me or not. If I sleep with him one more time, I

BASH I woke up to find Hana staring at me with a small smile. This is one of the things I like about her the most. She doesn't hide her feelings about me. She loves unconditionally without a mask. My eyes dropped to the marks on her neck. Mine. "Good morning," I murmured against her lips. "Good morning, handsome." I chuckled at her words, bringing her close to me. She is naked under the covers and the only thing she wears is the silver chain. She looked exquisite and so perfect. And she shared with me about her past. There's no going back now. She trusts me. I wrapped my hand around her waist, pulling her close. "What am I gonna do with you?" She smiled, flashing her tiny dimple which doesn't appear often unless smiled broadly. "I have a few things in mind which you can do with me." She giggled when I traced the soft skin of her thighs. "Do those things involve my mouth?" "Yes," She moaned as I kneaded her breasts. "And what else?" I qu

HANA "You look happy," Shalini commented, sprawling across the huge couch. "You are marrying him, right?" Mateo asked me for the tenth time. We put Seb to sleep and then started drinking. Mateo still couldn't get over the known fact that Bash was a billionaire. "I precisely remember you calling our story a crime thriller and not a rom-com and that I am stupid to pursue him." I reminded him. "He lives like this. He lives here." He pointed to the vast pool on the balcony of our bedroom. "Everything is a romance. This is awesome." Shalini shook her head, laughing. "He used to own the company we work for, Mateo. What did you expect?" "Reality is different than expectations. Is there any way he might be interested in cute curly-haired guys?" He asked me with puppy eyes. "No," Shalini and I both snapped at once. "He is mine and mine alone." He threw his hands up. "Easy peasy. I'm not interested in him either. But it's high time you lend me money, bestie

Hana Bash was sound asleep beside me and I was scrolling my phone, checking my online notepad. One line caught my attention. "I don't want to be tough. I don't want to be strong. I want to be soft and taken care of."Twenty-three-year-old me wrote this on an exhausted evening, with an empty bank balance, struggling with her nightmares alone. Only I knew how I wished for a miracle to happen in my life while denying the existence of it at the same time! Then, Bash happened. Nothing about me changed. But being strong and tough is not a necessity anymore. I don't have to fight anything alone, not even myself. I tossed my phone away and kissed Bash on his forehead. He stirred a little. And I continued placing wet kisses all over his face. He slowly opened his eyes right when I was about to touch his lips, and kissed me back the intensity that left me breathless. "What's that for?" He asked me with dreamy eyes. My baby is still sleepy. I shrugged, wrapping my hands around