Under The CEO's Spell のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 91 - チャプター 100

Amanda's eyes shone in honest excitement, as she looked from Lucas to Anders. “Oh My God! Now, this is juicy. Who is she?”“Lucas doesn't know what he's talking about,” Anders said dismissively, throwing his hands in the air. “There's no one, okay? I'm just trying to get Sophia off my back without getting on the President’s bad side. That's all.”Amanda's face fell instantly. “That's really bad. I was getting excited about bonding with your woman. It would just be like old times.”“Nothing will ever be like old times,” Anders said forcefully, a vein visible in his throat. “Nothing.” He didn't want to remember it. All that pain had left him in despair. He was a shadow of himself. Anders would never think about his friendship with Amamda without remembering the later part.“Okay,” Amansa said warily. “Maybe not exactly like old times. But you know what I'm talking about.”“There's someone actually.” Lucas had been observing the situation, wondering if he should just say what he knew. An

“Now, this just got interesting,” Amanda chuckled. “I made the greatest decision to come back to Mexico.”But Anders wasn’t listening to her. Every bit of his attention was focused on the man in front of him. He noted the apprehension in his gaze, the way his eyes darted like he was trying to avoid something, how he cleaned his palms on his pants, the first trait of nervousness.“What have you been trying to tell me, Orleans De Acosta?”“I haven’t been speaking Spanish, have I? Stay the fuck away from Veil.” Orleans spat. He felt like he was in control once again before it got rudely snatched away from him.“I hear you loud and clear, Orleans,” Anders sneered, nodding. “But what I don’t understand is the reason you’re so passionate about this. I’ve read about you. One of your many traits is staying away from conflicts. Yet, you have embraced this so wholeheartedly that it has to stem from somewhere with depth.”“You’re trying to psych me up.”“You talked about Sophia getting married t

Veil had just had dinner with her family, and they were in the living room seeing a show. She was smudged in between her parents, a huge bowl of popcorn in her hands. Her father laughed at something one of the characters said, and Veil found herself focusing on the sound rather than the show. She had missed that deep sound that echoed through the walls almost every day while growing up. It had seemed so normal that, at some point, she just got used to it. Maybe overly used to it. But suddenly, that voice was gone, replaced by gloom and quiet. Now, Veil wanted to appreciate every waking moment she still had him around—both of them around. She pulled them into her suddenly, sighing as their warmth met her skin. Her mother knew what she had been thinking about, and she pressed her lips against her hair. “It’s all right now,” she whispered. “We’ll be here for as long as you want.” If she could have forever, Veil would eagerly take it. Her father laughed again, and she pulled her eyes

The first living room was dark, the lights from the stairs casting a dull glow on some parts. The furniture looked even darker, huddled in the middle of black, its arms couched like an obese woman with a child on her arm. Veil gasped as her body collided with a breathing brick wall, the door closing behind her. Her hands flew up instinctively, resting on his chest. It moved slowly, her hands along with it. It rattled Veil, and she released a breath, too, the heat swirling through her, sharpening her senses. She was aware of him, of the heat that radiated through him, his warm breath hovering over her head, his strong arm wrapping around her waist. Veil breathed him in, his heady scent that sent delicious thrills to the pit of her stomach and made her ache between her thighs. He whispered something into her ears, but Veil was too distracted by the low vibration traveling from his throat. She shivered deliciously as goose bumps erupted on her skin, her pores alert, sizzling at every

Anders made love to her that night more passionately than he had ever done with anyone. He was in the moment, with nothing else coming to the fore. The whole world might be burning, but they wouldn’t know. Anders and Veil were consumed by each other, their yearnings tugging them towards each other. They moved from the couch to the floor when it became too hot, even with the soft whir of the air conditioner. They marked the tiled ground with every whisper, every tease, the soft sighs, the gasps, the eye rolls, the beautiful orgasms. They were whole with each other, and for the first time, Veil didn’t feel the need to shy away from what they were. Even though there wasn’t a word to it. They were just Anders and Veil. Simply Anders and Veil. His arms were draped across her torso when she woke up, the weight almost crushing her. She moved slowly, trying to get his hand off, but it only made him pull her closer in his sleep, wrapping his hand around her. She felt his heart thud ag