Kayla cleaned up in a bedroom Anthony gave her, a bedroom she half-expected to be as splendid as it was since she was an enemy. She proceeded to the dining area before 7:30p.m. Given that she didn't know her way around the house, Amy took her to the dining area herself. The moment Kayla walked to the dining area and saw Anthony, her anger heightened. The very fact this strange idiot claimed to be Clinton was upsetting. Anthony was on the phone when Amy showed up with Kayla. He got off the phone and offered his whole focus to Kayla precisely, tracking her as she walked towards the table. Her beauty was breathtaking, no doubt someone might get spellbound staring at her. But he wanted that pretty face looking some other way, maybe… agonizing. Kayla averted her eyes and pulled up a chair opposite him, facing him directly. When Amy left the dining area, Kayla looked down at the table, her hands nervously folded into fists. Being alone with Anthony gave her an extreme insecure feeling tha
A soothing music played at a restaurant in the dark, cool evening. Customers in the restaurant discussed in high spirits, but the restaurant was soundproofed to prevent a racket. Waiters and waitresses sailed around the restaurant, serving their customers. Nothing was more nerve-racking, awkward and embarrassing to June than having dinner at a restaurant with the man who now owned Asrijet. What would people say about it? June forced herself to be happy, smiling at everything he said at the table while her mind wondered his intentions. Tally barely took her eyes off Anthony. She sort of doubted if she had met face-to-face with such a beauty before. His kissable, reddish-pink lips mesmerized the sense out of her. Was she to focus on his killer blue eyes, sparking her brain with every glimpse he shot her way, or his ripped body that fought to tear his grey shirt open. She could not imagine pulling on his neatly combed-back, dirty blonde hair while they kiss under the shower. She'd neve
Driving home in the car with Anthony hung Kayla’s heart above normality, leaving signs of anxiety on her face. That horrible feeling that came with being around him was nothing she could put to words, though she sensed it was unsafe. His words at the restaurant stuck around, gnawing on her mind so much that she got the urge to jump off the riding car at the thought of what he’d do to her. Often, she flicked him a sidelong glance to learn his intentions through his face. She puffed silently and imperceptibly, her eyes flitting about, her blood running cold with fear as her fingers shivered, but she held them tight to hide her uneasiness. Although her efforts, not every ounce of her nervousness hid. Anthony had been burning with the fury he fought to tame, yet the raging beast exploded, consuming his mind with dark desires. Not that he didn’t want to indulge in these crucial desires, he just controlled himself. He looked at her, but she didn’t return his glance. That profound, uncontr
Peach and White were basically the colors in the magnificent Banquet Hall, decorated with too many alluring decors. Many were the lights in the Hall, but only the stunning waterfall crystal chandelier at the dance floor was on. On the floor of the dance floor was a monogram, A&K with a large peach flower crest around it. Beautiful flower arrangements; peach taper candles in white taper candleholders adorned every guest’s table. A few guests left their candles on, others enjoyed it off. Guests, except for the servers who were in uniform, gussied up amazingly. A love song played softly, kindling a whelming feeling of affection, which quietened the hall as guests immersed themselves in the syrupy feeling. Most guests, rather than all, hooked their attention on the newlywed who were dancing on the dance floor in the middle of the hall. Many guests cared to film the moment. Anthony was charming in his wedding looks. Perhaps he spent way more hours preparing his enticing looks. He even mad
So, this was the scent making his wolf flip with excitement and trying to unleash himself in the public. Kayla Jonathan? It was her skunking scent calling him this whole time. Vanilla and raspberry it was, but her fragrance surpassed just vanilla and raspberry — she smelled finger-lickin’ good. There was something more to her scent which he sensed was different from humans. If he put it into a guess, he'd say she smelled heavenly and refreshing, maybe like a faerie. A faerie married a hybrid? He put his thought aside, and his eyes browsed through her. That shapeless, lanky girl he used to know had transformed into a beautiful, hourglass woman in every man's dream. He could hear his wolf growling his excitement. As if his wolf’s dopamine and serotonin rushed into his human side, he just couldn’t stop smiling. It seemed his wolf picked so much interest in her. ‘Hey, Wolan, no second chance mate allowed, not to mention this one is married,’ he warned within his mind to whist his wolf bec
Several people were in the hotel lobby doing their various kinds of activity. Anthony stood in the lobby. One of his hands tarried inside his pocket and the other holding his phone to his ear. He was on the phone with someone who must have given him some bad news that left his brow furrowed. ‘A letter came to Toflan for you today, Anthony. No sender's name. No address or contact info. Just a paper in an envelope. I can't seem to tell whether it's a shifter behind the letter or a human. Check it out yourself, I sent it via W******p.’ Frank, his secretary spoke over the phone. Right after Frank ended the call, Anthony checked the letter. Of course he expected a complete shit. ‘A beautiful wife there, man. How interesting will it be to have a bullet in her head? Maybe… a silver bullet.’ An opulent hotel suite was romantically decorated, quiet as a graveyard. Red petals spread throughout the white bed; in the middle of the bed came a love shape designed with petals. Surrounding the bed
Kayla laid on her side, gasping for air. Her hand squeezing the sheet hard as she struggled to resuscitate herself. He approached the nightstand and took the contraceptive from the drawer. Easing two capsules in his mouth, he tossed the medication bottle across the room, then sauntered back to the bed with dead slow and dominant steps. The look on his face, the gaze he placed on her — spelled out his dark intentions. Kayla sprung back to a conscious state, though a bit exhausted. The moment she felt his weight at the edge of the bed, fear surged through her as she swivelled her head down, only to see he’d moved near her legs already. Before she could make a dash, he seized her legs and wrenched her back on the bed, settling over her. He took her hands and locked them above her head with only one of his big, steely hand. She was left breathless under him, gazing into his flaming eyes that constantly heightened the fear within her. His warm breath brushed over her face as his face
Yesterday slipped by with every pain and rage, and it seemed the new day was about to deepen yesterday's emotions when Kayla sat at the table in her office, paying full attention to a twenty-year-old Madison who was a speaker of ASL, interpreting her dumb mother’s bodily signs. Her first mute client… God help her. “Except your daughters, are there more witnesses or evidence that can help us through the case?” Kayla asked Monica Smithfield, Madison's mother. Monica nodded briskly, self-assured. She reached for a tote bag which sat on her legs, her hands trembling as she took a pile of documents out from the bag and set them on the desk. Monica's restless and shaky movements had almost got Kayla begging her to relax. Monica's little daughter, Sophia, who stood beside Monica, sadly, if not angrily, dimmed her eyes at her mother's uneasiness. “I need you to calm down, Mommy, you’re scaring me. I don’t want you to leave Maddie and I like daddy did,” she sniveled. Moved by her daughter’s