Later, you could figure that out. And as we agreed, she should always be with you."
She yelled, "She's not my servant; she's a buddy."He laughed at her response. "That's one thing I admire about you, Izabella. Your devotion is free.""And I have no idea why you refer to me as your wife. You're crazy," She went on to remark.He said, "I will not pursue that matter until I speak with Shanda. Join me for lunch, please.""No. I'm headed-"He interrupted her as she was ready to speak, "No. It would be best if you ate before going anywhere. Come to lunch with me. Perhaps dinner, too. Pick anyone, baby. Eating or sleeping?"The last choice made her flush. Her bag, hanging from her shoulder, fell to her feet, and his hand motioned it and flung it into his hand. What Izabella witnessed astounded her.He motioned for her to follow him with her bag, saying, "Come, follow me before you pass out at the entrance."No! Her intellect argued that he couldn't have her bag. I need it.She had no choice than followed him as he walked away, gazing at his back till he was no longer in view. She then began to follow his lead.Aleksander observed the woman with whom he was having lunch on the terrace slowly and thoughtfully. She would occasionally cast a glance his way. He was aware of her hunger. He served his food primarily to encourage her to do the same. She used to be pale, but her face was radiant now that she had finished her food.
She stared at him with considerable worry when the phone in her bag rang. He took her bag off her back and pulled her phone out. He approached her and took her hand to reach the phone's screen. It became illuminated.
When her screen unlocked, he grinned and answered the call when he saw the caller's name appear on the screen."Good day, Shanda," He greeted and pressed the speaker icon. "It's me," he said. He wanted Izabella to hear what they were saying. "I'm hoping this voice is still in your head.""Please tell me who this is.""My friend, I'll give you a clue," Aleksander smiled. "The man from Greece, eleven months ago, I wed your war freak pal.""God, oh God! Aleksander? Is that you?"Izabella's eyes grew gloomy. She could hear her closest friend's delight in the voice. Her mind began to wonder about the man's assertion as a result. Why is it that she had no memory of this gorgeous man? He was known to her best buddy."Shanda, in actual flesh and blood. Come over here so we can speak.""Oh. I can't. I have to get her. Are you using her phone? Hold on!""She's with me in her fighting mood," Aleksander laughed. "What became of my wife?""Oh, I apologize. Aleks, it's a long story.""Go to the location where you'll meet her. You will be led up the building by a guard."Okay, handsome. See you!"When she squinted and saw the man staring down at her, she felt her body rising. She felt herself floating to realize he was carrying her in his arms.
She inhaled deeply, and as she felt like dropping, her eyes began to mist with moisture. As he placed her on the comfortable bed, the man moaned when she felt his body fall in place between her legs.
She felt him move his hand, bringing her closer even though she had closed her eyes. He drew her in by wrapping his fingers in her hair.
"Izabella..." He whispered.
She groaned when she heard that enticing rumble against her lips—the dream caller who spoke to her.
She struggled against the wave of slumber she couldn't comprehend, dragging him close to total darkness while attempting to turn to face the voice's owner.
"Izabella..." He muttered against her lips once more. He clamped his lips to hers, sending electricity through her.
She raised her hands, cupping the man's face as if they had consciousness.
His beautiful blue water-pool eyes sliced right through her and filled her with an intense feeling of yearning as she stared into their crude warmth. He then exhaled profoundly and shut his eyes.
When he finally opened them, she felt a burning desire pass through his eyes, a mixture of golden-red, and heard a primal growl rumble deep inside his chest as he lowered his head and drew nearer.
Izabella pushed against him while groaning as he put his arm beneath her back between the softness of the bed, debilitating her heart to bounce out of her chest. He grabbed her hips, slamming into her between their dresses as he took her mouth with his tongue, and she couldn't help but moan louder.
The gentle and slow-starting kiss ended as a rising mutual need overcame it. Izabella followed his lead blindly, and in an authoritarian maneuver, their tongues engaged in combat. Her hands were on his chest, perhaps trying to hold onto something solid, but soon they looped around his neck, putting her closer to his inclined body.
When Aleksander's hands retreated down her back, she let out a hushed groan that echoed to her toes. His hands cupped her bottom as they glided over the contours of her belly and hips. His firm grip on her body caused his areolas to chafe against her pullover as he drew her closer to him against his chest.
He nipped the outer shell of her ear between his lips as he ran his lips along her neck with that terrible sound.
"Izabella, I can smell your need, and I promise that as soon as you're ready to claim me, I will pleasure you until my name is inscribed on your body."
Before eventually separating himself, he gave her hair a short kiss. The agony was beyond anything she had ever known when she was finally freed.
When she turned to face the man, she saw that he was watching her just as she had been watching him. As their eyes connected, something in her was triggered, something more than desire, and she experienced her soul reaching out to him.
Aleksander gave her an achingly slow, sweet kiss while grinning but quickly pulled away.
He deliberately whispered, "Go and float in the valley of dreams and take me with you," with a sly twinkle in his eye.
He got up and carefully walked away from her, and she tossed in bed, a smile leaping at her lips. She became agitated, and her eyes jerked open when the sun's glare entered the room. Her gaze remained fixed on the photo of her holding her father.
As she came to terms with the situation, her head jerked around the room, and a frown formed.
Gosh! What an odd experience; even though it was only a dream, I could picture that man claiming me as his wife. And it seemed like his breathing was crawling across my skin as he kissed me with lips seared into my flesh.
She raised her hands and said, "Okay, I'm getting crazy." And she rolled her eyes in her square room, lying there as if she were dreaming. She shut her eyes again as if she needed to return to that fleeting dream.
I felt the man in my dream was incredibly handsome and well-off. He appeared to be in shock by the way he looked at me. However, it was simply a dream. I must feel driven to confront the reality of loneliness now that I'm awake. She told herself and let out a deep breath. Okay, enough of being in dreamland, she reasoned. I needed to get up before my stepmother entered my room.
She gingerly stood up, planted her feet on the floor, and put on her soft, fluffy house shoes. She tried to regain her composure as confusion overcame her when she looked at her outfit and saw that it was her dress during her flight for interviews.
Izabella grimaced when she came to that conclusion. The details of her dream in which she wore her outfit from those minutes suddenly came to life in her imagination.
What's going on with me? Why am I not dressed for sleep? In shock, she pondered while reaching for her hurting lips with both hands. As her heartbeat started to pound in her chest, she swallowed. Or did those sweet kisses occur in my room, or was it all just a dream?
The repeated taps on her bedroom door took her mind off her terror.
"Yes?" Through a partially open door, she questioned their servant. "Mindy, what is it?"
The maid answered, "Your dad wants to have breakfast with you in fifteen minutes."
"Ugh. Is there a problem?" She asked with a grimace.
"He is conversing with a guest who he had invited to breakfast."
"All right, I'll be there, but first, I need to shower."
"Missy, I'll let your dad know."
"Thank you, Mindy."
She shut the bedroom door and looked for the bag she had been carrying. It was perched on the bedside table, she discovered.
Images flew through her thoughts, and she sat on the edge of the bed, grabbed her bag, inspected what was inside, and heaved a relieved sigh. Was holding my bag in his hands simply a dream? She frowned as her mind debated. She shook her head in irritation at how jumbled her thoughts were. She hurriedly phoned her friend after removing her phone from her bag. She grimaced. She tried a couple of times to call her best friend, but Shanda was inaccessible. Why? It was the first ever she was unreachable. As she recalled that her father was waiting, she sighed in annoyance. She wasn't surprised because her father usually wanted to spend time with her when he wasn't in a rush, and she didn't want to miss it since she didn't see him much. He worked either at the furniture business he founded or his secret underground lab. Her father wished to hide that he was a known scientist but was prepared to be forgotten. Non-existing to avoid interrogation. THE SMILE that was ready on Izabella's lips
The moment Izabella got out of the house, Aleksander walked towards her. They walked in silence. “You seemed miles away,” commented. She stopped walking as they were making their way to the car. Aleksander glanced at her. Silently, the man's brows met. "Don't laugh at me, but I want to clear one thing," she said gently. "Feel free. What is it about?" "How did you know where I live?" "I know since I arrived at the stadium yesterday." She gasped at that knowledge. "So, it's like you've been stalking me?" "No. I arrived yesterday from Greece. I was supposed to attend your graduation, but I felt I should wait until we talked. And I was planning to yesterday when I followed your gathering in that hotel, but as you bumped into me, I saw in your eyes that you didn't recognize me. I went early to visit you, but Mindy said you left so early. And then I found you on the street...: His tone had an accusing manner, making her blush. “I see. But I'm not coming back to your office. I have
The two men pivoted to look at her. She was stunned when the bulky men advanced in her direction. She started running in trepidation, but she slipped and fell. Then she felt a hand holding her feet and pulling her up but let go of her suddenly. From the ground, she bolted upright and faced them, but she was shocked to see the familiar figure of a man fighting with the bulky warriors. Ugh. I cannot be confused, no. I saw a green creature with the same skin in my dream, but that was like five years ago, the last time I saw him. Izabella reflected as she fixed her gaze on the warrior among the tricksters who was the most rooted. All of them were propelled into the air and vanished. Her position on the lush ground caught his attention as he halted and quickly peed into the distance to ensure they weren't in danger of attack. He moved quickly and appeared in front of her in a flash, immobilizing her. He amplified his hand to her. She reached for the warrior's palm already in front of h
When Larry said, "Feel at home, madame. I'll pick up Levitra first," she was pulled back to the present. Izabella felt relieved she would have the chance to spend time by his side. She took a deep breath and stared at him, shaking on the large bed. He opened his eyes gradually after sensing her presence. The man chuckled, "You looked like you were going to pass out. Come over here." He held his hand, and she softly walked up and palmed it. She was honest when she said, "I'm worried about you. "Will you be alright?" He replied, "There's no need for that, Iza. I'll be okay. "Don't worry, I'll be on my feet tomorrow," the speaker said. "Are you sure you're not giving me empty hope?” The only reaction was a head tilt from Aleksander. "I did not come back here and be let down," The determination in his voice compelled her to question, "What do you mean, Aleks?" Due to the pounding feet, Aleksander was unable to respond. And then, a woman with dark skin and long, curly hair appeared
Her eyes narrowed when she looked at her hands on the wheels. It was turning hairy, and her fingers were becoming elongated. She felt a hot, almost burning sensation all over her body amidst the air-con blowing. But before Izabella could be processed what was going on with her, a car at high speed came in front of her. The headlights blinded her then she felt like she was ruling in the air. And then her head hit a metal frame before blackness took her. And then she felt him. He moved closer until that warm breath fanned against her ear again. He breathed into it. "Izabella," he growled, making her body tremble. No! She screamed and started running without looking back. "Iza!" That voice seemed worried and troubled. And a muffled cry. She stooped, fighting the hands that held her. And slowly, she opened her eyes. "Oh, God! Thank you, you're awake now..." "S-Shanda..." she uttered and leaked her lips. "What happened? Where am I?" Before her friend could reply, the door opened, an
"You're a brilliant woman, Izabella," he replied, causing him to appear amused. A mocking smile appeared on her lips. "That gives me creeps "Save your breath for the fiery question which you might need later. I expect that you empty your plate so I can talk to you with sense," the man said and headed to the door. Her eyes followed the man. "Wait," she called, and he paused at the doorway, his piercing blue eyes returning her gaze. "Who are you? Are you some philanthropist or-" "I am the owner of this house." She waited for him to go on, but his bright arched brow seemed he was done talking. "Can you tell me why I am here?" "As I've said, eat your food, and your questions will be entertained once you're in the right mind. You need it after that drugs were injected into your bloodstream." "H-how did you know?" "I talked to the doctor who examined you. Now, be a good girl and eat." "I'm not done talking," she insisted. The man slowly turned his back to face her again. His arms
"No," he said, his voice a profound roll that made her shudder despite the sweat breaking out over her skin. "Don't fight.""Why not? So, you'll seize me like Felix did and sedate me?" She hissed.Shaking his head, he peered over her head."I appreciate you coming, Shanda. When she is calm, I'll phone you.""No! Don't leave me here," she pleaded. "I want to go with you. Call my dad, Shanda."Shanda hesitated. She was looking from Izabella to the man."You know the right thing to do, Shanda. You know she'd been with me for almost a week, and I never hurt or took advantage of her," Aleksander reasoned."Don't listen to him, Shanda. Please!" Izabella screamed when her friend left without a second thought. "Shanda, help me! I want to go home with you.""Stop it," he ordered. "Don't waste your energy for nothing."His words made her angry. She glared at him and bit his hand down hard.He swore under his breath and growled.Unceremoniously, he lifted her over his shoulder and carried her to
The sudden urge to claim her rose - hotter than the blood in his veins - and he had to clench his jaw to keep himself in check. But he could not stop himself from nosing the curve of her neck, inhaling deeply as a low growl rumbled in his chest. More animals than Khrall. His loin stirred to life, which he was aware she felt, and his desire grew more potent at the strangled gasp that passed her lips. It's uncommon for anybody to evoke such a reaction from him and never had it come from somebody he scarcely knew and as youthful as the lady concerned. He sighed deeply and groaned at the images that played in his mind of what had happened a while ago. How could he forget the heat from their body contact as he carried her? When she attempted moving once more, he was constrained to act. Sliding her from his shoulder, he denied her face into his chest and held her legs until they were wrapped around his hips. It was not a perfect position, as he felt her bouncing against his crotch with ea