The dry leaves and wee trunks crumbled under my feet as my hesitant legs trudged through the eerie tacit cemetery. Only the chirping of the birds, hidden behind the heavy branches of the mighty trees that surrounded the cemetery, could be heard around the silent graveyard.
Placing down the fresh Lilies before the newly wrought tombstone, my eyes roamed over the epitaph engraved on the stone.
'Tim Jonathan Reeves
1968-2020
A doting father and a courageous man we will always remember with pride in our hearts.'
"You shouldn't be here, you know? It's your wedding today," a whisper came from beside me.
Blinking away the moisture in my eyes, I turned to her. Her gaze set on the gravestone before us.
"I came to seek blessings from the person who has treated me as his own daughter all his life." And to say thanks too. After all, because of him I
My lips parted at the sight of him.The charcoal black tux he donned with a white shirt underneath hugged his broad and powerful upper body perfectly. Black pants, shiny black shoes and a blush pink pocket square, matching my gown, completed his look. With his dark strands combed back neatly, his jaw was clean shaved. My hands itched to touch them.Gosh!A breathless sigh left my lips. My eyes couldn't move away from the Greek god before me.He looked… sinfully gorgeous.My poor heart had difficulties to beat normally in his presence.And with that particular intoxicating cologne of his wafting to my nostrils, it just made the butterflies in my tummy crazy.I was so busy drooling at my man that I almost didn't notice how his eyes trailed down my body. Slowly and sensuously.A shiver ran
Glancing over my shoulder, he looked at the priest. "You can start now. And yes," his features hardened, "Make it quick!""Y-yes, of course, Mr. Larsen!" Came a timid reply behind me."Eager for the honeymoon?" Dimitri teased. Liam burst into laughter at that. While John had a small smile dancing on his lips, Dominic looked unbothered.All of them donned tuxedos, much similar to Adrian.As my soon to be husband sent a murderous glare at Liam, the ambience around us cackled with mirth.The priest came over and we exchanged the rings. And then everything seemed to pass like a blur until the priest asked the most awaited question."Do you, Adrian Timothy Larsen, son of Sinister Timothy Petrosyan, take Sofia Annabeth McCommer as your wife?""I do," he answered without any hesitation.My heart pounded down my c
As soon as the car came to a halt, the driver was fast to get out and run to the door of Adrian's side.He pulled the door open. But his employer didn't make any effort to step out. He kept typing his phone at a furious pace, a permanent frown was set on his wide forehead.A sigh left me.Nodding at the awkward driver, signaling him to leave, I turned to my achingly beautiful and infuriating husband."We are here," I said.No answer.Not even a glance."The pilot is waiting for us."Ignored.I rolled my eyes.He has been in this foul mood since Sinister called and invited us to a very important family event in Russia. And Lilly's being there with her former yet new partner was the main reason behind the stick that stuck up my husband's ass. Lilly shifted to R
"Sofia!" Strong arms wrapped around me, pulling me back from Anastasia. "What's wrong, baby?" Turning to her, he growled out. "What did you do to her?"Flinching back, she clutched Dominic's hand. A fear along with concern laced across her face."I… I didn't do anything.""Adrian." Putting her behind him, Dominic warned him.Just as Adrian was about to snap back, I held on his shoulder."She didn't do anything. It's the baby. It kicked." Rubbing my tummy, I took a deep breath.It often kicked, but today it seemed like my junior Adrian was overly energized today.A sigh of relief left him. Kissing my temple, he cupped my cheek. "You alright? It doesn't hurt, right?"Nodding, I turned to Anastasia. "It seems like this little one already likes you. Otherwise it doesn't kick that hard. And I'm sorry abo
As soon as Martha walked out after showing me our room, I was pulled flush against a hard chest. With one of his fists clutching my hair, my face was inches away from his furious one. Even when he was livid, the arm that wrapped around my waist, gripping me tight, was protective. His hold on my hair was gentle."What the hell do you think you're doing?" he hissed. Electric blue eyes were dark and flaming."What am I doing?" I blinked, licking my lower lip. "I just needed rest."His gaze followed the action. With a groan reverberating throughout his chest, he cupped my chin. Giving my lower lip a firm brush, he thrust his thumb in my mouth.My heart raced down my ribcage as I sucked on his finger, with my hooded eyes set on his. The desire came back to life in my veins.Letting out a grunt, he pressed his mouth against mine. A breathless moan escaped me as I pressed my
The cogent sound of the grinder and the sharp smell of the spicy sauce wafted across the kitchen. While Nana cut the cherry tomatoes I hated for her authentic Italian pasta. Dangling my feet down the kitchen counter, I turned another page of the magazine where faces of handsome models were portrayed. This was the best a twelve years old could do to pass her boring time. Well, they were… what the girls in my class called them again? Yes, hot! "What're you ogling at those half naked men, girl?" Nana asked, glancing at me from the corner of her aged eyes. "I'm not ogling! Just looking. And why not? They're handsome, and… hot!" Her nose scrunched hearing my reply. "Good God! Where did you learn that word, young lady? And those men," she said, taking the magazine from my hand, "there is nothing beautiful about them. They look like some hair
A week has passed and the ambience around the house was still tense. Dad, Max and Robert stayed in Dad's study most of the time; meetings after meetings were held in private, me, Mom and Alex excluded. I barely met them twice at dinner this week, but the heavy aura around them didn't excite me for my queries. Though I was born and raised in a mafia family, I was totally kept away from their dark world all my life; the same went with Mom and Alex. It was not that they were interested in it anyway. And nor was I. I myself wanted to do nothing with the mafia activities. But in situations like these, I wanted to know what was happening around me. Only if they would let me. For my father and brother, I was too fragile and innocent to get myself tangled with the underworld issues. And that's why I was currently standing next to the door of Dad's study. Another closed meeting was running inside and I was eager to kn
"I still don't think it's a good idea." I bit my lip, staring at myself in the mirror. I couldn't even recognize myself. "Shut up! We're going and that's final! Everything is taken care of, we just have to go through the plan," Laura said, giving the final touches to my makeover. It was the day we were going to pull that stunt. The weekend had arrived in the blink of an eye. And I wasn't still convinced about her plan. Even if deep down I was quite excited about going out to have some fun, I was dreading the consequences if Dad somehow found out. "Don't you think it's too short?" I tugged at the end of the dress that Laura chose for me. It was a beautiful black off shoulder dress that reached till my mid thighs and hugged my body perfectly, showing off my curves with a little glimpse of my cleavage. "Nonsense! You're looking gorgeous in that dress! I wish I