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
Adrian's POV The bitter sweet taste of the wine burned down my throat as I took another sip from the glass. It wasn't as strong as I preferred, but my regular one was too expensive and vintage for a bar to keep in their collection even if it was one of the most luxurious clubs of the city, so it was the best I could get here. Wasting time on bars like these wasn't my thing, I'd rather scheme another strategy on my next project. But taking at least a night off was profitable for a workaholic man like me to keep their head going. So I needed some relaxation at least once a week. It was what Uncle Andrew believed. Thus he gave Liam, his son and my party lover cousin the responsibility to drag me here every Saturday night. To keep my head clear. Well, at first it wasn't that bad. The drinks and girls were alright. But now it was getting old for me. I
Sofia's POV My lips were firmly set as I passed through the half wasted population, away from that arrogant man with an ego bigger than the sky itself. Eyes narrowed and the irritation still formed on my forehead, I tried to ignore the racing of my heart along with the flutterings down my stomach despite the frenzy. The sudden temperature I felt in the room wasn't due to tons of people dancing around me, or my anger. It was an effect of staying too close to someone. A set of electric blue eyes still stared at me at the back of my mind, where his deep husky voice still could be heard. And among the adverse smell of alcohol and sweat, his intoxicating cologne still lingered in my senses. I shook my head, taking my mind off the outer beauty to the inner. I swear to God, I haven't seen such an ill-mannered, arrogant and infuriating man in my whole life! He really thought I was pu
Walking through the busy street, I let myself lose in the swarm of rushing people with little pink clouds of cotton candy melting into my mouth. The fresh morning breeze swayed my chestnut locks away from my shoulders as tender sunlight delicately kissed my skin. My eyes roamed around, and I felt content in my heart. I felt ordinary. Just like the moving crowd around me. No guards breathing on my neck. No weapons surrounding me. With a content smile stretched across my lips, I closed my eyes for a moment and drew in a fistful air of breath. But the smile slipped away from my lips as I stumbled on my legs due to a sudden collision against a hard chest. Looking up, I found a pair of electric blue eyes peering down at my soul. And my heart palpitated beneath my chest at the intensity of them. What's he doing here? Suddenly, a black shadow passed beside me