"Who knows?" he said after a pause. "I've never considered marrying anyone else." Her stomach quivered. She ignores it, focusing on what he reveals with very short answers. "Why not?" He pursed his lips together in a hint of exasperation. "You're not going to give up, are you?" "Is this some big secret?" He hesitated for a moment, then shook his head. "It's not something I usually discuss, but no, it's not what I call a secret either."He finishes his beer, leans against the bar, and gazes out to sea. Viewed from the side, his face is determined and strong. "My parent's marriage was hell on earth. Their unique love-hate relationship was my purgatory from birth. I learned to walk on eggshells as a child, and I hated it. I was a very young child when I decided to live on my own I'm just a boy. I don't want to fight like them.""I don't want to know the tension of going from love and peace to hate and anger." His eyes were burning on the horizon. "They were always fighting. I mean, t
Paraiso De Montero, Amy couldn't help thinking how elegant the name was as his yacht approached a small pontoon. Even on the deck of the ship, she could see the calm atmosphere here. Tall green cliffs surrounded by dark green grass and spiky trees descend gradually to form a white sandy beach overgrown with dense trees, creating the impression of nature running amok,Through the busy, old tree trunks, she caught a glimpse of a home - so fleeting, she couldn't see much detail, so her stomach was full of curiosity and anticipation. But it's not just the scenery. There is a subtle ephemerality to the light, her fingers crave the familiar brush grip again, and her artistic mind analyzes texture, shape, and color, imagining exactly how she would capture this natural palette.As the crew steered the boat into the dock and expertly guided it to the edge of the pontoon, Amy stood on the railing with her elbows on the railing, her hair ruffled by the warm breeze, her eyes on the island. She had
Victor doesn't think of his parents very often, and he hasn't dreamed of them in years—since his mother died, his brain mixes random, ancient memories into it, so every dawn brings there, comes feeling. As he tries to wriggle his way back to the correct time zone and reality, he is completely disoriented. But that night, lying alone in Paraiso's bed, he dreamed of his mother and father, their quarrels fresh in his mind as if they had happened all over again.He dreams of the worst of the night—his mother threatening suicide, and a thirteen-year-old girl—and Victor runs out of his room to find her, with racing heart and chest pain. They were in the kitchen, mother tear-stained, father determined and ruthless. His mother held a butcher knife with which she sliced the grapes when they were ripe and fresh off the vine."I hate you so much," she sobbed, raising the knife even higher. Victor didn't realize he was making a sound, but he must have, because his mother turned to face him, her
It's one thing to promise yourself in the wee hours of the morning to respect your boundaries and make sex less of an issue, but quite another to see his new wife in a revealing blouse. Her tanned, smooth thighs cling to her body like a second skin, as she apparently wears them while swimming.She was lying on a recliner with her face tilted toward the house, her eyes closed, and her brown hair falling to her shoulders. She looks beautiful, untouchable, and downright sexy. So much for good intentions. When all his blood had pooled in a particular part of his body, he walked towards her, glad that his shorts were black and could somehow hide the evidence of her attractiveness. He moved until his shadow was on her face, and he watched and waited.Slowly, her eyes opened, locked on to his, and a frown briefly tightened her face, then she sat up, embarrassed and self-conscious, reaching for the towel and pinning it to her chest, as if she wasn't one of his business shirts, it was hers.
Her heart skipped a beat, but she refused to read anything from his acknowledgment. After all, they've both said that their night together was a mistake. He wasn't acknowledging some longstanding unrequited love. "He treated you badly, how dare he!" Victor continued, moving his hand to the collar of the business shirt she was wearing, fingers gripping the fabric.The water churned in the water, and she was secretly aware of her bare stomach, almost naked under her shirt, with only a thin piece of underwear protecting her modesty. This realization is igniting her soul, bringing her closer and closer to the desire she knows she should fight for. "Yes but," she said simply, because he had been. "Y-you deserve better."She wondered in her heart whether she should leave him. This would be a wise move. She assured herself that she would not let things get out of hand between them. She can't. If she gives in to these feelings, she loses herself completely. "Anyone does," she said, her sh
Her lips parted in surprise. damn it! She is so careless. "What do you think? Of course, I have a silly crush on you." His jaw tightened. "But I’m just a young girl." "Twenty-five," he pointed out."Thanks to my parents and brothers, I was inexperienced and sheltered. You're not like anyone I've ever known. But that's not true, Victor. None of this is true, none of this is real." "That sex is real," he replied sharply, surprising them both.Her lips parted, trying to figure out how to respond. But Victor arrived first, his voice low and firm. "You're my wife, and you want me now as much as ever. You can't keep running from this, Amelia." Her eyes snapped shut, and the beautiful name on his lips evokes her longing. He was right, she was running away because the alternative scared her unconscious."We've agreed on the terms of the marriage," she said, with grim resignation in her tone. "I have no intention of breaking our agreement." "It's not good enough." She wondered at the
"You can use me as your tour guide," he said casually, and despite the fact that she always felt nervous around Victor, completely on edge, she found herself nodding. After all, it's rude to say no. "If you have time, well—" "If not, I won't offer." Amy had planned to leave the house on foot and explore at a snail's pace, but Victor had other ideas.At the back of the house is a garage containing an off-road vehicle, a jet ski on a trailer, and a jet-black motorcycle with shiny chrome features. Also some horses, but no way for that. She doesn't want a poor animal to get tired because of her. Her heart beat faster as he made his way there, running his hand over the leather seat, before turning to face her. Her eyes lingered on his fingers and their touch on the bike. It was impossible not to imagine those same fingers caressing her softly and intimately.Her pulse was weak, and she looked away abruptly. "Have you ever ridden a bike before?" Her smile was wistful. "No." "Not inte
The trees gave way to open grass again, and then another path along the other side of the island, but this time the cliffs disappeared, leading them to a small but perfect bay. It was hard to track their progress, but she guessed they were now across from his house, on the other side of the island. This beach is like something out of a travel brochure, with white sand and rolling hills obscuring the view,Gives an impression of isolation. Even for this part of the city, the water was the purest blue-green she had ever seen. He stopped the bike but didn't turn off the engine right away, so it continued to rattle between her legs and under her, firing barbs of consciousness into Amy's body, making her want to take action based on previous feelings that had been tormenting her ever since she got to his officeAnd to realize that everything that had driven her into Victor's arms was still between them, equally urgent and undeniable. But Amy wasn't that woman anymore. Her life has changed