Dylan froze momentarily, but he was not cold–quite the contrary actually–he was warm all over, almost feverish…his skin was alive from the prickling sensation of the soft night breeze. Tremors of delightful sensation rocked through him, shaking him in the unexpected way; almost knocking the wind out of him.
For how long he’d been that way, Dylan couldn’t tell as his ravenous eyes feasted on the goddess-like feminine figure that stood exactly five feet from him. This was probably the best time to look away, if possible turn back from whence he came. But common sense eluded him, his body betrayed him and his limbs stood rooted to the ground.
Dinner was awkward at first, sitting side by side with Dylan that even a tiny bit of contact would make her almost jump out of her skin. Ella was almost certain that he was doing it on purpose. The next time their bodies touched Ella pinched him so hard he hissed. ''Is something wrong?” Her mother asked. Dylan cleared his throat. “Nothing." He said then he grabbed his glass of water and gulped it down in one go. When he was done he slammed the empty glass on the wooden while he glared at her but Ella put her hand against her mouth to smoulder her laughter. And that was how slowly and surely the tension evaporated and her nerves were no longer screaming but Adele Garcia would hear from he
‘’Where are we going?’’ Ella asked as soon as she got into the car with Dylan and he began to drive. It was the next afternoon and Dylan had come to get her from the café. ‘’It’s a surprise.’’ Dylan said. Ella didn’t know whether to panic or jump with glee at the prospect of being surprised by Dylan Vergara, so she opted to being silent all through the ride until they got to one of those high end neighbourhoods almost at the outskirts of Lucena. Ella’s mouth fell open as they stopped in front of a gigantic two-storeys white house—no mansion with a large beautiful garden at the side and a lake. ‘’Wow! Whose h
Ella was furious. Her breath came out in short strained pants, her nails dug into the plush material of the outdoor sofa; she was ready to explode any moment and it didn’t make it any better that Dylan was wearing an enigmatic mask, his face inscrutable as he studied her through hooded lashes. ‘’With the way you’re staring at me, you look like you could bore a hole right through me.’’ He said in an amused tone. ‘’Don’t get too cocky because I just might do that.’’ She gritted between clenched teeth. ‘’You should eat.’’ He said coolly. ‘’I’m not hungry.’’ ‘’I can hear
‘’Your money your rules I see. Perfect.’’ She said between clenched teeth throwing his earlier statement back at him. ‘’But I have no desire to be your puppet where you can pull the strings whenever you want, you can have me as your prisoner but it still wouldn’t make a difference.’’ With that she turned and left crossing the pool area to the back door and up to her bedroom, slamming the door hard enough to rip it off its hinges. She collapsed onto the silky sheets, buried her face and screamed into the pillow. Dylan didn’t know what possessed him to say those awful things to her and he couldn’t forget the hurt in her eyes before she walked away. Just a few days ago he had assured Doña Bianca that he was immune; that he wouldn’t lose his head…or his heart, but now he&rsq
Ella squinted and groaned shielding her eyes from the stream of sunlight coming in from the half-rolled drapes on the window. She glanced around groggily until her eyes adjusted to the light. Confusion washed over her as she glanced around the room once more, she rolled onto her back and was staring at the crystal chandelier hanging above the chocolate brown ceiling. Everything else was the same shade of colour except for the milk coloured silky bedspread that was the same as the walls. When reality finally kicked in, she felt her chest constricted and a huge lump formed in her throat. Her head was throbbing, her eyes felt heavy and sore. The door flew open and Idad barrelled in with a tray of food, she smiled brightly when she saw El
The familiar scent of leather wafted through her nostrils, Ella had been in that particular room many a time and everything that had been said here was unpleasant; and so was the woman sitting on the Sheraton chair behind the large rosewood desk with piles of books and papers on one side, a laptop in front of her, the other side was empty except for an almost empty glass of her signature red wine. Doña Bianca leaned languidly against the chair studying an almost bored Ella, frowning at the fact that everything seemed to be working against her and the situation seemed out of her hands. She was used to being in control but right now she felt out of place and frustrated. She leaned forward, resting her arm on the desk and intertwined her long manicured fingers, her gaze intensely fixated on Ell
She could hear the melodious tune from the orchestra playing downstairs. Skyline hotels’ suites were elegant and looked expensive.Her stomach had had its own mind ever since they arrived at the hotel five hours ago. The thought of having to be the centre of attention tonight with the press capturing every moment of it made her feel nauseous and light headed. Music stopped, heads turned, gasps were let out and bewildered stares were exchanged. Ella could feel her heart somersaulting across her chest, literally. Her legs were wobbly as she stood at the top of the stairs looking down at the huge guests in the ballroom, she was aware that the Vergaras had so many acquaintances but had never thought they’d invite so many. She saw her family smiling brightly at her giving her all of their support thinking she had fo
His cologne was far too strong tonight it made her nostrils flare and filled her senses too. Impulsively, she felt herself relax in his arm, an inaudible sigh escaped her half-parted lips and her lids drooped automatically. They suddenly stopped dancing and Ella’s eyes flew open almost immediately, she could see a number of couples on the dance floor swaying to the soft music playing…but why had they stopped? She wondered. Ella glanced up to see Dylan looking over her shoulder, following his gaze, she saw a young man about Dylan’s age with black hair and blue eyes. He smiled and Dylan nodded in approval. ‘’Who’s he?’’ she queried. &nb