Nala. I watched Jordan , my fiancé, turn and leave the room. A feeling of longing, so intense I felt it physically, filled me. Part of me wanted him, impossibly, irresponsibly, almost as much as the sensible part of me craved distance and protection from him. It was like a tug of war, each desire pulling at me from opposite sides. And the sensible part of me had to win.It had to.The dining room at the castillo was extremely formal. The high ceilings and ornately framed artwork gave the room a museumlike quality. The long banquet style table could easily have seated thirty or forty people, and added to the wholly impersonal feel of the room. It made stupid, emotional tears prick at my eyes.A child couldn’t sit and color at this table. They certainly couldn’t eat milk and cookies and peanut butter and jelly at this table. Finger painting was probably out, too, since it was likely a priceless antique.Of course, i knew there were other tables in a place this big.Jordan ’s quarters l
Nala. Jordan began to walk back toward his quarters, and i had to take short, quick steps to keep up with his long strides. “That is ridiculous. Not being able to have children doesn’t make you a failure.”“It felt that way to my wife.” He paused for a moment. “My mother introduced us. It was her opinion that Selena was perfect for me. Her family was wealthy and well. known, she was talented and cultured. In my mother’s estimation she would make a wonderful princess. A wonderful mother. When Selena could not fulfill that part of what she considered to be her requirements, she became very depressed.”“But that wasn’t the only thing you loved her for,” i said softly.Jordan turned to face me, his mouth pressed into a grim line. “No.”“I understand why you don’t want it to become public knowledge. I won’t tell anyone.” It might make things easier in a way, although inimagined his mother would dislike me regardless, but i just didn’t want to hurt Jordan by dredging up things from the pas
Nala. I shifted and winced as the boning in the corset top of my gown took another dig at my side. It was hot. Dear heaven was it hot! And humid. Stray wisps of my hair hung down out of my glamorous updo in lank strands. The air seemed thick, and breathing it in only seemed to increase the nausea that was my constant, reviled companion. The servant that had helped me get dressed had insisted that this was a formal announcement and would require formal dress. So here i was, made up, sucked in, pushed up and buffed to a highly glossed sheen, waiting behind a heavy red curtain for my time to step out onto the balcony with Jordan so we could make a horribly clichéd announcement to people. "The wedding is set and will take place in a few days." Jordan said leading me to the waiting limo. His sister followed us shortly, giddy like a small girl. "You look so good Nala." she said hugging me lightly. "Thank you, you do too." They proceeded to talk about the marriage a little bit, h
Nala. The limo pulled up to the curb of what looked like a very upscale row of boutiques. The driver opened the door and Isabella slid out. I followed. The ocean was only a hundred yards away from the shops, and the chilly salt air did wonders for the eternal churning in my stomach. The shops were all set into small, historic stone buildings, but just at the end of the row of boutiques there was a new, massive casino. It wasn’t all lit up like Vegas, rather it was more sedate, in keeping with the theme of the rest of the district. Jordan really was a genius. What he had done to revamp the economy of his country was brilliant. Women in expensive clothing milled around on the cobblestone walks sipping coffee that was as designer as their handbags. The men, i assumed, were in the casino. “ Isabella!” Both Isabella and i turned to the sound of a man shouting. A flash went off, followed by more flashes. My eyes widened. There was a pack of people, men and women, holding cameras, They
Nala. The flight to the island was short. The small plane touched down in a field of moss colored grass only ten minutes after takeoff. The island itself was less l mountainous than I had expected, with white sand beaches that bled into expansive fields and thick olive groves. There was no car waiting for us when we disembarked from the plane. Jordan had spent most of the half hour flight on his phone making arrangements for any work he needed to do to be finished remotely from the island. I had spent the whole flight feeling shaky and…excited? No. Just shaky about the prospect of being almost alone with him in such a beautiful, isolated, romantic place. “You were joking about the honeymoon thing, right?” I asked nervously, surveying the vast expanse of green around us. He turned to face me, the expression in his dark eyes so hot it burned me down to my toes. “I promised I wouldn’t force you, Nala, but I didn’t say I wouldn’t seduce you.” My stomach flipped, and as my nausea wa
Jordan “I’m hot. I want to go inside,” she said. I didn’t know what had caused the dramatic shift in Nala’s mood. She had been sweet one moment, not resisting my attempts to touch her, and then she had gone stiff and jumped as far away from me as she could manage in one movement. I wanted her. I had been totally honest about my intention to seduce her, and i did intend to. I was going to make this advanced honeymoon a honeymoon in the most basic sense of the word. I ached for her every night as i lay in my empty bed, images of her fiery hair spread around her head as he laid her back onto my pillows. That gorgeous mouth parted on a sigh as i sank into her willing body… My need for her was so strong, so intense that my entire body ached with it. Desire on this level was a madness I had never before experienced. And it was an ideal scenario for it. Nala did not want love, but i knew she felt the same kind of lust for me that i felt for her. Lust i could handle. Love was not on the ag
Jordan. I opened the door to Nala’s bedroom without knocking. She was asleep and her beauty stole my breath, made me feel weak with desire, like a starving man in desperate need of nourishment. Even with all of the turmoil inside of me, I still wanted her. “Nala .” i sat down on the bed and took her hand in mine. “Nala .” I called again. I moved my other hand over her face, brushed her hair back. She stirred beneath my touch, her body arching, a soft sigh escaping her lips. My body hardened instantly, my stomach tightening. “Wake up, Nala .” She rubbed her hand over her eyes and rolled to the side, her coppery eyes cloudy with sleep, her hair tousled. And i had never seen a more beautiful woman. She was so beautiful it made me ache. “Jordan?” my name on her lips, her voice thick with sleep, was the single most arousing thing I had ever heard in my life. “The doctor called.” She sat up quickly, pushing her hair back. “What did she say?” The film of tears in her eyes made my hea
Nala. I cursed out loud to the empty room. Why had I done that? Why had i kissed him like a sex starved maniac? And why did i stop him? That was the question my body was asking. I was so hot for him, wet for him, needy for him. His kiss had totally stolen every ounce of my control. I had been ready to let him do anything he wanted with me, to me. I had craved the loss of control, the descent into blissful oblivion at his hands and in the end that was what had jarred me back to reality. The feelings inside of me had gone so far beyond just a simple case of lust. And I couldn’t deal with that. I just couldn’t. I didn’t want to fall in love. I liked Jordan too much already and if i gave into my desire for him what would keep me from falling all the way? Nothing. I was too dangerously close to love already to take the. chance. In that moment when he had told me that he would not be needing surgery I had just wanted to cling to him, and it had been so easy to imagine that our relatio