Nala. Jordan had told me someone was coming over to help with my wardrobe and getting any essentials I needed since I couldn't go shopping myself. I could tell it was her the moment she stepped out of her car. She was cheerful and just by her walk you could tell she was in the fashion industry. Ella was a tall glass of sophistication and sunshine with her burnt auburn bob, sprinkling of freckles, and wonderfully manicured nails, painted in the palest rose. She had a bright smile for me the moment she appeared and I smiled back gratefully.I couldn’t help but instantly appreciate her appearance. She had paired a tweed blazer, a heavy, eggplant colored coat slung casually across her shoulders, black trousers, and leather boots. She was carrying a massive dark red purse which exactly matched some of the thread in her tweed blazer.I gulped down what was left of my orange juice and immediately rose to receive her.“Nala,” she greeted. “It’s a pleasure to finally meet you.”I accepted t
Jordan. It was late evening when I arrived back in my house. The day had started off light with me making arrangements for our trip but I ended up being needed at the pack house. I wasn’t feeling good. Blood had been shed today. I didn’t do wet work, but I might as well have. It was to my orders my men maimed and murdered. Out there somewhere in the burning depths of hell there was another stain on my wall of sin. Sometimes I dreamed of that wall. I dreamt I was washing it. Meticulously, washing, but as soon as I finished the ugly stain returned. But it was not that, that bothered me now. It was a feeling inside my body. A feeling that there must be something better than this. The wealth, the power, the control, the respect, the never ending parade of women, thendignity of my position, all of it felt like nothing. Dust in my mouth. There was no happiness in my heart. I was numb. At times like this I wished I could become as blasé as my father about the dog eat dog world we live
Nala. We sat in silence for a while but I could sense his eyes on me as I took every little bite. "Is it good?" he finally asked. "Yeah, I like it." i said as I took a sip of my juice. "The doctor came. He cleared me for traveling but after that I might need to be on bed rest until I have the baby." i said not wanting to go back to the dry silence and the sexual tensions flying between us. "That's good to know, about the traveling I mean." he said like he didn't already know that. I had heard the doctor on the phone with him early on. "So what did you want to talk to me about?" I finally said putting my fork down. He looked up at me and for the first time since I met him, he seemrd worried about something. Which was scary to me. He had seemed like superman, like nothing scared him. Maybe I was wrong. "Salvatore knows am with you, doesn't he?" I asked my hands shaking with fear. I felt the color disappear from my cheeks. He reached out over the table from the other side and hel
Nala. The next morning, i sat across from Jordan as he watched me eat my breakfast. For a long time, I slept like a baby, I felt safe under his roof and I trusted him to take care of me. I was not afraid of anything harming me or anyone. I low key liked how he liked watching me eat. I had spent two days now in his house, and whenever we were eating he would watch me like I was the prettiest thing, and I loved it. I had never had someone look at me the way he did. Not even Salvatore. I had seen him look at my sister like that but never me. He nodded approvingly when i managed to finish the omelet he had prepared, and he urged me to drink the glass of juice in front of me.Jordan had chefs, servers, there were people everywhere, but he decided to personally cook for me. Despite my anxiety and uncertainty, it felt good to be taken care of by this man. Even if i wasn’t entirely sure of my place in his world. He was solicitors of me, but at the same time he seemed distant. I wasn’t sure
Nala. After my nap I woke up energetic and remembered, I had seen a garden during my rounds the previous day. I had no idea what time we were travelling, I needed something to keep me occupied. I always wanted a garden. I love flowers, in Salvatore's home, I never stayed there long enough to own one. At my home I had one but soon enough, my sisters destroyed it. I walked slowly past the infinity swimming pool and headed to the greenhouse. I was walking bare foot. It was such a good feeling. "Am sorry, apparently, the head gardener doesn’t have approval to let you into the greenhouse today,” Alba said as she handed me a glass of cranberry juice," Take this, the doctor said it's good for you and the baby."I took a deep breath and addressed the situation head on. “The head gardener doesn’t have approval? Whose approval does he need?”“The boss, I guess,” she replied. “But he left before dawn this morning so John won’t be able to see him now until he returns and nobody knows when that
Nala.By the time I went back to the house it was already lunchtime and feeling ravenous I headed straight to the orangery. Alba was waiting for me there. She smiled at me. “Shall I serve lunch now?”I ate an exquisite meal. There was freshly baked bread with cold butter and a shank of lamb that Alba said the Chef was famous for. It was so tender you didn’t need a knife to eat it. All you had to do was pick it up from one end and shake it gently and the meat would fall off the bone. I tried it and she was right. The flesh simply slid off the bone. I tucked into it hungrily. It was delicious. Then I polished off a small bowl of crème brulee and tried to call the number Jordan had given me the first night we met, but the phone appeared to be turned off. I couldn’t imagine his phone was off, so I guessed he must have more than one phone.“Is there a way I can reach the Jordan?” I asked Alba, as I sipped my juice. “I have no idea.” Her tone was laced with incredulity at the very suggesti
Jordan. I was on a conference call with my brother and some of the pack leaders when the text message came in. Seeing that it came from Luke, who was based at Torrington Hall, I immediately opened it and read what he had to say.'Miss Nala wants to speak to you, boss.' All kinds of thoughts flashed through my mind as I stared at the message until it registered that My brother was trying to get my attention from one of the two screens in front of me. I put the phone away.“Everything alright?” he asked.I gave a brief nod.My father didn’t comment on the interruption. My father had always been laser focused on the job at hand and despised any kind of emotion or weakness. I focused my mind on the conversation, but my awareness of the request waiting for my response distracted me more than i would have thought was possible. As soon as the conversation concluded and my father signed off I picked up the phone and was about to answer the message when I realized that my brother was still
Nala. I stared down at my phone in surprise. Just when I thought we were getting along he goes and ends the conversation so abruptly. Why on earth did he have to do that? I tossed the phone aside and it bounced across the bed, but to my relief, settled just shy of the edge of the big bed.The last thing I needed right now was a broken phone. There were not too many helpful people in this house. I thought of the gardener once again and how my charm project should be.I had to admit Mr. Jordan was totally right.Building a sort of relationship with the gardener was much better than barging into the greenhouse and claiming a share of his real estate. There were also several things he could teach me so it was indeed a good idea to win him over.With that thought I luxuriated in a long soak in the bath, then slipped into the silkiest nightie I had ever worn in my life and climbed into bed.Jordan called as I was about to switch off the bedside lamp."Miss me already?" I said playfully and