Elena."Fuck this," I muttered to myself as I watched Jaden and Charlotte taking lessons from the barely there teenager, who Sebastian forbade from giving me any information about himself. The shiny glint of glass beckoned me as picked up the extra wine glass. Just in case I was interested in having a drink with him."I don't like this," I thought, watching Jaden speak to his tutor. I had developed some mouth-reading skills that were amateur at best. I watched him drop the book the tutor had given to him on the table.He crossed his arms together, his childlike lips pursed in a stubborn pout. Charlotte, on the other hand, picked up the book and placed it gently on the table.She had become even more careful after the accident yesterday. I didn't even look around for anyone watching, quickly unscrewed the cap of the bottle of vodka, and chugged down the nasty thing. The liquid burned as it raced down my throat, and I forced down the cough so I could bear it.I needed this if I was
Elena.If I was being honest, I was about to play a dangerous game.One that could possibly get me punished. Or worse, get kicked out of the estate with not even my dignity. "Is he okay?," I heard Ari ask someone. Ryan? Possibly one of the numerous men that guarded the estate and kept to themselves."I saw a trail of blood when he dragged himself into his room.""What the fuck happened?" This wasn't a voice I recognised. The person's voice sounded a bit faded, like he kept a respectable distance away from Ari.Ryan's voice was next. "He refused to tell me, tell anyone what he does when he disappears for days. I had to give him fluid. He was both in shock and drugged out of his mind."I leaned in closer, my ears almost touching the cold wall. The voices had been muffled, but I was able to make out the tone of urgency from Ari's voice, while Ryan's was mixed with confusion and frustration.He seemed like the kind of person who tended to become angry when they had no idea what was going
Sebastian.I tried to remain anonymous for the time being. When people found out the leader of a certain group was twenty and inexperienced, in their thwarted opinion, they considered the person a dummy.I clenched my fist so tightly my knuckles turned white as I stood outside the door to their family home. My palms were clenched into fists at my side.I knew the Walters like the back of my hands. They were probably already seated together, hands clamped together while they watched me fidget on their home monitor. Maybe the mom, the bastard of a woman, was trying her best to convince her daughter what a great match this certainly was going to be.I had always hated the idea of arranged marriages, and now one was being forced on me against my will, just so I could keep my group.I wondered what else they would use to convince her. Giving that they didn't want her to know what was actually going on in our world.I took a deep breath to steady myself before I knocked on the door. Once. T
Elena.Something smelled delicious, like a bundle of cinnamon roll, spice, and heat. I wanted to wrap it around me like a blanket.I snuggled closer to the source, enjoying the strong, solid warmth beneath my cheek. If I could stay on that bed forever, I would, but I had promised to help Jaden learn finger painting today.I had to allow myself to have one more moment of coziness - had my bed been so wonderful and big, without any other human attached to my arms - before I opened my eyes and yawned. My room looked different. Weird. My bed was closer to the window for some reason. There were no pictures of Charlotte and I on the nightstand, no vase of roses by its side. And certainly no Charlotte and a silly Jaden with legs sprawled everywhere, on my bed.My eyes searched around the room until it landed onto the broad expanse of bare, tan skin by my side, and my stomach dropped. Familiar blue eyes stared back at me, with no hint of the concern I had seen last night.He flicked his gaze
Elena.He was unaware that I held the necklace with the J on it. Sebastian and Ari entered the room at the same time. The former cut a sleek, powerful figure in his all black outfit- black pants, black shoes, black boots, and black shirt. A sharp contrast with his tan complexion. My fingers tightened around the necklace. The sharp pain I got from the J pendant digging into my skin helped calm my racing heart.Sebastian and I didn't greet each other. Not even a word, a slight nod of acknowledgement. "Hey Ari," I said quietly. I willed myself to become even smaller to avoid whatever punishment Sebastian had in store for me.She kept her gaze on Sebastian instead, ignoring me like I was some sort of cockroach beneath her boots. Just when I thought I knew her, she gave me another slide of her personality.Horrid, beautiful, graceful.The air hummed with silence as I watched Sebastian get rid of the gloves and boots. It wasn't something that was overly sexual but I found myself giving h
Elena.Of all the ways I had pictured my Friday night going, getting trapped in my room by a man that Sebastian had considered to be dangerous, currently staring at me like I had committed the worse kind of treason was not one of them.“I am sorry, but I don’t think staring at me would have the desired effect you hope for,” I stroved for bravery even as I took a step back. He stared at me like he had something against me, and like he was ready to see me squirm.“I don’t believe I actually ever explained who I was to you.” His smirk was as dangerous as the devil’s, strong enough to break glass. Objectively, he was one of the most handsome men I had ever seen. With his hair as dark as midnight, his chiselled jaw, cerulean eyes, and a body like one of those Greek gods. But there was something sinister about him, something about his expression that would be considered ‘sinful’ to a set of women.He had the sort of vibes my ex, Charlotte’s father, was known for.“Ryan Walter of the Walter
All Elena wanted was to become the best mother to her daughter.She showered her with love and attention whenever she could.Shielded her from the harsh reality of their situation. No one could call her a bad mom. No one.****Elena.I felt those hands again, creeping up my back and sending trails of pleasure up my spine.My hands were placed firmly on the table behind me to help keep me balanced lest I slipped and fell on the floor. He wrapped his hand around my neck, pulling my naked body against his, until my front was up against his abs."Elena," He whispered my name at first, his deep voice sent shivers through my entire body.I moaned softly when he kissed me, his mouth tasted of tequila and whatever flavourful toothpaste he used. A delicious cocktail of flavours that made me mad with desire."Elena, Elena," He grunted as his hands slipped down my body and towards my core.I was entirely soaked at this point. I would have given my left lung just for him to plunge those fingers
Sebastian Halloway.The men wanted to be him or kill him. Whichever one came first.The women wanted to wife him, bed him, love him.Sebastian Halloway was an enigma. A delicious mystery. From the young age of twenty, he had amassed great wealth to rival even the wealthiest of businessmen.And the only thing that rivalled that wealth was his body. His body was published in magazines from New Zealand to England.No one knew if he had a kid. No one knew if he was married. No one knew if he even had parents.And most would love to keep it that way.*****Elena."They're disgusting, the lot of them," The woman who looked like she stepped out of a mean girl movie scoffed, her lips caught in a sneer.She turned to look at me, "Don't you agree?"The cupcakes I made weren't going to win any award, but at least no one would call me a 'deadbeat mum'. I watched the other mothers going around, picking each and any snack they could find that looked edible enough and stuffing their mouths with th