Bella’s POV Maybe it’s the cool temperature or maybe it’s our ambiguous position but the air around us suddenly felt thinner. As only tension filled the air I couldn’t bring myself to look away. What about this man infatuated me so much?I had no idea but as he drew closer I found myself inching nearer until our lips were forged into one. Playing and dancing around to the heat of our bodies. His clasp on my waist grew tighter while I wrapped my hands around his neck to elevate my frame but it still wasn’t enough. I was struggling until he hoisted me up against the countertop and I hadn’t even realized where I was until his moved kisses to my neckline causing me to arch my back while placing my hands on the marble top.The spacious kitchen felt invisible under our heated influence. Although we’ve made out in almost every section of this house, this would be the first time doing it in the kitchen! Sadly this weird fetish couldn’t be realized because his phone rang out for the fourth
Arya’s POV “Wow! The universe was really f*cking with me” These were the only words that slipped outta my lips as I slumped on the bathroom floor. After getting an earful from Adam couldn’t things have been different for my sake? I already promised to leave his son alone and now what? I’m freaking pregnant! Doesn’t this makes me the joke of the century?A tear leisurely rolled down my eyes at the realization of what I must do. “My baby, why’d you have to come at this time? My hands massaged my stomach and it was like a dam was broken, I couldn’t control the streams of tears flooding my vision. “It’s my baby too...why must I go through such pain because of Nicklaus and the Harringtons? It’s f*cking insane!”“They’re all full of shit!”“It’s all a load of bull!”My emotions were torn and I was cursing and ranting more than I’ve ever did. I feel myself losing it but at the same time I know I needed to be strong. “Get your shit together Arya. Sometimes the test can be wrong” I tol
Arya’s POV There’s a time in one’s life when you feel exposed, vulnerable and conflicted. Not knowing right from wrong or good from evil but the only thought plastered in your head is how to survive. This was mine. I’m not sure how long I stood looking like a statue but I’m pretty sure it was enough to give me away. Should I make up an excuse? Or should I come clean?‘Choices’My hated nemesis. At every point in life we’re all forced to make choices. Some more difficult than others while some graciously leaves you to wallow in regret, still that’s not the worse part. The most dreaded side of it is the fact that at the end of it all we face the grave consequences while the so called ‘choice’ goes scot-free. With this I need not explain further why I hate ‘choices’.‘Goddamn! I just did a full blown epilogue about ‘choices’.Just great! Another gift from my baby, the hormones are now discovering hidden talent in me. At this rate I better enroll in a talent show for all our sakes!
Arya’s POV Did I say he had no expression? Scratch that because he had on the entire grim ripper’s armory. Luckily my phone was in my hands elsewise it would’ve been left behind. My earlier excitements were gone in seconds and all that’s left is my dreaded reality. All my problems embedded in one man. ‘Nicklaus’Sometimes I wonder, why’d he have to get me at the auction? When I watched the video in the USB he looked very absent then suddenly before the auctioneer could close the bid he announced his. Why?I’m sure my life wouldn’t have gotten this complicated, right? It would’ve just been a one night stand with another man and not some outrageous marriage contract. I guess there’s no point in regretting when the hands of time can’t be reversed. I’m forced to disgust the bitter pill of my misfortune. ‘How pathetic’I stared at the back of Nicklaus head emotionless while he sprinted for his parked Aston Martin. When did things go south for me? Falling in love with a man I shouldn’t
Arya’s POV The car came to an absolute halt and while I watched Nicklaus circle the car to get my door I could only take a sigh in preparation for my incoming acting spree. My door flew open and I reluctantly stepped out standing looking up to Nicklaus with my hands folded across my chest. Even with the windbreaker giving me an artificial muscle-build still, I found it somehow comforting to feel powerful especially when faced with such an opponent.“Whatever you have to say, say it here. I’m not going inside with you” My stance was perfectly flexing my rebellion but Nicklaus wasn’t given away any emotion. He looked particularly calm and collected and may I just say, Nicklaus being calm rings a bell of chaos in me. My gaze couldn’t help twitching ‘what’s he up to now?’As expected my words fell on deaf ears as he gripped my hand and forced me into the house. His actions made me realize that they’ve never been a moment of peace with Nicklaus, he was only ever brutal and overbearin
Arya’s POV The second his voice landed on my ears I suddenly became aware of our position. His left hand holding my right wrist was still very much active and on duty while his right hand wholesomely wrapped my waist under the windbreaker. This skims dress wasn’t of much help because I could feel his fingers on my skin with ease, it was like I was bare underneath the windcheater. Even after speaking into my ears he refused to retreat, leaving his head on my neck as if that was it’s new found habitant. I thought I’d had enough but little did I know his craziness was only getting started. “Nicklaus get off me-”“Shush” he cut me off with a whisper and for a second I thought it was for a reasonable course but some people are just lowlifes! The minute I realized what he was up to my eyes widened in disbelief while my lips twitched uncontrollably. How can someone be so devious?!I felt his slow movement and fell into chaos mode. Was it my waist that was too slim? Or Nicklaus arms wer
Arya’s POV ‘What did he think this was? A soap opera? Am I suppose to nod in compliance to his ridiculous response? I felt frustrated, trapped under his hold and powerless. Is this what I’ve become? My inside was snowballing with rage but I’m defenseless. Maybe’s it’s the overwhelming mental stress or maybe it’s the hormones, but something definitely made my eyes water. The shock in Nicklaus face was undisguised, even I couldn’t believe myself. I was crying like a baby, bawling my eyes out without a care in the world.Out of all the strategies to escape Nicklaus, who would’ve imagined crying to be the solution? He let go of my chin and hands and I had more access to cover my face still visibly shaking from uncontrollable sobs. Even without raising my head, I could feel the chills emanating from him. He just stood there emotionlessly accessing my attitude. I really didn’t want to whimper and bawl my eyes out in front of him but it was out of my control, I suddenly felt so emotion
Arya’s POV Once again, I’m reminded why I’m not a fan of rainy days. The cleansing water gives a vague view of the havoc recked underneath. But for those that experienced it first hand, could it ever be forgotten? What it means to hang on to a last thread of hope? What it means to beg for life itself?What it means to wish reality was a dream!Most people wish to turn their dreams into reality but there’s a dreaded time when you’d give anything to turn your reality into a dream. It’s in that moment you envy the dreamland. At least one gets to wake up, forgetting it ever existed in your memories, at least one gets to leave it behind as a wishlist but what happens when it’s a nightmare? And that nightmare doesn’t have a wake up button, even if you pinch yourself it stays, staring you straight in the face. It’s cruel and ruthless. It doesn’t care if your strong enough to accept its sudden presence, it just shows up and expects you to understand!Here I stand in front of the glass