CAMILLA ~•~ First of all, I'd like to get something straight. Remember when they told you, or us, that the forbidden fruit tastes the sweetest? Yes, they did not lie, not at all. For some reason, the things you could not have appealed to the eyes and mind much more than the things that were yours. That was how it felt like with mister Ivan. Knowing that he wasn't mine by law, that his last name belonged to another woman, yet he was here with me, filled me with so much pleasure. I watched with smiling eyes as his eyelids parted and he opened his eyes to stare at me. I would have given him a flashy smile. Hell! I had already prepared my small wave. But, immediately his eyes caught sight of me, a frown formed on his face. I found myself withdrawing my face from his. He looked over at me and sat up, leaning against the exquisite headboard of the bed. I sat up straight and turned to him. This was the moment of awkward silence. It was the moment he woke up to realize he had made a te
IVAN~•~ Even while far away from her, it was impossible to keep my eyes off her because I did not want to. It was torture being by her side every moment, not knowing if or when she would be snatched by someone. I could only hope that she listened to me and stayed in a place. I made sure I did not go too far from her - or, I did my best to make sure - but I could not keep up for long. Vladimir insisted we walk around the beach and I met all his grandchildren before he let me go. "Where is your lady?" He asked while he put his hand over my shoulder. I merely managed a chuckle and shook my head in silence. I was not about to expose Camilla to more danger than she already was. "You're not with a beautiful woman?! My boy! What has gotten over you these days? You should relax more, Holloway Empire is as big as it gets. You'll do great, your father had faith in you." I knew he did and it was the reason I never wanted to let him down. As we walked down the beach, something in me asked
CAMILLA ~•~ They say you do not know the value of what you have until you lose it. I do not think I understood that statement until I had the barrel of a gun pressed to the right side of my stomach. As he spun me around, growling behind me to follow him, my mind wandered back to many things. I thought about my fight with Tehilah, how Freddie was still mad at me, and all the times I could have decided to forgive that I held grudges. I thought about mister Ivan's lips against mine, our bodies tangled in a pleasurable mix of sweat and reproductive juices. I wondered, just for a brief moment, if I regretted any of it. And the answer was no. I wished that I had seen my mother on the day she died, I wished that I had said goodbye, held her hand, and kissed her hair. I wished that I had told her there was more to life than stupid men and Tehilah and I was never going to leave her as my father had left her. I wished I had seen the signs earlier and was able to stop her. I wished I ha
AUTHOR~•~She had watched from the terrace as the woman got into her husband's car and the driver drove her out of their driveway. She had seen the lady carry along with her a big suitcase. She had seen the look on the woman's face. The pain in her eyes made it evident that she wasn't returning. Sarah smiled to herself as she watched the car run off into a distance, away from her home, away from her family. She did not know what had happened while the woman and Ivan were away, but whatever it was, it had caused Ivan to return to his senses. Sarah turned around and found her father standing at the foot of the door. He had a tray of coffee and fresh toast in his hands. Sarah swallowed hard. She knew how her father could be when he caught her slacking. "What are you trying to do? Waste our time?" He growled. Sarah maintained her remorseful expression and bowed her head. "No, Papa. It's just…" "Parlami quando ho risolto i problemi, non sprecare il mio tempo mentre li risolvo. Don'
IVAN~•~ I opened my eyes to the sound of sirens blaring all around me. The first thing my gaze met was the sight of the roof of my car. I could feel my legs dangling from the edge of my car seat. I tilted my neck to look to my left, blood was splattered all over the leather of my car seat. I struggled to sit up, but the back of my head stung like hell. I could barely remember anything. I held on to the driver's seat while I fought hard to sit up, it was only then I took note of the situation.There were police cars all around me. I saw Sarah weeping terribly, a female officer continued to tap her shoulder. Sarah was clad in a black blanket, her hair and makeup were both in a mess. She was saying something, everyone around me had their mouths moving for one reason or the other. His face flashed through my mind.Johnny! I looked around for any signs of him. The only thing I saw was a body on a stretcher being lifted into an ambulance. Panic seized my chest immediately. What had ha
AUTHOR ~•~Elina Washington looked at her phone again for the umpteenth time. She had been expecting a call from a certain stranger, but nothing was coming forth. It had been impossible to get any sleep last night, not without thinking of the hundred possibilities, hundred different things that could have happened; one of them being that he had been caught! Elina shook her head as she rose from the stool in front of her grand piano. She covered her chest with the silk robe of her night dress and paced about the piano room.She had told the man not to call on one condition; that he had failed. But she knew his type of man. Whether he was successful or not, he would have asked for something, even if it was half of the original price. Yet, here she was, confused and scared because she had not heard a word from him.Ding dong. The sound of her doorbell echoed around her house. She turned in the direction of the metal door of her piano room. She had not been expecting anyone. The man
IVAN ~•~ My eyelids parted slowly, but with much effort. Darkness enveloped me almost immediately, the stale smell of sweat greeted my nostrils and I sneezed on reflex. My eyes stung, I needed to scratch them. Groaning in frustration, I fought to bring my hands to my eyes. I could not, my hands were tied behind my back, and the more I struggled, the more the thin rope dug deeper into my flesh. "Shit!" I cried out. Nothing made any sense, what was I doing here? How did I get here? What was this place? I struggled to find something, anything to give me a clue. Nothing.I saw nothing besides absolute darkness. No windows, that was certain. But I could not tell whether or not there was a door. I looked around once again as if looking over the room time and time again would bring something I had not seen before to sight. "Hello! Who's there?!" I screamed, my echoes thundered all over the room. Two things were certain; the room was empty and it was large. The struggle to free m
IVAN ~•~ "Why, hello Ivan!" Sarah called out as she stood in front of me with a small smile on her face. My eyes drifted to the pistol in her right hand before it traveled to her face. To say I was confused and shaken would be a grave understatement.I needed to understand what was happening. I looked around the dimly lit room. There were two huge wooden doors at the front, the room was filled with iron barrels that reeked of petrol, sweat and dust. I found a lighter on top of one of the huge barrels and my eyes widened. Shock came before fear, fear was followed by confusion, and the confusion was accompanied by grave anger. I turned sharply to her, my eyes held a lot of questions, I knew I did not have to voice them out. Sarah shook her head and pulled her gun back into the right pocket of her black leather jacket. My wife had her blonde hair in a messy ponytail, her eyes held an expression I did not quite understand. "Sarah," I managed to speak. She turned her back towards me a