CAMILLA~•~ First of all, what the hell was happening? One minute, I was in my room still thinking and brainstorming ways to switch mister Ivan's drugs, the next minute, I was being threatened by his wife. Ever since I found out he was being poisoned with antidepressants, it had been hard to think of anything else. I had thought about speaking to his wife, but I could not bring myself to trust her, and I did not understand why. To clear my head and protect my sanity from the noise the children blissfully created in the hallway, I packed my books and stepped out of the room, locking my door behind me. I walked down the stairs and walked to the kitchen, but when I heard the voice of the baby boy upstairs crying, I thought it was best to inform Antonio. Their mother and I were not exactly the best of friends, especially as I was rapidly growing feelings for her husband. And let's not forget how I had begged him to fuck me. He was right about one thing. At that point, I was grieving,
CAMILLA ~•~ I couldn't sleep that night or the nights after that. His invitation continued to replay in my head. The way he held onto my legs, the way he sought comfort and support in the most subtle of ways. It had me wondering why Sarah had left in the first place. Yes, I must admit the man had been a complete douchebag when we first met. He was obnoxious, irritating, and believed that everyone had to do everything his way because he was synonymous with God, law, and order. He did annoy the living daylight out of me and I never believed that living under his roof, with him, could turn out to be one of the best things that had ever happened to me. Knowing that someone needed me, knowing that I was important to someone and they needed me, was the best feeling I could bring myself to feel. Mister Ivan said the party was on a Sunday night, so we had to fly into Napa on a Saturday evening. It would only be a one-hour flight, at most an hour and thirty minutes. So, I packed up a few c
IVAN~•~ The entire journey with Camilla by my side was torture. Not because she was a bad traveling partner, but because for more than half of the journey, I wanted to reach out and touch her in ways only I could imagine.And that was the reason why I opted to stay in my room when she wanted to stay in the lounge. There was no way I could be in the same space with her for more than thirty minutes without wanting to tear her dress to shreds and take her there and then, right in the lounge. We landed in Napa after two hours, which was fair, seeing as it was a night journey and the pilot had to be very careful. From the airport, we were picked up by a limousine and driven to the hotel where we would be staying. The five-star hotel was fully paid for by Trofin, so we did not need to bother. I only checked our names on the guest list, before I was given the key to our room. Yes, that was the problem. Vladimir Trofin, God bless his old age, did not think that I would want to sleep in
AUTHOR ~•~ Ivan Holloway turned sharply towards her. His eyes widened as he looked down at her small frame. "Fuck it." He gnarled. With one swift move, he pulled her to himself and crashed his lips on hers. Fire and ice, that was what he felt when his lips tangled with hers for what appeared to be the third time.He kissed and sucked on her lower lip, but it occasionally. Every time Camilla moaned against his lips, Ivan felt a new wave of madness sprout up from his belly. He had kissed women, a whole lot of them. But none had ever consumed him as she did, no woman's lips had ever left him aching for more, praying for more. Their hands were on each other. Camilla's lean fingers dug into his blonde hair, making a mess of the gelled strands. He lowered himself, his kisses traveled from her lips, down to her left ear. He lingered there, kissed, licked, and sucked the lobe of her ear. Camilla felt her skin burn with delight underneath his touch. She moaned, with every stroke his fi
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'