She took a step closer, the fabric of her gown touching the chair, his eyes on her, and a sudden yelp escaped her when she felt his hand clasping around her wrist and her eyes widened when she felt yanked to him. It would’ve been a mere jerk if it wasn’t for his other arm wrapping around her waist the moment he let go of her wrist. And when she opened her eyes, he was looking down at her, with a gaze she couldn’t recognise but she could…feel it.“What are you doing? Let go of me,” she panicked. Her hands raised to settle upon his chest as she shuddered the moment she felt his hand grabbing her wrists and her eyes widened. He twisted her wrists to cage them behind her back.“M-Maverick,” she tested his name on her tongue. Her heart was racing in her chest, when he pulled her flush to his chest, her legs dangling to one side as she sat on his lap. Her breathless breaths were like the wind and made his heart flutter. He had so much to say but still, there were questions in his heart. He
Grace spend two days and three nights locked in her room. Ashamed and angry at herself for even believing a man like Maverick. Last night was harder, she had nightmares of Azrael finding her and for the past couple of hours, she was awake. Cuddled at the side of her bed and watching the window with distant eyes. She wanted to believe Maverick that he would keep her safe, but Grace was doubting if he would do that. Strangely, none of them came to call her downstairs except for the occasional bringing of food by Arden. She was also avoiding him. Whenever he would come, she would pretend to sleep and wait for him to leave. Sometimes it would take him a couple of more minutes to leave as she felt his heavy gaze on her and then with a contempt sigh, he would leave. Sighing to herself she slowly get up and decided to take shower. Maybe that would cleanse her thoughts. To gather her thoughts she picked loose trousers and a T-shirt before entering the bathroom. Without looking at her reflect
As the city came out of the darkness of night, they crossed the Seine in silence. Without the traffic, they drove right down the centre of the street and not far away lay The Eiffel Tower, like a skeleton of metal projecting up into a sky that was rapidly becoming blue. A morning like this should be foggy, misty at the least, but in contrast to their mood it looked determined to be a story-book perfect day in Paris - only without any glances shared between them. Ever since the moment they arrived in Paris, Grace noticed a shift in Maverick’s mood. She tried not to glance his way as the driver approached a multi-storey hotel. la grâce.The red neon sign read as the car stopped. Maverick had surprised her with many things today. First his private jet and now his hotel in Paris. She knew he was rich, but now she was pondering if he was a billionaire. Maverick opened the door and with his long legs, he stepped outside. Grace gulped scrambling over to his side and followed behind him, st
Grace cursed behind him as he disappeared into the bathroom. Quickly changing into her silk pyjamas, she stretched her legs and arms feeling sore. The flight had made her tired and now all she wanted was to sleep and rest. But strangely it was nowhere near her. Her stomach growled. Feeling hungry and thirsty she went to the kitchen to look for something to eat. After shuffling through cabinets, she found nothing but empty utensils and crockery. The fridge was empty. However, there were a few bottles of what looked like water, and some juice and alcohol stuffed in the fridge. Grace sighed. If not hunger, at least she should calm her throat down. She grabbed the nearest bottle not bothering to check the label and poured it into the glass. The light pink-hued liquid stared back at her as she sat on the stool and took little sips of the juice. The first sip made her taste buds tingle and she hummed at the taste. It tasted like… something she could quite remember. But the sweet and aromat
A groan left her mouth as she turned to her right. A striking ray of the sun blocked her view as an immense wave of pain managed to break through her head. The hangover felt like a balloon under her cranium, slowly being inflated, pressure mounting. She wrapped himself in the duvet, waves of nausea adding to her misery. After struggling for a few minutes, she pushed herself into a sitting position and her eyes diverted to her right side. The sheets on that side looked unmade and the pillow had creases. She tensed. Did they share the bed last night? What happened? Why was she feeling nauseatingly sick like she was drunk or something? Shaking her head she stood up, the world around her twirling like a ballerina and she supported herself. Grace was more aware of her cracking headache than the layer of dehydrated saliva that coated her cracked lips. Once on her feet, the room swayed almost causing her to lose balance and he reached out for the wall. Her hand slipped along the high-sheen
“We’ll be there soon-“ Just like an angel descended from paradise. It was the red of wedding carnations, a pop of colour in his grey world which resembles passion and the dynamic form of his infatuation. He couldn’t –even though he was aware of it–he just couldn’t keep his eyes away from her. Her small petal-like lips tempted him to have a taste and wonder if they tasted the same as last night, her creamy butter-like smooth legs seducing him to run his fingers up to the cleft between her thighs and examine what was the colour of her underwear. She shied away from his intense gaze, and he fell in love all over again. The first time he saw her, she looked like a virgin getting sacrificed in red, but now, she looked like the temptress of heaven, the seductress who was slowly sucking the life out of him. “You can leave.” He said without moving his eyes from her, his eyes taking over her bare slender neck, looking for the mark he left last night but found none, probably it was covered wi
Grace looked around in awe. The grand party looked nothing like she had imagined. In her imagination it was supposed to be dark, filled with guns and drugs, but if anything, the lobby was not fully stuffed but people wearing mysterious auras and dangerous facades surrounded the area. The moment she stepped inside, she felt like an outcast. Never had she ever attended such a luxurious event. Women looked as stunning as models she admired on television and men seemed dripping with money and expensive suits. Arden’s arm around her waist visibly tightened the moment they stepped inside, a sudden chilling shift in the aura, where Grace’s curious eyes looked around, every other glance studying her seductive dress. It provoked Arden to realise that every male was gawking at her with open mouths and drool dripping down their lips as hungry dogs and women eyed her with either awe or jealousy. Grace was not the most beautiful woman here, but her innocence added moons to her beauty. The eyeshad
“The world indeed is a small place. I’m glad I attended this party.”“W-what are you doing here?”“Be glad it was me attending this event and not Azrael.”“Why are you so surprised? Afraid I might call your dear fiancée here?” The shock now turned into ice-cold hatred as she seethed with all the despise she felt for that man.“Your friend has already ruined my life, what makes you think your threats will terrorise me?” Her voice came out strong, a vile combination of hidden fear and courage. Though the tremble of her fingers hindered her, she kept her head high.Leon scoffed at her words as he stepped towards her, his hands in his pockets as she tried not to back away. She could see the tracing of a gun in his holster, and the handle of the knife sticking between his belt and pocket. She knew somehow it would be difficult to escape this situation, but how could she when he was standing between her and the door?“You don’t know what hell feels like, Grace. You’ve never been to one. Azr