“I was promised to Azrael, without knowing my father had arranged my marriage with the brother of my sister’s fiancée.” She didn’t knew how long she sat there, on his lap as he cradled her closer to his chest. His warmth soothing her anxious nerves making her forget for a moment what happened a while ago. The only thing that mattered was the solace he was providing her. A quiet rapping of their breathing clasping around them as dim lights in the room filled space with little illumining illusion. A hum of awareness fluttered through her as she felt Maverick’s hands rubbing her back. And strangely, there was nothing sexual about his touch, if anything, it was consoling. Maverick looked down at woman on his lap, her eyes solely on his chest, curling on his lap. There was condolence in the purity of her own innocence. Maverick waited for to say something, and after a deep terrifying silence, she said. “I would have married him, thinking it as an arranged marriage between two familiars
One heart. One life. And he was ready to sacrifice both for her only to see her smile. Strange how she was becoming his love, his affections, his senseless talks, his emotions. She was immersed in him, and there was nothing in him that belonged to him anymore. Maverick was a goner. Sucker for her. Every victory and defeat ended with her. He could see her in every phrase of the word in the documents he read for hours, in every ray of sun. He scoffed. How poetic for a man who did not believe in all this bullshit. Maverick took another puff of his cigar as he looked at the sky. The moonlight was not so captive before as it was tonight. And then he looked over his shoulder at her sleeping frame. It was as though the moon himself was stealing glances from her. And then little scene from a movie, the slow breeze hummed in his ears as if it carried her essence. What sort of intoxication was that? And then he realised. He had lost so much of himself in her that it was now too late for regret
In her eyes there was a special kind of solace that couldn’t be found anywhere, what made his heart fluttering. A night had finally come where she was close to him, he had so much to confess, yet he contemplated. Lorenzo was saying something when Maverick felt hypnotic attraction to her sleeping face and he didn’t knew when he dropped the phone at his side and leaned down enough to caress his lips to hers. The kiss felt like a release of some sort and Maverick felt himself at home for the first time after loving and losing, for the first time in.And when he pulled away and looked down at her, his heart fluttered and his cheeks burned before he took in a deep breath. And closed his eyes and leaned not able to fight the pull. He stopped near her lips, and darted his tongue out to lick his own lips. He contemplated and thinking for several moments, he raised his head and instead of kissing her lips, he went for her forehead. He pressed his lips on the top of her forehead, wanting to le
Maverick flinched as she slammed the door of the bathroom with unnecessary force. He stretched his neck and tilted it side-to-side. So much for asking for forgiveness. He scoffed, shaking his head not believing the little kitten had started to grow nails. He did not find her words a bit offensive but charmingly adorable. The way she huffed with anger, the cute little red nose and a pout on her kissable lips. He didn’t think it was possible to love his little dove more, but as he was getting to know her more, his feelings for her were both intensifying and growing deeper. He realised there was still a hidden part of her that he hadn’t witnessed, except that she was the object of his obsession. Grace was never truly relaxed around him. Now, he had seen a different side of her, and he adored every new trait and quirk he uncovered.His little dove was not some fragile woman, but a feisty one.He chuckled to himself.Still amazed by Grace’s words, he walked into the kitchen. Assuming his
As the city came out of the darkness of night, we crossed the Seine in silence. Without the traffic, we walked right down the centre of the street and not far away laid The Eiffel Tower, like a skeleton of metal projecting up into a sky that was rapidly becoming blue. A night like this should be foggy, misty at the least, but in contrast to our mood it looked determined to be a story-book perfect night in Paris. Just like I had promised him, I was accompanying him for the promised date night. Maverick had chosen an emerald green silk dress for me with long fur beige coat that reached my ankles. To keep me warm on a wintery night, he had also forced me to wear black gloves and boots. My hair slid down my waist and my head was covered with a solid fedora hat that matched my dark boots and the scarf around my neck. My eyes moved to him. He wasn’t wearing anything fancy, but a trench coat over his dark suit that hugged his body. Even with wearing heeled boots, I was shorter than him by
“What do you mean?” She asked raising her chin. She hated that her voice sounded shaky and her hands frantically clutching her sides. The solemn curve of Maverick’s lips deepened, darkness dancing in his eyes. “Should I pretend? For how long?” Her insides twisted in something unknown that couldn’t be described as relaxation but something solely disturbing. Maverick arched his brow. “You certainly do not remember me, little dove. You know how much it hurts?” Her insides once again twitched and unsettled emotions. Simultaneously, her breathing quickened and her skin prickled with his every word. “W-what are you saying all of sudden?” She asked as evenly as she could. She didn’t want to delve deeper but something about him suddenly seemed so strange. His eyes gleamed sardonically. “Raina Enterprises, two years ago.”“W-what?” She clenched her teeth as a distant memory flashed in her head. How could she forget that night? That night changed everything for her. “You remember it, don’t y
“Grace!” Maverick growled running behind her. Grace couldn’t handle the pain anymore, her tears wildly running down and before she knew she felt herself storming into the park nearby the hotel. She was about to run when a body was slammed against her back and she was engulfed in warm embrace. Her struggle’s intensified and she managed to break free before glaring at him. “Let go!” She screamed and Maverick seethed in anger. “Come here.” He mumbled with anger slowly surfacing and an unknown fear that he never sensed before. Fera of unknown. Despite taking a step forward, she gritted her teeth and clenched her fists. “Where is she?”Her breathing was hazardous in a panicked manner, fists clenching on her sides. Surrounded by thin tension and a chilled winter breeze, her whole body trembled, she couldn’t comprehend if it was a glacial touch of the season or the raged blood flowing in her. His eyes narrowed, palms fisting, he took a step in her direction making her step back.“Come h
She stirred slightly in her sleep, eyes slowly moving behind her lids before she finally let out a groan and opened them. Maverick heard shuffling and groans. His heart rate quickened as he rushed to her side and helped her sit. “Careful.” He mumbled with gentleness placing his one hand behind her head and with the other he adjusted the blanket. Grace felt her blurry vision clearing and she tried to stop and remember what happened before she lost consciousness. But somewhere deep within she hoped none of that to happen, she didn’t want to recall those vile memories. Unfortunately, every detail came passing and she sighed. Maverick looked carefully at her face, her tear-stained cheeks and bloodshot eyes. He felt something squeezing in his chest, painfully that it almost felt difficult for him to breathe. He was the reason for all this, he did it. Before she opened her mouth to say something, he interrupted. “She’s safe. Orion saved her.” Maverick’s words made her let out a relieved