Flora closed her eyes slowly when she felt him pressing his lips against hers. It made her tighten her arms around him. Flora kissed him back. How could she let go of him when she had embraced him with his every flaw? Because if she would have just loved the goodness in him then it would have never been considered as love for her because loving his good only would just be a trade of acceptance for her and love could and should never be a trade. Her love had just not only accepted every inch of his existence as hers but it had embraced him as hers.Their mouths were beautifully feeding into each other's mouths at a slow and sensual pace. Flora felt one of his trailing down to her hips which made her hug him more tightly. Flora clutched his hair when his hand reached her thigh and got under her nightwear. Tingles formed all over her skin when his palm touched her bare thigh. His touch felt extremely beautiful and tender which started melting her.His hand proceeded upward to touch her
The rays of the morning fell over his closed eyes which broke his sleep. He attempted to open his eyes but he felt that numbing pain in them which he decided to ignore at that moment as he was aware he had been sleeping in her room. Unlatching his lashes, he looked beside him but only to find the place beside him empty. Where was she? He got up and roamed his eyes everywhere in the room but there was no trace of her. Even the bathroom's door was wide open, indicating she was not there. So where had she gone? Getting down from the bed, he walked out of her room and went to his. … . . . … Wearing a plain white shirt and black formal pants, he was standing in front of the bathroom's mirror inside his room. His eyes were fixed at his cerulean orbs which had reddened in the corners. His eyes were burning and anyone could see it in them that they looked irritated. Opening one of the cabinets in the bathroom, he took that small glass bottle. Removing its cap, he forced his left eye op
“I love you so much,” she confessed to him while hugging him tightly from behind. His heart froze, along with every nerve in his body. He was aware that she loved him. She had proved her love for him countless times but he had never expected her to confess her love before him. It startled him completely. He felt a tingling sensation ruptured inside his whole body until“Do you think Kester will find this confession romantic?” She asked, pulling back and her words widened his eyes. His shock converted into a rage in a millisecond. Snapping around, he looked at her where he found her smiling at him. She looked excited.“Do you think he will like this kind of confession as I am planning on pranking him with my love confession for him?” she asked. His rage doubled, hearing her because now she made him understand that her love confession for him was a lie. She was just playing around.Flora saw his jaw clenching whereas his fists balling up. His entire demeanour filled with a treacherous
Their lips collided, along with their bodies. Flora closed her eyes and let him control everything between them because she knew this time, he wouldn't even dare hurting her. He was too remorseful and guilty of the way he behaved with her last time, so she had that assurance over him that he would never repeat his mistake twice.He kissed her in a beautifully tender way, not trying to be desperate or hurt her in any way. He wanted her to live all these moments between them. He wanted her to understand only she was capable of igniting the best and worst inside him. He needed her to feel how much he loved every single thing about her, even that brutal fact of his life that there was a time when he wanted her dead in front of him but now, he was capable of dying for her. His journey of wanting to take her life to make her his life had finally reached his destination. There was no point in denying it anymore that he loved her. Every inch of his being had fallen possessively and insanely i
“So will you be able to kill me to shield your papa, Ora?” That one question of his shivered her soul. Flora felt those few words of his had shattered something really very deeply and painfully inside her. He saw the tears in her eyes turning more abrupt but immediately a small and almost faded smile formed on her face. He found her smiling through her tears and he knew that this only happened to a person at that point in their lives when that person lost even their last hope of holding onto something to live his or her life. That thought shuddered his very being that she had lost her reason and will to live her life anymore, just like once he used to feel until she came into his life.“If I could then I wouldn't have been begging you here to kill me, Easton,” she finally gave him the answer he was waiting to hear all this time. Her tears vigorously rolled down from the corner of her eyes but her smile didn't fade completely.“I am at that point in my life where I don't even know wha
For a brief moment, Flora turned completely clueless. Her all senses seemed to get blocked. She couldn't understand any single thing. Why were his eyes looking like this right now? And was he wearing grey colour lenses? But it didn't seem like they were lenses. Why would he wear lenses under the running shower? What was actually happening here?“Why are y…..”Flora stopped her words because she didn't know what to ask him and how to ask him. She continued to gaze into his silver orbs, completely startled, shocked and extremely bewildered.Unable to do or say anything, she stepped closer to him. By peering thoroughly into his eyes, Flora tiptoed and cupped his face. The shower water continued to fall on them.He just stared down at her. Not a single word escaped from his mouth but he heard countless questions in her silence. He was already aware of what she wanted to ask him. Her desperately restless eyes told him everything.“Easton….why are…..”“Your incomplete question already has my
“Your father killed him,” the vigour in his tone told Flora how much he hated her father and now she finally understood why? But did her father really kill him? No, her papa could never hurt a child…. never ever. “Armando was just a 15 years old teenager when your father killed him and it was just because he was the son and the heir of Bernard Zelvasco….a man your father used to consider as his enemy,” rage scorched in each and every vein inside his body as his mind started recollecting the painful flashes of his destructive past which had forced him to become the nefarious person he was today. Flora had turned into a complete statue. She didn't know what to say to him in return, so she just continued to listen to what he had to reveal about his past to her and that revelation was breaking her apart. She was still not ready to believe at all that her father could kill a child in his rivalry, no matter what. “My mother died when I was just 2 years old due to a heart condition and my
Their eyes collided and by seeing those tears in her eyes, he understood she had heard everything. It made him ball his fists more vigorously. “Leave, Kester,” his voice sounded extremely calm and composed but his bloodshed gaze made Flora understand it clearly that now the last string of his endurance had broken up finally.Exhaling a soft sigh, Kester looked at Flora and then at him. “You both need to take your next step carefully and fast before it would be too late,” Kester uttered and they both understood what he actually meant. After that, Kester left from that room, leaving them alone with each other.After Kester left, Flora saw him walking closer to her. His eyes refused to leave hers, even for a single second. He reached her in a couple of strides.Flora lowered her eyes as soon as she found him standing in front of her but she could clearly feel his gaze on her. She thought he was going to burst out at her but he proved her wrong with his next words.“Tell me, Ora. I want