XAVER'S LIPS DEPOSITED a soft kiss on the back of the slender hand laced with his as the four wheels of his black Ferrari glided down the long narrow driveway leading to 1813 Hill View.
And though Sreya graced the cyan eyes that fleetingly glanced at her with a small smile, anxiety trussed her Intestines in firm knots and invoked globs of sweat that now peppered the gentle arch of her eyebrows and her cupid's bow.
In less than a minute she was going to be inside the Kirkgarde manor smiling through crippling apprehension and intense nervosity. Briefly, she wondered if Crystal was going to be present and what Xaver was going to introduce her as. Sreya genuinely could not deduce his sudden desire that she meet his mom and she was just realizing that she'd been so submerged in him she hadn't asked the right questions. Now those same questions sat on the tip of her tongue...
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There was something sexual about Clara Kirkgarde. Sreya couldn't understand it but Clara makes you think sex and does not tarry to stir a gut-wrenching feeling that tells you or makes you think she too is thinking sex.Watching her walk towards them now, Sre's mind ran a marathon. Would the older woman acknowledge her presence in a good way or with malice and repulsion plastered over her soft features? Would she even look her way at all?Dronian's fears soon pivoted to confusion because Clara's wildly crimson lips parted to reveal teeth that sparkled like a legion of diamonds dozing beneath the glorious silver beams of God's night disk as she smiled at her, "Sreya Dronian. It's a pleasure to finally meet you".Sreya returned Clara's smile with a very nervous one as they advanced to greeting with a pec to both cheeks, all the while thinking about how astonishingly good of an actress Xaver's mom wa
"GETTING A LITTLE bit too audacious, hmm, Xaver?"His mother had asked the question calmly and her tone was as light as a feather's kiss but Xaver knew she was livid.He shrugged indifferently, "I'm not getting married to Crystal".Red lips curved in a small smile beneath the moon, she'd seen this coming, "If I didn't know better, I'd say your sister put you up to this foolishness. But... You've always had a mind of your own". Silence enveloped them again and Clara turned sultry eyes to the shimmering water in the pool as moonlight ran down her short white hair in long streaks of silver.The World harboured the notion that her strict abidance by the famous tradition of choosing your offspring's partner stemmed from greed but.... Though the amount in their bank accounts was a priority, it was better to be in a marriage built on the ability of spouses to be comfortable tha
"I JUST SAW Crystal leave. What happened? And what's that on your mouth?"Xaver ran a thumb across his lower lip and looked at the bright red stain on the pad of his finger. Crystal's red lipstick.But his sister already got the hint. Rolling her eyes, she sighed and grabbed his hand, "Come with me".Soon, they were situated in one of the many bathrooms in the Villa.A white immaculate handkerchief was allowed to drench beneath running water and Dinah proceeded to swipe the damp fabric over her brother's mouth, "How did the conversation with Crystal go?"Xaver was quiet for the first few seconds, "She hates me".Dinah made an 'mm-hmm' sound, her brows furrowing in concentration as she worked, "I expected that", she wet the material again, "Bet she slapped you"Xaver chuckled lightly, his Adam's apple bobbing in the process, "Hard". His cheek still stung.
XAVER LUCAS KIRKGARDE Snr. was terribly late to his welcome party. But in his defence, he'd been in the dark about the whole welcome bash.His epic entrance into the mammoth hall was saluted with an exceedingly loud round of applause and congenial sounds of excitement, his deep sexy laughter expressing his surprise at the unexpected audience.Lucas Kirkgarde was an incredibly attractive man, posessing a certain type of etheral beauty that towered over the physical and bordered on the spiritual. With the soft curvature of full eyebrows denoting perfection, the blue eyes dwelling beneath the arch twinkled under the chandeliers. His meticulously chiseled cheekbones and cuttingly sharp jawline surrounded a straight nose and a devilishly delectable mouth that made you fantasize of a thousand and one beastly, ungodly things he could do to you.Sreya couldn't help thinking that Lucas could easily pass for Xaver with that je
SREYA WOKE UP to the pale glow of Xaver's bedside nightlight and lurking shadows in the hidden corners of the wide space. Purring like a cat, she stretched her long torpid limbs and the tips of slender fingers brushed cold silk sheets; the realization that she was alone giving birth to the furrow that grew between her arched brows.Sitting upright, she blinked severally, willing chocolate brown orbs to adjust to the dim lighting.The silent waltz of the thin white curtains and the goose bumps on her skin avouching for the chilling presence of a mute cold breeze.Sighing drowsily, she rubbed at the aching spot at her back, eyes closed as the vivid hue of a smile limned lush lips at the memory of their intense lovemaking last night. Moments with Xaver after meeting his parents last two weeks have been a little different... Everything seemed a tad bit more...deep, genuine.... Those were not even the right words to
SREYA FELT LIKE she was in Gehenna. It was a travailing sensation... Like a new inhabitant of a certain type of Gehenna where the hungry flames exclusively licked and clawed at your heart, not your flesh.Currently, she was seating—very still—on the couch in Luna's newly rented apartment. After the divorce, Kyle, Luna's ex-husband, sold the house and moved to Kruz with his dearest Gwendolyn to live happily ever after and Luna relocated to—in her own words, the most beautiful place in all Casterston—Greenwood.The thoughts of microscopic miniscule cameras lodged in every nook and cranny in her house had Sreya utterly despondent and immensely reluctant to return to the walls that no longer bore her solace nor ensured her privacy. Instead, she'd driven to the place closest to the house she'd unwillingly egressed.God knows she'd wanted to run after Xaver the minute he'd walke
THE REVERBERATING SOUND of heavy metal plates swiftly sliding into a barbell filled Xaver's in-house gym as sweat dripped down his arms and back, soaking his sleeveless workout top.Listening to the distant —yet audible—patter of heavy raindrops on the windows and Aminé's Red Mercedes, Xaver commenced his deadlifts. He'd only managed to finish two sets of fifteen when his phone began to ring.Looking at his screen, he ignored Alexander's tenth call that evening. He knew his friend was probably calling because of the rumors revolving round his cancelled marriage to Crystal but that was the last thing he wanted to discuss.It's been five days since the video incident with Sreya and he still felt like crap.After guzzling a large amount of water from a bottle, he reached for a dumbbell but was again distracted by the vibration coming from his cellphone. Irritated by Alex's
Years ago in Tales^°^Gideon Farrow drove at an acceptable speed. Singing jocosely to Willow Winthrop's Caveman as he got closer and closer to his wife and three children with every deep hum and lyric.When God's golden disk arose at dawn and smiled down at Habbados—Gideon's hometown—every Saturday, Farrow leaves for Tales with robust, plump red tomatoes in large manually woven straw baskets lodged at the back of his truck. On this day of the week, he'd leave the running of the Farm to his able wife, Martha. "Oh Caveman, oh, cavemann, will you teach me to hunt?" Gideon sang as he tapped out a matching rhythm on his steering with his fingers. The successful sale of his farm produ