Chris drives silently all the way to his penthouse in Wayne Tower. The air in the car is charged with sexual tension. He could sense Mia’s nervousness. She is shifting uneasily on the passenger seat.Now they are riding the elevator alone. Just the two of them. Chris pulls Mia closer to him, letting her feel his erection, his want. He hears Mia gasp and watches the deep crimson on her face. He lets her know that he wants her. He wants her so bad. He wants wild sex with her to chase the pain away.The minute he closes the door of his penthouse behind them, his lips crush Mia’s in a hungry and demanding kiss. Mia voluntarily parts her lips, granting him access to her mouth more than willingly. His tongue desperately finds hers, stroking hers. His hand slides into her hair and pulls her closer so that he could kiss her exactly the way he wants: possess her, own her, mark her. Overwhelmed by the intensity of his kiss, Mia stands on tiptoe and wraps her arms around his neck. He moves his
Plunging into the water, Chris starts his daily workout routine. He tries to clear his thoughts while doing the laps. Last night changed so many things. What should he do with Mia? Did he act impetuously by taking her here and claiming her? He sure doesn’t regret making love to her. What happened between them last night was amazing and mind-blowing. He never felt so jealous in his life when he saw Anderson sitting so close to Mia. Anderson likes Mia more than just a friend. Chris could tell that from the way he looks at her. He almost lost control there. He nearly barged in, tore Mia away from his stepbrother, and warned him to step back even though he knows that Anderson is a good and respectable guy. Instead, he walked away because reason took the upper hand. Maybe this was for the best. He was not ready to confront himself about his feelings for Mia. That was a dangerous territory to go into. He was not familiar with the feelings swelling in his chest. Jealousy and even anger.
Sunlight streams through the window onto the bed Mia is lying on. A sweet aroma wafts to the bedroom. Mia’s eyes flutter open. For a moment, she is lost in the unfamiliar room. Then she recalls everything and blushes at the memory. Chris is not on the bed. She needs to pee, but she has no clothes to wear. Her dress is nowhere to be found. She vaguely remembers Chris taking it off her in the living room. Her mind wanders to his touch on her body. She is wet between her legs. Focus, don’t go there. Maybe she could just use the sheets to cover her body. “I prefer you not wearing anything.” Chris suddenly appears at the door. He is wearing a simple black T-shirt and a pair of light blue jeans. His muscles are visible under the simple outfit. His rumpled hair gives him a casual sex appeal. His eyes roam all over her naked body with intense heat, which makes her stomach flip. Before she has time to wrap the sheet around her body to cover her nudity, Chris walks to the bed in long strid
Mia has entered a new chapter in her life. She has a nice apartment she likes very much, a job that pays well, and most importantly, a man who makes her toes curl at night and her heart pounding whenever she sees him. She has never been happier in her life. She starts to see Chris in secret on his property in Brooklyn. It is a 3-story residence with an industrial exterior design. The tall trees surrounding the house seclude it from the peering eyes of busybodies in Summer. And the most wondrous part of the house is it is just 3 blocks away from her apartment. When Chris said they were going to meet there for their dates, Mia couldn’t help wondering if Chris knew the location of her apartment. But how? “This cannot be a coincidence. Do you know where I live? Or have you been stalking me? ” Mia asks jokingly. “I have no idea where you live. It just happens that one of my properties is close to your apartment. My houses and apartments scatter the city and I lose track.” An argument M
The minute Mia opens the door to their secret love nest in Brooklyn, she is welcomed by Chris’s hot and warm kisses. The sight of Chris shirtless and his toned muscles make Mia’s body ache with want, and the kisses only make it worse. They haven’t seen each other for almost four days. She wants him so desperately. Just then Mia’s stomach gives out a loud growl and stops Chris’s hot kisses trailing on her collarbone, her sensitive spot. Mia is afraid that the sound her stomach makes spoils the mood. “Hungry that much? Miss Not-Afraid-Of-Danger?” Chris teases Mia who is running out of breath from the kisses. “A little bit.” Mia blushes, a little embarrassed by herself. “Come with me. I prepared some food for us.”“You did that again, Mr. Chef?” Mia smiles, letting Chris hold her hand and leading her to the dining room. “So are you going to call me Mr. Chef from now on?” “I might be. I’m still thinking of other options.” Mia teases him back. “Oh, I’d love to know what the other op
“You are glowing. I want every detail.” Sophia says the minute she steps into the door of Mia's new apartment. Typical Sophia. Always looking for the juicy stuff. “Hush. I haven’t told Calvin about Chris yet.” “Oops, sorry.” Sophia grimaces. Mia shakes her head. “Sophia, is that you?” Calvin wheels himself out of his bedroom. “Hi Calvin, you look good.” Sophia bends over and hugs Calvin. “You look as fabulous as always.” “Oh, Calvin, you are the best. Can I have a room tour first?” “Come on, let me show you around,” Calvin says proudly. Calvin has been in a good mood since they moved in. The facilities in this apartment make movement much easier for him. His condition is improving, fewer sleepless nights, and less complaining of pain. The rehabilitation sessions seem to have some effects. And most important of all, he hasn’t to constantly worry about their rent or being kicked out as before. The landlord signed a five-year lease with zero rent with them. This is a huge relief
Mr. Powell is still in the operating room when Mia and Susie arrive at the hospital. They are ushered into a private room where Mrs. Powell and her two sons have been waiting. The room is shrouded in ominous silence. Mrs. Powell sits on a gray sofa with both her back and shoulders straight, calm and graceful as usual. Her shrewd green eyes give out zero clue what is going on in her mind. Sitting in the corner of the room with Susie, Mia catches a glance of Anderson and gives him a gentle smile as reassuring as she could muster. He smiles back weakly with worry written all over his face. Just then Anthony stands up from the sofa abruptly and starts pacing back and forth in the room. “The operation should be done already. Why hasn’t anyone come to us? Don’t they know who we are and who our father is?” He shouts angrily. “Anthony, calm down. The surgery could go on for hours. Have patience.” “Patience? Are you asking me to have patience? For god’s sake, this is our father we are ta
Snuggling against Chris’s firm and muscular body, Mia feels content and sighs satisfyingly. The past few days have been hectic. Mr. Powell’s health condition is all over the news. Pinnacle’s stock price continues to plunge. There are doubts and speculations about whether Anthony can lead the company. Mr. Powell hasn’t regained consciousness after the cardiac arrest. The doctor says he may remain in a coma for weeks or even be in a persistent vegetative state. Mia and Susie have to stay at the hospital most of the time, just in case Mr. Powell wakes up. The presence of Anthony makes it hard for Mia to endure the time in the hospital. He throws fits constantly because of the media’s unfavorable reports on him. She tries her best to avoid meeting him and has to be on guard at any time. It wears her down and exhausts her more than anything. Now lying on the bed with Chris, she feels safe and relaxed again. “What are you thinking, pumpkin?” Chris’s fingers gently circle her round brea