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
“I’m afraid things are not going smoothly as we planned,” Jack says and sits in the armchair next to Jason Wayne, Chris’s uncle. “What do you mean?” Jason raises an eyebrow and asks. Chris sits behind his desk facing them silently. “Anderson somehow got to know Anthony’s plan to sign the deal with Royal Airlines. He intervened and called Soltani personally saying there wouldn’t be a deal. Now Soltani wants to have further talks with us.” Jack says. “How is it possible? How could Anderson find out? Did Anthony tell him? I didn’t expect him to trust his brother so much.” Jason shakes his head. “I seriously doubt he would do so. Maybe one of his men who held a grudge against him leaked information to Anderson. He has plenty of subordinates who are disgruntled under his reign.” Neither of them knew that it was Mia who informed Anderson about Anthony’s secret talk with Soltani and hence foiled their plan. When Chris heard her talk with Anderson, he knew Anderson wouldn’t sit back and
When Mia enters the ICU ward, Mr. Powell has been awake from his usual afternoon nap for a while. His health has improved significantly over the last two weeks. There was a time when he kept relapsing into a coma after briefly regaining consciousness. That period has finally passed and doctors say his condition is stable now. He is lying on the bed with his eyes open and blank. He seems to fail to notice the creaking of the door when Mia enters this VIP ward. He neither moves nor says anything. He aged quickly after the heart attack. His eyes have lost the usual sternness and sharpness. Lying alone in this clean ward with various medical apparatus, his authority seems to have gone as well at this moment. If you do not know who he is, you probably will think he is just like a harmless old man who is sick. Right now, he reminds Mia of an old lion. A lion that has conquered, killed, and bred, but is alone on its journey to death. “I dreamt of her.” Mr. Powell whispers, surprising Mia