1. Past vs Present

FIVE YEARS EARLIER

"C'mon, let go". He mumbled.

They had been arguing for hours and now he was just on the thin ice of going crazy? How did she do that? He struggled to escape this but he couldn't. She had not even given him a chance to decline, nor catch his breath.

The possessive woman didn't seem like she was going to break the kiss any time soon. Her fingers dug deep into his back. He felt his flesh pulling even when there was a fabric covering his body.

Did he want to scream in pain? In pleasure? In anger? He didn't have a clue. But his mouth was taken and controlled by her, his lips were no longer his.

"Hmhn".

Did I just moan? Why? 

fuck! 

He hated what she did to him. He was defenseless, helpless, drowning in desire, for crying out loud he was fucking losing control.

She held him like she knew every single part of him, she claimed him as if he was a priceless trophy, she took as if she needed his breath to live. She drove him mad and paralyzed him at the same time.

He tried to keep it in, he tried to find calmness, but even if he found one now, it was useless. He couldn't use it now. It was too late.

She had done it, she had pulled the last knot of sanity he had left, she had succeeded in killing him, she had drowned him in desire. He was lost in her breath, he was no were to be found in her damn breath. He searched for his hands only to find out they were already tied around her waist. It was madness. She was madness. She was his control and he knew it.

She was all he wanted, all he dreamed of. She was all he thought of, all he desired. Kyla o' Roarke is the woman for him.

His hands began to move upward as they gripped the flesh that enticed him. He began to rain soft kisses up and down her neck, sucking and teasing the sensitive angles, causing her to moan in delight. The sound that came from her throat was the kickstart of the electrocution in his abdomen. He was hard. 

His thumb began to stroke her nipples as he took his lips where his fingers grazed.

"Nghn..." She shuddered, letting out a huffing sound, clinging to him more and more.

And just as he was about to take her there, 

"Buzzzz! Buzzzz!".

The sound of his phone interrupted their heavy make-out session.

Well, that did it!

The damned phone brought back his control. He cursed under his breath.

Nolan took the phone from the pocket of his pants as he shot her that apologetic look. She hated when he gave that look. It meant that something had interrupted their moment.

"I've got to go". His arms were still on her as he spoke. "You're going to think about what I just told you, right?" Nolan asked.

picked up his jacket and printed his lips on hers.

He drew her close when she said nothing as his face was directly above hers. "I'm not going until you assure me, miss o'roarke," Grey eyes held onto Hazel eyes.

She smiled.

"Okay". Kyla managed as she arranged his hair.

He kissed her again, but deeper this time. "I love you". He said as his mouth parted hers.

"I love you". She responded as his hands left her waist. She watched him walk away. He turned to look at her again as he finally left.

She lay down on her bed nonchalantly as she sipped in the moment they just had. He is her greatest treasure and she knows she cannot live without him.

They had been together for two years and she had fallen deeply in love with him. So deep that she couldn't even turn down his request. She is Kyla freaking o'roarke for crying out loud.

She owns the largest real estate in the entire country. She had turned down so many suitors and filthy rich heirs but there was something about him she couldn't quite put her fingers on.

He was different, calm, fucking hot, and so freaking good in bed, she could've sworn that he was a pornstar the first time they made love. He loves her so much that he would die for her. He is everything she wants in a man but what he had requested earlier got her tensed.

She thought of how grim he looked when he stared directly into her eyes and said those words. "Would you like to spend this Christmas with my family?"

It killed her because she wasn't a family person.

She didn't know how to act to please people, especially the elderly. He fucking asked her to meet his family. Goddamn, she had longed for this day to come but why was she tensed all of a sudden?

'He gave her time to think about it, so she wasn't going to make any hasty decision. She will think about it calmly and that is exactly what she is going to do in a warm bath because it is damn freezing outside. She thought.

PRESENTLY.

He punched the punching bag mercilessly, ruthlessly, and aggressively. It was endless. He was drowned in his thoughts as he pounced tirelessly on the bag. Sweat drenched down his body, down to his chest, and then to his lower abdomen. Tyler watched him tirelessly as he drained himself in pain.

TYLER ATKINS - Nolan Armstrong's personal Buttler.

It had been five years since the breathtaking incident occurred. He had blamed himself over and over for it. For not being there, for making her do what she didn't want to. The incident sucked the life from his master and it had not stopped draining every bit and ounce of hope from him since it happened.

The feared man finally stopped. He took a minute to catch his breath as he pulled his hands from the boxing gloves and walked to Tyler, exchanging the gloves with the water the man held.