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The Heir's Secret Obsession 49 | Cash On Hand
◇ KEL ◇"Cosa vuoi mangiare?""Huh?" As I tried to catch my breath after another long lap, I held onto the edge of the pool while Enzo stood idly next to me.His slight frown preceded a quick sigh, and he shook his head at the numbers on his phone screen. It was his stopwatch. He was timing my laps; he knew I hadn't had time to work on my cardio for months now because of med school and everything else. "You put in another twelve seconds.""Sorry." I took deep, noisy breaths as I loosened my ponytail. My chest felt like it would explode any second now. I tilted my head and tried to lessen my loud intakes of breath.Sunset now dappled the clear sky with pale hues of orange, and if I wasn't burning calories for the past half hour, by now I'd be shivering and covered up with a robe and a thick towel. The pool was almost empty. We could do laps without bothering the kids playing on the shallow end, right on the arc-shaped stairs."Want pasta? Some steak? Salad?" Enzo glanced at me befo
The Heir's Secret Obsession 50 | Surprise
◇ KEL ◇ "Did you like the food?" "Yeah." I got up from my seat and put on a smile. "Thank you for dinner." "Sure. You need to go home now?" "Uh...no. Not really," I replied to the guy standing next to me. The question surprised me as we walked side by side back to the hotel lobby. It was almost empty, save for the receptionists and the poker-faced security personnel guarding the front entrance. Like the spacious hotel rooms, the decor looked elegant, clean, and filled with relaxing earth colors. Some golden streaks here and there. "I'll drive you back to your place," Enzo said. His warm breath smelled of wine now. Like me, he was wearing a plain shirt and dark-colored boardshorts. Mine were shorter, though. "Thanks. I'll help you pack first," I suggested. We were both tired from swimming, but the least I could do in return was help him with his luggage. He mentioned he was exhausted and sleepy, basically in no mood to pack for his flight back to Italy tomorrow. It kind of r
The Heir's Secret Obsession 51 | Nostalgia
◇ KEL◇ To my utter disadvantage, his simple greeting caused my heart to do backflips in my chest, and I almost cracked a smile. But, no―I wouldn't take it easy on him. I'd give him a dose of his own medicine first...maybe even leave him standing on my parents' front porch just for snubbing me the past weeks. So he was too busy to return my calls and reply to my texts, but not too busy to fly all the way out here just to bring me cake and a bouquet? "Glad you didn't forget," I muttered. The posy of tulips, roses, and sunflowers sat quietly on the pink cake box. Okay. So he hadn't forgotten my top three favorites. "Sorry I didn't catch the party." Miles handed me the flowers and held the cake box with one arm. Indeed he was hours late for my luncheon party, but at least he took the time to be here and bring me birthday gifts. I stopped pretending to be busy smelling the roses. I tilted my head to regard him. Although the part
The Heir's Secret Obsession 52 | Take Me To Church
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The Heir's Secret Obsession 53 | Girl, Disrupted
◇ KEL◇ 12:35AM In the quiet of my own room, the moment my brain just gave up and stopped processing the glossary terms in my new Pharmacology book, I heard my phone beep. New message? I glanced at my nightstand clock. Well past midnight. Probably just Gaia, texting me goodnight. I had asked Gaia to come over again to keep me calm and semi-normal. Unfortunately, my best friend wanted me to deal with Miles on my own. "Just play his game," was Gaia's poor advice for me. "And tell him you don't need him, or his filthy rich family and shady connections." Out of burning curiosity and anxiety, I got up from my desk to check my phone. My heart jumped when I read his alias on the screen. Yep. I had to use aliases now—actually his request. "Still up?" his text read. "So now you feel like texting me?" For a long minute or two, I just stared at his message. The diminutive voices in my
The Heir's Secret Obsession 54 | Softie
◇ KEL◇ Before I could leave him alone outside, to my shock, Miles just let himself into my bedroom. No questions asked. I locked the door, sighing at the guy sitting on my bed now, the gun just resting beside his thigh. My small cat-shaped lamp drew shadows on his angular face. I wasn't the least bit scared of him, though.
The Heir's Secret Obsession 55 | Patto Col Diavolo
◇ KEL ◇ "Fuck." The guy pushed himself off of my limp body. Miles practically ran away from the bed after cussing out loud, panting and clenching his fist repeatedly. Perturbed by the sight, I flinched at his odd behavior while holding my breath. His reaction wasn't quite what I expected when he took me to bed, kissing me hard again and again till I could barely think straight. But now he wouldn't even look at me. "What?" I held back a frown and stayed incredibly still on the thick covers. The dimness hid most of his features as he sat on my bed. Miles stayed mum as he tried to get a grip on his emotions. For a moment, he remained hunched over on the edge of the covers. "What's wrong?" I murmured. Shame warmed up my neck and face―not because every inch of my nudity was exposed, or that he wore nothing but a look of exasperation on his face. What I found utterly embarrassing—mortifying—was the fact that I just let him have his way. I didn't even say no. Without compromise, I l
The Heir's Secret Obsession 56 | New Mission
◆ NICCOLO ◆ Syrah,Rostov, Russia "Is it done?" I glanced up from my untouched glass of wine and stared at the man wearing an impeccably ironed suit and black tie. If I didn't know any better, I'd say the guy just held a conference in some cold and stale boardroom in the metropolis. But I knew what the big boss kept his scarred hands busy with these days. Or at least I had some ideas. "Scrubbed all the evidence. All copies and traces. You won't die in maximum security prison." "What about Sofija?" the boss asked me next. "Give me two more weeks." I breathed a short sigh. He was impatient as much as I was tired of taking orders from him. But I had to pretend it didn't bother me. Or else he'd teach me another lesson involving a loaded gun, and some on-call henchman with a penchant for slaughtering total strangers using varying methods of torture. Early '60s Russian
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