He changed... a lot. He’s still as beautiful as I’d remember him, but damn, I understand now why Penny and my friends were gaping at him. His long hair, which my fingers pulled and tugged at one point while losing myself in his luscious lips, is now shorter in a military haircut. I forced my eyes to not check him out further, but I can’t help it. Like a magnet, my eyes kept wandering to savor this fine specimen. While I stared at the offered flowers for me, my eyes darted towards his chest. Even with his navy blue suit jacket, the toned muscles of his pectoral remained on display through his fitted ashen shirt. He paired this semi-formal look with dark jeans and biker boots, showcasing his signature sexy yet rough appearance. “Thank you.” I reached for the roses, our fingers brushed gently. I tried my hardest to

“Did you enjoy it?” Xavier followed me out of the club. After that little scene, I created for myself, vile rose from my belly to my mouth. I’ve never been this careless before, and it’s all because of this stupid jealousy when I saw Xavier with his woman. With half-consumed bottled water in my hand, I stood under the lamppost on the curb, waiting for Erik to come and pick me up. I shouldn’t have listened to Penny. I shouldn’t have come here in the first place. Me and clubs, Cielo in particular, will never be a delightful combination. I emptied the content of the water bottle I grabbed from the bar before exiting the building, tossing the container on the bin under the lamppost. It was better to ignore Xavier. I don’t know if he witnessed everything, or he’s just try

~Xavier~ Zia stands out in the sea of people consumed by love and hunger for money, power, and greed. So pure and innocent. The red ball gown did little justice to her perfect curves. The dress has a typical design, honestly. Threadlike strap, plunging V neckline, and I’m well aware of the hidden zipper of that dress. Whatever Zia wears - I realized - my mind will always strip her naked. The sight of her never fails to turn me on. Like a fucking pervert, my head keeps drifting on how she would look wearing nothing. How her legs, hidden under that full length ball skirt - would feel wrapped around my waist while I submerge myself in her undoubtedly tight cunt. I wonder how it would feel to envelop her perky nipples with m

~Zia~ Xavier’s lips tasted so sweet. No, he tastes sweeter than before. I moaned when his fingers sewed into my hair, fisting my locks and ruining my updo in the process. A pair of rough, warm palms clasping my face, angling my mouth to gain better access, devouring my lips. His wonderful warm tongue seamed my lower lip, teasing me to let him. In my head, I’m still asking myself if this is the right thing to do. Thoughts of the rejection he did to me eight months ago still hangs above my head. ‘What ifs’ are refraining me from giving in even if my body is already celebrating his touch. A deep growl resonated from his throat when I kept my resistance up. My hand remained closed on my side, but his hands were busy working on me. He let go of my face; one glided around

~Zia~ Since I was sixteen, I’ve looked forward to the day that I’ll get married to Calvin. I designed this wedding dress a week after I learned of our betrothal. That’s how excited I was. It’s a mirage of color between white champagne and nude fabric. Mom’s friend, Sylvia Marino, a well-known fashion designer, made this for me. She turned my messy design to captivate both a luxurious and bohemian vibe. Sylvia accentuated the V-neckline with handmade pleats and embroidered lace appliqué that trails from the bodice, straps to the keyhole back detail. The A-line ball gown skirt also bears the exact delicate details and forms an extravagant chapel length train. This was the only detail in my wedding that was purely my idea. Mom and Francine took care of everything apart from my dress, but a lot of things have changed