Adrian M Knox"How is she?”He asked as he closed the door to the hospital’s roof garden.Leon liked it there; he liked all things peaceful and ‘crisp’, the perfect definition of a man who would say their ideal first date would be a walk in a park. He was a romantic, a threat to him when it came to Ruby because he could treat her with a gentleness he couldn’t muster.He was leaning over the railing, completely disregarding the wooden bench decorated with bamboo on both sides."Normal, good. Is there a reason she can't smell you?"Leon responded, and he stiffened.Adrian wasn’t much of a smoker, but that question made him want to press one of Ruby’s drugs of choice between his fingers and inhale so that, for at least one second, he could feel how she does when she runs away through the smoke.That is how she copes—coped. Cigarettes, right?Was she smoking now—where she had run away to?She was…afraid of him; she was crying as he fell asleep.“Weird.”He muttered, but again, Leon did no

Adrian M. Knox This was the third time during the week that he found himself back in the hotel room—her hotel room, to be specific.She cleared out her room in the manor, leaving only the clothes he bought her—they were not a lot, merely two or three tailored dresses and the flowers she bought with Leon.It was almost as if no one but him existed in that space because not even a stray hair, a spare toothbrush or even a hairbrush remained. He couldn’t tell if she was meticulous or his staff spared him having to collect her items to build a nest with them.Oh, right, she did leave a few things in her room, her shelf that they had refurbished to stock with parenting and childcare books. There were so many...no, too many for one to say she was not prepared or excited for motherhood.Yet another thing that eluded him in the fog surrounding Elaine.Had he given in to her need to discuss their future with Elaine as his mate, would things have been different?He could lie and argue that they

"Ruby..."Adrian’s call echoes in my mind as his large hands part the flesh of my ass so that his shaft can sink deeper inside me.My limp and jelly-like legs hang on his elbows while he continues to fuck me on his feet. I am uncomfortable, but that is only because he has me in his arms as if I am a sex doll that weighs nothing and worse…the position makes it so that my clit slaps against his flesh each time he thrusts into me.Another cry escapes me as my hands leave the security of his shoulders to gaze at the blue of his eyes."Ruby..."He calls again, his mouth eerily close to my ears.A nagging fear tells me that he intends to bite my nape, but instead, he spins my body roughly and presses me against the wall—no traps me with the wall because now there is no way out no matter how much I wish to fight the cold embracing my back.Resistance is futile; my body feels like jelly, my nails claw his back, and my lips cry out as my orgasm inches to its climax because he has yet to stop p

"We’ll move the play set here and have the entire area be a rest or recess space for the kids, and then….”Sally’s voice is soothing; its soothing nature makes it easy to tune out.It's evening now, and besides the delicious-looking sandwiches brought, I haven't eaten much else today.Stress is slimming, one would say, but anymore, and I might just give myself ulcers."You look even worse than before you went out for coffee."Sally utters—weird, she was directing the workers a few seconds ago, so how come she is squatting before me?I really am the common denominator because why am I still not happy? Wasn’t leaving Ketria supposed to change everything? Why do I feel so numb?My mind flashes to Dominic before an inner groan fills me.He shouldn’t be the one to thrill me; a married man should never- should never make me feel this way."I'm fine, just a headache, and I guess I’m-""Guys!"A young man, I think his name is Craig, storms inside the enclosed workspace, commanding everyone’s

"Kath-" "Don't say it...don't say anything." I urge with one of my hands still raised to the air as if I could magically command him should he insist. Stepping away from him is hard; his scent is so sweet that I feel as if I am floating on the ground. My insides feel giddy, my centre throbs ridiculously, while my knees, shit…why are they so weak? Why does each step I take away from him seem like the last? "Katherine!" His yell stills my movements. I want him to call me Ruby; I want him to say my name in his voice that melts me, but instead of yielding to my fantasies, I bite my tongue. It hurts; perhaps I bit too hard, but then again, the pain helps me keep my eyes from fluttering shut when he nears me again. I should run. I should, but...I can't—I can barely keep upright. His hand reaches mine, pulling me back to his cinnamon and coconutty scent; are males supposed to smell this good or has the goddess tailored him for me? His gaze arrests my lips that remain parted because,