His legs glued to the floor, the hot sun scorching around his face, he wiped a strand away turning to face her.She walked towards him hurriedly, taking gentle steps. "I never got to know your name Sir. Incase.." The wind trampled her dark hair and layers rumpled around her face, she stood fixated to the floor, until her hands made way to her face before she placed a bit back in stock, a quiet sigh emitting her nostrils.He turned around, to freakin' look at her. Her eyes bulged slightly, and she stepped back, trying to control her fast beating heart.He was walking towards her, slow, steady steps that felt like a thousand steps, but it was just a few and in the next second he was in her presence, his figure hovering around her, his eyes dark and misty, as he gazed at with an uneven stare.He cupped her chin harshly, so much, she thought it would snap into two, she winced slightly, her voice breaking. "Sir.""It's Zane." He released his grip, his hands swiping across her jaw, a bolt o

Xander watched, with particularly no interest at all, as Kane popped the champagne, before lowering the liquid into his cup, "Drink up, Xander." Kane patted him in the shoulder lovingly, like a mother forcing her teenage sons to eat.Xander held the bottle before he chugged the sixth bottle into his mouth, he leaned on the chair as he watched the underworld bubble with noises, smokes of cigar, the stench of the people, it was suffocating, but for him, it was considered his therapy. It made him relax a little, and what better way to relax than to be with someone everyone considered a god? Kane."So, Xander. Tell me about this your wife." Kane stared at him, taking in another bottle. "Can I have her? For just one night?""Don't you dare do anything with her!" Xander growled, his head hurting badly, if there was one thing, he had an high alcohol resistance. He could have as many bottles as he wished. But hearing Kane say disgusting things about his wife intensified his anger, it brought

The time stopped ticking, hell, maybe it froze, or maybe it didn't. But, everyone seemed to have stopped- for a fraction of seconds, and jabbing of knuckles was heard from underneath the table.Lucas stared up at him, puckering his lips together, before his hands moved over to the cup of water, and he took a little sip, trying to digest in the information, "You hate pancakes.""They taste like foot." Mouths agape, three fun mouths hanging on plain air."Exactly." Nicole had said, before lowering the cup of water to her lips, and then, she took a little sip.The atmosphere turned gloomy, and Zane needed a quicker way to escape, find something to lie about, and get the damn out of the dangerous dining room, slowly, he pushed the table aside, his eyes moving towards the clock on the wall."Oh. Would you look at the time." Their eyes followed his suit, and it was only 7:16, seriously dude?"I have something to catch up." His voice was trembling, but then, he casted a cheeky smile towards

Xander had no idea hot to deliver the news, Hey you, I am travelling to Italy, and guess what? You are coming along because..Because what? Shit.Well, now, he had no chance to think of what to say, because she was facing him, her lips parting apart, wait, she didn't even wear any lipstick, what type of woman wouldn't even wear lipstick?For a moment, he was stuck, staring at her every composure.Nicole Hart was angry, her mood was dampen, and her heart was racing in different thoughts, who would have thought that the Almighty Xander Castillo would want to have a talk with her? Pathetic."What is it you wanted to talk about?" She was losing her patience, her stance."I am going to Italy." He paused, gazes at her, makes sure she grabs what he says, and when he was sure that she did. He spoke again. "And, you are coming with me." Seconds passed by slowly, something she acknowledged as slow paced. "I am not.""Yes, you are." He stressed his words, anger flooding through his veins, he gaz

Presently, Nicole is sprawled on her bed, on her night wear, thinking how her life had turned to this. Her once peaceful life had turned to a sham. A complete one, living with a Xander she had no idea of, a life she couldn't even rule. Messy.She sprawled her hair apart, before sinking on the soft mattress, clearly but a little weirdly, she had come to learn that the black colour that wavered around the whole manor brought a soft feeling to her chest.Xander. He was right. Or whoever said it, but black, it was a strong colour, it was waving and inviting, she loved it, every bit of it.She had no idea when the a gentle knock erupted from the door, immediately, she peered her eyes over to the clock, 7:30pm and she was already in bed. Yay, her life was completely sinking and she had no idea.She grabbed the blanket, and hauled it over to her body before resting her head on the headboard slat."Come in." She coughed gently, her hands flying over to her mouth, eager to see who it was, she