Staying in his embrace for a while, they finally broke away, their eyes gazing at each other searching for affirmation. Noah’s hands rode up to her face, wiping her tears and kissing each part of her face where his thumb caressed. His eyes fell on her lips. Just as he was about to pull away, Eve’s hands clutched his collar tightly, holding him in place. Her head cocked to the side as her lips fell on his. Their lips locked, engaging in a fierce kiss, their hands weaving through each other’s hair. No words were being said as Eve’s hands slid down to his neck and then his shirt, loosening his buttons, some flying in different directions in the room. Getting rid of his shirt, she broke away from the kiss, her lips immediately lunging on his neck, sucking hard and fast while her hands roamed around his broad chest. He let her touch him to her satisfaction, kissing him on his neck down to his chest. Until he remembered she was not in her right state. “Eve, you can’t do this. You’re no

“Not again,” Eve groaned as she stared at her watch for the thousandth time in annoyance. Four hours, four good hours she’d spent waiting for him and is still waiting. He’d promised or show up for their Friday night dinner but as always, he ended up disappointing her again. Staring at herself in the mirror, she sighed. To think that she’s spent hours filling herself up for him and putting on one of her favorite dresses only for him not to show up. Anger was an understatement for what she was feeling. Her eyes fell on her watch again. Ten pm, it read. Angrily, she took a face wipe and quickly wiped her makeup off, blinking back the tears that threatened to flow at the thought of Noah’s disappointment. By eleven pm, she was lying on the bed in her nightdress, her eyes staring at the ceiling. She’d tried calling him just to know if he was alright but his phone was switched off. Uneasiness filled her thoughts. Picking her phone from the bedside table, she dialled a number. “Hello?” The

“Melissa, Lisa.”“Melissa.”Melissa hid under the table in her room as her father’s call rang throughout the mansion. Burying her head on her knees, she shook in fear. How did things turn out another way than she planned? She’s planned to make Eve leave Noah again but all her plans crumble in front of her. And now, every news channel carries her news. They were saying that she drugged Mr Hank and tried to sleep with him. They all hated her and applauded Eve for being a hero wife who exposed her plans. She was done for, a public figure like her. “Oh God, why did you let this happen to me?” She cried silently. Never for once had she thought that her plans would flop and it was all because of the two-faced Eve, it was all her fault for not making her plans work, her fault for making everyone hate on her. The yells from the living room continued. Good lord, her father was going to kill her for real this time. She was done for. He’d never raised his voice at her this way and it seemed t

Elle unbuttoned his shirt, a button at a time and after the job was done, she pulled it off him, leaving him in his singlet. She moved over to the edge of the bed and helped him remove his grey stocking before look at his pants, wondering if to let him sleep uncomfortable or not. “You better don’t puke on my sheets.” She wasn’t a fan of doing laundry . No one is. Rolling her eyes at her decision, she slowly unbuckled his belt and dragged his pants to his ankles, dragging it out of his legs, throwing it somewhere neither of them cared. Resisting the urge to stare at his boxer, Elle tucked him under the covers. Finally getting it all done, she turned to make her way to the door but before she could take more than a few steps, she felt his hand on hers. Before she could turn, she found her body hurling overp to him, slumping on him, her hair on his face.“Wh…what.”His eyes were open, staring at her like she was a meal, a delicious meal he hasn’t had in a while. “Liam, let go of me.”

“Where are you doing?” Eve asked between laughter as Noah tied her eyes with a silk cloth, leading her out of their bedroom. “Noah, where are we going? It’s late already.”“You’ll see.”Grinning, he led her out of the room up the stairs by the right, his hand leading her carefully. Once they got to the end of the stairs that led to the rooftop, he pushed open the door, the moonlight making it possible for him to see.“Are we there, yet?”“Right. A minute.” Slowly, he untied the silk cloth around her eyes, watching as she pried her eyes open, her gaze fixed on the sight before her. “Oh my goodness, Noah,” she exclaimed, her eyes wide as she tried to access her surroundings. “Is this real?” She couldn’t believe what she was seeing. The sight before her was ethereal, just the way she’d envisioned it. “Perfect, right?”“Utterly perfect.” She turned to face him. “How do you know about this? How do you know I want this?”“Don’t judge me. I mistakenly had to read your journal. It was unint