Novels by israeldooseanastasia

Eva’s POVMicah doesn’t kiss me back.His body goes taut in my arms. At first, I think he’s shocked but when I continue kissing him and he makes no move to respond, I pull away.Heat rushes to my cheeks, and embarassment settles in the pits of my belly. “I’m s-sorry. I should have asked.”God, I’m making a fool out of myself tonight, aren’t I?I take my shoes and purse from him. “Goodnight, Micah.”I turn to the direction of my room with my head bowed in shame. But when my hand finds the door knob, I feel him behind me.I freeze.Large hands wrap around my waist and tug me to his chest. My hips settle snug between his thighs. And my heart…it skyrockets.It pounds a million miles per second.“M-Micah?”“Shush.” He nuzzles his face in the crook of my neck and shoulder. “Just…let me breathe you in.”“Urm…”My tongue sits heavy in my mouth, my stomach clenches when the roughness of his beard meets the smoothness of my cheek.God, how it’ll feel between my thighs.Wait!Stop!I quickly bac

Eva’s POVBeep.“You are such a despicable twat, Stefan. How could you?”Beep.“Oh fuck you, Grayson. You think you know my wife better than me? Peanut oil was not stated in the menu.”Beep.“It was! You don’t fucking read! You don’t ask questions because you have an ego the size of Mars!” He snaps. “And she’s my wife, not yours.”Stefan chuckles. “She’s coming back with me, she said so.”“I never said that.” My voice is hoarse, and it’s uncomfortable to speak but I had to put that out there.I won’t let Stefan ruin anything else for me.As soon as the words leave my mouth, I’m crowded and it takes a few tries to peel my eyes open. From the beeping and the strong scent of antiseptic, I already had an idea of where I was.The hospital.And I also remember the events that led to me being here. Stefan tried to kill me.My eyes find Micah’s first, but he moves a few steps back. My heart sinks.“Eva.” Stefan grabs my attention. “I’m so glad you’re okay. I had no idea there was peanut oil

Eva’s POVStefan can’t take his eyes off me. It should make me feel good, it should make my head swell with pride but…it doesn’t.“You’ve changed, Eva.” He sounds impressed, unbelievably so. “You know, I thought this was all a phase or some twisted game to get my attention.”I take a sip of my wine. “It isn’t.”The lie rolls off my tongue easily. After all, the only reason I agreed to marry Micah is because I wanted to Stefan to regret everything.To regret the way he treated me, to regret it all.He doesn’t seem to, though. “I’ve got to say, it is surprising.”“Why? Because you never expected me to grow a backbone?”“More or less.” He shrugs. “I do think you have a mean streak, you know? Grayson? Of all people?”I don’t reply.I know Stefan has a short fuse. He might be sounding calm and impressed right now, but he’s still got an air of bitterness around him, chaos.“Why did you want to meet?” I ask pointedly, ignoring the petty tantrum he wants to throw.His eyes drag down the lengt

Micah’s POVI drink the pain away.Drinking is something I never wanted to indulge in because of my mom’s addiction. I never wanted to be like her, I didn’t want to have a vice that could make me like my mother…an addict.For a long time, I hated alcohol. Until that changed.Now, here I am, pouring glass after glass of whiskey because my wife agreed to a date with her ex-husband.I can hear the ruckus upstairs, could perceive her perfume—very delectable—as I passed her room earlier.Darryl’s words from a few days ago ring in my ears.“You sound like you’re falling for her,” he had said. “Was that part of the plan?”At the time, I told him off. I swore that it wasn’t like that—though, Eva doesn’t know that.But now, these feelings have never felt more real.I shoot back another glass and pour myself some more.That’s when her footsteps come down the stairs. The heels click softly against the wooden floor, and I lift my eyes at the sound.And there she is.She appears…like a goddess.M

Eva’s POV“This can be handled internally, Mr Grayson,” Erica, head of HR says calmly. “Mrs Grayson, you were a witness, yes?”“Her name is Mrs Hart,” Stefan interrupts.Micah scoffs. “This—this is exactly what I’m talking about! Do you all see that?” He rises and points an angry finger at Stefan. “It’s Eva Grayson. It’s been over a month since we’ve been married, so let her go, Stefan. She’s not yours anymore.”Micah finally settles and takes my hand, the one with my ring. Stefan looks at me from across the conference table, and I look away.Though Micah and I haven’t settled, I don’t take my hand from him. We need to pose a united front right now, especially with this internal conflict resolution the firm is pushing us to have.This morning, Micah informed me about the immediate conference meeting concerning what happened between Stefan and the two of us.Apparently, the firm suggests handling the issue internally rather than going to court, and we decided to hear them out.Until St

Forty Three: He Threatened MeMicah’s POV[Two Weeks Later]“Tell him, Anthony, that if for some goddamn reason I see him outside my office or near me or my wife, he will be arrested!” I snap into the phone.Anthony, my lawyer, sighs deeply at the other end. “You both work together, Grayson—”“Nah uh,” I cut him off. “You don’t get to do that. You don’t get to do that.”“Do what?”“Make me feel like I shouldn’t teach his sorry ass a lesson! If he cared about this firm, about his job, he wouldn’t barge into my fucking office and insult me!”It’s been two weeks since that dreadful encounter and I’ve never felt more triggered in my life.“Grayson!”“He threatened me!” I shout. “Did you hear me? I said he fucking threatened me! And you think because we work for the same firm I can’t put a restraining order on him?”“You can. I was just trying to suggest if there’s any other way around this.”“There’s none.”“Micah,” he sighs again. “You will have meetings together. Sometimes he may have t