Novels by Gills Power

Zara Langford God, no! Not now! Hold him.The heavens heard my prayers and the door clicked shut. I released a breath I never knew I was holding.That was close.I can't afford for him to find me this way. My job will be at stake. I'm not ready for another cold remark, I already had enough.Adrien got to where I stood, and he leaned toward my ear, He blew raspberries on my earlobe. My ears twitched.Ewwww! Now, I really feel like throwing up. Jeez! That ewww!I took two steps backward. I arched my brow at him. He looked taken aback by my actions. Adrien's neck was red; his eyes refused to leave mine, but he kept rubbing his palm on his pants. Adrien cleared his throat and pointed to his room door… the second time today. Let's have it…. Hehehe.“I'd be in there” Adrien scratched his head. He opened his mouth to say something. Hesitated. Closed it and then reopened it.“You are beautiful… I'll see you around” He said in a rush. He turned to his door and went in witho

Declan VossThe plane landed.And the pilot announced we had reached our destination from the cockpit.I carried my bag and climbed down the stairs of the plane that was already rolling out.The plane attendant helped Zara with her luggage. Zara came down the stairs holding a laptop bag and her tablet.What I still don't understand is why she packed so many bags for just a three-day trip.Wait… must really be a coincidence. Three bags for three days—a bag per day perhaps.Ridiculous.I walked straight to the rented car while she strode after me. The cool morning breeze was blowing up her hair.The driver opened the door for me, and I got in. He turned around doing the same to Zara.I nestled my neck into the seat. I pulled out my sunglasses and put them over my eyes.It's about to go down. Yes… down!To ruin Victor's life has always been my biggest priority. And the thought that his daughter will be helping with this blow that will stun him, added to my happiness.Zara Langford. The r

Zara Langford My phone fell out of my hands onto the plane's floor.Can I at least get a break!I placed my hands on my chest. My heart was pounding. It felt like it would explode in minutes.Social media really is a crazy place. Within a few minutes, all these pictures were already published.I read the first post on my feed out loud. "Finally! A Woman to Warm Declan Voss's Bed on a Business Trip!" Everything went blurry. Unblurred and went blurry again.I tried processing the words in my head. Woman. Warm. Bed.Christ! What the hell!I gazed at the pictures attached to it. My shock tripled. The pictures were photoshopped. In the pictures, Declan's face was a few inches from mine and the look in his eyes was unbelievable.Lust. Obsession. Love. Damnit! I need a fucking break.I warned the asshole! Warm his fucking bed?! I'm not his mistress. I didn't need to read the remaining ridiculous post. I turned off my phone.Exhaling through my mouth. My hand clasped tightly.Before I c

Zara Langford Then watch me do that. The words resounded in my head after he said that. What the hell! Declan Voss was going to carry me…. in front of all these people? In front of the cameras? Before I could argue, Declan Voss slid one arm under my knees and the other behind my back, lifting me like I was weighing nothing. The crowd erupted. Cheers. Claps. Whistles. echoes here and there. My ears chose the moment to grip the question a reporter threw my way. How does it feel to be in the arms of the most handsome business prince? Being made the center of attention has always been my favorite before now. But right now, I wish for the ground to open and swallow me up. If my face were red… it would probably be redder than blood now. Questions kept flying in… most of them directed at me. I was in the arms of the most famous Business lord—the heartbeat of everyone. The one everyone wants but can't touch. Natalie would definitely be screaming her lungs out if she watched the

Declan Voss I gazed down at my wristwatch for the umpteenth time. I'm supposed to be at the airport now. Zara. Where the hell is she? She is gradually trying to keep a record as a latecomer. I paced to and fro in my office. I took the telephone from my office desk and made a call to my receptionist. “Have you seen, Zara?” “Yes sir, she is coming towards your office now… she should be there in 2… “I hung up before she could complete her words. And almost immediately, the door burst open. Zara froze immediately and she saw my standing figure. Her eyes darted to her wristwatch, she exhaled. “Good morning sir” she greeted, clutching her tablet closer to her chest with some files in her other hand. I looked at her from the hair on her head to her feet. My eyes paused on her feet. A red killer stilettos. The under is thinner and longer than the previous one. Is she fucking kidding me right now? Appearing on stilettoes that are far thinner than yesterday's. Didn't she get my

Zara LangfordMy phone almost slipped from my hands.What the hell!!The fucking bastard. I gazed at the text messages again and my teeth slammed together.The text reads:“Don't forget to set your damn alarm. I don't wanna lose a flight because of your carelessness.”“And yes dump those heels if you don't know the proper way to use them, I don't want reporters making headlines about my personal assistant breaking a leg while climbing down the plane steps”The fuck!Who the fuck does he think he is? Asking me to set my alarms simply because I was late on my first day?What a prick! A fucking asshole!Sucker!“Damn it, Declan!” I screamed, and I tossed my phone over the bed. Running my fingers through my hair.He is acting just like my father—Bossy… demanding… behaving as if I'm his property.My room door closed with a thud. My neck turned towards the door. And there she was… Natalie.I sighed.Can she ever knock?Natalie doesn't understand what privacy really is.I keep wondering if h