Novels by ORION

KIM“Why do I have to cover my eyes, Nathan? You've been acting mysterious for the past two days since we arrived in Switzerland” I complained as Nathan led me somewhere, blindfolded. “Just trust—watch your step, one foot on the stair—Yeah, that's right,” he instructed. I climb onto the stairs, my heels clanking on what seems to be a metal floor. With one hand holding my mysterious husband tightly and another in front of me, I tried to feel for any obstacles on my way. “You just have to trust me, hemel,” he said, convincing and reassuring. “Trust you? The last time I trusted you, you tricked me into drinking a broccoli smoothie—your supposed, healthy smoothie!”“Broccoli are healthy hemel”“Yeah. But broccoli and pickles are definitely not a smoothie recipe. It's just yuck!”“That…I was just teasing you. Have I really done anything that makes you distrust me? You know this past week,” He added the last past hastily. I laughed despite myself. “No, you haven't. You've surprisingly

KIMLake Lucerne stretched endlessly before, nestling within the Swiss Alps. A shimmering expanse of glassy water that reflected the golden rays of sunlight. Nathan lay close to me, his warmth enveloping me like a cool summer breeze. His breath fanned the back of my neck, and his arm draped over my waist casually like it's the most normal thing in the world. Just….I'm the one who's not normal. I can feel the rise and fall of his chest on my back, acutely aware of the fact that his bare chest is grazing my bare back. I tried to stay still, not wanting to wake him, but I also wanted to look at his face. Ever so slowly, I turn in his arms, wanting to look at him more closely now.All night, while we're at it, my mind was so clouded with pleasure and passion that I forgot to worship the drop-dead gorgeous on top of me.My cheeks turned the colour of strawberry jam as I recalled our passion-filled night. Nathan was… well, a man with unbelievable stamina. He went on last night and ever

PHOBE No.I want more, but I can't do it.I can't tell him what I want. What we had was just sex, nothing more.How I wish that were true. It's a lie. I know it's a lie. I know I have fallen for this guy, deeply. But can I trust him? Can I trust that he will not hurt me?“Isn't that what you want?” I asked, my breath hitching in anticipation of his answer.“What if I want it more than once with you?” He replied and I felt my stomach drop. Is that it? Is it all just sex for him? Then why is he angry with me being with another guy?“Fine, then our relationship stays that way” I lied. ‘I want more!’ My subconscious screams at me.“Okay” he shrugged, "Do you want to come to my place?”Of course I want to. “Can you drive? You're not drunk on whisky right?”“Nah I'm fine. I won't be driving us to our death” he smirked I slap my hand on his shoulder, giving him a playful glare. How dare he play with something like that?“I swear I only take a sip”Then I really glared at him.“Or two.”

WILLIt's been three days, three fucking days since my wild encounter with phoebe and I still can't get her out of my head. I have tried to convince myself it's just the sex, but deep down I know that's not it.The sex is good, best even, no doubt, but there's something more, something that terrifies the shit out of me.I sit in the VIP section of ‘Aura’, another club with potential that I just bought from the fool who doesn't know how to run a club. The deal was finalised earlier this evening and I decided to stay behind to observe the workers. Perhaps there are some workers that I'll need to flush out, especially those idiots behind the bar who just pocket a customer's number. It is a strict rule for bartenders working for me not to have a personal relationship with customers outside of their line of work. They can flirt and talk sweetly, anything to make the customer buy more but nothing beyond that.“I want that blonde guy out of here after tonight's shift” I said, turning to th

KIMI hum with happiness as the warm water runs down my body onto the tiled floor, washing the soap off my body and filling the steamy bathroom with the smell of roses and lavender.My mind went over my conversation with Nathan early this morning. The kiss, the moan, the subtle promise of something inevitable that will happen tonight. I took a couple of deep breaths, trying to placate the fluttering butterflies in the pit of my stomach. Why the hell did I say that? Am I making a move on him? Oh God, how am I supposed to act tonight?Do I just pretend nothing happened, or do I deliberately drive him to the edge so that he can make a move himself? Oh God, I need Phoebe in times like these. She's a pro when it comes to this stuff. I swipe my hand over the mirror hanging on the wall of the bathroom, and a pair of hazel eyes stare back at me.“Kim Danielson Pearce” I called out to myself, “You got this!” I swipe my hand over the length of the mirror to clear the steam so I can look at m

JEFFI pinched the bridge of my nose as I tossed my glasses on the table. I can't believe Mr Pearce subjected this to me. It's worse than I ever imagined. I have been going through every file together with the trusted employee that Mr Pearce asked me to gather, and so far, it's a dead end.“Maybe we should check again, Mr Robert?” Lukas, one of the strategic planning team, suggested. “I'm certain what we're looking for is not here. Perhaps we should report back to Mr Pearce?” Lucy from Finance said.She's right. I have a feeling that what we're looking for isn't here. Or perhaps there's an angle we're missing. I heave a frustrating sigh as I push my chair backwards. “Let's take a coffee break,” I inform them and walk away towards the break room.I'm sceptical about calling Mr Pearce. If I let him know that we couldn't find anything, I'm afraid he will abandon his vacation and fly over to take control. That's something I don't want.He has been suffering for a long while now, focusi