Chapter 1 The Surprise

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3^rd person's POV:

The young 22 years old girl woke up when her alarm went off. She groggily rubbed her eyes and rolled off the bed.

After a quick shower, she dressed up, untangled her hair and applied some moisturizer and

lip balm and made her way to her bedside table. Opening the first drawer she saw the brooch given by her childhood sweetheart, the one who was there for her whenever she needed him, who chased her nightmares away.

It had been her daily routine for the past seven years. She would kiss the brooch every day before leaving her room in the morning.

I wish we were together Archer. I still love you so much. She said; her voice barely above a quiet whisper. She found her eyes brimming with unshed tears.

Tulip.

My little Tulip. His deep voice rang in her ears.

"Livie! Hurry up. You are already late honey." Her mother's loud voice reached to her ears, bringing her back from her trip down the memory lane. She quickly kissed it and put it back in its place and skipped towards the dining room, after collecting her things.

In dining room she found her mother called Serena Miller serving breakfast to her father. Things have changed much since they moved to North Carolina. Her parent’s relation has

improved. Much to her heart's contentment they were a happy couple now. Her mother started caring for her more.

It was not that you ever complained when she was neglectful towards you Livie!  Her subconscious mocked.

Shut up.

"Livie?" Olivia's eyes snapped towards her mother.

"I have been calling you for last 5 minutes."  Her mother's blue eyes narrowed.

"Sorry mom." She smiled sheepishly. She had been zoning out a lot lately.

"That's alright honey. Good morning." She smiled and hugged her daughter. "Good morning mom."

"Good morning dad." She chirped.

"Good morning Olivia."her father replied. After quickly gulping the glass of an orange juice she left for her college.

After fifteen minutes or so she was in her college premises.

 She was only three years away from her dream job. She was a medical student; a youngest one in her class as she graduated from her high school at the age of 17 and at the age of 21 she was done with her bachelor’s degree.  It had been always her dream to help others. She had already decided what she was going to do after the completion of her MD course.

Her lips curled into a breathtaking smile on thinking about her passion. Seeing her smile her stalker found himself smiling, a normal smile after years.

She felt as if someone was watching her. She glanced sideways but found no one. She frowned making her devilishly handsome stalker smirk.

Jesus! I'm tripping. She thought to herself.

I'm such an idiot. Last night, I should have slept after studying my pathology notes instead of

thinking about him. She mentally chastised herself.

She met her best friend Samantha in the hallway, who rushed to her on seeing her and hugged her. "Thanks God!  You are here. I've been so worried for you." She gushed out.

"Worried for me or for these notes?" Olivia replied sassily flashing the blue folder in her

hands.

Just then the alarm of Samantha's phone went off, indicating that it was time to rush to her class.

"For both babes. Come on. We are getting late." Olivia could not help but smile on her best

friend’s attitude.

Where Olivia was a calm and collected person Samantha was loud and party girl, who could care less what others had to say about her. In the middle of the class, professor Manhor had to leave the class due to an assistant of dean, but he did not take that long.

"Miss Miller?" He called on coming back.

"Yes sir?" Olivia answered.

"Dean wants to see you now. Go to his office." Her eyes widened at his words.

Darn it! What did I do to get a call from dean?  She thought to herself.

Her best friend gave her a reassuring smile but it did not ease her stress and worry. Nonetheless, she collected her things and after giving a tight lipped smile to her best friend, made her way to the dean's office.

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She knocked on the door and stepped inside the office. To her shock there was no dean inside the office. Only some stranger in Armani black fitted suit was standing there with his back to her.

She knew that he was not the dean because the dean was a small, fat man while the man standing there was tall, lean and well built.

"Urmm...excuse me sir?" She spoke politely, to get his attention.

Her voice sounded like a sweet melody to his ears. He turned towards her and her eyes widened with surprise.

Am I dreaming? She thought. He looks like my Archer!

Instead of casual clothes he was wearing an Armani suit. He looked a bit different from his old self; his eyes did not hold the similar warmth and adoration for her to which she was used to as a child and teenager. They were cold and his sharp jaw was covered with light subtle, giving him a rugged look. But before she knew his name rolled off her tongue.

"Ar...Archer?" She queried, Archer Zander Mitchell; the man of her dreams, her lover.

He felt like purring like a fucking wolf when he heard her say his name. Her voice was soft and melodious. His irises darkened when he drank in her features. She had pale skin, dark blue almond shaped eyes, small nose and cherry colored luscious lips. Her once golden hairs were honey blonde now. Her golden hairs were touching her hips making her look even more

beautiful. She had a perfect figure, a slim waist and weight on all the right places.

Perfect! Fucking perfect! Only these words came in his mind.

He felt his member twitching in his pants. Who knew one day he will be getting a hard on just by looking at her. Unlike the women who kept his bed warm in her absence, her body was fully covered.

My Tulip has grown so much. Unable to control himself from touching her he marched towards her and cupped her rosy cheeks. To his shock they were wet.

When the fuck she started crying? He frowned.

When you were eye fucking her. The devil whispered in his ears.

"Did you miss me my little Tulip?" He

her cheek.

She leaned in to his touch like a kitten. 

She missed me. Words were not needed to know this. Her eyes were telling this. Two wet dark topaz colored orbs were the proof.

She did not forget him in all these years. After all it's not possible for a queen to forget her king.

Her dark blue eyes were glassy. If there was anything which he used to hate the most in past, it was to see her beautiful dark blue eyes glossy.

She needs to save these tears for later when I will discipline her. The dark thought crossed his mind.

Oh my God! He remembers….he remembers my nick name.

In no time tears made their way down her eyes, drenching her eyelashes. She closed her eyes and opened them again. It looked as if she was having a hard time in believing that he was really here.

"Tulip," He said softly but she did not answer him.

This was another thing which he hated. He hated to wait for an answer. He felt the rage building up inside him. But he knew he had to keep calm for his pretty angel. He

cleared his throat to gain her attention but it was useless. She did not even spare him a glance. Before he could say something else to her she enveloped him in a hug, taking him by a surprise. His arms naturally wrapped around her. The sobs wracked her body. Hearing her sobs made him feel a slight pang in his heart. 

Fuck!

He slowly broke the hug and cupped her wet rosy cheeks.

"Shhh! Why are you crying? Huh?" He cooed.

She only sniffled. He could feel his patience slipping away from him.

"Tulip?" He growled.

"I missed you." She murmured finally.

His lips tilted upwards into a breathtaking smile and his eyes softened. This was what which she used to tell whenever he went away for a day or two for work and now he was hearing this after nine long years. He could swear on his life that he had always loved to hear this.

"Then why ya left?" He asked, hugging her tightly.

It is the story of another time. I will tell him later. She thought to herself and kept quiet.

He nuzzled his nose in her hair, her amazing flowery scent instantly calming him. She smelt of lavenders.

She would love the gardens of her new home. They have almost all types of flowers. He thought.

He rubbed her back trying to calm her.

"I fucking missed ya so much! I'm not letting ya go now! Not now. Not ever." His voice deepened to a husky growl.

He pulled away but did not remove his hands from her waist. His gaze moved towards her cherry colored lips.

He could not stop himself from touching them with his own lips.

The moment he pressed his lips against hers he felt the blood rushing towards his groin.

Her lips were so soft against his. The mere kiss had his groin tightening painfully.

 Fuck! He swore against her lips

He felt like his world stopped on its axis. The world around him dissolved into nothing.

When he pulled away after few seconds their breathings were raged. Her cheeks turned even redder.

 Eh! The beautiful blush which I grew to like. No scratch that. Love so much in the past years when we were together and happy.

Her milky white soft hands were placed against his chest. They looked so little against his broad chest.

He moved his thumb across her right cheek and said; "My Tulip still has the ability to change colors like a chameleon? Aye?" His voice was hoarse.

She only gave a small smile in response and looked away.

Not again! He groaned in his mind. I seriously need to tell her that it was must for her to give me a reply; no matter what. I love to hear her voice.

This time he was planning to own her mind, soul and body. He would make her his in every way possible. Her day would start thinking about him and would end with his face and actions in her mind. He was going to make sure of that.

His chain of thoughts broke when a sweet voice reached his ears.

"How did you find me?” She asked with a cute frown on her face.

"Through my men sweetheart" He answered. He deliberately did not elaborate much.

"Men? You hired people in order to find me? Like detectives?" She was asking too many questions for his liking. She needed to stop that.

"Sort of." He grumbled. Before she could ask any more questions he placed his one arm under her knees and one at her lower back and picked her up.

A shriek escaped her lips making him laugh. The glare which she sent his way amused him. He plopped on the sofa with Olivia in his lap. His arms wrapped around her.

Fuck! She moved her hips to settle comfortably in his lap due to which the blood rushed to his

organ.

"Archer! It’s not comfortable here please let me sit there." She pointed to the seat beside him.

What the fuck! His eyes hardened and jaws ticked.

"Ya never had any problem with this before! Now what the fuck happened to make you feel uncomfortable" He snapped.

Her eyes widened and a shock marred her features. "Archer! I was a kid at that time!" She exclaimed.

"So what? Now that you have grown up we start acting like fucking strangers! Huh?" He sneered.

This woman surely knows how to piss me off.

She only glared at him in response.

"Tulip. Answer. Me!" He said through gritted teeth.

"What the hell is wrong with you? I did not say any such thing. I just told you that I’m not comfortable. Why are you making such a big deal out of it?" She seethed and narrowed her eyes at him.

The fucking nerve of this woman!

"Tulip ya don't get ta use this tone with me." Though he spoke calmly but only he knew he was seconds away from punishing his defiant angel.

She only rolled her eyes at him and looked away.

If it was somebody else he would have put the bullet between his eyes for this action but he could not do that with his angel. She was the reason he woke up every day.

He gripped her chin in his thumb and forefinger and turned her face towards him. He did not apply much force on her chin but his grip was firm. Firm enough for her to know who had the power here.

Her small yet full lips were almost touching his and her breath which smelt of strawberries was falling on his face.

"I will let it slide this time but if ya dare to disrespect me again I would not think twice before breaking your jaw! Ceart go leor?" His voice was deadly calm. (Ok)

Her eyes widened with shock and her breath hitched.

The fear was evident in those blue orbs. She was looking at him as if she had seen an alien.

"Are.We.Clear.Tulip?" He seethed through gritted teeth.

"Y__yes." she stuttered out.

"Good