Dylan reached to the bakery...his fashion sense was her favourite.The way he dressed as if he was some sort of a magazine model.No doubt the man was rich and handsome.Any girl could drool over him...guess she was one lucky brat.Pidge walked to him as she kissed him.The three girls smiled at their soft romance."How are you, baby?" he asked softly and she answered, "Fine. You?""Perfect...I had the perfect last night..." his whispers were low."Okay, love birds. Enough with the whispering," Winter said in a taunting tone."What's with the long face, Winter?" Dylan asked walking forward, his hand grabbing the waist of his girlfriend."Oh, it's too much Winter..." Rosina interrupted."And yet she is heated up..." Lia completed the sentence.Winter pursed her lips in a thin line speaking up, "You can have all the romance in the world...she might not be able to meet you in a few days..."Dylan narrowed his dark eyebro
After a while remaining quiet, the old lady stood up and held her clutch as she started walking."Come on, Dylan..." she only said this and the stepson instantly followed her leaving his fiance behind.All the way to the house, she remained silent. He also, thinking of uttering a word but he couldn't.Driving to his house, he parked the car outside and stopped the engine.His mother opened the door and stepped out, slamming the door gently before walking in.Sighing Dylan hit his hand abruptly to the steering wheel.He was so sure that his stepmother would disapprove of the girl.The silence on her face said it all.Dylan had just stepped in the house when he made his way to the stairs.Suddenly his mother called out, "Dylan..."He paused and turned to walk to the living room as he just kept on standing."Go to your room and pack your bags."As he parted his lips to speak she raised her hand to make him quiet."That's
Dylan reached to the bakery where he saw the girls were sitting idle, all of their faces sad."Pidge?" he looked around then to the girls."She is gone..." Winter stated impassively.He rushed out of the bakery looking around just to find her.Dialling her number, he waited for her to answer.Dylan was getting insane...both of his hands tight on his head."Pidge!" he yelled before getting on his knees.A bleak, thin wind it was, like a fine sour wine, searching the marrow and bringing no bloom to the cheek.Pidge knew the moment she started to cry, she was alone. She cried slowly, with tears dripping down her temples and the soft hum of her own voice echoing throughout the room. She knew she existed and breathed. It was as simple and beautiful as the strumming of a guitar. Yet, she meant nothing to anyone. She was alone, sinking deeper and deeper within her own music.The rest of the world could be seen, drifting farther and farther away
The smell of fresh wood was spread around when she came back in her senses.Pidge slowly opened her eyes just to look around.She was in a room, laying comfortably on a warm bed...the heater giving her warmth.She looked around and found that she was somewhere safe...but who brought her here?Her head was pounding heavily as she tried to get up from the bed."Easy, love..." there came a familiar voice made her turn her neck to him.He walked forward gently placing the tray on the bedside table."Dylan..." she spoke weakly."How are you feeling?" he asked worriedly."What am I doing here?" she asked looking him in the eyes."You had a fever...so I brought you here," he answered honestly."Dylan, this is not right. We cannot meet now that we have broken..." she was immediately interrupted by him saying, "No, we haven't broken up, Pidge. And we never will...""Your mother..." she again, was interfered by the handsome hunk sayi
"You don't have to continue being a baker in my bakery..." Mrs Willow quietly sipped the coffee."I want to...""Mrs Willow, you started with me. I was the only person when the bakery got opened. And now that we have reached this far...I don't want to make my energy wasted."I may not be the original owner of it...but deep down, I love the bakery."The words of Pidge soothed the heart of an old lady as she let out a pleasing smile."It's yours...I respect your decision."Dylan was quite satisfied with the behaviour of his mother.He knew that she will sooner or later accept Pidge...not because he threatened her to but she could not stand against his only son.He was her weakness."Pidge?" the voices of three cheerful girls came across their ears and they turned their faces around.Lia, Rosina and Winter walked in watching the happy face of Pidge."Lia! Rosina! Winter!" she stood up pleasantly and went to them for a hug."I'
Mrs Willow had opened the door of her son's bedroom and saw the empty bed.She thought he might be in the washroom but the lights there were shut, too.She then thought to check upon Pidge and watched the both of them sleeping peacefully.A warm feeling arose in her heart as she let out a hearty smile.Turning away, she went back to sleep.Next morning, Pidge woke up with a wide smile of the man lying next to her."Morning, sunshine..." he spoke delightfully."Morning..." she yawned as she stretched herself."Wake up and have breakfast. Then we have to go to the boutique for the dress."His words brought a wide smile on her face."Are you coming with us, too?" she asked yawning."Why, yes. Of course, I am going with you. I'm going to help you choose the dress for our engagement.""As if..." she rolled her eyes standing up as she walked to the vanity mirror just to see her beautiful sleepy face."Don't roll your eyes ov
"Sire, your jet is ready to roll..." a man, dressed in cargo pants and black shirt, his features strong and bald hair made him look more of a professional bodyguard."Good..." he didn't bother to look at him, just burying his head to a file he was reading."But, sire..." the bodyguard seemed quiet...trying to find the exact words which could not make his boss angry.He raised his head...his deep pierced eyes directly looked up to gazed him."Ms Russo has thrown a party on her yacht..." the bodyguard informed carefully.His gaze went from expressionless to judgy as his ears rose and the jaw goes clenching."This is what you have to say, Conrard?" his eyes go narrow."Sorry to bother you, Sire. I was told to inform you..." the bodyguard gulped in nervousness.The man who was sitting on the office chair twitches his lips as he leaned back on his seat...so much going on his mind.He had tousled dark brown hair, which was thick and lustrous. H
"Come on, guys. Let's go already!" Winter couldn't contain her excitement.She was wearing a long coat wrapped up paired with jeans, her long boots covered up till her ankles.She felt giddy with excitement. She wanted to run, to shout, but she had to wait.Wait for her sluggish best friends who were taking way too long."Relax, Winter! Our flight is not in five minutes!" Lia who walked down the stairs shouted."We only have two hours. Let's get going..." Winter spoke back."Okay, Dylan. I'm all covered up," Pidge spoke staring at the phone screen as she climbed down the stairs.She and Dylan had been talking on a video call ever since he reached NewYork.When the taxi arrived and they were ready to go, Mrs Willow stopped her daughter in law and exclaimed, "Take very good care of yourself, my child."She even hugged her before she let her go completely.Pidge, Rosina, Lia and Winter were sitting in a taxi which took them to the airpo
Maddox stepped down the stairs of the private jet and buttoned his suit.The shades he was wearing made him look some kind of a King.That was right. He was the King of Vegas.He was used to this kind of luxurious life, now none of it bothers him.He knows all the people who know him fears of him. Yet he enjoys seeing their drained faces and voices stammers in front of him.On the runway were standing two powerful SUVs along with a black limousine shining perfectly.He stepped in his car and seated comfortably. The car drove to the private villa he booked for his staying.Conrard had booked Soneva Fushi Private Reserve for his boss.Conrard was the left hand and the manager of Maddox Dasher.There is no one in this world Maddox trusts more than him."Where is Travolta?" asked Maddox looking out of the car window.Conrard took a look at his phone and answered, "Your villa..."The car screeched to a magnificent private villa.