Yohan Dixon returned to the study room after having a delicious dinner. He had drank water but the taste and smell of the food were still fresh in his senses. He sat on his revolving chair leisurely and lit a cigarette for him. There was a lot to handle but the lunch had blown his mind completely as if the stress of the work had disappeared. He had never tasted such delicious food and the woman was serving it with her precious smile. The unhappy decision of having lunch cooked by her did not let him down. He would like to taste it in the future.
One by one, he smoked the cigarettes and soon the whole packet was emptied. He sighed and opened the drawer of the table in which a photograph was placed alone. The woman in the photograph was smiling purely and this smile shook his heart once again. Her precious and bright smile took him into his past and his eyes darkened. But then, his mobile rang which carried him back to the present.
“Hmm.”
“Congratulations, President Dixon.” It was Rudra Reddy.
Yohan Dixon placed the photograph back in the drawer and leaned back on his chair leisurely.
“You shouldn’t have tried to jump into the business where I exist.” He spoke in his low voice.
“We all lost because ‘Dixon’ is enough. Moreover, you are everywhere.”
“Sad.” Yohan Dixon put the cigarette butt in the ashtray and looked straight with his cold eyes.
“How are you?”
“As usual.”
“I was getting bored. So, I called Ryan and come to Vento City.”
“Done.” He quickly hung up the call, grabbed his coat and got out of the study room.
In the Dixon Hotel, Ryan Jenkins and Rudra Reddy have been sitting on the couch and Yohan Dixon was standing near the bar counter with a cigarette and wine.
Rudra Reddy smirked after looking at his broad back then looked at Ryan Jenkins.
“He hasn’t changed a bit.”
“He won’t.”
Listening to Ryan Jenkins, Rudra Reddy sipped the whiskey.
“He is smart and handsome. Alas! He is alone.” Rudra Reddy was sad for Yohan Dixon but Ryan Jenkins smirked at him.
“He was the same before your sister died. No one can change this man.”
Rudra Reddy leaned back on the couch and sipped the whisky with his dark eyes.
“Did he find a girlfriend?”
“Nope.”
Rudra Reddy smirked sarcastically, “Fucking emotions.”
He was sad for Yohan Dixon that he couldn’t find a woman after his sister's death. Ryan Jenkins glanced at the ashtrays on the bar counter and frowned. He put the glass back on the table and then went over there.
“You have become a chain smoker.” He was mad but couldn’t express it in front of Yohan Dixon.
As soon as he heard it, he flicked the ash in the ashtray and carelessly threw the empty packet of cigarettes.
“You should get married as soon as possible.” He wanted to see him happy and normal because he had been fed up with his cold and careless attitude towards his health. Yohan Dixon turned his head and looked at Ryan Jenkins with his heavy and red gaze.
“Wow! You look hot with these eyes.”
Yohan Dixon frowned and gulped the wine in a breath then leaned back on the counter while closing his eyes.
“Do you want to die, Ryan?” His hoarse voice was seductive and Ryan Jenkins returned helplessly to the couch.
“Don’t dare to tease him.” Rudra Reddy smirked.
“I am curious how your sister would have handled this damn attitude.” Ryan Jenkins was scared of that dangerous man.
“Are you leaving? Won’t you join us for dinner?” Rudra Reddy looked at Yohan Dixon who had picked up his blazer and stepped towards the door.
“No.”
His clear answer did not surprise them.
“I will not be able to return for a long time. Shouldn’t you stay? Ricky!” Rudra Reddy sighed when Yohan Dixon left with his shaky walk and did not reply to him.
“Where is his driver?” He asked Ryan Jenkins.
“He drives himself after drinking.”
“It is dangerous. At least you should call Nolan to pick him up.”
“Nolan doesn’t want to die.”
“What rubbish!”
The shaky footsteps entered the living room and the entire room became smelly just like every night. Again, he did not remember that he wasn’t alone in the villa so he took off his tie and threw the coat and the tie on the couch then went to the table to drink water while unbuttoning his shirt.
Sara Owen entered the living room and looked at his back hesitantly. Before she could open her mouth to talk, he had already taken off his shirt and threw it on her face unknowingly. For a while, she felt her senses became down due to his seductive body fragrance and she lowered his shirt from her face.
Yohan Dixon turned back and she saw his six-pack abs. It became awkward to face his bare torso and she turned back while biting her lips in panic. He kept glaring at her back with his heavy glare as if he had just seen her.
“I have prepared dinner.”
He lowered his gaze and glanced at his shirt in her grip near her waist. He frowned and she put the shirt on the back of the couch and left the living room to escape from the unknown silence.
Yohan Dixon was drunk but he had remembered the taste of the lunch which did not let him miss dinner. He entered the dining hall while buttoning his shirt when she was arranging the food on the table. He did not wait and began to eat even if she was present over there.
She kept standing behind his chair not to disturb him. Only the strong smell of alcohol from the man caught her senses. When he finished, he stood up and wiped his mouth then left the dining hall in his shaky walk. Sara Owen kept finishing the leftover to calm the hunger.
After completing the cleaning, when Sara Owen reached the living room, she heard that his mobile phone was vibrating in the pocket of his blazer. She raised her head and looked at the half-closed door of the master bedroom. The lights were on and so was proving that he was inside.
She did not hear his movements when she hesitantly knocked on the door thrice. She slowly entered the bedroom because the mobile phone was vibrating in the blazer's pocket frequently.
The large bedroom was decorated in white and golden and the arrangements were simple but extraordinary. She looked at the big white bed which was neat and clean. It seemed that he hadn’t slept yet. Wasn’t he inside? When she didn’t see him, she turned back to leave, just then she heard someone in the bathroom.
“Huh?” She did not care about anything and rushed to the bathroom after throwing the blazer on the bed.
Yohan Dixon was vomiting. She reached her palm, bent down and rubbed her palm on his back.
“What’s wrong? Are you fine?” She thought he had vomited because of overconsumption of alcohol.
He panted and weakly stumbled on the floor. His face was pale and his eyes were closed.
“Are you fine?” She placed her palms on his bare chest and rubbed over there in tension.
“What should I do? Please wake up.”
Yohan Dixon slowly opened his heavy eyes and looked at the woman and this sudden gaze froze her for a moment. He was feeling her delicate palms on his bare chest and she was suddenly reminded of the situation. Her panic changed into nervousness and he stared at her constantly. It was his bathroom. Why did the woman boldly enter?
They stood up and he went straight to the bedroom. To the date, no one dared to enter his bedroom in his presence. Sara Owen entered the bedroom hesitantly and looked at his strong back. Was he mad at her?
“Are you alright?” She couldn’t help but ask and he glared at her with his dark eyes which scared her and she stepped back lowering her gaze.
“Your mobile phone was ringing continuously so I had come to give it to you. I am sorry.” She quickly rushed towards the door of the bedroom to leave as soon as possible.
“Stop.”
Sara Owen could not step out and closed her eyes while holding her palms tightly.
Yohan Dixon had unbuttoned his shirt before vomiting but before he could take off it, he had to rush to the bathroom.
He glanced at the blazer coldly then looked at the woman’s back from her head to toe. Hadn’t she worn the same dress she had worn yesterday?
“Come here.”
She widened her eyes and he turned back and lit a cigarette for him. Sara Owen looked at his back in panic then stepped towards him.
Yohan Dixon sat on the couch leisurely and looked at her from head to toe. She was very young. She was naive. She was stupid. His sharp eyes fell on her slender neck on which the nail marks were not healed. There was a white bandage on her forehead and her palms were trembling a little. He parted his lips and threw a card on the table while releasing white smoke from his mouth.
“Manage expenses from this card.”
Sara Owen looked at the golden-red card on the table and swallowed saliva. Was he giving it for home expenses? He was smart.
“If you need anything, you can tell me.” These words, he had never told to anybody.
“I…want...to...” Her voice was pure just like her.
“Go on.”
She raised her eyes and looked at him but he was covered with the smoke so she found it better to lower her head again.
“I…”
“Are you afraid of going out?” Yohan Dixon flicked the cigarette ash in the ashtray.
“Huh?” She raised her head and looked at him in a daze. He was again covered with smoke.
“I am afraid they would find me once again.” Her voice was trembling.
Yohan Dixon stood up from the couch and placed his palm in his pocket.
“Go with driver.”
Sara Owen looked at his back in confusion. She was scared that the driver will not be able to beat those men.
“Is there anything?”
“Amm… No.”
Yohan Dixon threw the cigarette in the ashtray and went straight into the bathroom. Sara Owen sighed deeply and picked up the card then left the bedroom.
It was eleven o’clock at night and Yohan Dixon had already taken a refreshing bath. He got out of the bathroom in his black bathrobe in which he looked sensual. He lit a cigarette and went to the balcony. After vomiting, he had become sober. His eyes were red and dark though his face was admirable. Sara Owen was walking in the garden while hugging her chest. The man's eyes darkened when he saw her. Her face was pale and her eyes were sparkling in the moonlight because they were teary and lost. Her thin figure was moving on the lawn as if she had lost her path and did not know where she should head. She just wanted to walk. Yohan Dixon leaned on the railing of the balcony and kept smoking while looking at the woman with his dark eyes. -“Help! Help! Please!”- The noise reflected in his mind and he threw a big smoke from his lips which turned into lots of rings. This was the same woman he had seen in that club before a month. He was returning from the company when he suddenly felt
It was six o'clock in the evening and the black car was parked in front of the villa which left her nervous. Did he come back early today? She carried the things to the kitchen and he saw her while getting out of the study room. He did not go to help her but stared at her as if he enjoyed her hard work and struggle with the items and their weight. Sara Owen wiped her sweaty forehead from the back of her palm and turned back. Just then, her gaze fell on the man who was standing near the door of the study room. "You came early today. I went to the supermarket. Please wait for a while, I will coo..." Till then, he had reached closer to her and looked at her deeply. She lowered her head while biting her lips. His presence was dangerous for her heart. He lit a cigarette for him and then smoked on her white face. This poor woman didn't know that he has known everything!! "Where are your dresses and sleepers?" His question was straight and she swallowed saliva. "I didn't buy." "Why?" "
When Yohan Dixon arrived at Dixon Group, the secretary was waiting for him to tell her how the things she had purchased for him yesterday were, but expectedly, he did not tell anything and went to his cabin. She sat on the chair after greeting him but Assistant Nolan stopped over there and looked at her with his gentle gaze.“Good morning, Assistant Nolan.” She greeted him with her lovely smile.“Good morning. You did a good job yesterday and the president is quite happy.”“Really? Oh… So nice…” She jumped out of the chair happily. Then she could not suppress her curiosity and looked at Assistant Nolan.“For whom he had purchased so many things? Does he have a girlfriend?”“Aunty, who gifts tampons to his girlfriend?”“Don’t tell me. Did he marry secretly?”“Shut your mouth. He just gifted it to a needy woman. That’s it. Now get back to work.”The secretary looked at his back in a daze and could not sort the thoughts well.…Bruno and Natalie were deeply frustrated because they haven’
“Yes, I am afraid of you.” Sara Owen admitted with courage. “How much...?” Yohan Dixon leaned and his warm breaths fell on her neck making her senses slow. “As much... As much as I didn't even feel that night.” She raised her eyes slowly and looked at him in terror, "When you made that person half dead, then the fear woke me up.” That night, she had seen a different aura of Yohan Dixon, which removed the fear of that incident from Sara Owen's mind but instilled an unknown apprehension for this powerful man. “Then why did you come here with me if you were scared?” “That night… I grabbed your arm to save myself...and could not leave it till now. I don't know why it feels like... I'm safe with you.” Her low voice was trembling. “Will you be able to live in fear with me for the rest of your life?” His voice was cold. She blinked her beautiful eyes, "Yes." “I will not leave until you ask me to leave.” She added courageously even if it was hard to breathe. “What else can you do for
“Hi, Lyla.” Sara Owen smiled hesitantly.Before she could handle her awkwardness, Lyla slapped her and the noise echoed through the giant walls in the lobby. Sara Owen bit her lips and covered her red cheek with her trembling palm while lowering her teary eyes.“Who the hell are you?” Gracie stepped ahead to fight but Sara Owen held her arm and pitifully shook her head. Gracie suppressed her anger for a while.“What was the need to get married if you could not maintain it? Do you even know how long my brother is looking for you? Where are you? Do you live in hell? Sara, go home now and apologize to my brother.” Lyla shouted angrily.It was enough for Gracie to recognize Lyla."Hey! You must be the spoiled sister of that drunkard and gambler. And why is he looking for her? Huh? Doesn't he know why she ran away that night?" Gracie pointed her index finger at Lyla’s ugly nose."You shut up.""I...""Gracie. Let's go." Sara Owen held Gracie’s arm to leave because they had gathered by the
There wasn't any difference between the previous life and this life. She was serving a drunken man earlier also, to pay his debts, she was offering alcohol to drunkards in that club. Even in this phase of her life, the man she was serving was an alcoholic, relentless and quirky. He was not easy to predict. He didn't even know how to smile. The contrast was, that her husband had handed her over to extrinsic men and this extrinsic man had saved her from those men and gave her a safe shelter where she could live life like a woman. Instead, if that extrinsic man used to talk bitterly to her or she has to sleep on his bed, in his room, to make him fall asleep at night, then... She was ready to do it. It was three o'clock at night. A towering and handsome man entered the living room in which, the weak and thin woman was sleeping on the couch while leaning back to it in a red nightgown. His heavy eyes fell on the thin woman and he stopped. His gaze went to the dining hall in which the tab
Yohan Dixon did not see her anywhere until he finished dinner. He chose to go to the bedroom. He washed up and went to the balcony to see her. But tonight, she hadn’t come to walk. He went to the living room because his senses were telling him that something was strange in her behaviour. The thin and weak figure has been sitting in the dining hall and having dinner. He slowly entered and peeked at the dishes. Wasn’t the plate belonged to him? Was she eating his left over? He stepped ahead to check and his smelly aura alerted her. She stood up with her lowered head. “Do you need anything?” Her voice was hoarse and suppressed. She was ignoring facing him. She hadn’t welcomed him with her sweet smile. He looked at her from head to toe for a moment then stepped closer. “I will bring water for you.” She wanted to escape from his gaze. As soon as she turned back, he held her wrist and turned her towards him. She bit her lips and held the back of the chair while hiding her face. “Look a
“Ohh...” Natalie stepped back while covering her mouth and Bruno held her shoulders from behind. “Is it scary?” Bruno did not know why his wife was disturbed. The low movements reached the sharp and alerted ears of Yohan Dixon and he opened his red and solemn eyes. Someone must be at the door. He stood up from the bed and his movements woke her up. “He… He… Ricky and that girl…are sleeping on the bed.” Bruno widened his eyes in astonishment and they got another shock when the door was opened by Yohan Dixon unexpectedly. They both looked at him with their unhappy gaze and he stared at them with his dark eyes. “Bruno, I told you that Ricky is definitely in love with that girl, that's why he is refusing to marry anyone but he had got married already.” Natalie had become courageous after seeing the situation inside the bedroom. “How could you do this to us? You haven’t informed us and got married secretly?” Bruno was out of his mind. “What the hell? What you both are doing here?” He