Daily updates will start next month. I will be traveling to my hometown from Thursday - Sunday, so I'm saving my chapter updates until then, as I most likely won't have time for writing. Busy month.
Hannah "Do you realize why I dragged you out here?" I whisper-yell at Tobias, who, infuriatingly enough, holds his hands on his knees. He also squats and beams at me, which is irritating. I want to finish my presentation with the others. But how am I supposed to relax and practice my speech with
"Yes," I breathe. "It's exciting..." He chuckles lowly. "Dirty girl." Tobias kisses my lips and then turns around, walking quickly toward the walk-in pantry as if my weight doesn't bother him in the slightest. Once there, I'm set down while Tobias takes off his clothes at record speed, and when
"I won't be able to take this for long..." I moan, and I sound absolutely tortured, probably because I am. "It feels too good..." I shudder, and Tobias hisses in my ear. "That's alright... if it's a quickie you want, it's a quickie you will get..." Our eyes meet in the dim light, and he looks so p
Hannah After my friends have left, I sneak into Tobias's bedroom. It's where we both sleep, but I still don't consider his mansion mine. The contract between us prevents me from seeing us as equals, so when I look at things—the couch, the bed, or the Tesla—I see a tag with Tobias's name. However, t
Hannah When I walk out of the mansion, the sun is dazzling, and I have to squint my eyes to see. I love the warm weather. Also, the view is enough to make it feel as hot as the scorching desert. Tobias is leaning against a silver BMW with his muscular, tanned arms crossed over his broad chest. Th
Do I even have a choice when he looks at me with those intense, green eyes? Probably not. "Uh, alright..." "Do you pretend to like it when I kiss you?" "Uh, no?" My knees grow weak two seconds in, and my heart always races. How could I pretend to like his kisses? Still, Tobias doesn't smile. In f
Tobias The former Mrs. Darling has surprised me yet again. I took her to a nice Italian restaurant, thinking she would be grateful. And while Hannah seems happy, she is studying the pizza menu. I chuckle in my seat, and Hannah snaps her head, looking at me like a deer caught in headlights. "What?
"It's just... you looked so... angry..." "I'm not angry." I'm not, but my head is spinning with thoughts of the future, making it hard to pay attention. "I see..." Hannah stares down at her pizza, and I notice her hand clutches her fork so hard her fingers are turning white. "Tobias, can I tell yo