It was later that afternoon and Dylan was standing in front of a bistro where Doña Bianca had arranged a blind date for him. Of course he couldn’t refuse especially when she’s hell-bent on the possibility of him being disinherited. She knew Don Fernando too well to know that no threat ever went unexecuted and she just couldn’t sit back and watch her only son get cut off from the family’s money. He was entitled to it no matter what.
Doña Bianca had come up with a splendid idea Dylan couldn’t refuse, urging him to make the marriage temporary–at least two years–offering that his grandfather w
If he had known that his father was going to pimp him off to a client, Jason would’ve never even asked to be given a second chance. If this was his father’s idea of making him prove himself then it’s not worth even trying. As a child, all he ever did was wonder why Ricardo never approved of him or why he showed such strong animosity toward him, but now he believes he knows the reason; the man cared for no one but himself and his company. So when Ricardo’s steel band fist landed on the side of his face, it just proved his point. ‘’You foolish boy!’’ he fumed. ‘’Do you know how big that account is?’’ Jason gritted his teeth and clenched his fist hoping to get more courage for
His messy black hair was the first thing Ella saw, she knew something was up; probably his father, and in an instant she felt his pain.She moved towards him in slow and noiseless steps but that didn’t stop the pigeons from being frightened and taking to the air.She saw a little girl talking to him and then she gave him a stem of lily, he ruffled her hair and she ran off. It was when he stood up to go that he saw her right in front of him. He didn’t need to wonder how she got there without him realising, she was Ella after all and she was always sneaking up on him when they were younger. They didn’t say a word and their gazes wouldn’t leave each other’s. he moved so fast that
‘’You like him but you don’t want to admit it even to yourself.’’ This has got to be the third time Ella regretted telling Lani about about what happened when she and Dylan got lost and her pesky friend won’t leave her be. ‘’I don’t like him.’’ Ella replied as succinct as possible. ‘’Attracted… Maybe?’’ she added quietly but Lani still heard. ‘’Yeah you’re attracted to him which is even better!’’ Lani gushed. Ella hated it when Lani seemed so smug especially when her argument made more sense than Kristina’s math homework.They
When Ella said nothing, Lani huffed in frustration, this friend of hers was as stubborn as a mule. But she understood her well of course, because at one point in her life she had felt the same way; that was right after the person she loved the most walked out on them–her mother. She’d always wondered what excuse the woman had for doing what she did or maybe her ambitions had gotten the best of her. But in spite of all that, Lani never lost hope that her mother would eventually come back to them. But she never did, and now sadly Lani would never get to hear her reasons because all they got was her corpse. Lani blinked back rapidly at the tears that were stinging her eyes.
Ella was frog marched up a series of spiral stairs into a large office kicking and screaming, and demanding who they were. When her legs finally touched the tiled floor, she swung her fist at one of the men but ended up on the floor instead. She winced, rubbing her butt, but froze as her eyes landed on the large screen TV across the room. She let out a gasp of surprise.There before her was a recording showing her taking an envelope from a desk. Slowly, she carried herself off the floor swallowing hard and suddenly feeling her throat had gone dry. What the heck is going on? What does this mean? Ella remembered that day vividly and how Doña Bianca had presented her with the envelope. That witch… She balled her fist, her body trembled from sheer anger.
Ella couldn’t believe she fell for Doña Bianca’s pretentious intentions; if only she’d let her pride take over that day, she wouldn’t be in this mess right now having Dylan think her a gold digger and a con artist. Looking in his eyes, Ella couldn’t see the warmth that it had held before. Of course there was nothing like that because this was reality and not some goddamn lovers’ creek! In reality, Dylan Vergara was a ruthless person triple times his mother. Ella couldn’t believe she had liked the way he made her feel whenever he touched her or when he’s so close she could feel the heat radiating off his manly body and she felt so disgusted with herself right now.  
Dylan didn’t think he would resolve to this, and he wanted to close the distance between them and embrace her tightly and tell her he didn’t mean any of it, but he reasoned that he was doing it partly for her own good and she’d see it too if she wasn’t so busy making a point of how much she absolutely loathed him. He couldn’t tell if this intense emotion was after seeing her in Jason’s arms–being kissed by him when it was all he’d ever wanted to do since he set eyes on her again– or if it was something else entirely. It was the latter he knew and that made his blood boil with fresh ange
Ella was momentarily frozen as his luscious lips grazed hers lightly and lingered; then he began to move, slowly, sensually and erotically, filling her senses as liquid fire simmered in her veins. Dylan teased her lips apart; a gasp barely audible was muffled by the bold thrust of his tongue. Ella welcomed the passionate possession by wrapping her arms around his neck. Her reaction to him was just like he remembered: passionate and bold. The fire between them was like a raging inferno begging to be quenched. She was like a drug, so addicting he didn’t think he could get enough. The temptation of making love to her across his office desk was so great he felt himself hardening.