تسجيل الدخولAt first, I thought it was the caretaker that came in so I didn't bother to look up. I noticed that the person didn't say a word or probably hand over an umbrella to me , so I raised my head after arranging the bed and met the gaze of a young man. I was shocked and I wondered if the room was paid for by the man.
He walked close to me and surprisingly, I didn't move an inch backward, though I was already a bit scared. "You really do know how to dress a bed. The sheets are clean actually " he said. I noticed that his voice was a bit calm , but his face was expressionless. "Thank you sir" was all I could say. All of a sudden, the rain began to pour down heavily. No one can walk three inches under that rain without getting drenched badly. I kept looking at the door to know if the caretaker would come in with the umbrella. The man walked closer to me, so that I could feel his breath and the sound of his heartbeat. I perceived the smell of alcohol and I wondered if this man was actually drunk or he'd managed to remain sober. "The rain is heavy ,but I can take you home if you want " "That'll be nice sir. But, the caretaker went to get an umbrella for me. " He smirked, bent his head and whispered; "Are you sure? Coz she just got an emergency and she's out of the hotel ". I gasped at the mention of that. I wasn't comfortable with this man anymore. "I guess I have to find my way home, then". I tried to move ,but he forcefully drew me back to himself. I was startled as I inhaled sharply , but he had a smile on his face. That was when I noticed my body was touching his, and he held my waist with one hand, staring intently into my eyes. I stared back at him too, trying not to feel intimidated by his hard gaze. "Do you not find me attractive, cutie?" he asked, winking at me while still pushing his body to mine. I wanted to quickly say a "No" so he would leave me, but I found myself trying to analyze the man in front of me . He had a very handsome face, even though he looked dangerous to me. He was really tall, had strong muscles and very broad shoulders. He was lean and had a hard chest that I kept hearing the beatings from the heart within. My eyes went back to his face. His eyes bore lots of emotions that I couldn't tell. Still, they were mysteriously seductive . He had golden eyes and long lashes, straight nose and my eyes traveled down to his lips...so endearing and attractive. He clenched his jaw and I looked back at him. Holding up my face with his finger, he spoke again; "You haven't answered me, sweet one ". The way he called me that! "Ye..yes, you're attractive " I managed to say. It seemed he had cast a spell on me , I felt so weak before this man. I had never been in this type of situation before with a man , I had never had a boyfriend before, so I couldn't explain how I felt with this man. He smiled, "Let's have a drink. I promise to take you home ". Before I knew it, he went behind the large wardrobe and I saw a refrigerator there. This room must be for the VIP's ! He brought a bottle of chilled wine and two wine glasses and kept them on the table. I felt like I was being hypnotized because I'm not supposed to be comfortable with this stranger, but there I was collecting the glass of wine he'd offered me . I was sure this man had drunk before entering the room, so I was surprised to see him gulp down two glasses of wine in a minute. He seemed to be drinking because he was sad or bothered. I suddenly felt for him. I gulped down my own and he poured more contents for me. I drank up again. I stared at the wall clock and the time was 8pm. My mom hadn't called me at all. Maybe she wasn't back yet, so I drank another glass as I watched the man drinking the sixth glass in just a little space of time. He stared at me for a while and smiled weirdly. I was feeling sleepy already, but I tried to remain awake. It seemed he noticed it and gestured his hand for me to stand up with him. I noticed he was also trying not to stagger. Just as I stood up, we both fell on the bed with him on top of me. His body was warm and it gave me some kind of feeling. He brought his face close to mine and our foreheads jammed. "You don't have to sleep, sweet one" , he furrowed his brows while using his index finger drawing a line from my forehead to my jaw. Using his thumb to caress my lips, he said ; "We still have a long night " and before I could say a word, I felt his lips smashed into mine. He kissed me forcefully as if to swallow my lips, then pulled out. I gasped...I liked that, but then I remembered this man was a stranger. He could have some disease since he could try flirting with a stranger. As I tried to push him away and stand up from the bed, I felt his hand on my bra. He was fondling my breasts through the bra. I didn't even know when I laid down. He enveloped my lips in another kiss; this time it was slow, sweet and sensual. He slid his tongue into my mouth and savoured the entire corners of my mouth while still fondling my left breasts. The feeling was unexplainable as I immediately kissed him back , caressing the back of his neck . I felt his other hand moving up to my inner thigh. He ended the kiss that moment and buried his face in my neck. He rolled his tongue in circles and gave me a soft bite. It aroused a kind of pleasure that made me feel wet on my sensitive flesh. Then, he asked "Are you innocent?"Jeremy wasn't himself throughout that day. He needed to see Dave face-to-face as he wasn't picking his calls. He'd texted him so many times yet he got no response. He couldn't imagine how Lorna must have said whatever she said to Dave. How did she even find out that was his brother? The question bothered him so much and he knew that he needed to find out how the conversation played out. He'd concluded on how he would ask Don Draco for a 2-day permit. Just as he kept pacing around in his room and wallowing in his thoughts , his phone buzzed of notification and he quickly opened it thinking Dave had responded to one of his texts only to notice the message was from Don Juan; “You're going to lure that shitty heir to my city. I have already planned it out. Call me later for more details “. He sighed. Is this envy, revenge or is this man obsessed with seeing Ray dead? Jeremy wondered. He'd gotten into a feud with his only family because of his Mafia activities and yet, he'
The staff of the Art industry scattered all over the premises. They all seemed disorganised and gathered in groups at different spots. Some security personnel were outside the gate with arms whilst inside the building were the Seattle police officers accompanied by the Division Commander. Tension gripped everyone that morning when the Commander of the Seattle state police trooped into the premises with some police officers requesting to see the CEO, Ray. “He's not available “ . Valerie had said to the Commander. Others were uncertain and felt scared to speak to the officers but Valerie had been in this kind of situation so many times especially with the fact that her dad is part of the Mafia. “Not available or not around?” The middle aged man quizzed, stealing a glance at the watch on his wrist. “A combination of both “. She boldly responded with a wry smile. Her courage was unwavering like she had nothing to hide but the Commander had heard of Ray Wyatt . “Officers
Lorna's POV:I had learnt to lie to Ray with confidence, not that I loved it, but the truth would cost me a lot. I thought he wouldn't believe me as usual, but this act paid off. I've got lectures today by noon so I wasn't rushing. I was in love with Ray already, but his ability to trust was gone and being in a relationship like marriage requires that. The way he questioned everything was getting tiring. I knew I had done a lot to betray him, but I was trying to right my wrongs. Even on days that I would speak the truth, he wouldn't believe me. I recalled those times and my countenance fell. Next thing I heard was “Kiss me”. I felt a bit flustered that he even had to ask. “No” I responded childishly, almost immediately and turned my face away. “Why?” He muttered close to my ear , I still faced the closet area. “Nothing “. I shrugged and rolled my eyes. “Perhaps you should say please “. I was making a joke, trying to mess with him playfully like most c
Dave's mind was completely occupied throughout the night. His thoughts kept wondering from place to place, filled with questions like; “Why didn't he say he was working with the Mafia?, why did he hide it from me? What else do I not know about my own blood brother? So he's been coming here to pick and drop Lorna and yet he wouldn't think of his brother?” The thoughts were so much that his head started to hurt at some point and he was filled with so much anger against his brother. He felt betrayed….sidelined! To think that Lorna, his one time crush is now his brother's madam was sickening! And as he thought about it all , everything started making sense to him. No wonder Jeremy strongly advised him to leave Lorna alone and not to get involved in Ray Wyatts's business. He'd decided not to go to school the next day and didn't even know when he eventually slept off. Meanwhile, Don Juan had gotten a memo from Jeremy that Lorna didn't use the poison. The young man had keenly
The aroma of simmering stew clung to the kitchen walls as Valerie stirred the pot gently. Her hair was pinned up neatly, her lips glossed, her dress fitted like she was going on a date, just beneath the apron. The other maid servants had allowed her into the kitchen only for courtesy's sake even when most of them disliked her. She had taken the day off work, telling herself it was a perfect excuse to “surprise” him. A perfect little lunch, a glass of wine, maybe even time alone before the others returned. Her smile flickered as she imagined his face, the way it should’ve softened when he saw her waiting.She was about to add some scented herbs into the stew when the sound of heavy footsteps behind her cut through her fantasy.When she turned, her heart skipped. It wasn’t Ray.It was Don Draco.He stood at the entryway, cold eyes scanning her from head to toe. For the first time, Valerie’s confident mask cracked.“Valerie?” His voice was sharp, disbelieving. “What are you doing here…
I got home around 1pm and realised no one was home except for the maid servants and two of Draco's men, Jeremy and Frank. It was surprising that Frank was home because I had since realised since I came into this family, that he was Draco's right hand man. So it was rather odd that he didn't follow Draco to wherever he went to. “Where's Ray?” I asked him first. “Out for an emergency meeting with the City Council “. He replied subtly. I could see Jeremy side eyeing me consciously, probably quizzing me with those stares. I walked out of there at once and while I passed the kitchen, I noticed a lady wearing an apron and so focused on her cooking. Her back was facing the entry door. “Helloo” I made my presence noticeable at least. And then when she turned, I realized it was Valerie. The shock on my face! She laughed out, a mockery laughter seeing the shock on my face as my lips remained wide open. “Surprised?” She grinned wickedly. “I honestly love that shocking
The atmosphere turned cold and the aura went totally off. Draco had been there all along, listening to Ms Helen as she told the story. Shivers ran down my spine upon realizing what that meant as he slowly walked into the kitchen fully, in the company of Lincoln and Frank. I could see Ms H
(Lorna's POV)Ray leaned lazily against the doorframe, one brow arched, his low-slung towel around his hips exposing the sharp dip of his v-line and that lean, dangerous body .My breath caught immediately when he made that statement. The first thought that actually came to my mind was why was
Owen’s stare registered in my head , it was a dangerous watch-your-back look. Now , I believed everyone already knew who my husband was. The ones who thought it was all fake had confirmed it. Some of them were beginning to dread me. I saw this one coming and that was why I didn't want to reveal
Draco finished up with his meetings quite fast and got back home before his son, Jeremy and Lorna. He met Alex , the driver that was supposed to be with Jeremy and Lorna. The guy was writhing in pains while the chef cook attended to him. “What's going on here? Aren't you supposed to be







