Anna exited her car in a parking spot designated for residents just in front of her front door. She then retrieved her handbag and a shopping bag stuffed with veggies from the passenger seat before exiting the vehicle. She straightened up, stretched her shoulders, and sighed with contentment as her gaze swept over the narrow strip of the front yard, which was a riot of color in the June light. The trip to Fullerton was nice.
She had a fantastic day; she had helped Mark, her father-in-law, in the garden, and she had eaten a wonderful lunch that had been provided by Marga, her father-in-law's wife. After that, the three of them went for a stroll on the beach, and on their way back, they stopped by Allen's grave. Following that, they went back to the house and had some tea there.
During the ride back to Los Angeles, Anna rationalized the terrible thoughts that had kept her up for a significant portion of the previous night. Her stomach was full, and her spir
Anna, on the other hand, was not amused and she had no intention to partake in his humor. She was at a noticeable disadvantage because his large frame towered over her. He was just inches away from her. She retreated involuntarily and braced herself against the bench as she came to a standstill there. Because she had nowhere else to go, she chose to ignore his implication and instead look up at him. She spoke calmly but with a sarcastic expression on her face as she replied, "Then let me pass, and I'll get you a cold drink." She tilted one of her beautiful brows.When he was too close, his dazzling deep stare was too knowing, and all of a sudden, the heady aroma of his perfume sent her back to another time and place—the close quarters of a yacht's cabin. She inhaled a slow breath that was shaky and deep. She had no intention of coming there...David Miller declined to get a cold drink for Anna, saying, "I don't want a cold drink, Anna." He was tryin
"Would you want the drink I offered?" Anna repeated back in a tone of complete disbelief, as the man's audacity astounded her. "Are you out of your mind? I demand that you leave my home at this very moment.Is this how you treat your visitors?" David straightened up and made his way forward in a casual manner. "Consider what your father would say if he heard that his daughter had shown such a shocking lack of manners to the grandson of one of his major shareholders," he said. "Think what your father would say if he heard that." Then there's Annet as well, as you were so nice to point out.' He halted alongside her, his brown eyes focusing in on her hot face as he stared at her."My father and Annet?' Anna said once again. What exactly was he talking about? And what was the source of the unsettling sensation that there was a danger lurking somewhere in it?Since the death of your spouse, Annet has been under the notion, as have the rest of the people
David concurred, saying, "If that is what you want...yes."Anna started her speech on the assumption that he was telling the truth. " Allen and I first crossed paths while he was working as a researcher for my Aunt Martha when I was twelve and he was twenty-one. When I was in college, he quickly became not just my closest friend but also my boyfriend. He supported my passion for landscaping designs, and once I graduated, he urged me to go into business with Sara. He was sweet, loving, and offered complete and utter support. When I was twenty-two years old, we were married. After another four years, he was eventually taken from us by a ski accident.David mumbled, "He might have been a paragon of virtue, but he was also a fool to risk his life skiing with a passionate, sexy woman like you at home to warm his bed." "He might have been a paragon of virtue," David said. "But he was also a fool."She did not like the characterization of herself as "passionate and sex
David prompted me in a really direct manner by saying, “I asked you a question.” He was able to see by the expression on her lovely face that her thoughts had wandered away from him, and this made him extremely uncomfortable... “Why did you lie?' he asked her.”The demand in his low voice succeeded in drawing Anna's attention to the situation. She concluded that thinking about the past was not helping her deal with the circumstances of the present, and she knew from her own experience that David was not going to let her forget or give her space until he had an explanation for what had happened.She got to her feet slowly and cast a gaze down at him as she did so. “All right, let's make a deal,” she said. “I'll tell you what you want to know.” Her intrinsic honesty compelled her to tell him the truth disgrace the demon and finally draw a line under the horrifying occurrence once and for all. “But you have to promise
As he attempted to pry her lips apart, she was momentarily paralyzed with astonishment for a brief moment. But only for the span of a single heartbeat. Not again, Anna swore, boiling with wrath at his antics and the complete disrespect of his agreement to depart. "Not again," she promised."Not again." She clenched her palm into a fist and lunged at him while simultaneously bringing her knee up in a forceful manner, aiming for the weakest area of the man's body. He was able to get away with lightning-fast reactions. But he was thrown off balance, and as he went backward, he carried her with him, and the two of them ended up in a tangled mess on the sofa.Anna was out of breath, and before she knew what had happened, she was lying face down on him with the weight of her body pressing down on David and he hugged her. She made another attempt to strike out at him, but he managed to grab both of her hands and hold them firmly over her head with
Anna felt a chill down her spine as she listened to the unyielding tone in his voice. It appeared like something had gone wrong. She moved into a sitting position without thinking about it at all. His reply, which he delivered in a silky voice, was like a bucket of icy water dumped over Anna's hot senses. He reached out and stroked a few tendrils of hair off her brow before continuing. "And, beautiful and wanton as you are," he said. "I have no intention of making love to you in this shrine to your dead husband." "Anna, the next time we make love, it will be at a location and at a time that I choose," he said.She couldn't bring herself to accept the reality that her thoughts were painting for her, so she just kept staring at his expressionless face. She was able to see the glint of cynical victory in his chocolate brown eyes and the dark yearning in his enlarged pupils, and as a result, she turned her head away from him. He had purposefully made love to h
She was a Haengsu wearing the red silk hanbok and cowers within the darkness of her closet. Her delicate hands clutch the folds of her vibrant garment as she tries to silence her breathing. It was nearly midnight. The room was dark.Outside the closet, the room echoes with the deep, commanding voice of the enigmatic and persistently pursuing Prince. His presence exudes power, a stark contrast to the refined beauty of the Kisaeng house.He was calling through the door “Where are you hiding? You cannot escape me.” “You cannot deny the inevitable.” His voice was playful.She presses herself deeper into the shadows, fear, and determination etched on her face. She knows the reputation of the notorious prince, a black sheep among the monarchy, relentless in his pursuits.Just a moment ago she was doing her duty. Amidst a mesmerizing performance, her captivating voice and graceful movements draw the attention of the crowd. Among them, he
No, she was simply being imaginative about it! It was just a dream. Taking the remote control for the television in her hand, she navigated to the History Channel and did her best to pay attention to the fascinating documentary that was playing on the screen.She gave up after 10 minutes and began to aimlessly roam about the room, caressing her cherished keepsakes while continuing to have apprehension. What she needed was first a soothing bath, and then sleep. At five in the morning on the next day, it was her responsibility to go to the flower market.One hour later, she tried to sleep again on the bed that she and Allen had shared, but she was unable to do so. She became restless and eventually rolled over onto her back, where she stared blankly at the ceiling. She was lying flat. When she moved a finger to her lips, which were slightly swollen, the memory of David’s kiss came to her mind, much to her embarrassment. Her mind was raci