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Bride To Be... Something special
MilaI stood outside the elevator, looking around the penthouse. My eyes went to the kitchen area and then to the wall of windows. I remembered all the sweet and fierce memories that we had made together. I will miss this place. I will miss the feeling of being safe while I lived here and most of all I will miss my Jonathan. My beautiful golden panther. The man who had somehow made a place in my heart when I had spent years building walls around it.“Miss?”I turned around to Jasper who was waiting for me in the elevator. I was to go shopping with him for myself. To enjoy, as Jonathan had put it, without any worries. If he only knew. I imagined how angry he would be when he returned home from the office, and my stomach turned up in knots. Home. This place really started to feel like it, I was beginning to be comfortable here ju
Bride To Be... She ran away
JonathanThe whole day was a waste. Since the moment I had left my bedroom, left her asleep in my bed and left the penthouse for the office, I had been unable to focus on anything. No matter how much I tried my mind would go straight to the pair of those hazel eyes, to the touch of her soft skin on mine. I picked up my phone and for the umpteenth time I looked at the e.mail she had sent back.From— Little MouseSubject— Re: TonightDate— 17 May 2022 15:29To— Jonathan ByrneI miss you already. I wish I could be there in your arms.Little mouse
Bride To Be... She lied
JonathanIt’s been three days. Three days of sleepless nights and rage filled days. Four days of me trying to make sense of everything but unable to as my mind was stuck on that little woman, a liar and the only woman who had slipped right through my defences. Even angry I couldn’t stop worrying about her. I couldn’t stop thinking if she was safe or not. My brother hadn’t stopped searching for her. From my men I heard that he was aware of her getting out of the city. And even though he was focused on hunting down the Italians and their princess, he was still stuck on my little mouse. The fucking bastard wanted everything, and I was sure it was more because of the fact that she got my attention and he knew that I was trying to protect her from him.I sat down on the bed, looking around the motel room as I tu
Bride To Be... My beautiful golden panther
Mila“It’s okay, I think.” I said as we both sat down on the mattress on the floor. The room was bare except for a wooden table that wobbled on its legs and a mattress on the floor and a curtain on the window that looked like it had been shut for years.Sia looked at me and then her eyes dropped to where I was pressing my hand to my side. She said, “Let me check that, you might need a doctor.”I shook my head. I didn’t want to worry her. “I’ll just go and freshen up in the bathroom. I don’t even feel it.”She narrowed her eyes at me, and in return I gave her a bright smile. “You don’t know how to lie, Mila.” She said with a roll of her eyes.And I remembered Jonathan’s words when he had said that he always knew what I was thinking. I squeez
Bride To Be... Are you mad?
JonathanThe rage was a red haze in front of my eyes and I could feel my whole body stretched taut wanting to act on it. Killing them with a bullet was an easy death, I wanted to skin them alive and then cut them piece by piece to tryi to hurt her. For hurting her at all.My eyes went to the small girl as she cried and launched herself at my little mouse. Jasper took a step further, but the little girl held out a knife, the one that I had given to my tigress as she said, “Don’t come closer.” Her hand shook but her blue eyes glinting in the dark promised that she’d use it. She sat protectively by Mila’s side.I held up my hand for Jasper to stop. The little girl gave me a warning look as she turned to the woman that had lost consciousness just a few minutes ago. I had seen my name forming on her lips before she had slumped down. Now, the
Bride To Be... I will always come
MilaIt was like one of those times when you desperately need to empty your bladder and yet it takes too much time and effort to do so, which meant that I probably crossed the three minute limit he had given me. I cleaned myself up and stood up. My eyes darted to the closed bathroom door and I decided to use the few seconds I have left to wash my hands and face too. But as I stepped toward the wash basin counter, forgetting the simple fact about my ankles being cuffed, I lost my balance and my side collided with the edge. I swear I saw stars. I bit down on my bottom lip to stop the scream and tasted blood. Tears formed in my eyes as fire burned through my side.Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.I breathed through the pain as I washed my hands. I barely paid any attention to the bathroom door opening and his heavy footfalls. “You are not to stand up.”
Bride To Be... I'll make it hurt
MilaIt had been four days since I woke up in his bedroom. Four days of me cooped up inside his bedroom without anything to do and anyone to talk to, except when he allows Sia to come in. And the only amusement I got in a day was when they both faced off. It’s like watching a show of cat and mouse but it was unknown who was the cat and who was the mouse. As they both seemed to have something to hold against each other.But what was hurting me was the fact that Jonathan had been cool and collected with me ever since I came back. Oh, he took care of me but only clinically. There were no soft kisses or tender caresses. The only thing that made his feathers ruffle was when I’d cry out in pain. He hadn’t even slept beside me even though it was his room. I always woke up alone and aching for him.Last night I had asked him to uncuff my ankles and I didn&
Bride To Be... Because I miss the old you
MilaI felt my shoulders relaxing as he nodded and started to soap me. I had thought for sure that he wouldn't do it. And unlike other times, his hands were taking a long time, caressing and touching every inch of my body. He pressed a palm on the back of my neck and ordered me to learn forward. I did, and sighed as he rubbed the loofa on my back and then used his palm. “Use your hands only.” I said.A moment later, I felt his palms on my bare skin, his fingers outlining the faint marks on my back. His touch was so gentle, almost feather like. I licked my lips and said in a soft voice, “My father used to h-hurt me.”His hands paused. His fingers dug on my back at my confession, then a moment later he moved his hands to my shoulders and pulled me back. “Why?” He asked, sounding reluctant and curious at the same time.
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