They said their goodbyes and got into the car. "What does my father want?" Eric pulled out of the entry lane and focused on the road in front of him. "He was concerned about having to pay for the wedding." Guilt attacked her in strangulation. She completely forgot about the cost of the wedding. Of course, her father might have assumed he would pay, even though this was a different era. Sweat beaded on her forehead. "So what did you tell him?"Eric glanced at her. "I refused to let him pay, and told him I would and after a year I would accept his money back. And since this was our hasty wedding decision, so I insisted I had to pay the bills So we made a deal. He would pay for his and her brother's tuxedo. I pay for the womenswear - including yours - and all the rest of the ladies of the wedding." She let her breath escape quickly and studied him in the oncoming floodlight. His face remained expressionless, but his actions touched her heart. "Thanks," she said softly.He jerked back
He parked the car in front of her apartment. She opened the car door and grabbed her wallet. "I'd like to invite you up, but I think we'll get to see each other enough in the next year or so." He nodded. "Good night. I'll get back to you. I can get you a helper whenever you're ready. Do whatever you want with the wedding then let me know where and when to show up. is to be." "Okay. See you later." "See you later." She let herself into the apartment, closed the door behind her, and slid down the doorframe until she touched the floor. Then cry. ... Eric watched her safely enter his attic and waited for the lights to come on. The low hum of the BMW was the only sound that broke the silence.Her frustration with her blunt logic bothered him. Why did he care if she wanted the money? It was a perfect incentive for them to get through a year without any damage. You need to keep your distance. Her parents had caused a dangerous longing to boil from deep within him. He quickly suppresse
Eric tilted his head back to look at his sleeping bride. Her head rested against the glass door of the limousine. Her head covering had fallen off, and a white lace fell to his feet. The jet-black curls shot out in every direction and hid her bare shoulders from view. The champagne glass in the glass holder had been left untouched, the foam had settled. The glittering two-carat diamond ring was tied around her finger and glimmered like the last rays of a dying sun. Full, rosy lips are parting to allow breaths to be inhaled and exhaled. A steady, subtle snore echoed through the air with each exhale. Carina Scodelario is now his wife.Eric took his glass of champagne and silently enjoyed the success. He now fully owns the Dreamscape company. He was trying to grab this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity and he didn't need anyone's permission anymore. Today has passed without a single incident. He took a full sip of Dom Perignon and wondered why he felt so uncomfortable. His mind flashed to
"My room is right down the hall. I have a private office but there's a spare computer in the library that you can use. I can arrange anything else you need." He pushed open one of the doors. "I'll give you the room with your own bathroom. I'm not sure about your preferences so you're free to redecorate the room." He watched her take in the large, light-neutral bed and matching furniture. "This much is fine. Thank you," she said. He stared at her for a moment as throbbing emotions flared between them. "You know we're stuck here for at least two days, right? We'll use work as an excuse not to go on our honeymoon, but I can't show up at the office until either. Monday.She nodded. "I can use the computer to work. Anna said she wanted to help." He turned away. "Just relax and meet me in the kitchen. I'll cook something for dinner." "You cook?" "I don't like strangers in my kitchen - I had enough growing up. So, I was self-taught." "Do you cook well?" He snorted. "I am the best."
Eric started to say something, then stopped motionless. The sight of her sipping and enjoying wine put every muscle in his body in a state of stagnation. Blood pounded through his veins and shot into his groin a stark warning. Her tongue licked her lips with delicate caress, he wished she'd tasted something other than wine. He wondered what the low, husky sounds she uttered when a man burrowed deep inside her hot, damp little place. He wondered if she was tight and hot as her mouth closed around him like a soft hand squeezed every last drop in him and still demanded more.Her clothes taut with every curve of her body, from her sweet butt to her long voluptuous legs. Her shirt was lifted up and revealed a patch of bare skin. And she had clearly removed her bra, not thinking of him as a man who wanted her, but more like an annoying brother without male desires. Damn you for starting to complicate things. He left the bowl of pasta on the table and quickly arranged the things. "Don't dr
She smiled and stuffed her mouth full of pasta. "My dad has a lot to make up for, but I think we've managed to heal the circle." "Circle?" "The circle of karma, when someone is really bad and hurts you. Our first instinct is to hurt again, or refuse to forgive." "Sounds reasonable." "Ah, but now the cycles of pain and abuse continue. When he came back, I decided I had only one father, and I wanted to accept anything he could give. In the end, he gave up alcohol and tried to fix the past."Eric let out a rude sound. "He passed away when she was very young and left her family behind bottles of wine. Abandoned both her twins. Then he turned around and begged for forgiveness? Why did she do you even want him in your life?" She crashed into another shrimp and let it hover right in front of her lips. "I made a choice," she said. "I'll never forget, but if our mother learns to forgive him, why can't I? The family has to stay together no matter what." Her ability to forgive easily shock
She stopped midway and looked at him. "Okay. I accept." He pressed the remote and the tune of Madame Butterfly played through the Bose speaker. He finished their glasses and settled down next to the small table. She sat down beside him, crossing her legs. Her fingers juggled the cards with expert ease, shuffling them at lightning speed. Eric flashed a fantasy of her wearing a miniskirt, dealing cards in the hall while she sat on a cowboy's lap. He shook his head from the image and focused on his hand. "The dealer chooses first. Play 5-card stud poker. Unlimited bets." He frowned. "Bet on what?" he asked. "I told you we were playing for money.""Should I have the butler remove the safe? Or maybe we'll just play for the family trinkets?" "Very funny. Do you have any other jokes?" His lips curved. "Sorry. Only hundreds of words." "OH." She seemed to be very disappointed when he lost the battle and started giggling. "How about we play for something more interesting?" "I don't pla
She gave him a casual nod. "Open the post." She made up cards immediately and victory flashed in her eyes. He almost felt sorry for her. Just almost. "Good post." He gave her a smug smile. "But still not good enough." He threw out 4 aces. Then stretch your legs out in front of you and lean back. "Anyway, it's worth trying." She gasped in surprise at his cards. "The probability of getting 4 aces out of 5 cards... Oh my god, you cheated!" He shook his head and made a tsk sound. "Come on, Al, I thought you were a better opponent than that. Are you still a bitter loser? Now it's about my rights..."Eric wondered if steam was leaking from his pores. "No one can get 4 aces unless you hide the cards under the palm of your hand. Don't lie to me, because I was thinking of doing it for myself!" "Don't accuse me of something you can't prove." "You cheat." Her voice was filled with surprise and horror. "You lied to me on our wedding night." He snorted. "If you want to get rid of your debt,