MALIAMy heart dropped the minute my back hit the wall. I stood there dumbfounded as his two hands rested on the wall, trapping me at the spot. "E..Eli?" I stuttered, shuddering as well. He stared at me with his dull eyes. He is acting very weird and sluggish. Did he drink? His right hand moved to my face. My breath hitched. He caressed my face gently. My heart pounded as he went on. Slowly, he rested his temples on mine. I froze. I felt pressured. My heart is beating super fast. What is he doing? My legs begged to run away. But a part me kept me glued. "Malia..." he snarled, making his breath hit my face. It smelled like liquor and red wine. He is drunk. My heart skipped a beat. Carlos was drunk as well when he violated me. What if Eli wants to do the same? But why do I feel glued? Push him, Malia. And run! Next, his hand moved from my face down to my hip. I felt a shot in my head. "You.....have a very beautiful body." He snarled as he gripped my waist. I lost it in
Slowly, I turned around and my heart skipped a beat as my eyes roamed his appearance. He is standing in front of his bathroom door, in just a white towel wrapped around his waist and his V-line shape down his unbelievable abs is in full display. His body is wet and steaming out smoke. His hair is dripping wet. I felt hot in between my legs. I felt the need to clench them together. God, what is this feeling? "Morning," he said, snapping me back to reality. "Good....good morning sir," i nervously stuttered. "Why are you here?" He asked. I cleared my throat and opened my mouth to speak but..."Wait," I slightly arched brows. "I have to wear my clothes first." He said, turning towards his walk-in closet. "Um, i will just come back..." He turned to me, shutting me up. "You have to wait, Malia." He said calmly, making me nod and I dropped my gaze. My heart, beating very fast. I sensed him walking towards his walk-in closet. I let out a sigh. Malia, why did you come here? Wh
My heart pounded relentlessly. Carlos's wife is coming for Eli's wedding. I have totally forgotten about her. I thought I was free from Carlos. But his wife still exist. And she...she will not spare me. I am the reason she is coming for the wedding. She wants to kill me. "She just lost her husband. Why does she want to come to our son's wedding?" Eli's mum asked. The Don heaved a sigh. "Now how am I going to know that shit, huh?" He snapped. Eli's mother dropped her gaze. I looked towards Eli. He is looking at me. Tears gathered my eyes as I kept staring at him. "I think we will have to go and pay our condolences, Son." The don said, making Eli break his eye contact with me. "We have to do that tomorrow. Because your wedding is the next day." The don said as I looked down my shaky hands. "You will go with us, Julio." The don said. "Yes, Dad." Julio said. "I would like to go too, Dad." Angela said, making me look at her. She is seated next to Eli, smiling at the Don. "Why,
Ivan and I turned to Eli. He is standing there, looking at us. "Eli," Ivan called, still holding me. "Why are you holding her like that?" Eli asked, sounding upset. "Oh um...." Ivan struggled to form a word as I released myself from his hold. "Excuse me, please." I said, dropping my gaze as I walked past them and headed towards the stairs. I actually ran down the stairs and headed towards the laundry room. I placed the kids clothes instead the basket meant for dirty clothes. Sighing, I decided to sit down there a little. It is pretty late and the maids are already retired for the day. If I wasn't employed as the kids' nanny, I would be in the quarters and on my uncomfortable bed. And worst, sleeping restlessly because I don't know what Brenda and Jenny would do to me next. Maybe kill me in my sleep or do something terrible to me. I am still surprised that I snapped at them like that. I don't know what got into me but I actually did. Brenda and Jenny were surprised as well. I a
ELIThe cold water hitting my skin sent shivers down my spine. I ran my fingers through my hair, raising my face up a bit and the cold water ran down my face. I placed my hands on the wall as I kept taking in the cold temperature of the water.It is my wedding day today. I am actually getting married to a fucked up person. Why do I feel like I am about to make the worst mistake of my life? Why do I feel like I shouldn't do this?Why do I feel like it is far from right?I am Eli Rossi. I never do things because they are right. I do what I fucking want. What i want is right to me. But do I want this shit? Do I want this wedding? This fucking union. It didn't feel this way during the early days. I accepted the plan instantly because of the benefits it will bring to my family and reputation. Julio did it. He married Anita and that has strengthened this mafia. If I marry Angela, we will be stronger. Why do I feel like I am not doing something right? Why does my heart keeps cal
"Dad never cease to amuse me." Ivan said. "Just hurry up, you two. Don't keep dad waiting." Julio said as he headed out the door. I sat on the edge of the bed after putting on my trousers and shirt. I put on my shoes next. Done putting on my shoes, Ivan helped me with my wrist button. A few seconds past and he was done. I stood on my feet. He helped me with my tie and jacket. "That's it. You are good to go, Elegant groom." He said, chuckling. I kept a straight face. "You know, you don't have to do this if you don't want to." He said. I didn't respond but walked towards the mirror. "It's your life. Not dad's." He added. I remained silent, checking myself out. "I know you are doing this to strengthen the mafia but Julio has already done that. You don't have to do the same. What's even the use of more power anyway?" He asked. I placed my tie properly. "Just that you are not in love with anyone." He said. I froze. "If not, I would advice that you think about her and forget a
CORA Slowly Steady And Gently Just like the way I practiced... My bare chest is going up and down. My breathing is picking up, letting out little moans as I ride on that which is under and inside me. I can't say I am feeling pleasure but pain. But I have no choice. I have to please him. That's my ultimate aim. He likes it this way. He calls it cowgirl. I don't understand the cow in it but that's what he calls it. He loves the position. I keep riding even though I am finding it hard to do it well and holding down my tears. He will hit me if I shed a tear for nothing serious. But this is serious. I don't feel good doing this. But I am actually pretending. I don't want to upset him. "Get off me" he spoke up I furrow my brows "wha...' "Get off me damnit!" He yelled making me flinch as i quickly get my naked body off him. He stand on his feet sighing. I watched him confusedly as he put on his trousers and shirt. "wh...where are you going?" I stuttered "G
"Sky we need to cook" I said as I put on my dress.Sky's face lighten up the minute he heard me say cook. He loves cooking.So do I.Cooking is my hobby. I love love doing it!I use to spend all my time in the kitchen back then at the orphanage. Our cook there, Mrs Mariagoretti would always call me to help her and I will be so happy to. She taught me how to cook a lot of dishes, including dessert and some pastries.Cooking became my passion. It has been my dream to own a restaurant but Hunter said it's a lame dream. He said everyone can cook. No one waste their money to buy food these days. They cook their own food.I think he is right. No one wants to waste their money to buy what they can actually make by themselves.Oh well, so far as Hunter loves my food, nothing else matters.Getting on my feet, I arrange the bed properly. Sky helped me with the other side of the bed.He is such an amazing dog. Hunter got him for me when I turned eighteen. I named him Sky because his fur is blue