Masuk"What if I just... jumped out of the damn car?" --He turned around to walk away and she followed closely behind him. She didn't utter a word as they went towards the elevator and got in. Casting nervous glances at him every second as they kept descending, she decided to start a conversation with the hope of him talking to her.Biting down on her lips, she fiddled with her fingers nervously and looked up at him. "Wh--why are you always cold?" He cast a glance at her as he heard her voice, but that was all. He looked back straight ahead and focused on the doors. Moments later, the doors pulled open and he walked outside without uttering a single word. She scowled at him and cursed underneath her breath. Knowing the little she knew about him, she knew well enough that he would not respond no matter how many conversations she tried to have with him. They walked together in silence and soon arrived at the garage where he parked his car. She looked around at the cars and asked, "whi
“I don't know why he's always affecting me.” –Rebecca would be lying if she said she wasn't feeling nervous, her hands slightly trembled as she tried to put in the contact lens but she refused to ask for help. When they finally settled in, a sigh of contentment escaped her lips. It didn't do anything to her eye color, they just sat on top of her irises like they weren't even there. Well, at least she had accomplished something on her own. She thought to herself. When she was being dressed up, she hadn't even been chanced to raise a single finger, it made her feel as if she was a little child that couldn't dress herself. But she would be lying if she said she didn't feel the authority in them, having someone else dress you. But she didn't like the feeling, after all, Diego dresses himself as well. After putting in the contact lenses, she turned around to show it to him. He simply nodded in acknowledgement without looking twice at her eyes. She kept telling herself not to think t
"The brightest shade of light in this darkness." --Diego held back the urge to pull her closer to himself. She stared at him with such defiance that made him want to lose control. He could tell that she was waiting for him to make a move but she also looked like she was going to make the move herself if he kept on delaying. He couldn't afford to lose his guard again. "You're in good shape." He breathed. She blinked. "What?" "Tonight... There's only a few hours left. Do you have any questions regarding tonight? Any question, any clarification. Just let me know. Your dressers are already outside." He explained. The disappointment on her face would be enough to fill up the entire room. He didn't care though. No. He didn't want to care. But he did. Of her own accord, she stepped back from him, meaning the message had been understood clearly. He didn't want to have anything to do with her. Her face seemed to harden, or almost as if she wanted it to harden. But there was still a
"Imaginations run wild, mine has gone crazy!" --Rebecca sat up in bed, choking on her saliva. Damn! He was one fine looking man and it was impossible trying to deny that. She managed to keep her eyes locked with his, finding it impossible not to trail over his body repeatedly. But she had to remind herself, she was angry at him. She hated him. The man who murdered her father and maybe his own too from what she had heard from Chase. Plus, he had been ignoring her which was not supposed to be. Weren't they supposed to talk things over when he cooled down?Although she knew she had hurt him when she couldn't bring herself to say she didn't like Chase. But did she really like Chase?Focus!"What are you doing in here?" She asked him with a forced glare. Diego walked towards her bed with the grace of a king, taking his time with every careful and precise step. He made walking look like an art. "Get up." He said. Not commanding, not ordering, but not pleading as well, just simple wor
"Too many thoughts at the same time." --Diego spent the rest of the daylight in his study going through some important things he had set aside. Or at least that was what he wanted to do. But his mind kept drifting back and forth between work and that little troublemaker. Why was she even on his mind at all? Unfortunately, he didn't have an answer to that. So he got up and went to do some exercise to get his mind off things for a while. He changed into some casual t-shirt and pants and went to his personal gym. Another matter was also bugging him. His brother. His most trusted ally. At least that was what he was supposed to be. Why would he lie to him? Was he perhaps afraid that Diego would perceive him as incompetent for losing a sick patient?But why did he stop treatment in the first place? Was he really trying to kill Marco? The man who was more than ready to lay down his life for the both of them any day? Even in his sleep! He was so confused. Running on the treadmill didn
"The Gonzalez secrets and politics can drive the most sane person insane."--Rebecca waited patiently for a response as she watched the emotions unfold on Chase's face. At first, he looked surprised, then it melted into a calmness she didn't really understand. Then his lips curved into a smile and he held onto her hand tighter. "What kind of person would I be if I was angry? I know how you feel. You must feel so suffocated, especially with Diego around always trying to tell you what to do. "I can't promise you your freedom, but I will try talking to him to let you go and maybe find another way to pay your father's debt. He doesn't actually need you for anything, you're just a souvenir to him. Once he doesn't need."Her eyes widened in shock. "Did you just say you're going to talk to him to let me go?!" She couldn't hide the surprise on her face as she asked. He nodded his head with a gentle smile on his face. "I will. Of course, nothing is promised, but I won't stop until I get y
“Say my name. Say it once, say it twice.” _Rebecca almost slapped herself right there. How could she think about sex? Sex with a man like… him??? She could feel her cheeks heating up from the irresponsible thoughts that swarmed her head. How come she let herself waver so much? “What are you thi
Answers? More like dead end riddles._A lot of questions stormed through Rebecca's mind at once. She tried to pick the best three out of the millions that plagued her mind. Why was she being held captive? What kind of business did her dad do with them? Who were they hiding from? What happened to
The strongest Man with the greatest weakness. _Diego heard a soft knock on his door and he already knew who it was. Rebecca approached his desk and placed a cup of coffee in front of him.He looked up at her face and noticed something new. Her lips were a deeper shade of red than normal. His brow
It shouldn't hurt but it still does_Diego woke up with a soft groan. Opening his eyes, he felt even more tired than he did when he went to bed. How did he get to his room anyway? The last thing he remembered was going to the balcony for a smoke. Rubbing his forehead slightly, he tried to rememb







