Share
Fifty-six
Anelia twirled in front of the tall mirror and stared at herself. She had on a beautiful one-shoulder emerald gown that fell around her in beautiful waves. The dress moulded her round curves beautifully and her hair was pinned into an elegantly done chignon.
Her face was glowing with the expertly done makeup. The red lipstick stuck out beautifully on her fair skin. Her nails had a s
Related chapters
Cold Fifty-seven
Her stomach felt giddy as she sat next to Dexter in the limousine. The car was nothing like the cars she had been in. Everything was foreign yet a sight for sore eyes and she was trying her best to not gawk at the interior.Dexter, on the other hand, looked every bit the Alpha male he was and most importantly, completely comfortable. She could feel his eyes on her and gulped. The pa
Cold Fifty-eight
“Well, it looks like you have found yourself a match,” Mr Burkley spoke lightly, patting his shoulder. Dexter raised his glass at the people around him and took a swig of the remaining wine.“I most certainly have,” he agreed with an amused smile, still looking at the people around with disinterest. “She couldn’t have gotten far, could she?&
Cold Fifty-nine
“What am I supposed to say to him?” Anelia whispered to Emma as they slowly walked down the stairs.
Cold Sixty
It would have been much better for Anelia if Dexter had raced to wherever it was he was driving them to in a fit of anger.At least that way she would be able to feel less guilty of how she had handled the situation. She nervously eyed him as he sat behind the wheel, but he never once looked her way.When the car gradually stoppe
Cold Sixty-one
Sure, let’s give it a try!She wanted to shout the words so bad but the words were stuck in her mouth. Her mind was buzzing with her what ifs and thoughts of what would happen next.“Don’t overthink,” she raised her head up to look at Dexter who was still standing a good distance away from her. “Just yes or no, Anelia.”
Cold Sixty-two
The ringing alarm broke through Anelia’s peaceful sleep. She groaned and blindly stretched her hand out to where she knew the gadget would be; just near the lamp on the bedside table.“Stupid alarm,” she spoke drowsily, wishing the thing could disappear at once. Her wish came true as the sound died down, whilst she was still fishing for the clock on the table. She
Cold Sixty-three
People danced gaily to the rhythm of the booming song as flashing lights gyrated above them. The bartenders kept the conversation going as different people trusted them to mix drinks to their satisfaction. Strippers showed off their skills on their poles. Easy men were like putty in their hands as they threw bills of money their way to praise them for a good show.The
Cold Sixty-four
Being labelled as the mystery woman that had publicly rejected a billionaire and being hunted down by reporters hadn’t stopped from making her escape to Emma’s. A quick shopping spree with the ever stylish Emma had her buying the sexy red number that accentuated her curves like second skin and a pair of killer heels; the straps of which went up to under her knees.Emma d
Latest chapter
