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Cold Ninety-One
Anelia found herself ruefully appreciating the importance of her eyesight, especially now that she was blindfolded and had no way of ripping off the piece of clothing covering her eyes.It was eerily quiet and all the twisting and turning she had done in the past hour, in hopes of somehow freeing herself had only served to bruise her wrists. Stubbornly, she twisted her wrists again and moaned at the pain that shot up her arm.Stilling, she took a large gulp of air and bit down on her lip. Hours ago, her life had been perfectly normal and she had enjoyed every little second of it. Well, that as wasn’t entirely true. The thought alone brought a wave of sadness that settled over the crevices of her heart and tightened.To say that she had tried her hardest to be merry, to spend as much time with her newfound family at the restaurant and with Natie would be understatement. She had been working harder than was necessary to take her mind off Dexter, to no avail. If anything, thoughts of hi
Cold Ninety-two
He was calm, cool and utterly composed as he walked down the remaining steps. If anything, he seemed to have walked in the middle of a very a boring play. His eyes finally shifted towards Freda after they had scanned her entire body and Anelia glimpsed the facade breaking for a mere second. In the next second, his features were schooled and it was if as she had imagine that crack.“You have been busy, Freda,” Dexter drawled, looking up at the stage with a lazy gaze. He twisted to look at the hall around him. “And fantastic choice of a hiding place, by the way. I never would have taken you for the sort to know of such dilapidated places.”Freda paced across the stage, the knife shining under the large beam of light she and Anelia were both under. “Why, thank you. And this,” she said, gesturing to the entire building. “Was my favourite place to hang around in my younger years. But, of course you never knew that because you never bothered to know me. But that’s all in the past. What’s im
Cold Ninety-three
"Take me home," Anelia murmured in a voice that was devoid of feeling. She had spoken the very same words over an hour ago, when she had been more than pliant in his warm embrace and overcome with heat. Except the spoken words now lacked the same enthusiasm that had previously been present in them. Between their shared moment of passion which stood to remind her that all attempts to forget Dexter disintegrated to moot the second he kissed her, and waiting while Dexter explained everything to the police as soon as they arrived on scene; finding her wrapped in his arms and clinging onto him like a vice (much to her mortification), it was safe to say Anelia had sobered up. Add on the fact that while she had been deep in her thoughts, she didn't pay attention to the direction Dexter was steering his car in, only looking up at the familiar La Vida that was illuminated by a glowy colour one couldn't miss from a mile away.Dexter had ignored her protests and taken a hold of her hand like he
Cold Ninety-Four
Days passed by and Anelia attempted to keep her mind occupied with the restaurant, the priceless conversations that always arose between her colleagues during work hours and avoiding her best friend like the plague. Emma had tried to pry into the specifics of her sudden meeting with Freda, one that her friend didn’t fail to label as careless and reckless whenever the matter arose, but had failed to gain much information. Anelia couldn’t bring herself to repeat the drama that had unfolded that day, for fear of failing to keep the fact that Dexter remembered everything and had made his intentions towards her clear from her. Knowing her friend, she would have all her belongings packed in just a few minutes and toss her in the next taxi back to La Vida.The thought of going back to La Vida, of going back to him, it brought shivers all over her skin. Whether it was from fear or excitement, she was not too sure. Perhaps, it was a bit of both. She feared the unknown, the possibility that so
Cold Ninety-Five
Dexter rubbed his hands over Anelia’s smooth skin, his fingers caressing and tracing every curve on the surface of her skin with slow deliberateness. They lay together, skin to skin and to say he was content would be putting it lightly. To think that he had actually entertained the possibility of staying away from her and concoct some plan to seduce and sexually frustrate her until she surrendered. The idea alone now seemed to have been doomed to fail from the very beginning. The plan had come biting him back—it certainly had been the longest week he had ever had to endure. And he wasn’t one to wait around, especially when he had been occasionally living right across the road from her. The issue with his latest acquired addition to his list of properties caused a ball of unease to gather in his stomach. It had to be the most impromptu decision he had ever done in his entire existence, and he hardly ever jumped into a decision without much assessment and evaluation. To say it was unl
Cold One
Humming a tune known to nobody but herself, yes she was that kind of girl, she focused on the job at hand. Mopping and scrubbing floors had never been her cup of tea growing up. However, she was helpless in the face of destiny, just like we all are.There she was at one of the world's most renowned Hotels; La Vida, down on her knees, scrubbing the tiled floors of the bathroom suite belonging to the Hotel's lavish penthouse.This right here was what other workers in the Hotel considered a dream come true. For what reason, you might wonder. First and foremost, this was the penthouse. The only place in the whole 85 floors of the entire Hotel that never required much cleaning. Just a little dusting, mopping and scrubbing was enough. Now secondly and apparently most importantly to the entire female population of workers, was the fact that Mr Black resided here. By cleaning his penthouse one might be lucky enough to get a glimpse of the mystery man. Their words not Anelia Telford's. In all
Cold Two
Something about the baritone voice shook her in a way that she could not pinpoint. For the first time in her life her heart thumped so hard against her chest just as chills trickled down her spine down to her toes. The feeling was very foreign and completely unexpected.And in that moment she found herself thinking that being caught red-handed was not such a great feeling after all. And
Cold Three
"Natie!" Anelia called out to her sister, who was in her bedroom. She moved about the kitchen, as she finished up preparing their supper.The kitchen was a rather small space that consisted of, well just the basics. If you could call it that. A four-plate stove stood by one corner, just behind the door which led to the dining room.
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