She looked radiant as she looked at him through the camera.She tucked a strand of hair behind her ear as she said, “I am Adrea Galanis. I grew up on the poker table as far back as I can remember.”Her voice. So smooth. He had not realised how much he had missed her. Sure, he had acknowledged the fact that she was not by his side — not how big that gaping hole was.He had initially turned on the television to get to the news. But now… he was not changing the channel. He leaned forward in his seat and watched the television screen as if entranced.“My father introduced me to the game,” she said, and there was a little smile on her face.He felt like she was smiling directly at him. He realised he needed a recording of this. He fidgeted with the remote to get the recording of the rest of the clip as she continued to talk to him. She was still herself — poised, articulate, captivating. And yet somehow brighter. More composed. There was a polished edge to her now, like a blade that had fi
The camera flashed in Adrea’s face and blinded her for a brief moment. She blinked to clear her vision and then got off the chair. She was done. The cameraman waved her off as another player got in front of the greenscreen.She went out of the room where Aris and Moreau were waiting for her.“I am done here,” Adrea said as she reached Aris.“Anyone would think so,” Moreau said dryly.Adrea looked at him in confusion and asked, “Am I not?”“You sweet summer child,” Moreau said.Adrea wanted to ask him what he meant by that, but as if on cue, one of the runners walked up to them.The young man looked at Adrea and said, “They want you in Green Room Two.”Adrea looked at Moreau, who had the shadow of a smile on his face.She turned back to the runner and said, “Alright, lead the way.”She got into the room where there was a camera set up in front of a chair and behind it, next to the cameraman, another chair. There were three people talking among themselves. One was a tall, scrawny man wi
Dinner with Moreau was going to be uneventful. That was what Adrea went in thinking. She walked into the restaurant with Aris holding her hand and navigating them to where Moreau was seated, a set of judgy eyes set on a carefully blank face. Aris grinned at him. He looked like he was rolling his eyes without actually doing it.Adrea did not notice the exchange; she was busy looking around to see if she was over- or underdressed. She saw that although some people came in business formal clothes and others were in smart casual clothes, like her and her sundress.“Hello, Moreau,” she said as she reached him.He nodded at her as his eyes flickered to Aris, who was saying, “How was mass, Moreau? Did you get the enlightenment you need?”The corners of his lips twitched, but he stayed impassive. Yeah, that was Aris’s effect on almost everyone.Aris pulled out a chair for Adrea and she smiled at him as she gracefully slid into it.He wondered if the pair knew what they looked like. The way the
Aris walked over to the pool and saw that Adrea was napping on one of the loungers nearby. She was on her back and the bikini she was wearing did nothing to hide her creamy skin from him. He was glad she was under the shade because he feared if she was in the sun, she would burn to a crisp. He walked over to her and sat by her. He needed to wake her up.He could not help but play with her in the process. He placed one finger on her shoulder and began drawing lazy circles. She shrugged, her scapula bone moving under her skin. Interesting. She did not always sleep like the dead.He traced more circles on her shoulder. She mumbled something but her eyes stayed shut. She was still asleep. He didn’t relent. Instead, he used his whole hand to caress her back.“Stop that,” she muttered.“Wake up, my sleepy one,” he said in her ear.He felt her tense under his hand and then relax as she asked, “Aris?”He loved that she knew it was him without looking, and she was so sure that she relaxed. He
As Rafael pulled into the driveway, he already knew the house would be empty. Still, some part of him had hoped to be wrong. Maybe she would be there, curled up on the sofa with her phone or laptop, or in her room ignoring him. But no. The place was silent, just as it had been for days now.He checked her social media status before he even stepped out of the car. She’d been online recently. So she was fine. That thought repeated itself in his head like a mantra: she was fine. It had only been a few days. She was fine.The housekeeper had told him she’d packed a bag and left after her cousins had come to visit. At first, he had assumed she’d gone with them. But then he saw their posts—smiling pictures at bridal shops, clinking glasses of champagne. She wasn’t in any of them. Not in the background, not tagged, not mentioned.Of course she wasn’t. She didn’t get along with them. That had always been clear.So, where the hell was she?Probably with Felix.He let out an annoyed breath throu
Adrea was not sure if she had dreamt the kiss when she woke up the next morning. She had a hazy recollection of him pressing his lips to hers and then telling her to go to sleep... She had no recollection of how she had got to her room, never mind how she had got home. As she quietly ate her breakfast, she considered asking him but then decided against having that conversation.He pretended not to notice her sneaking glances at him—until his nature simply couldn’t let him. And it was too tempting to tease her. He kept his eyes on her, secretly willing her to look up at him one more time.And she did.He shot her what he knew was his best flirtatious look.“You know you can look freely,” he said to her, enjoying the way her skin flushed and her eyes dilated. “I’m not averse to it.”“Gee, thanks,” Adrea snapped through her embarrassment. “Here I was thinking someone is collecting coins for me using my eyes.”Aris leaned back in his chair and drawled lazily, “It’s not about us using your