Craving Talia

Placing down the wooden hairbrush, she let out a tired sigh before tying her long black into a tight secure ponytail. She liked it that way so it doesn't get in her way. She stared back at the blue eyes that were looking at her own and couldn't help but acknowledge the beauty in them. They were more of a dark shade of blue that many people thought was rare.  The beauty in them wasn't just what was on the outside but the strength one could see in them. Her grandma always told her she was stronger than what people pinned her to be and since she was a kid she's always reminded herself those words till she believed them.  Thinking of her grandmother brought tears to her eyes. Oh how she missed her! She missed her stories, her cooking, hearing her voice whenever she sang to her and most of all her smile. She had the most beautiful smile Talia had ever seen. At times she'd even envy her for not only her smile but the joy that radiated of

Cesar scratched his week old stubble as he carefully looked at the dresses that were brought in that morning by his personal assistant . This wasn't his usual thing but he wanted to be the one to chose what Talia was to wear for their first meeting. Talia..... He liked the name. Loved actually, he loved the name. A beautiful name for a beautiful woman.  He remembered the night of the auction and how since that night she became all he could think of. She looked so beautiful his heart rate increased so suddenly he was even surprised. He could count the number of times his heart beat so much and it was just a handful of times. He had to have her. He swore the night wouldn't end before he got her and surely enough, 10 million dollars later he got her.  Something about seeing all those men bid on her made him angry and now that he had her he didn't regret using that much money. Money had never been a problem for him since he was basically born in a well to do fa

Her stomach rumbled for the hundredth time making her give up trying to force herself to sleep some more when she was dying of hunger. She lifted the covers from her body and got up from the bed making the mattress creak under her. She didn't know for how long she had been asleep but judging from the moon illuminating the room through the still open curtains she guessed it was several hours.  She drew the curtains making the room dark from lack of any source of light and had to blindly find her way to the switch that was next to the door. Flipping the switch, she had to squint her eyes due to the much light that filled the room. When she had adjusted to the new lighting, she noticed she was still in the same red dress that now had wrinkles. She wondered if her aunt had already sent her stuff because she was starting to sweat under the material and she desperately needed a shower.  Her stomach rumbled again reminding her she had to get something to eat. She