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Perception (3)
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Elena's POV.He stood still, staring at the weapon-decked wardrobe, his face in awe as mine was filled with fear; the sheet around my chest and knotted under my armpits was the only thing covering me.It wasn't the guns that had my heart about to be ripped off my chest; it was the amount of it, and what's more, the way his face wove with amusement as if he had just bumped into a birthday present."It's not what you think, Elena."I wasn't even thinking; it was as if my brain had somehow shut down trying to make out what so many guns were doing in his beach house. He began to stride toward me, past me and then shut the wardrobe doors before turning, "I'll prefer not to have to explain that right now. Are you hungry?"Anything to get away from whoever this was, I nodded, walking away from him into the bathroom; I stayed under the shower, letting the water run down my head, trailing every part of my body, while I tried not to shiver.They were too many guns; what else was he hiding in t
Got Too Close Stranger (2)
I stood behind the window, holding a binocular I had found on a table; with that, I watched him glide on the water's surface, surfing the ocean. The thrill on his face, as he conquered the dangerous waves sent a chill into me.What had he said, "Whatever happens here, you should know it's still me"? What was this place? That brought so much out of him that set him at ease, the relaxation I had never seen since the years we'd been together.I looked at the card still in my hands, then back into the binocular; well, if I were going to be held hostage, I would enjoy the view.Despite the danger of the situation, I sighed; yeah, this man was an inferno, Nerdy with a touch of dangerous, the type of guy no one would expect certain things from, but then he did them.My father wouldn't know how wrong he was.My heart did a flip when Noah arrived. Good grief.***We were in the car back to Sardinia, and throughout the journey, he was on the phone, talking to Grace, trying to curb the scanda
Got Too Close Filthy mouth
The evening was buzzing, the bonfire razing in the air, children's voices filling every space, teenagers finding their age group, most in pairs, and the rest cackling loudly.My father sat with a group of men, drinking the locally made Ichnusa beer as they discussed what smelled like primary politics. I was surprised when I heard my father siding with President Nikolai against the others.What was wrong with men?The children and a few lovers were close to the fireplace, dancing to the tune of the gosos, played by a local band.My mum and I were pushing flowers into a strewn of ropes, then throwing them over people's heads, especially couples, as they walked into the live arena.I inhaled the air of happiness; this was how I remembered it, the fun, the laughter, the little kisses stolen under the moonlight by teenagers, then mothers throwing cautions at their daughters, suddenly deciding now was the time to teach them sex education.Mia was with my father, and Matteo stood in the midd
Got Too Close Claim
I shut my eyes, hoping to stay as quiet as possible so he'd go away, God! My father was at the door, still ignorant that Nikolai was here."Elena, I heard you scream. Are you okay in there?"I bit my lower lips, trying to steady my breath, Nikolai's hand left my mouth, still in me, and he thrust; my eyes widened."What are you doing?"He went hard, "Come on, Elena, daddy is at the door, don't keep him waiting" he increased the pace of his thrust, "All he wants is a reply from you.""Elena!"I opened my mouth to reply, but instead, a short moan escaped.Nikolai chuckled, kissing my neck, making me melt, "I like that sound; I think I'll go harder.""Don't you fucking..."One palm covered my mouth again, and his second slapped my bum; I winced. "Daddy knows you're in here, and it's all your fault.""Elena?" my dad knocked again, "Are you ok?" you were in the arena, and all suddenly weren't there again? Are you sick?"I swallowed, the knot in throat, my belly tightening as sweat dripped fr
Got Too Close Hells angel
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Got Too Close Just a man
Elena's POV.I was nervous as we were driving home. I needed to run.I was aware that he had watched the interview and, of course, had noted that, rather than trying to atone for my actions, I had spoken clean and didn't care who heard.Was he enraged and upset with me for hurting his public image? It was a good thing. Given that this is what I had always desired, wouldn't he want to remove me from his life? But then Matteo didn't deserve any of this. I didn't know what to do and wasn't prepared to begin again with my daughterI shouldn't have followed with my hare-brained idea.I had just made it worse The car stopped in the compound, and I hurriedly pushed the door open as my habit; climbing out of the car, I made my way into the house.I bumped into my children's nanny, who beamed at me while announcing, "he's in the children's room. The President can't get enough of his daughter."Sending her quick gratitude, I raced into the room.I planned to get off my clothes hurriedly and
Got Too Close Matteo
Authors POV.MATTEO.Since he could remember, his life had been perfect, easygoing, without fuse. Although young and growing, he was effortlessly popular in his little elitist school.Having the knack for calculation, which his father had cultivated, and being the top striker on his school's baseball team, Life was terrific.He was the teacher's favorite, loved by all, particularly the female teachers, who had kept asking about his father until his mother came into the picture again.All of this, he knew, was the advantage of being a president's son, and he reveled in it. Well, until she came along.Her head barely reaching his shoulder, she had coffee-brown eyes that seemed to entrap anyone who stared at her; she smiled a lot, and her voice was so loud it reverberated from wall to wall.It was hard not to notice her, with the braces she was proud of and her sizeable pink bag and her gummy bears, and her stupid fancy names.Aella Maximo had found him staring at her one day and then d
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