(Anastasia's POV)I groaned before I sip on my coffee while stretching out myself. I just woke up and you know, when one of those days, you just feel too lazy to bathe. Yep, I was feeling that way today so I didn't bathe. And it was a Sunday which automatically made me even lazier.Byron visited yesterday but after he handed me the bouquet of roses, he bid farewell as he said he was busy with paper works. I adore him for the way that he gave me time to visit despite the workload he has. Maybe, he was just avoiding Caleb as they treated each other coldly.As I headed downstairs, my eyes flickered up to meet the well-designed and painted counter with a brand-new oven sitting on the counter. It was bigger, shinier, and new.The house was unusually silent and the room to Caleb's door was open. I did peek in carefully this time. I didn't want to encounter another shirtless water-dripping-showered Caleb.Although, he does look so damn sexy.Just no.Apart from me did wish for him to be naked
(Caleb's POV)"Sir, Mr. Martin reschedule the meeting," Kent informed me when I get off the car."It's good then. Push it back to next Tuesday." If he wants to delay it then why do I need to give him the face?"Okay, Sir. I will inform his assistant." Kent wrote down on his iPad as we entered the Carter Enterprise walking towards the elevator."How is the deal with Sy group going? Any progress?" I glanced at the Rolex watch and passed my mobile to Kent before entering the elevator."Director George is leading the project. Here is his report." he handed the iPad to me and took a glance at the screen."What about this, Beatrice?" I pointed to the name on the screen."That's.....she is the youngest Parker and she..." he sounded awkward and I got the clue from his behavior."She wants to meet me." I complete his sentence for him."The annual charity event that we held four months ago when Director George had attended the party, she asked for your personal number an--" I handed back the iPa
(Anastasia's POV)Caleb and I haven't spoken ever since. Every morning, he wakes up early to get to work and comes home late just to avoid me. It's his house, not mine, he shouldn't be feeling like a stranger in his own house. All of this is just because of going to a club in broad daylight. I am just helping Ava, does he want me to ignore Ava's situation? Talking to him always adds more problems to my list of problems.And also, NO PUNISHMENT OCCURRED!After that day, I haven't heard from Byron either. Those two are the most strange people I've ever met. They have too much in common, I wonder why they hate each other so much. Sometimes, I feel like they are trying to kill each other with a blazing glare, they are the only brothers but they don't get along well.I was taking a walk in the garden when Rosalinda sprinted in a rush towards me."What is it, Rosalinda?.""Madam, Mr. Carter just called and he said can you e-mail him the number of a folder. It's yellow and it's in the cardboa
(Anastasia's POV)I flaunt a genuine smile before he took my hand and he led us into the Lamborghini Sian. The ride was silent and I have to say it was getting uncomfortable. I mean, I'm sitting next to a guy who has barely said three words to me for the past few days. I had this question that was burning in my head and I needed to get the answer, he was the only one who could answer that."Caleb, why are you so infuriated at Byron?"The next moment, he started snapping at me."Can't you just stay quiet for ten minutes?"I flinched at his cold tone. His face was red and I could see how pissed he was as he tightly grips on the steering wheel.You know how to spoil a good mood, Anastasia.After the short drive which somehow seemed to be hours, we arrived at the ancestral mansion. We headed inside the elevator and entered the spacious and elegant living room. Everything seems mesmerizing.A sleek and sophisticated theme including dim lighting, flickering candles, and candelabras as a tabl
(Anastasia's POV)Caleb and I are back to square one. After last night, we haven't spoken. I figured it was for the best. He went through from the past and I don't think anyone deserves that. No wonder he is so bitter. He must be truly loved Sophia before.I had seen his car outside so I assumed he was still asleep.I was in the kitchen making some breakfast when I received a call from Mom. She wanted to talk to me. Not so long after Caleb walked in, he still had this gloomy aura. I felt guilty about stealing that picture but he didn't seem to care about anything.He took some plates from the cupboard, for which I was thankful because I couldn't possibly reach that high without at least standing on a chair and breaking my neck.He positioned himself at the table and so do I. "So, uhmm... When can I go back to work?" I break the silence."No, you're not going back to work. I already fired you." he calmly said."What? Why?" I exclaim in surprise."Just stay at home, Ana. That would be s
(Anastasia's POV)An alarming sound resonated in the surroundings making me stir on the bed and I turn to the side trying to block out that irritating noise.But to my disappointment, that annoying sound rang incessantly making me groan in annoyance. I groaned when the sound kept on ringing and search for the mobile on the nightstand. Finally, after a minute, I grabbed the phone and get up on the bed. I turn off the alarm on the phone and placed it back on the nightstand.I so wanted to go back to sleep but I recall the reason behind this alarm that is to serve the young master. That jerk said I was the one who wanted to trouble him but in the end, I was the one who suffers the most.Like the saying "The one who wants to laugh in others' misery would be the one to have laughed at last.", that is what happened to me. I so wanted to see him in his worst condition but the evil got the result of what I had to sow for him.How can that woman have tolerated this snobbish rich brat out of my
(Anastasia's POV)The rest of the day went by smoothly. I avoided Caleb for most of the part and stayed in my room. Whenever Caleb becomes intimate with me, I can't help myself but respond with his every sensual touch. Yesterday, we almost did it. I almost gave in for the second time.And... I'm scared.Scared of what would come next... scared of the consequences... scared of being too close to him.I let out a long sigh as my eyes kept wavering on the wall clock hanging on the wall. Time had passed by like a blur. It had gone away too fast. The entire house was silent and I didn't like it at all.Not one bit.I know it had been only months of knowing him but I am beginning to like this place. The mansion, Rosalinda, Fernando, Erik, butler Mike... and Him, the fun I never had before.It was all too much fun and I didn't have the heart to leave it behind. However, what if Caleb finds me bothering? What if we are not on the same page? What if he only has those desires and lust for me?My
(Anastasia's POV)Why do I have a feeling that I am having a case of Stockholm Syndrome? Does Stockholm Syndrome make one's panties wet?No?It doesn't?Oh well.I have read somewhere that it takes weeks for Stockholm Syndrome to appear. But, it has been only one day.Oh shit. I'm having a severe case of Stockholm Syndrome.Or maybe I am just going crazy."Hey, Mrs. Billionaire! What are you thinking? Are you daydreaming of Mr. Carter's Cock-a-Saurus Rex?" she said wearing a Cheshire cat grin.It took me a moment to figure it out. "No!" I squealed when Ava gave me a blank expression.I looked behind to see Caleb ordering two cups of Milkshakes from a scrawny brown-haired boy named Luis. He decided to finally go to the local park despite my lack of response earlier.It's not my fault that he manages to shut down all my systems, except my reproductive system, which operates heavily whenever he is around."I can see you undressing him with your eyes, Ana," Ava whispered and I turned to lo