(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
(Anastasia's POV)It's been hours since the small cruise started to move in the water. The feeling of water surrounding us was making me feel uneasy but Caleb was there to distract me. He brought me inside, where there was a living room, a kitchen, three bedrooms, and other smaller rooms. He was currently sitting beside me, of course never letting go of my hand as he showed me a recipe book. He was talking about spaghetti and meatballs. His other hand moved animatedly in the air as he spoke. His dark brown eyes filled with wonder and delight."Do you like pasta?" He asked, turning the page over."Yeah," I muttered."Do you know how to make one?""A little.""I know how to make it. I'm an expert at it. My mom taught me when I was young." He said and I smiled. He continued talking about his memory and all I could feel was impressed by him."I already know that you can cook, Caleb. Remember in Paris, when Mikael was scared that you might burn his beloved restaurant." we both chuckle whil
(Caleb's POV)Ever since Anastasia entered my life, I felt like I am a fallen leaf floating on a river. She is the fire in my heart. She is everywhere in my body. She stands before my eyes when I close them. She is killing me constantly with her beauty. I wanted her. I wanted her to make me whole. Take my soul, my life, and my heart. My everything. I'm stuck on it hard.My hormones are always on fire whenever she is around. They burn with such a heavy passion. You know that feeling you get when you look at a woman and you just know. That you found her. I think I have found her."What do you want, Damian?" I asked annoyed a little, placing the phone on my ear. I looked at Anastasia lying back on the sand, star-gazing."You free tomorrow dude?" He asked."No," I said."I know you are free," Damian said, knowingly. "Are you with your girl?" He asked and I smiled, feeling my insides warm up at the thought of her. I liked how he said, 'your girl'. Yeah, she is mine alright. I looked to th
(Anastasia's POV)"Happy Halloween." a husky voice whispered in my ear and I jumped, dropping the carton of milk on the table but it was closed, so nothing spills.It was early morning and it was Halloween today. My dress was hanging in my closet and the mere thought of wearing it in front of Caleb made tingles shoot up my spine. "We are running low on food," I said and I heard him shuffling behind me. I turned to see him staring at me with amused eyes. "What are you looking at? Go buy some food. Unless you want to eat pasta dipped in mango juice." I was just joking, I know that it's Rosalinda's job for grocery."You look like a wife," Caleb said, his eyes brightening up immensely and my eyes widened. "You, asking your husband to go to the grocery store and buy food." My eyes widened at his sentence and my face felt heated all of a sudden. I wanted to shift the topic immediately."But I am married to Caleb Carter remember?" I said and now he was beaming, vastly amused at the situation