“It’s rude, you know.”Grace blinked her eyes, her naive eyes looking confusedly at him as little anticipation and anxiousness tingled with innocence, in its purest form, oozed through brown orbs. Maverick could spend his eternity just looking at her, despite the urge and twitch of his fingers he’d never dare to touch her.Cause he was the person who understood innocence once lost couldn’t be regained. And darkness once gazed upon, could never be lost.And Maverick seemed himself to be that darkness. When his darkness became his protective inner sheath, he was the servant of danger, bound in duty to obey his mind, the darkness became the softest of black velvets illuminated by heaven-spun stars. To him, she was the stars.“W-what?” Grace stuttered despite her courageous facade. Maverick noticed the tremble of her fingers and slight twitching of her jaw showing her unease and anxiousness. He inwardly smirked. So, he did have that effect on her.“To step inside someone else’s room, with
The conversation she had with Maverick didn’t exactly turn out to be like the one she had expected. A sigh left her mouth as she timidly walked to the dimly lit room. Last night she couldn’t get much sleep either, her thoughts were scattered and she was rethinking of what she did was right or not. Marriage wasn’t a thing to play with, but her life wasn’t anything but a game in itself. Not just her, but sheer fate also.Grace shook her head. Her fate must be laughing at her. She ran from Azrael only to land in the hands of a bunch of other sadistic psychos. One of them walked beside her with an unreadable look on his face. Hands rested in his pockets as he led her to Maverick’s office early in the morning. A dress that shows the best of her and left a little to the imagination was both cocoon and platform for her inner-butterfly. The dress sit upon her skin as soft petals, it was hue the many pinks of a rose garden. In the dress age was the blossomed flower, warmed in summer sun. Lace
“Maverick.” She stuttered. He pulled her towards the table. She kept looking at his broad back, anticipating his movements.“Bring the papers, Arden.” He muttered, his fingers tingling where his skin touched hers. Arden fixed his glasses, gritting his teeth as his eyes bore where Maverick touched her. Heart burning with jealousy. He placed papers in front of her, but his eyes not leaving the point where they touched.“Sign them,” Maverick said, sliding the papers with his free hand. Grace gulped, looking between them and nodded. She was now at the edge, there was no turning back now. It was something she had created for herself. A hell dug by herself, for herself.Her eyes looked over the words written there. She read them in her head. Slowly and making sure there was no–Her eyes widened when they landed on particular words. Snapping her head to Maverick, she asked with uncertainty.“W-what are these conditions?”“Few changes, nothing more.” His voice seemed to deepen as he glanced u
One year agoShe whimpered in pain. The raw possessiveness of his glistened over her delicate skin, marks of his ownership evident on her as he watched her body quivering. Her cries and sobs filled the entire room. Fragile she looked, the more he looked her way.His eyes raked over her body, desired in sinful ways, the white silk looked mesmerising on her, and the thin straps of the nightgown barely held over her shoulders as she wrapped her arms around herself and hugged her knees closer to her chest.She reminded him of a dove. Beautiful and elegant. Pure and naive. Every definition of innocence and every breath he took. She was engrossed in him. That’s what he liked to believe. But at this moment, in his eyes, she was a sinner. Someone who had questioned his claim raised a finger on his pride.A little bird, in a bold cap of golden feathers, alights upon the blossomed twig. Caged in golden cage. Singing on his tunes, to his accordance.His fists clenched further.But he would look
The morning came with commotion happening downstairs. Grace hardly had lifted a lid when she heard shouting from the lobby, where usually everyone sits around in the morning and evening. She groaned in annoyance as she shifted on the bed and draped the sheets over her head to block the sunlight and pressed her ears harder against the pillows trying to block away the shouts and yells. When she thought the commotion died down, a loud bang was heard from the lobby and her eyes opened widely. She remained still for a second before she fully swayed over the bed and swung her legs. Her heart almost threatened to explode and she hurriedly opened the door.Bare feet thumped against the marble floor as she rushed downstairs. What was happening? The closer she was getting, the clearer she could distinguish between the voices. Astonishingly, one of them belonged to Orion, the man who was avoiding her for the past some days for oblivious reasons. When she reached the door, with unsure hands she s
She took a step closer, the fabric of her gown touching the chair, his eyes on her, and a sudden yelp escaped her when she felt his hand clasping around her wrist and her eyes widened when she felt yanked to him. It would’ve been a mere jerk if it wasn’t for his other arm wrapping around her waist the moment he let go of her wrist. And when she opened her eyes, he was looking down at her, with a gaze she couldn’t recognise but she could…feel it.“What are you doing? Let go of me,” she panicked. Her hands raised to settle upon his chest as she shuddered the moment she felt his hand grabbing her wrists and her eyes widened. He twisted her wrists to cage them behind her back.“M-Maverick,” she tested his name on her tongue. Her heart was racing in her chest, when he pulled her flush to his chest, her legs dangling to one side as she sat on his lap. Her breathless breaths were like the wind and made his heart flutter. He had so much to say but still, there were questions in his heart. He
Grace spend two days and three nights locked in her room. Ashamed and angry at herself for even believing a man like Maverick. Last night was harder, she had nightmares of Azrael finding her and for the past couple of hours, she was awake. Cuddled at the side of her bed and watching the window with distant eyes. She wanted to believe Maverick that he would keep her safe, but Grace was doubting if he would do that. Strangely, none of them came to call her downstairs except for the occasional bringing of food by Arden. She was also avoiding him. Whenever he would come, she would pretend to sleep and wait for him to leave. Sometimes it would take him a couple of more minutes to leave as she felt his heavy gaze on her and then with a contempt sigh, he would leave. Sighing to herself she slowly get up and decided to take shower. Maybe that would cleanse her thoughts. To gather her thoughts she picked loose trousers and a T-shirt before entering the bathroom. Without looking at her reflect
As the city came out of the darkness of night, they crossed the Seine in silence. Without the traffic, they drove right down the centre of the street and not far away lay The Eiffel Tower, like a skeleton of metal projecting up into a sky that was rapidly becoming blue. A morning like this should be foggy, misty at the least, but in contrast to their mood it looked determined to be a story-book perfect day in Paris - only without any glances shared between them. Ever since the moment they arrived in Paris, Grace noticed a shift in Maverick’s mood. She tried not to glance his way as the driver approached a multi-storey hotel. la grâce.The red neon sign read as the car stopped. Maverick had surprised her with many things today. First his private jet and now his hotel in Paris. She knew he was rich, but now she was pondering if he was a billionaire. Maverick opened the door and with his long legs, he stepped outside. Grace gulped scrambling over to his side and followed behind him, st