Yohan Dixon was standing in the hall placing his palms inside his pockets. His eyes were straight on the big screen on which the footage was being played. He came to know that, after talking to an unknown man, she got terrified and left with him in his car. He quickly ordered to catch the car and the man and returned to the VIP room in a panic. He lit a cigarette, placed his legs on the table, leaned back on the chair and sipped cigarette. The sleeves of his white shirt were half-folded and the top two buttons were unbuttoned revealing his strong chest. How could she go with an unknown person easily? He closed his eyes as if he was trying to accept the fact that he was the reason behind her bad luck. He shouldn’t have acted horribly that night. He should have listened to her. She was too simple and easy to be tricked. She did not even have a mobile phone so that he could find her location and she could call him in a trouble. He hit the table in anger. Where the hell she would be
“Yohan…” Yohan Dixon sighed deeply. She was uttering his name in her sleep, too. Why did he not think before throwing her out of the villa that she had no one else in this world except him? That night, he could not bear the fact that she was missing her ex-boyfriend. He did not want to believe that she was his wife so only he would be with her. He was so blinded by jealousy that he could not even imagine that she would never lie to him. If he had asked her about her connection with his nephew, she would have told the truth. She never wanted to go to Neel Dixon. She just wanted to be near him, in his safe shadow. If she had sympathy for someone other than him, she would have never called his name unconsciously, would have not looked at him with that pity gaze, would have not pleaded in front of him. After seeing him, hiding in the garbage, the way she called him, spread her arms after looking at him hopefully, wanted to be carried, the way she cried in his arms... Every cell of h
Yohan Dixon picked up his mobile phone and turned back. She lowered her gaze not to be caught. He narrowed his eyes. Wasn’t she looking at him as if he was a bar of chocolate and she would grab him?“Shall we go?”“Huh?”Yohan Dixon carried her suddenly, giving her goosebumps.She wrapped her arms around his long neck clenching his collar. “I can walk.” She muttered. She didn’t want to die inhaling his manly fragrance.“Oh, really?”He effortlessly came downstairs.“You shouldn’t carry me all the time. Your suit will be wrinkled.”“I have thousands of them.” He put her on the shotgun seat and looked at her.“But you are the only one.”She widened her eyes and he closed the door. He did not seem a sweet talker.Sara Owen took off her book and kept reading in the car.When they reached Vento University, she closed the book and put it in her bag. They looked at each other.“Are you ready?” He asked.Sara Owen nodded. When she was about to get out, he opened the door and carried her.“Wha
Sara Owen looked at the exquisite decoration around her. He took off his blazer and hang it on the back of his chair. Sara Owen was looking around with amusement. Seeing her facial expressions, he was somewhere satisfied. She liked it. He pulled the chair for him and sat down. The dining table was arranged adjoining the round swimming pool. Low yellow light was reflecting in the room making the atmosphere cozy. Behind her, there was a glass wall from where the whole city was visible. Her white and gorgeous face was sparkling due to the light reflecting from the water which was reaching his heart. He suddenly felt strange. He kept looking at her profoundly and she kept smiling while looking at the attractive interior. That smile was coming out of her heart. This interior was not so special for Yohan Dixon but when he saw Sara Owen happy for such a small thing, he got stuck by her simplicity. A small thing, making her happiest. “Wow!” She finally looked at him with a shining smile.
“I will.” He bounced his eyebrows and came to her. She held her palms near her thighs when he held the arms of her chair and leaned. “Do you know the consequences of scolding me?” His hoarse voice was erotic. His warm and alcoholic breaths fell on her small face. “I can kiss you.” She regretted being courageous. “You must be late. Shouldn’t we return?” “I know when I should leave.” She lowered her head in panic. He put his index finger on her forehead and slid it to her soft and red cheek giving her a chill. “How much do you like him?” The first arrow. Sara Owen froze. Did he want to talk about her past? “I… I…don’t like him.” “You liked him, didn’t you?” The second arrow. “It was a small phase of my past.” She sadly lowered her gaze. “Did you enjoy with him?” She smiled sadly. “I was sad after break up. Those memories were my weakness. But when you came into my life, I gave you a place in every corner of my heart. The happiness that you have given me, no one has given
It had begun to snow. The black car was on its top speed. Sara Owen was looking out the window, forlorn. Yohan Dixon's heart was racing because of her puffy eyes and the abrupt change in her behaviour. He gazed at her when the car stopped in front of the villa. She gradually opened the door and exited. He kept staring at her as she limped to the master bedroom. Something has to do with the swimming pool. She was still frightened. He smoked two cigarettes before making his way to the main bedroom. When he opened the door, she was standing on the balcony, hugging her chest, as if she needed protection. The peach nightgown revealed the precise shapes of her tiny physique. Yohan Dixon walked to the restroom to wash up. The balcony glass was closed, and she was watching the snowstorm with a constricted heart. She had destroyed the moment. He was overjoyed. She was thrilled. But everything had been ruined. She wished to be free of every old memory. Even now, she remained petrified of t
Yohan Dixon looked at her back with complicated feelings. The fire that emerged between them in the hotel was still present in some corners of their hearts. He couldn't stop himself from touching her even if he wanted to. He stepped ahead, touched her wrists and placed his lips on her bare neck. Sara Owen closed her eyes feeling his warm breaths. He slid his palms towards her shoulders and his lips approached her earlobe. She tried to control her heartbeats pressing her palms on her chest. “I want to touch you.” His hoarse voice dragged her into the magical world. She hugged her chest tighter. His palms reached near her navel and he untied the belt of her robe. “Sara…” He buried his face in her neck taking off her robe. The rob fell to the ground. She gasped and he turned her towards him. She continued gasping and he continued licking and smooching her neck. “Ahhh…” She was hissing. Got damn! Why the woman was such sweet? He carried her to the bedroom. After throwing her on the be
Neel Dixon nodded with a downcast smile, "I know you can't dare. But..." They looked at each other. His eyes were profound. "Will you answer honestly?" Sara Owen nodded, "Are you happy with him?" "Yes, I am." It didn't take long to answer. He swallowed discomfort, "Did you ever like me?" Sara Owen faintly smiled and looked at the fountain. "What was there between us... I don't know. But... What is with him...is... Holy and deep. I didn't feel this way before. This is different. I am feeling like... I am not able to live without him. I can't leave him. I can't breathe without him." She raised her sparkling eyes and looked at Neel Dixon with a gentle smile. "Whatever was between us... Being with him made me forget everything." Neel Dixon could see a ray of emotion in her beautiful eyes. She was not lying. The truth that he was seeing in her eyes, this truth had never deceived him. Going far away, today, he felt that Sara Owen had never lied to him. She had a gleam in her eyes fo