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
The sun shone brightly. A tall, attractive man was lounging on the couch in his yacht. Behind a pair of brown sunglasses, he was hiding his dark eyes, and the wind was playing with his silky hair. He had gripped a cigarette in his thin, pink lips, and smoke was proudly coming out of them. His log legs were crossed wrapped in well stitched grey pants, and he had a document on his lap. His lengthy fingers seemed to be seducing the papers as they touched the pages. The maroon shirt was the perfect fit for his muscular, strong figure and its half-folded sleeves showed off the large tattoo on his right arm. His shirt's top two buttons were undone, exposing his muscular chest and golden chain. The most expensive and opulent yacht was his private vessel. Two bodyguards were standing behind him. All in black... The dude had a mob boss's appearance Assistant Nolan pushed a man towards his legs. He was brutally beaten. Injuries caused his face to swell. But when he turned to see Yohan Dixon,
“Sir… Sir… Please forgive us. Please let us go. Please… No… No…” Three men hanging downward in the middle of the room were urging him to leave but he kept smoking coldly in front of them. He didn’t care how harshly they were beaten up and how loudly they were screaming. All he wanted was to listen to the truth. His long legs were wrapped under well-stitched black pants and his white shirt was stuck to his masculine body revealing his abs. Long neck and perfect collarbone were peeking out of the collar and a golden chain was sparking arrogantly. The sleeves of the white shirt were half folded and a palm was inside the pocket of his pants. His eyes were red and dark, yes, he was drunk. So, he was toxic. Thumpers panted and looked at him hopefully as they were tired and wanted some air to inhale. But it seemed that this man had decided to kill those roughnecks. “Sir… They will die.” Assistant Nolan looked at the back of the ruthless president and dared to speak. “If they wanted to sur
Her palms reached his bare back and her nails pierced his skin. She gasped, she panted, she agonized but he didn't let her go. When he tasted blood, he raised his head and looked at her affectionately. He had bitten her lower lip.The more he was tasting her, the more he wanted to dissolve her in himself.The cigarette was still trapped between his long fingers and he had forgotten to sip it. He only wanted to grab this appetizing woman.Sara Owen got spooked due to his heavy gaze. He was looking at her like a hungry wolf. She swallowed and he leaned near her thighs. He slid the camisole upwards and pressed his lips on her white and soft thigh."Shhhh..." She hissed and closed her eyes tighter.His lips began to move upwards and she clenched his hair in her fist. "Ahh..." She placed her palm on her lower abdomen and bit her lips to endure the pain. Yohan Dixon raised his head and looked at her coldly. He was just kissing her thighs. Why she was in pain? His eyes darkened when he saw t
“Good morning, Madam.” Sara Owen looked at Nisha who had just greeted her with a gentle smile. Seeing her, she had understood that Yohan Dixon must have left for work. She smiled at Nisha, “Good morning.” “Today you slept till late. Are you alright?” “Yes, I am.” Sara Owen poured water into a glass for her and sipped. “You have a long vacation. Are you planning your honeymoon?” Sara Owen spit suddenly and coughed. Nisha reached and rubbed her back. “What are you talking about?” Sara Owen looked at her while gasping. “It’s not me who says this. There are many rumours that you are finally on vacation so you will go on honeymoon.” “I am planning to clean the villa. Would you like to help me?” “Of course. But, the young master doesn’t like when someone touches his things. I can’t clean his study room and bedroom.” “I will do them. You take care of rest.” “Yeah.” Nisha left enthusiastically. Sara Owen sighed while stumbling on the chair. She almost had got a small heart attack
The woman had a delighted smile. She was beautiful. Her face was bright and blooming. Sara Owen sadly bit her lips. Samira Reddy.Sara Owen kept swallowing saliva in anxiety. A sense of sadness shook her heart.No one was allowed to enter his study room, nor did he allow anyone to touch his things. Was this the reason for his loneliness? Did he sit here for hours, missing his first love? Sara Owen looked at the photograph carefully. There was a different radiance on the woman's face. She was looking elegant as a daughter of a great family. Seeing pride and charisma on her exquisite face, Sara Owen looked straight at the glass wall. Her unlit and ordinary face, her simple appearance and her decent looks explained her that she was not qualified to be Yohan Dixon’s wife.This woman in the photograph was made for him. She was a charm. How could he forget such a gorgeous and graceful woman? He totally deserved her.Sara Owen put the photograph back in the drawer and looked again at her in