LOGINShe had grown used to seeing him in his loud floral Hawaiian shirts, but never in something like this. And she couldn’t quite explain why it amused her so much.Was it because he looked oddly… endearing, wearing that apron?Damn it. Just last night, she had been seething with anger at him. That very
Phillian’s lips pressed shut once more, as though sealing in whatever words had threatened to escape. He fell silent, lost in thought.Then, without another word, he quietly walked toward the bedroom door, opened it, and stepped out. But before closing it, he turned back to her, his eyes resting on
Calley didn’t know how long she had been staring at the painting hanging above the headboard in Phillian’s room. It was a different painting now—not the one he had once made for her.Of course, Phillian had taken that down. Why wouldn’t he?But…Her gaze wandered across the room, unsettled. Why had
The loud ringtone jolted Calley awake, making her straighten in her seat. She turned her head to the side, catching sight of Phillian still focused on the wheel, driving steadily.She blinked, groggy. She hadn’t even realized she had fallen asleep. Shaking off the haze, she shifted her gaze out the
“Phillian! What are you doing?! You can’t force me to come back to Asteria!”“Who told you I’m bringing you back there?”She froze.Where was Phillian planning to take her?When the only possible place dawned on her, she gasped. But she didn’t have the chance to speak again before they reached the t
“Ugh, you look terrible.”That was the first thing Sacred said when they met, two days after she had confirmed her condition. They met at a restaurant near her apartment.“I had to fly all the way from Texas just to meet you,” he said as he sat across from her, his gaze fixed. “Make sure this is wor
Now it was past six in the evening. She had continued painting under the glow of the outdoor lamps on the veranda. Phillian’s gift to her, a sleek new cellphone, rested beside her paint brushes, waiting for his call or message. He had been gone the whole day without reaching out, but she didn’t mind
Phillian was a master when it came to pleasuring her with his mouth. Calley had not been with many men before, but she already knew he was different. He knew exactly where to touch, where to kiss, and how to move his tongue to unravel her completely, to draw out her juices until she was overflowing.
“Like what, Phill?” she pressed gently, her tone both curious and afraid of the answer. "It's nothing you should worry about."She was not satisfied with his answer. She turned to face him, her eyes searching his features. Phillian, who had closed his eyes again, slowly opened them. He still looked
Calley watched Phillian’s truck disappear down the road, her lips curved in a smile until it was completely out of sight. He had dropped her off at the health center that morning and promised to fetch her in the afternoon. He wanted to take her to a newly opened western restaurant in Lipa.She was w







