MasukShe 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
Phillian smiled when his gaze landed on the bed. His eyes slowly traveled over her naked body, and that’s when his expression changed. It was the same look she always saw in him whenever they made love; hunger, desire, excitement. She couldn’t wait to taste him again. But before that, she wanted hi
“You’re frowning again. What’s your problem this time?” Charles Xiu asked as soon as he stepped into the condo unit and was greeted by the sight of Esther slumped on the couch. She was holding a goblet of red wine, facing the door as though she had been waiting for him to arrive.They had been shari
“Okay. Let’s start, my Caty-cat,” he said, placing the palette on the table beside the couch. He searched through the cup of brushes and picked the right one to start, then dipped it in black paint. Using a light coat, he began sketching her body. The main curves, lines, and focal points.It took a
“Nelly… do you think I’m not happy here?”Nelly’s eyes didn’t waver. “I think,” she began slowly, weighing each word, “that there’s a man waiting for you in New York… and that your life—your real life—is there. Right?” She crossed her arms, her voice calm but laced with an edge. “What if what you fe







