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
“Hi,” she whispered back, her voice soft, nearly trembling from the furious pounding of her heart. It was racing wild and loud as if it could leap straight from her chest at the sight of him.His smile stretched wider, slow and captivating, and then he stepped fully out of the room. With both hands
She gasped sharply when his middle and ring fingers slipped between the soft, delicate folds of her heat. He stroked gently, deliberately, circling and petting her with slow, rhythmic motions until she was drenched; slick and trembling with arousal.Phillian continued lowering his head, planting slo
The sex didn’t end on the island—it carried on until they got to the beach house.It was already ten in the evening by the time they arrived, and Nelly was already in her room. They heard her chatting away with Ambong, so they quietly slipped upstairs.Phillian guided her into his room with a firm y
It was exactly like the day she jumped off the yacht. The day the tide swept her to shore. The weather now… was exactly the same as it was then.She didn’t move from her spot on the veranda to greet Phillian; she was suddenly overtaken by nerves. Nervous about how her body would react the moment she







