"Come, sit next to me," he gestured with his hand and patted the bed space next to him. Izabella reluctantly followed what the man wanted to happen. "I'd rather occupy this chair so we can talk properly," she said, pulling the one-seater leatherette sofa beside his bed. He laughed with slightly arched eyebrows, "Come on, Iza. What kind of behavior is that? Why so timid when you're my wife..." "Shut up, Aleksander. You know what kind of marriage we agreed on. Don't make fun of me," she whispered. "I want a proper conversation with you. And I mean talk..." "Oh! So, are we back to our proper state of memory?" He asked, his eyes never leaving hers. "Yes. I don't know what happened. I woke up leaning against that tree and gradually remembered everything. You seem to know what happened to me," she declared. "Thanks to your friend for telling me what happened at the airport on your way back to your country." "Yes, Shanda has been my best friend since we were kids. I wonder what happen
"Okay, I appreciate your kind comments, but aren't you going to let me know?" "Do you still remember the reason I married you?" "Yep. To be your companion and stripper, and from what I gather, emotional stuff is not included. Simply put, our agreement does not include falling in love or developing an emotional attachment." "Precisely. Your wording is appropriate." He nodded as he spoke. "I merely came here to look for my lost wife," the speaker said. Izabella focused on the man's assertion. She also didn't get why, after his confession, something suddenly dropped on her shoulders. "You... you've already married someone here?" She inquired with skepticism. "Yes, I was married before I met you, but not here. She is a member of my type. She was sent here to be saved because we were being attacked." "I see," she said softly. She felt a lump in her throat and thought it was good that the man confessed to her before her feelings fell. She realized now that it was forbidden to be emoti
"I'm sorry for this to happen, Madam," Larry uttered apologetically. "In the three years we've managed the resort, we've only just been attacked by jungle people today. But don't worry about it. Chief can deal with them, even wild animals in the jungle." "No doubt about that, but it's not good to be too brave even if someone like him knows how to fight. I've witnessed how ferocious those animal-like people are in the forest. Everything has a counterpart no matter how good you are," she said, unable to bear staying quiet because she didn't want him to think she was disrespectful to people like him under Aleksander's supervision. "I can't help but get annoyed with your boss because he's like a mushroom that suddenly appears in my quiet life. And now it's messy again." She couldn't stop a smile from appearing when she heard Larry's amused laugh. She felt the shaking of his shoulders. "Can't we go through the woods? Maybe there's a lookout of those wolves ahead of us. They must be aware
"Levi..." his voice was stern, and his eyes remained shut. "As your employer, I'm asking you to leave my bed. I'm sorry, I can't bring myself to sleep with you as I don't desire your body. I like watching you stripping, but that's about it." "Then let me entertain you, Aleks. I want to--" "I'm a married person on this planet, Levi, and I can't betray that marriage we shared. Respect my order." He felt it when the woman's body stiffened beside him. "This is the last time I'm telling you to stop this nonsense," he uttered coldly. The woman gently got off the bed and cried out of his room. Women... he thought sarcastically. So ironically, the one that I wanted was hard to get. She frustrates me like hell! He grunted in misery. He got up and removed his clothes one by one from the body that fell on the floor before he entered the bathroom fully naked. He turned on the shower and drowned in the rush of water from his head throughout his body. With his eyes closed, the innocent face
"Izabella, stop..." That hoarse voice kept saying while his hand hugged her tightly. "Hey, it's me.... calm down," he said, his mouth pressed against her ear. "Stop, or you will put us both in danger." Before she could speak, Aleksander suddenly teleported to the dense forest so that they could hide in the large trunks of the giant trees. It took her strength to break free from the man's arms gripping her to see him face to face. To make sure that her imagination was not playing tricks on her. "Oh, God... you're here…!" In a gust of emotion, she hugged the man tightly and simultaneously started crying on the man's shoulder. "What took you so long? I could have died…." "I'm sorry, babe. I'm so sorry…." He said, feeling her pain, and her body trembled with fear. And terror was written on her face. Her body sagged heavily as she breathed and cried. Aleksander heaved in a huge, gasping breath, pulling her closer as their chests held each other, and she was sitting on top of his lap an
She was in the lavish bathroom, standing beneath the hot, soothing spray of the numerous shower heads. Her mind replayed the events leading up to Aleksander saving her as she sighed deeply and leaned her forehead against the cool tiles. She remembered the previous evening at the base of the hill, the night she believed her life was over. Her permanent transformation into a werewolf was the outcome of the moment she had feared. She had excruciating pain in her hand, face, and entire body. She understood she was now experiencing what others call lycanthropy, or the power to shift into a werewolf. It was agonizing and slow, lasting more than five hours, and felt almost like torture. Soon she resembled no more than a ravenous wild animal that ate anything it could get her hands on. Izabella tightly closed her eyes in response to the ferocity she never knew she was capable of. She could not accept the change in her appearance as she behaved like a rabid animal. Two men later discovere
Izabella did not expect what he was about to do. She lost all sense of time as he knelt before her, elevated her left thigh, and gave her a long, hard lick with his tongue. His mouth sucked, nibbled, and kissed her while his hands gripped her posterior. She started to groan. "Wait, Aleks. This is getting too fast..." "What are you saying? Do you deny what was clear we both wanted? We've been married for almost a year, and nothing in our agreement has happened as of today." "No. I do not deny that, but we have important things to consider than our hormonal issue." "Alright," he chuckled. "Hormonal, indeed. Please make up your mind, though. I won't ever force you, Baby. But remember that I'm not going to decide for you." She said, "I know," with a knot in her throat. Because the man didn't exploit her last night when he could have done so freely, he believed she could trust him. "We need to talk, okay?" He was shaking his head in disbelief. Nobody ordered her what to do, but the wo
Even though the morning sun had already touched her moist skin, her mind was still floating, engrossed in another realm of space and time. Her weary muscles from her nightmare experience, during which she sprinted obstinately through the forest to save her life, seemed soothed by the sound of the water lapping. She then tried to organize her hazy thoughts. Her eyes were also fixed on her best buddy and Aleksander while conversing. They were around her as she sat on the long beach chair with a big umbrella as they stood by the bayside. She still couldn't believe the fate she had chosen until that point, even if they had agreed to have a church wedding two days prior. Her father insisted on it even though he knew the bridegroom was an alien. That is, in fact, my father, she mused. Her father believes that, while having a different beginning, space is not distinct from the planet Earth. She was also accustomed to having a broad perspective of the various creatures that inhabit the eart