Sinful Pleasures - Chapter 4
The next morning, Rye was in his usual place at the balcony. He was watching Gillian's house through the binoculars. There were no movements. When Nurse Sanchez appeared, he maneuvered the wheelchair towards the bedroom.
Rye had a hard time shaking himself awake. He focused on her heart-shaped face."You're an attractive woman, Gillian," he said in a matter-of-fact tone. "I was just admiring you." Then he looked at her body once again.
"I see Ginny as a younger sister," Sam protested while both his ears reddened."Well, I see Gillian as future Mrs. Rye Gonzaga," he stated seriously."I have an observation, boss. If I may express it," Sam said hesitantly."Spill it."
The atmosphere was damaged by the visit of the Terrible Three although Gillian continued giving instructions and writing down her observations. Rye followed her example--for now.He seemed cool and collected while doing the exercises that Gillian told him to do but the truth was, he was seething inside. He wanted to follow the Terrible Three and to punch them each to the nose!But he couldn't walk! And they would surely retaliate. Where would he be? Did he mana
Gillian went to her mother's room.Genova had a faraway look in her wrinkled face.She knocked gently.Genova blinked and when she saw Gillian, she smiled wanly.
"H-his name is Lupo Serese." Gillian's voice seemed to come far, far away. She looked as though she had seen a monster. Her flushed face turned into a pasty white. Her lips, reddened by the hot brew she was sipping, immediately lost color.Gillian closed her eyes and fainted.Rye was ready. He had wheeled towards her and his distance from her was an arm's length. He caught her before she slumped forward
Gillian was in a dream world. Everything seemed hazy except this man.Rye was the first man who looked at her with something hot in his eyes.Those eyes were like a diamond. They conveyed different facets of emotions. Admiration. Appreciation. Respect. Longing. Desire...Gillian secretly shivered with romantic excitement the first moment she knew that Rye was interested in her. She would peep at the windows to catch a glimpse of the man with honest eyes.But that was all... She couldn't pursue him in real life. He was not for her.Well, except in her dreams. Anything was possible in here. Even the man lying on top of her...The man was him. She had mixed reactions. There was the familiar panic engulfing her. The fear that rendered her motionless because it was safer. Her husband wouldn't inflict more pain if she remained frozen. If she endured the punches quietly, he might--might--stop quickly.But the last beating had been a long time ago...Gillian whimpered weakly.Rye felt her desp
Gillian woke up in a strange room. The dominant color was blue. Blue bed, blue walls, blue rugs..."My mother took the liberty to decorate here while I'm in the hospital.""Huh?" She jumped when Rye spoke."Sorry. Did I startle you? Good morning," he smiled at her cheerfully. "Would
Sam led the way to the 'hanging garden' that was located at the far end of the Gonzaga Property. Ginny followed trustingly. When they encountered the bulky men, she looked at the guards warily."How many of these men are here?" she asked him when they were out of earshot."About twenty men."