[Ralph’s POV] '.... So pack up your things and leave when you're told. Do you understand me, Juliette?' repeated the sweet voice. Calm down, big guy. My right hand has been gripping the steering wheel so hard, the tremors of my angry knuckles were clenching my heart. Click! The door unlocked and a satisfying chuckle came through the mic in Juliette's phone when someone shuffled anxiously in. 'You leave me no choice, Juliette. I'll have to accept your apology,' she added, loud enough for the new entry into the room. Likely the housekeeper. Which meant bad news. Goddamn it, Juliette. Why didn’t you wait that couple of days? Why the hell did you change your mind? What protege of the business king would go to a business meeting with a cluttered mind? That’s like asking the quicksand to eat her alive. Christ…. I should be mad at her for lying about having my baby. But I'm actually more angry at myself for not seeing through her lies. Way to go, asshole. You can't keep yo
[Jewel’s POV] The swell in that broad throat of her sexy devil bobbed furiously. The same fury that shot out from those handsome eyes—the same eyes whose constant rage would excite her, make her want to feel the pain of his strength under his whip. Yes, Ralph, she thought, that’s the anger I missed. The You who was gone right after your stupid scheme of legalising our family. That power inside you craves for me—not that little Lux bitch. ‘Get out,’ he breathed, his hands in tight fists, wringing an imaginary stress ball. The cue for her performance, and Jewel gladly took it. Curving down her lips and hiking her eyes to a sympathetic form, squeezing every ounce of her to get some tears, she muttered in a strained voice, ‘Ralph, please. How many years have we known each other? You think I’d leave you just because you made a huge mistake like this? You didn’t let a thief into our home; she tricked you.’ Her giant stood with greater anger, his chair punched back in the same disappo
[Juliette’s POV] It twirled, feeling around, licking. Tremors rushed up my spine from my toes dangling next to his ears. Strong lips closed upon that sweet spot and pressed against the bud, then his tongue licked and rubbed and prodded possesively…. Warm tingles swept up under my skin like ice, jolting the pink tips of my breasts forward, wanting—no—needing the same attention he was giving my wet lips. Slurp. Suck. Slurp! ‘Keep them wide open, kitten….,’ whispered that deep attractive voice. ‘Wide…. Open. And concentrate. No coming till I say so.’ He blew gently across the tiny time bomb and I could feel its petals quivering with sheer anticipation. ‘Mmph!’ Slipped through my quivering lips. Eyes shut tight to muster that last ounce of strength to suppress that momentous mind-blowing explosion of gorgeous light. ‘Ralph! I squealed. ‘A little more, kitten.’ His tongue drove in. My head threw back, bumped against the headboard. But the pain was nothing compared to the
[Juliette’s POV] CLANK! ‘You little slut! How dare you talk to me like that! Do you know who I am? Get your manager here!’ The shadow of a dwarf with a ball under his Hawaiian shirt shot past me just as my hand fired out at the orange flowered collar. ‘Let me get it, Felix.’ I said to the boss of the diner. ‘Ya sure?’ He huffed, his cheeks red from anger, his eyes narrowed with the same fury and concern. ‘If anything happens to you—.’ ‘Jesus Christ, Felix, it’s been three weeks. Aren’t you tired of it?’ I glared at the monster in a BOSS suit. That slick golden hair was already flicking my nerves. ‘I got this.’ Nudging the real boss aside, I swapped out the apron, pulled down my sleeves and cuffed it as I strolled casually through the row of bar stools and booths. The last button closed up, I straightened my shirt then pulled my hair into a maître d'hôtel bun before arriving in front of that pompous ass. ‘Good evening, Sir. My name is Jeswee Kunnau—.’ ‘Ku, what?’ He check
[Jewel’s POV]Her phone screen blackened. She looked up and caught her own reflection in the car window. A frown. Everything’s set: the invitations have been sent out—she had checked through every single one of them, and they were real—the addresses, the names—she made sure that they were stamped and sent out; the venue has been secured—VL Hotel—the grandest one in the U.R.T, and the dream spot for every woman and every girl’s dream wedding; the menu has been booked—specially crafted by the three star Michelin chef Alan Bamsey. She even went to the venue an hour earlier, just to make sure that the agreed set-up wasn’t a fluke.Indeed, when she came through the door, the decor—from the floor to the stage prop—were exactly as the hotel had promised. So why did she feel the jitters? Could it be that the ceremony was set in the afternoon? But Ralph had assured her that he would have a meeting to go to, so the timing is perfect. Moreover, this is just an engagement party. Not the real
[Randy’s POV]He didn’t think much about the Don’s sudden visit. Maybe the son of a whore wanted to have a drink with his father-in-law. Randy couldn’t stop smiling. The master is back. With the Don on his side, Randy can do anything; the Virtuses will be his circus, at his mercy, his slaves, monkeys jumping to his every whip and command. Never mind that his allowance is limited—those idiots would gladly give him theirs. And he could spend like a king again–his precious princess won’t give him that look again. Never mind his bitch wife—she could fuck any man her pussy wants. That slut. How dare she cut him loose once the Don moved in with his stupid plans. What kind of a plan is that anyway: work and get paid? Why work when you can get money for free? Goddamn it, that bastard. If the Demon knew what his chosen heir had done with the family business, he’d rise from his grave and slit the damn boy’s throat before he could whip out his fucking gun. The door to his study opened and
[Juliette's POV]I managed to grab his shirt. And then—’Urgh!’I was blown back, struck the kitchen floor, the thin flesh of my back barely cushioning my crash. Then a yelp of pain and fear burned the air, rolling and thrashing about. ‘Felix!’ I jumped onto my feet, my hands on my apron. Pat! Pat! Pat! The fabric fluttered in a frenzy. Get it! Come on! Come on, Juliette!Pat! Pat! Pat! It was out and I dashed forward, on my knees. ‘It’s out! It's out!’ I cried to the rolling and screaming man. ‘Fucking shit!’ He panted heavily as I checked the arm that had caught fire. It looked red. ‘Can you get up?’ I shouted through the winds of the roaring blaze. ‘We need to move. Now. It's getting bigger!’And I helped the big guy to his feet. ‘I haven't locked the front door!’ Felix cried, holding his arm. Smoke was stuffing my nose. My insides are melting like cheese on a torch. In a glimpse, the kitchen stove and the flicking flames from the storage door beside it sent a chill of dea
[Juliette’s POV]I swivelled around my waist to face that handsome face of darkness and danger, and all I saw was gentleness… and guilt. And everything that I wanted to say vanished instantly. He gave my cheek a light push and I was facing the bathtub tap again. ‘Stop distracting me.’ His voice was hoarse again, as though he was resisting the pain inside. I stared at the plastic wrapping around the sling—the added protection to my injured arm–and the tears swarmed up to my eyes again. ‘Fuck,’ he growled—his fingers paused. ‘Are you hurting again?’ The same fingers were about to lift from my scalp when I sniffed again and chuckled. ‘I’ve never felt better.’ I flipped around again to show him—a bright smile on my face. But it didn’t make the knit in his brows go away. He pushed the same cheek, turning my face away, and resumed massaging my foamy scalp. ‘You’re good at this,’ I whispered, trying hard to send a reassuring smile through my voice. And he replied in the same serious