MasukADDISON The cool refreshing Air vanishing instantly. It had all been sucked out by him, by the heat of his body and the fire in his eyes. I was trapped between the cold marble sink and the wall of his chest, and my heart was beating so hard I was sure he could hear it and could even feel it as well. “I said, what the hell was that, Addison?” His voice was calm, too calm, but I could feel the tension in it. It wasn’t anger at me, not exactly. It was something else, something more dangerous, bubbling just under the surface. I felt it could explode any minute now.“I just excused myself to the bathroom,” I managed to whisper, my own voice sounding thin and a little scared. His eyes narrowed. “I wasn’t referring to that.” He leaned in just a fraction, and the world shrank to just his green gaze. “I mean, why did you let that guy move all over you like that? Smiling at him. Listening to his boring stories. Flirting back at him?"A spark of my own frustration cut through the fear. “I was
Addison The ride over was quiet, the kind of quiet that feels loud. It gave me too much time to think. Looking at Axel in that perfect black tuxedo, I knew I had to do something. He looked good, too good. The suit wasn’t just clothes on him; it was like a part of who he was—powerful, a little dangerous, completely in control. I loved him in just plain tshirts and pants, but him in tuxedos and suit was just so much better. It made my stomach do that silly flip-flop thing, and that was the problem.I couldn’t let myself feel that flip-flop. This was a business deal. A favor. I needed to remember that, or I was going to get my heart broken into a million pieces. I had to focus, sooner or later mum would ask I get married and this thing with Axel was only temporary, I had to keep that in mind. I also needed to find someone that could find me lovable, some that could give me love. I knew I would get married someday and I would hate for it to be loveless. So, I decided to be cool. Distan
AXEL'Then I will kill.' The words echoes in my head continuously. Saying that just proved to my uncle that I still couldn't control myself yet. I was still unable to control my animalistic urges to kill. I gripped the steering wheel so hard the leather creaked. I didn’t mean her. I would never mean her. I would tear out my own heart before a single hair on her head was harmed. But that was the problem. The mega moon didn’t care about my heart. It spoke to the beast. And the beast only understood hunger and destruction. The worst part was, the beast wasn’t some separate thing I could lock away. It was me. It was the part of me that had watched an interview with a fashion designer three years ago on a late-night business channel and hadn’t been able to look away.She was talking about fabric, about light, her hands moving in the air. She smiled, and it wasn’t the polished, empty smile of the other celebrities they interviewed. It had a real warmth to it, a clever light in her hazel e
ADDISON Watching Addison in that kitchen, her smile so bright and unguarded for a moment, had felt like a physical ache. And then her question—where is your injury?—it was a knife twist. She saw too much. She noticed things a human shouldn’t, or at least, things I couldn't afford her to notice. I would keep my true self a secret if it meant keeping it from her forever. If she saw me for who I was she would hate me, I could handle anything the hate for everyone else even my so called family but from her, it would break me a thousand times. I needed to get out of that house, away from her scent that was already starting to seep into the stones of the place, making it feel less like a building and more like a… home. I couldn’t afford that thought, her scent made me want to do things to her that I could only imagine... For now. The way she bit her lip, when she wants to ask a question or the way she sat on the kitchen counter top swinging her legs was so fucking adorable. I always arra
Addison I watched his face, waiting for an explanation. The smooth, unscathed skin of his hand seemed to taunt me.A flicker of something—shock?—passed through his green eyes, gone so fast I might have imagined it. He didn’t even look at his hand.“It was a scratch, Addison,” he said, his voice flat, like he was correcting a simple mistake. “A little one. You were probably… stressed. Seeing things that weren’t there because of your phobia.” He gestured to my plate with his fork. “Now, eat your food. No more questions.”He picked up his own fork and began to eat, the conversation clearly over.I looked down at the beautiful food, my appetite suddenly gone. A little scratch? I had felt my nails bite in. I had seen the blood, tiny red beads against his skin. My phobia made me panic, it didn’t make me hallucinate. I was sure of what I’d seen.But the proof of what I clearly saw was gone. And he was dismissing it so completely that it made me doubt myself. Maybe the terror had been so ov
ADDISON The estate wasn't just a series of buildings . It was like a kingdom, a kingdom where no one else loved but him. It had a lot of space but no one stay there except him and he comes there only when he attends meetings in Greece. The car had been on the road for what felt like forever, through groves of olive trees, before the main building came into view. It was all grey stone and ancient type wood, traveling along the cliff edge with views of a sea so blue and bright it hurt to look at. It was magnificent, and it made the luxurious Castino building look like a toy. It was so epic! Like from fantasy movies. "Axel, this is... unbelievable," I breathed as we stepped into a cool, marble-floored entrance hall. "Why do you stay in the building when you have this?"He paused, and briefly turned to look at me. "You'll know soon," he said, his voice quiet.Then he walked off, showing me to a guest suite that was bigger than my whole apartment, leaving me with more questions than bef







