I pushed him against the wall as he pulled his hands around me, bringing me to himself. He was at his most vulnerable, like a child dressed in a Halloween costume, begging for candy. We had both excused ourselves from the golf field and in a matter of seconds, found ourselves at the golf club office of directorate. I looked into his eyes and saw nothing but complete desire and hunger, he was a complete animal at that point, and his gentle grip around my waist even in such an intense moment made it clear to me that behind that hunger and desire in his eyes, that there was also fear, and that fear was what I was going to relish on. I kissed him, taking the lead and playing the dominant one, and his masculinity fully succumbed to my femininity. He tried to pull me into himself but I remained rigid, granting him only the pleasure of having my lips on his, and only when I felt that I had starved him enough did I pull my body towards his, my breasts against his chest. I pul
Dominic helped me to my feet, saying “ sorry, I'm so sorry”. “ No problem, it was just an accident”, I said, pretending to brush it off. “ I would never have been able to forgive myself if anything had happened to you”, he pestered, making me feel kind of sick in the stomach. “ I've told you, it's nothing to worry about”, I said as his friends or colleagues or whoever the bunch of almost fat men were walked over to where we were. “ Woah, mate, you almost killed a princess thinking it was a deer”, one of the men, Mr Churchill, the CEO of Norlin ventures said, his eyes lingering on my body. “ And a beautiful princess at that”, that was Mr Hazel, the CEO of I.C cooperations. “ My dear, tell us, are you harmed in anyway?”, Mr Hunter, the CEO of T.K group said, coming a little bit closer and placing his hand on my shoulder, “ did he do more than make you fall to the ground?” “ And what if he did?” I asked, teasing them with a gentle smile. “ Then we will burn him at the
“ Look, another headline”, Peter said, coming forward to show me the screen of his phone. “ BURIED IN CAKE; REST IN PEACE, PRINCESS SAMSONG”, the headline read, with a picture of Anne and Dominic covered in cake. “ The news is all over the internet. Take a look at another one”, he clicked on another website. “ BILLIONAIRE WEDDING ENDS IN RUINS”, the headline read. He clicked on another one, “ HUNDRED MILLION DOLLAR CAKE SENDS BUYER TO AN EARLY GRAVE”, he clicked on another one again, “ HUNDRED MILLION DOLLARS WASTED IN SECONDS”. “ And have you seen the comment section?” Peter asked, his face glistening, “ people are practically roasting them for spending such amount of money on just a cake. Like, they've totally fallen out with the public”. I gave him a little smile to show that I was at least listening to what he was saying. He was evidently having fun with everything that was happening. It was also fun for me, but not that much fun, not when I still had so much to do.
Angel's POV “ What do you think you are doing?”, Anne asked as her eyes flared up in flames, and it all became hilarious when she turned to face the person who was obstructing her, only to find out that it was Dominic. Nothing has ever felt so much better. “ Don't”, Dominic said, his voice hushed, his grip tightening around her hand. “ What do you mean don't?!” She screamed, trying to free herself from his grip as the crowd gasped in surprise, the intelligent ones among them immediately bringing out their phones to make a video of what was happening. The headlines tomorrow will surely be spectacular, “ Billionaire Couple Fights At Their Wedding”. “ Don't. Keep it down”, Dominic said, still maintaining his hushed voice. At least he wasn't like Anne who's voice could readily be heard across the event hall and beyond without the help of a microphone. “ People are staring”, he continued, “ and trust me, that is not what you want, so don't make a scene here”. She obvi
Peter's POV The past three years had been hectic. Even more hectic than my medical school years. I had taken a sabbatical leave from work for six months, just so that I could stay with Angel in South Korea as she healed from her scars, and even after those six months, I was occasionally visiting and checking up on her. She was indeed a strong one. Many complications came up during each of her procedure, and for months she had to endure series of pain and cuts through her skin. Any ordinary person would've given up. Any ordinary person would've said “ to hell with being beautiful again”, but she didn't. Even though it was hard and painful, she endured, and I could see it in her eyes that she was enduring for a reason, and that reason had become her mission, her main purpose of staying alive. After I dropped her off at the hotel, I rushed back to the hospital. I had just finished a Brazilian Butt Lift for one of my patients before I dashed out to go get Angel from the ai
“ Thank you very much”, Dominic said, squeezing my hand more than necessary, “ it's a pleasure to meet you. Do I know you from somewhere?” His teeth were all exposed in a geeky smile. “ Probably, we could've met in our past lives”, I said, smiling a bit. “ Oh”, he exclaimed, laughing so hard as if what he heard was the greatest joke ever told, “ well, that would be possible, I tell you”, he said, taking his gaze away from my boobs and now focusing on my eyes. “ Hope you're having a great time?” He asked, still holding on to my hand. “ Not really. I just arrived and I haven't even had a drink yet”, I said, pouting a little bit. “ Oh gosh. Forgive me for employing such nonchalant serving service”, he said, turning his head around. He looked around, in a kind of angry manner, and when he spotted one if the servers carrying a tray with glasses of champagne, he called out to him furiously. “ Hey! Come here this instant”, he said. The server came forward, “ why have you not at