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The man across my desk called himself Callahan. I had my doubts about the name though, he looked too raunchy and awfully stiff to bear the name. And his glasses were odd, a half thought given to a costume hoping it would mask his real character.Callahan definitely isn't the name on his birth certificate and neither was he a real blonde. The wig was ill fitting, if not for how irritated I'd been feeling since the incident with my wife and what ensued after, Harper, I would hTheoThe man across my desk called himself Callahan. I had my doubts about the name though, he looked too raunchy and awfully stiff to bear the name. And his glasses were odd, a half thought given to a costume hoping it would mask his real character.Callahan definitely isn't the name on his birth certificate and neither was he a real blonde. The wig was ill fitting, if not for how irritated I'd been feeling since the incident with my wife and what ensued after, Harper, I would have cackled.I settled for a small repressed smile.In the field of work I do, Callahan was popular for scouting and looting cleanly. I'd done my own due diligence of knowing who approached me before they did.Word came to me that he was scouting for channels to loot and hide one of the most exquisite pieces from old Italia. I'd expected him to come sooner since the news of the loot had gone public but I was disappointed. I should've known better though, beca
Harper My heart visibly hurt, it cracked open the more I stood there with her, on opposite sides. She'd blatantly thrusted her hand into my chest, ripped out my heart and stomped on it and I couldn't even hate her for it because I brought it upon myself. I couldn't fault her for it. I was the fool who'd known that for years and kept functioning anyway, the way you learn to walk on a leg that never healed right. It was my own cowardice, the very thing that always set me apart from Theo, the exact flaw of mine that'd been responsible for Theo being the primary heir. My cowardice. Even if father brought me back to the company, it was obvious that he still believed in Theo’s capabilities. He was a go-getter, a scheming one and that was how he got Mirabella. My knuckles were stark white against my steering wheel as I drove. Mom had texted me to come pick her up from her lunch club with some women neither I nor she considered her friends and it was the perfect escape route. So I tr
Mirabella Humid air hit me as soon as I stepped out to the garden. Harper had just gone ahead, no word to me, he didn't even check if I followed behind him or not and just kept shaking his head as he walked ahead .Of course it was expected, why would I expect him to do any of that after what he may have witnessed in his brother's office. Even I was completely appalled that I had so shamelessly made those sounds pressed against Theodore.My body still brimmed from the heated tension. I pressed palms against my cheeks, hoping that maybe it would suck up all its redness.I had snuck in a quick glance at myself on the glass door before swinging it open, catching a glimpse of how I looked. My hair, roughened from Theo's hands, my lips, red and swollen. I adjusted my shirt again even though Theo had done so earlier.My thoughts kept snagging on Theo's lips, the pressure of his lips on mine, the way he touched me and gave my entire b
TheoBella spun around, my hand still firm on her waist. Her eyes drenched heavily in need, her chest rose and fell leading my eyes to her chest, her boobs puckered tightly against the soft silk of her top.She watched me watch the pebbles against her top like someone starved of water then swallowed. “Ciel.” It was soft and the breathlessness of it pulsed right through me. My thumb caressed her plump lips. “Mon Dieu... tu me rends fou.” My God... you drive me crazy.My hand moved with dexterity as I undid the knot slowly, one hand flat against her bare back to steady her while the fabric loosened, all the while our eyes were locked. The top pooled around her waist, her boobs hung free of the fabric and whatever was left of my restraint simply gave out entirely. I kissed her soft first, betraying my need to claim every inch of her. It was so achingly, deliberately soft before it turned rough, hungry, my hand sliding into her hair to angl
Theodore.I heard her before I saw her, she had a habit of greeting loudly, it wasn't a bad one, it brightened up people's days like it did mine even though it wasn't directed at me.The outer door clicked open and closed again, then her voice pitched at a higher register she used when she'd already decided to be annoyed with me before she even walked in."He's outside right now," she said, tossing her coat on the couch before dropping into the chair across from my desk without waiting to be asked. She didn't need to. She was my wife and I only got to see these moments on rare occasions.We'd scheduled to meet at my office to go over some questions Reyes people could ask.I loved when she did that, when she owned a space, and took up my space . My assistant didn't even need to announce it , she was my wife and it got a rise from me when she owned it."Sitting in the car like a bodyguard from a bad action movie. I went t
Harper There's a particular kind of ruin that doesn't show on the outside. It implodes and ruins you completely while you grapple with your self reservation and the wreckage in your heart. I was consumed, haunted by my own reservations rather than being like my brother who was always upfront with what he wanted. I second guessed myself every single time I could have had it with Bella. My ruining had started somewhere around the second year of college. I'd painfully watched her perform for Theodore, sweep hair behind her ear, even feign ignorance but Theo had been oblivious, stupid in other words. My brother did not notice her then. Imagine how it tormented me that he'd suddenly grown feelings so intense that he married the woman I loved carefully from afar.My heart was petrifying, scalding away, the way rot finishes a beam long before the roof actually falls.I stood in the Weston gallery a good ten minutes before Zoya arriv
Mirabella I needed air but even though I was breathing it wasn't enough. My throat had stretched so thin that air just couldn't pass through. The air pricked my throat, it couldn't pass through and the ones that did constricted my chest.The ache was dull at first but the pain began to pull, to te
I got down first and fastened my suit jacket. The entirety of this wedding would be a success only if I got the expression I wanted from my wife.My wife.I was watching her from the moment she stepped out of the car, she was distracted from the view, adjusting her train and eventually pulling off
Theo Father’s glass didn't quite make it to his lips, his eyes traced my gaze to where Harper stood with my wife. Her arms are folded in front of her. “You'll bore a hole.” I glared at my father. “I'll burn down everything if need be.” He cleared his throat. “You better keep that jealousy of yo
TheoI must have lost my mind to have let her out of my sight after almost losing control with her in that dressing room.Couples usually stuck together during their wedding reception but she fluttered like the most vibrant butterfly in the room. I loved to see her in her element, though she barely