SAVANNAH“This is still unbelievable and unrealistic,” I said. I’d learned my lesson from my failed marriage. It wasn’t a game or something you’d just throw away when you grew tired. At least on my part.“You married for love, but where did it take you? Feelings fade, Savi. When it does, every foundation you build will be broken. Love is overrated if you ask me. I’m sure you understand that.”“Have you considered what your family would say if they found out you’re dating some random woman?” I argued because he couldn’t see my point.He was Rafael Sebastian. A billionaire bachelor, soon to be king of an empire and head of a family with an absolute but ludicrous tradition.I was just Savannah Gibson, an ordinary woman in New York dreaming of having children and living a contented life with my family. Was that so hard to find? If Edward couldn’t give that to me, someone out there might… someone less complicated and willing to commit.“I chose you because you’re different from anyone I’ve
SAVANNAHThe kiss started light, learning the taste, the wet and warm feeling, and how far the sweet impulse could go. Rafael’s hand curved across my cheek and leisurely passed my jaw before moving to the back of my neck. As his mouth worshiped mine, he started stroking my back, my waist, squeezing gently, persuading me to relax. Our mouths gilded together, calculating and smoothing. After a moment, his tongue slowly emerged, enticing me to respond. His mint breath and the taste of champagne embraced my senses. He consumed me. I couldn’t decide whether I’d let him in or mirror his movements. He sucked my tongue into him, sliding and circling. I opened up, breathing in between our mouths and releasing the rigidness in my chest. A tight ball of desire rolled around in my stomach. Rafael nipped my lips between his mouths, pulling and teasing. As I relaxed beneath his care, he grew bolder. His tongue rolled over my bottom lip, and leisurely our tongues
RAFAELThe atmosphere in my penthouse had never felt more defeating—not when I’d already longed to hear Savannah talk that I wouldn’t mind if she did all night. She was soft-spoken and curious. Any woman I knew would jump immediately at the opportunity, but Savannah wouldn’t. She wasn’t that type, which I find more challenging.I had two other candidates on my list.Jessica, the daughter of the former Governor Grand, with whom I had a one-night stand. I met Jessica on occasion because of our common friends. She was practical and single, and her parents owned a recording label in Los Angeles. Jessica was submissive. She even offered me to engage in a dominant-submissive lifestyle once (which wasn’t my thing), so I knew she wouldn’t mind acting on my terms—the same terms I disclosed to Savannah.And then there was Georgia King. A failed businesswoman in the trade industry. She was easy-going, discreet, and tactical, but broke because her dead husband mismanaged her business. She still h
SAVANNAHEdward came out moments after I cleaned up. He carried a horrible stench that blew from the bathroom as he staggered out. He was wearing nothing but my baby pink underwear that didn’t help cover his cock.“You reek of alcohol!” I threw an oversized shirt and pants at him. “Wear that! You’re disgusting.”He caught them and put them on. They could keep them, throw them, or burn them; I didn’t care.I’d been in a situation like this when he came home drunk once. He wasn’t used to drinking much, but that night had been rough. He had a fight with Brett for defending me from an accidental mistake at work. It was an overlap between my duties with Brett and Amara.And just like tonight, our bedroom was turned upside down, and his puke was all over the bathroom floor. I wasn’t sure what his problem was now, when I should’ve been the one acting this way.“Why are you doing this to me? Why are you even here?”“My head is breaking, Savi. Can we talk about this tomorrow and just sleep qui
SAVANNAH The next morning, Edward was still at home—awake and preparing breakfast with my brother. I’d seen this scene before. It was when our lives seemed perfect. Well, not anymore. I didn’t know what Edward said to Michael and why my brother let him in last night, but I knew it wasn’t good. “Savi, take a seat,” Michael instructed. I didn’t have the strength to argue with Edward this morning, so I obliged. My stupid husband put a cup of coffee in front of me. I sighed. It was such a waste to throw a good coffee in the morning, so I accepted it. I sipped a taste. “Won’t you be late for work?” Michael asked me as he pulled a chair and sat. “No, my time is, uh, flexible.” “Of course it is,” Edward commented. He stuck a piece of bacon in his mouth. I shot him a glare. “Don’t start with me, Ed. Just because Michael let you in doesn’t mean we’re still family.” “I let him in because he was shouting outside. I don’t want to disturb the neighbors. What is it anyway, Sav?” Michael aske
SAVANNAH My day was busy walking here and there, meeting the designers, organizing advertising deliverables, and catching schedules. The work wasn’t so different from my job at New Star Media, but I was in a more flexible environment where everyone was a team player. In my preoccupied mind, I thought about Rafael, wondering about his plan for us and what Michael had told me this morning. But it was more on Rafael and our intimate moment in his office last night. We were both out of control as we kissed hard and fast as if we were in a race. I was hyper-aware of my environment, the building, the air, knowing he was only one floor above our department. Did he think about me as much as I’d thought about him? I inhaled sharply as I tried to shove off the images of his beautiful face and seductive voice in my head. I was about to enter his brother’s office. I knocked on the door and heard Carter’s ‘come in.’ As I headed in, I heard the whispers of Carter to the person he was talking to
SAVANNAH“You actually came!” Riley squeezed me in her arms as soon as I showed up in front of her restaurant. She still had the black apron wrapped around her waist. I hugged her back, still wondering how chefs prevented themselves from smelling like the food they were cooking daily. She still smelled of her shampoo.Riley was the head chef of her own restaurant because she loved being hands-on. The Allen House was a two-story contemporary casual dining restaurant with a laid-back atmosphere yet offering extensive menus. They also served alcohol, entrées, and appetizers.Riley and Wes’ family were well-off. They could afford to give her this restaurant as a gift after graduating from college with honors. It was thanks to her that I got to eat first-rate meals.“You practically forced me to come,” I kidded.“Sorry.” She laughed but then shifted her attention to my date entering the door. “Hello, Rafael. We met once but haven’t properly introduced ourselves.” Riley reached out a hand t
SAVANNAHI paused at the entrance to the Blue Stone high-rise on Fifth Avenue and gazed at the building. I felt my stomach turn and twist into a million knots. I was excited, of course, but nervous as well. I had not been to any man’s place aside from Edward’s.The doorman greeted Rafael, opening the door for us. Inside, another man sat at the security desk that didn’t mind us when we walked to the elevators.Inside the elevator car, I couldn’t say anything. This was real. A huge step into entering deeper into Rafael’s private life—another way to know him a little more. They said you’d find a glimpse of one’s personality through his home. I hope that was true.Rafael glided his hand into my fingers, easing me with a smile. “Come closer. I don’t bite.”I nodded, smiling back.The ride to his penthouse was fast. The doors of the elevator opened into a small hallway. We stepped out and headed in the only direction, finding ourselves in a foyer. The air was cool, the silence was deafening