LOGINArlo was a man with so much intensity, so much presence, that every time he came into my view, I would feel heat pooling around my stomach that it was impossible to ignore.So yes, I do want to kiss him, and yes, I am unashamed for feeling this way when he’s a man so perfect as if the gods themselves carved him out of marble.However, what I didn’t know was that the moment I would say ‘yes’ to his question, he would suddenly lift me off the floor as if I weighed nothing, gripping both my thighs and pushing me against the bookshelf.“Arlo—” He closed the distance between us before I could utter another word, sealing his lips against mine, and I opened myself to him immediately.My fingers raked the back of his head, clinging to his dark hair. I could feel liquid heat pooling in my core. Aside from that, I could feel him pressing against me, hard and aroused.Damn. I forgot how much of a wild animal he is when it comes to intimacy.How long ago was the last time we did something like th
~ARLO FRANTZ~If I needed to wait, then I would.What is three years to a man who has set his eyes upon a woman who captivated his interest?I remember the scent of the grass as I told Kerri that memory of mine. The laughter that filled my head, the moonlight from above, the villa… all of which were replaced by tall wooden shelves and the faint smell of old books.I’m back in the library.Across from me sat the girl whom I craved for years, the girl who punched me in the face and forced me to chase her around. The girl who pulled me out of that dark place I thought would be inescapable.The only difference now is, she’s not fifteen anymore. And with age, she also lost that fiery spark I yearned for all thanks to her trashy ex-husband who dimmed her light.But no matter what, I’ll make sure to set her ablaze once more.And looking at her now, maybe she’s slowly coming back to me. Kerri listened intently to my story with her arms crossed over her chest, clearly drowning in confusion b
Arlo didn’t expect that what Kerri meant in repaying him was by doing… ‘Unusual’ things.And by unusual, it meant the things he never expected he would do in his life of luxury, such as eating stale bread with a local peanut butter spread.“I eat this all the time, and it helps when I’m feeling sad.” Kerri’s voice made Arlo’s scowl drop, his gaze instinctively moved and landed on her face. The corner of her eyes were crinkling from smiling too much. Her cheeks moved with each bite she made from her sandwich, and when she noticed that Arlo was not eating, she faced him.“You don’t want it?” she asked, blinking, anticipating.Arlo was still in a daze and absentmindedly stared down at the bread in front of him, carefully placed on a porcelain plate.If he eats this god awful bread, will he become like her? That no matter what life throws at her direction, she’ll face it with a smile?‘I don’t want to be sad anymore, it weakens me.’ Arlo thought as he stretched his hand towards the plat
It had only been just a day after I punched that crying prince in the face and guilt had finally made its way to my heart.Maybe I had been too harsh on him.But another part of me wanted to just move on, since I won’t be going back to that mountain any time soon now that I know someone is there.Especially when it’s a rude guy like him. I’d rather spend my summer downtown than see his face.“Mom? Dad?” I stepped out of my bedroom after waking up, but the house was empty.I looked at the table to see a single dollar on top of it. No note, nothing. Though I already knew what it meant. I have to go out and buy food for myself.The local grocery store was slightly crowded when I got there, the grumpy old cashier behind the counter, three mothers gathered in one aisle, and the resident orange cat by the entrance.I moved to look for the cheapest bread, and that is when I heard it.“The Frantz boy is back,”“The one from the villa on the mountain?”“Why was he alone?”“Gosh, do you not kno
Arlo was determined.Every morning, he sits by the porch. It overlooked the entire field that gently sloped down until it's bordered by a dark forest.From his spot, he could see everything. It’s what Arlo always wanted, to stand above everything, a place where no one could touch him. A place where he could hover his hand over the heads of the people, and pretend that he was controlling them with a thread attached to his fingertips.He sat there with an untouched coffee he brewed himself because of the absence of staff members in the villa.With his elbows pressed against the chair’s armrest, he observed, he waited.This has become his routine.Not because he liked the lush scenery, but because of her.Kerri.Every day, without fail, she appears.Her striking blonde hair glowing as the sunlight bounced off her, running along the edge of the property. Every day, she returns. Arlo wanted to assess her. To know and strategize what to do to make her submit. But her behavior was unexpec
~Arlo Frantz~I sat by the villa’s porch, waiting.I repeatedly tell myself that I hate unfinished things as I scan the field for that familiar blonde girl. That no one hurts the ‘Frantz’ without facing the consequences.So no, I am not looking for her because I want to see her again. I am reclaiming something.That girl will pay for what she did to my face.“Ugh.” a groan escaped my lips as I readjusted the ice pack on my cheeks.Throughout the nineteen years of my life, women around me knew how to behave themselves. They lower their voices when speaking to me, bow their heads, avoid meeting my gaze, they smile too carefully because I am one who deserves respect.But that girl did not give me respect.She gave me a bruise.The memory from yesterday irritated me. Like an idiot, crying with my back pressed against the ground. I should have been embarrassed about that moment, but instead, my mind keeps going back to the way that girl looked at me upside down, like I was more than the gr
Our first public appearance was two days after the wedding.A charity gala.Everything evolving around Arlo seems to be always moving so fast that I had to note down the timeline for my own understanding.I met him five days ago, married him two days ago, and now I’m being dressed from head to toe
Arlo led me through a hall lined with glittering crystals, momentarily leaving Liam’s sight, which gave me room to breathe and recompose myself.But I have other things to worry about than my ex-husband.My anxiety rose as we neared the end of the hallway where I could hear voices – they were repor
The car door slid shut with a loud thud that felt like it sealed me away from the chaos outside. The voices of reporters outside were muffled, camera lights still flashing through the tinted glass.The reception ended in a blur of fizzling champagne, and polite smiles. I barely tasted the food nor
“So, you love me, huh?”Half-teasing and fully annoying, Arlo hovered around me as I made my way across the corridor after running out of the room.His heavy aura felt like every corner we turned to was submerged with darkness and I could see from the corner of my eyes that the maids were deliberat







