로그인Adrian’s POV“Trust you?” She scoffed, then let out a dark chuckle. “‘Trust’ and ‘you’ do not belong in the same sentence, Adrian.”Okay. That was expected but I still needed to explain things. I shuffled a bit closer. “Bria… please. Mi amor, please, can you let me explain?”She crossed her arms. “Please, I’d want nothing more than for you to explain! Explain why I’m seeing my childhood pictures here, kept and locked away like some sort of stalker locker.”“Bri… please.” I tried again. “My love? That’s not…”“Don’t call me that,” she spat, even lower but no less mad. “Don’t even call me that. Don’t call me anything.”She continued, her eyes rimmed red, nose flared like she was about to explode from anger. “You’ve been stalking me? You knew me, since before now, and acted like you were meeting me for the first time?”I shook my head, my arm outstretched to meet hers. She stepped back. “My love, I was not stalking you. I would never do that.”She tilted her head. “Then why do you have
Adrian’s POV Fucking bloody hell! Those were my first thoughts once I caught sight of Brianna sitting slack on the sofa in the corner of the closet. My smile was wiped smooth, immediately dropping into a frown faster than the speed of light. I had searched the whole house for her and only just found her here but one look at the scene and I knew something was super wrong. I caught a glimpse of a rusty blue box. One that was familiar. Too familiar. I remembered what the content of that box was and my breath quickened. She didn’t look up at me even as I announced my presence. Her full attention was with the open box and its content. I moved closer, quiet, measured, around the table like the smallest thing could scare her off. It probably would. “Bri?” I dropped the Herrera bag I’d brought back gently on the closet counter. My gaze stayed on her. Hers stayed with the box, on her shaky hands gripping tightly at a picture. The box was a third party I didn’t welcome. Fuck. It w
Brianna’s POV I needed to keep things interesting. I was prepared physically, the lingerie was a perfect fit. I was also prepared mentally. I wanted nothing more than to feel his warm gaze on my skin.But I needed more to take his breath away. I wanted to do a bit more. It would truly be a shame if he saw me and wasn’t impressed.A small voice nudged at the back of my mind.What if he didn’t even come tonight?All of this would have been a complete waste. But also his loss.I gave myself another once-over. I looked… good. I felt good. Anxious, stiff with anticipation, but still good.The lace clung snugly to my skin, brushing against all the places that tilted me towards the edge. I roamed restlessly, already feeling the warmth building beneath my skin.I needed Adrian badly. I couldn’t wait for his hands and expert fingers to trace heat across my skin.Shaking the thought away didn’t work, so I took a deep, calming breath and put on the outer linen robe that came with the lingerie.
Brianna’s POVAfter three days, I was just about ready to call him to come back home. Home. Yes, because this place was now my home, he was slowly becoming my home and he wasn’t here and I missed him terribly.The rest of the days fell into the same routine. It was boring but I had filled my days and waited like a war soldier's wife. I read a lot of books in the library, ate so much, I almost threw up.Idleness was never a good thing.The countdown had started. Two more days until he got back and I sure as hell could not wait.One evening, I finally had enough. I was too bored and painfully idle. I picked up my phone and just before I hit the dial, his call came in.I picked it immediately, my lips curving into a grin.“Woah, were you waiting on my call?” He said with a chuckle.I rolled my eyes inwardly, embarrassed to have been caught that way. “No, I was just on my phone and you interrupted. I picked up as soon as I saw it.“Okay, mi amor. If you say so.” He mused. I scrunched
Brianna’s POV Adrian had been gone on his trip for barely a day now, and I was already starting to have withdrawals. The house felt cold without him in it. It was quiet, save for the staff who moved silently around the house, tidying up and cooking. Everything suddenly lost its appeal. I couldn’t find anything to watch on the television. No one to talk to, no one to tease me or follow me around. I had led a very quiet life once before. I never had friends, but I filled my days, made do with myself and my thoughts. This was the life I expected coming here at first but this was not the life Adrian had introduced me to so the mundanity of it all bothered me. After experiencing the world of Adrian, I found myself missing the bickering, the noise, the way he stuck to my hip with his needy eyes. “Ahhh.” I sighed, slumping into the corner sofa in the library. The book I’d picked up to read was still in the prologue, and I couldn’t get past it even after an hour of staring at the page
Ariana’s POVThe muted voice of the pilot bounced off the sides of my ears as I peered down through the window of my seat.I was discharged after two days, assigned proper monitoring. My mother came along, making sure everything was checked out before my discharge.Father could not fly over due to work so here I was in our private plane, heading back home from the city I’d once built my life and hopes in.The place I had dreamed of building my own family, with Matt.The thought of him left a bitter taste in my mouth. All I could think of was how to ruin him, how to destroy him as brutally as he did me.Hence, why my mind drifted to the pair of green grey eyes and his absurd proposal. One that weighed heavily in my mind as time passed. I knew the answer was to say no. That should be the right answer, the only answer, the logical one.It would be extremely foolish of me to put my trust in another Lockwood brother but nothing about him reminded me of his dumb brother. His eyes, althoug
I froze the moment he stepped closer. Mi amor? Mi amor?Was I in the wrong house? Why is he looking at me like a dog looks at a chew toy? Is this Adrian or his alter ego.My face must depict the look of utter confusion and shock. I could be a mood chart.My body refused to move, as if the air arou
I stare dumbfounded around me. Unable to process what was happening. There were about 10 people out to welcome me, their faces etched with a permanent genuine smile.It was almost like I’d been expected.My heart lurched in my chest. I wasn’t used to this kind of greeting. I didn’t even know what to
The following day, a car arrived at the Stewart mansion. A white Escalade as I peeped from the attic windows of my room.I didn’t get a wink of sleep the whole night. My eyelids burned at the lack of moisture but I didn’t even care.“They’re here for me.” I whisper to myself. Okay, this was really
After the announcement of my shotgun marriage in place of Emily. Dinner ended almost immediately, with everyone dispersing to their respective wings. That was the way things had always been in this cold house, there was no warmth. There was no laughter at dinner tables, no conversations about how







