Rachel's POV Following the uneventful encounter with Douglas and his family, things had surprisingly started to simmer down. Easier than I had expected, both Alan and I had managed to fall into a quiet routine. After the initial shock had subsided, I’d begun to grasp the situation. Since I was no foreigner to acceptance, I had little difficulty in moving on from it. It didn’t mean that I no longer felt threatened to stay alone anywhere, but that notion wasn’t damaging my regular life as much as I’d expected it to. Alan was pleasantly taken aback with this, he had said earlier, as he had expected me to live in that trauma for at least a few weeks. Our conversations were always limited, but one particular evening, he made time to check up on how I was doing, and that was when he affirmed this. Like myself, Alan was a busy man. As expected of him considering his profession, he had barely any time for endeavours that people tend to do in their free time. Like a young trainee at the hos
Rachel's POVSince I wasn’t someone who let their past interfere with their present, I was quick to get back into my full spirits at work. Moreover, I had grown numb to fall outs like this since I had grown up witnessing plenty of them at my house.Emilia was a complete sweetheart when it came to restoring my spirits. She had a keen eye to notice my foul mood and she acknowledged that I needed cheering up without verbally stating it. Perhaps it was a connection we had developed over the years where we didn’t need to have a conversation to let eachother know what was happening inside our minds, and I was rather glad about it.Toward the end of the day, I was positive that it was the most exhausting working day of my life - physically and emotionally.Dealing with complex cases and performing risky procedures was one thing - handling my emotions without letting them affect the workflow was another.“So, this is how it’s going to be now? You get married and stop sharing stuff with me?” S
At first, I didn't understand what he was on about, but soon enough, I realized that he was answering my prior question. Understanding, I nodded, urging him to continue.“Men in his circle aim just for two things - money and power. Most of them originally come from a poor lifestyle and traumatized past, which, in my opinion, drives them to things that acquire them control of their life. In the process, they stop caring about what is just or not, and what is right or wrong.”“How do they get to roam around in public when you know they’re criminals?”“It’s not that simple - sure, we can arrest them or kill them, but that’s just a temporary fix. In my opinion, it’s not even a fix. If anything - it’ll eventually create more pressing issues. You see, it’s not just one person - it’s his entire empire that we need to kill.”“Won’t arresting him destroy his entire base?”“Not necessarily. In a mob, there are too many people involved. Let’s take the case of Douglas. If we kill him, his men wil
Rachel's POVI kissed a fair share of men in my life and few of them have proven that they were rather excellent at their skill, but never was I kissed so ardently until this moment. Mere movements of his lips against mine have sent my heart into such a racing pace that I feared it would implode within my chest.It felt like he was made for me as no pair of lips have fit into mine as perfectly as his did. As his lips moved expertly against mine, his hands sought the chance to explore my body, seeming to have known my anatomy at the back of his mind. He had an undeniable knack of turning my entire body into molten lava as I fought with all might not to melt within his arms.As I immersed myself into the blissful movement of his lips against mine, he slowly pushed me backwards by my hips and soon my legs met with the couch in the living room. Falling on my back, I pulled him by his collar along with me to hover over my body, reluctant to let go of his lips.When a groan left his mouth,
Rachel's POV“You sneaked out on him?” Emilia’s voice alarmed the crowd around us, drawing out a groan from me.Before giving a reassuring smile to a few of the ones around me, I turned my focus toward her and fixed her with a glare, “Lower your volume!”Looking around to notice that she indeed gathered some attention, she moved forward to grab some fries as I trailed behind her. “Sorry, but did you really sneak out of your own bedroom after spending the night in his arms?”Wearing a guilty expression, I groaned behind her, “I did. I didn’t know what else to do.”When I had woken up earlier this morning, I was almost startled to find an arm draped over my chest. Images from last night came crashing back soon enough, making me aware of what a fool I made out of myself. Thoroughly mortified, I escaped his embrace slowly and rushed out.When I finished getting ready, I noticed that he was still asleep. That relieved me, as I had no clue what I was supposed to do if he had woken up. On my
Alan's POV My self-control was never put to such a test before. Seeing her within my reach, so close, and knowing that if I wanted, I could have her any way I pleased, and yet to have resisted her for the right reasons was probably one of the toughest things I’d endured.When I eventually pulled away from the best kiss I had had in my life, I couldn’t help but groan at the sight of her.She was indeed a beauty. If that mere sight could torment me so much, I could only imagine what seeing her completely bare could do to me. Would I even survive it, I wondered.There was no doubt that she was the most desirable woman I had ever seen, and how I managed to overlook her beauty all this while was beyond me. I was bloody blessed to have her as a wife if we talked about her physique.Curvaceous in her figure, her skin was velvety as I ran my hands down on it - not a flaw could come to my notice at that point. When she essentially insisted on having her, I knew better than to give in to my ur
Alan's POVWhen I did wake up the next day, the unfamiliar feel of the mattress drew my focus toward it. Upon the realisation, I groaned in disappointment that I had woken up alone. Since I’d found the entire apartment empty, I was sure that she left for work.I was rather gutted. After last night, I was looking forward to talking with her. I wanted to know what her thoughts were, now that she was sober.Did she regret kissing me?I didn’t, for sure. And given the chance, I would do it again. I was not afraid of admitting my feelings. Initially, I dreaded it, and I didn’t exactly want it to happen - but I grew fond of her anyway. I was definitely into her.Last night made my feelings for her abundantly clear. Maybe I was not paying them a lot of thought earlier, given the clusterfuck, we were thrown into right from the moment we entered each other’s lives, but since we did end up finding time for each other, I realised that she was indeed my type.But there was still a lot that I need
It was exactly eight o’clock when I heard the front door open. I watched her drop her purse onto the couch beside the door and wondered why she was staring at it for long. When I realised that it was the same couch that we made out on last night, I couldn’t help but smirk at her flushed face.Noticing my gaze on her, she instantly looked up and locked her eyes with mine.“Hey,” I said and nodded at her.Gulping, she opened her mouth but seemed to have been at a loss of words.I couldn’t help but feel amused at her, she was clearly as affected by it as I was, if not more. To help her out of her agony, I continued.“I made dinner, hope you haven’t eaten already.”“Um, I didn’t. I’m starving, in fact.” She said.“Good, I’ll fix the table while you get changed,” I suggested.She nodded at me in relief and escaped into her room.Sighing, I realised that if her guard was going to be up like this for the entire evening, it would be very difficult for me to strike a conversation. Well, she wa