“What is wrong with you ?“ I ask, plummeting to the ground, alongside him.
His body towers over mine, heavily pulling me to the ground, as my knees bend over. A fright clings onto my entire being. Trembling my senses fail, as I keep recalling, screaming his name over and over, without any words returning.Pushing Thane's body off my shoulders, I see a smirk written over his face, as it comes to view.“Don't panic like a baby” he says, wearing a weak smile “I think I only ate something I'm quite allergic to” his voice chips in.A breath of relief falls off, as my sunk in heart lifts. It doesn't seem that volatile, and somehow, that calms my nerves.“Can you help me out ?“ Thane calls.“Yes, what is it ?“ I ask speedily, accepting without a vet of what he is to require.“I've taken my medications” he states “but now I need a clean up, and a rest, but I can't do either” he speaks scarcely, his voice breaking out in low muff“What is wrong with you ?“ I ask, plummeting to the ground, alongside him.His body towers over mine, heavily pulling me to the ground, as my knees bend over. A fright clings onto my entire being. Trembling my senses fail, as I keep recalling, screaming his name over and over, without any words returning.Pushing Thane's body off my shoulders, I see a smirk written over his face, as it comes to view.“Don't panic like a baby” he says, wearing a weak smile “I think I only ate something I'm quite allergic to” his voice chips in.A breath of relief falls off, as my sunk in heart lifts. It doesn't seem that volatile, and somehow, that calms my nerves.“Can you help me out ?“ Thane calls.“Yes, what is it ?“ I ask speedily, accepting without a vet of what he is to require.“I've taken my medications” he states “but now I need a clean up, and a rest, but I can't do either” he speaks scarcely, his voice breaking out in low muff
Rolling through the tad road, the silence socks in. The night sky fades, as the sound of cocktail crows shift through the wind. The moon is at its disperse, with the stars diving softly.“It's almost morning” I heave, walking through his tight lips.I feel his gaze shift for a moment towards me. The hotness on my cheeks, proving through my thoughts, before I peek at him. He wears a frown, a furrow lazing through his brows, for the swift moment, when he stares at me, right before he lifts his eyes away.“Got anything to say ?“ I question, trying to start up a conversation, for the millionth time, but then again, it dies down, sinking through the roof.I heave off, feeling a weird sensation fill up my gutt. If he isn't willing to speak a word to me, then why have me tag along his trails ? Hell, I could be half way home already, far from this entrapment. Or I certainly could be sitting in, along with his hired guards, being driven to a hotel room, w
Gazing from afar, his tension cuts through my sight. The line of his lips marked in soft whispers, his mouth breaking a bit of words while chatting between their stands. I watch the smile draw, his little laughter, falling to the ground, while he stairs slowly, the glass within his grip.“In need of anything sir” A voice cuts me out, shifting my gaze.My lips pill, while my eyes shut, taking my attention off him. I must have stared so much, losing my mind to his trails, that I barely could feel someone standing close by.“Any protein you have, and small chops will do” I reply, as breath sips through my teeth.My fingers slip through my head. Feeling the lines on them. A heave rushes through my throat while I gaze upon the tablecloth.This man has me caught against my throat. His whispers still linger, riding through the tides of my mind. His lips reminisce through me, every bit of my skin, recalling its touch above. I can still feel the patterns of his body. The lines of his muscles d
I thought I could change my mind, I was sure I'd be out of here, but certainly, some things tend to shift the heart.“His wife” that voice comes, crazily shrinking my brain, as my restraint threatens to snap off.“I've told you, it's nothing as such” I repeat, sounding it over a hundred times, but she wouldn't listen.Her chortle sends a wave of resentment down my spine, her breath of willful mockery, shutting my mind with rage.I had told him this would certainly happen, and now it is. Not an hour without being reminded I was on a bride role for some minutes, in our bosses arms.“I like you, but I certainly hate you at this moment” I say that, feeling my heart hurt from the blatant accusations.Amara chuckles, her slight laughter ripping through the ceiling, as she gloats over my misery.“I can be your guest for now. I accept the hatred, it's no big deal” she replies, shaking my core from within.From someone appraised with the title of his best employee to being called his wife, my
Thane’s voice comes rumbling through the cracks of my door. Banging hard against its frame, I feel my heart sink, my chest thudding through the nightmare before me.“He certainly has no clue” I try comforting, but that falls through.My wobbling legs refuse, sinking back towards the wall. I can barely think of anything else than utter darkness. Secrets aren't meant to be shared, and I think I gripped hard on him.“Kelvin” Thane rants, forcing my feet to be still.Certainly what could go wrong ? He might be on a rampage for something different, but here I am, draining myself with thoughts of his own heart.“I'm coming” I softly let out, stumbling over the first word, as my lips quack a bit.The earth goes still. With Thane's words ending, his picking furry ends, as those words come off my tongue.Sucking my breath in, my hands slip off my chest, laying over my side. Curving my fingers in, my legs drag along the frosty wind, st
The morning rays glitter over the rising sky, and all I have on my skin are burning sensations, gliding over my skull, with a heart which reeks of pain.I look up, letting off a deep breath, with his chandelier staring right at me. The space towards my side is quite broad, his absence, screaming through the loss of his scent over the scenery.I must have blacked out again, which means I had caused him a great deal of stress. Thinking of it, weakens my bones, it creates thar reluctance, which binds me from leaving his bed.But the squirming of his door breaks my senses loose as I shut my sight, tightening my grip, while controlling the roll of my breath.I hear his foot prints match. He pauses, halting right beside me for a minute, with his eyes heavily being felt, screening through me. I try not to panic, laying firmly, with a dead on mild countenance, but I think my act isn't that convincing.“Aren't you tired of resting ?“ He asks, with wind