Bruce's POV I couldn't help myself. I felt so jealous it annoyed me as much as I hated to admit it. When she pecked my lips, I found her confidence so hot and it made me need more of her lips the most. There was so much I wanted to do but then she just pretended to me and it made my heart ache.As hard as I tried, I couldn't ignore the sting I felt in me when she said those words. She made me realise that she was not that vulnerable or should I say cheap. And she even had the audacity to push me away.What did she mean when she said she was honest? Honest about what? Her feelings? I had to find out.I felt so nonplussed at her actions and this paved way for regret to seep into me. I also felt like I had ruined everything by pushing away knowing or unknowingly with my behaviour.If it weren't for that, I would have had my way with her without any hindrance, I would have held her hands in mine without a thought, and most of all I would have felt my feelings without remorse. But she c
Goldiva's POV Nope, this was certainly not my first time being in a club. I used to go to clubs a lot with my friends during our high school days and we had a lot of fun but I stayed away from alcohol and even up till date I haven't even taken a sip. Tonight, I had a lot of fun and momentarily forgot about my marriage problems. We ate meals like meat turnovers, caramel flavoured popcorn, and tons of steaks.While my friends consumed margarita, mojito, daiquiri and the like, I ordered different kinds of non alcoholic wines like Ariel Cabernet Sauvignon, Sutter Home Fre Brut, Martinelli's Gold Medal Sparkling Cider and St Regis.Too much? But I didn't care.The club wasn't congested even though many people were here and the music could even be heard before one approached the place. The place was nice and cool due to the air conditioners.Most of our favourite Latino and English songs were played when we were playing snooker and poker."..!Pasito a pasito, suave suavecito, Nos vamos pe
Goldiva's POV I squealed annoyed under my breath as I cut the sausages into pieces. This was because my stomach would automatically churn whenever I remembered last night.I just couldn't get that moment off my mind. And the annoying thing is, I allowed myself to enjoy it. But how could I not kiss him back?The way he kissed me softly and romantically was utterly irresistible and I didn't even realise my lips were moving against his. Even when I did, I could hardly bring myself to stop. That kiss was addictive as fuck and even the way he held me alone..Oh God. I gritted my teeth when I reminisced how his strong hands moved down my body and pressed me close to himself. When I felt his hardness against my abdomen, I felt like fainting but since he had me in place, I didn't. I felt like he was communicating with me through that kiss but a memory of him saying stuff to me snapped me back to reality. I thought about how he would try and get intimate with me and then treat me badly afterw
Bruce's POV.I was so glad I reconciled with her. I was also getting fond of her bravery. I found it so darn hot and sexy.When she asked me to delete Starla's number, I didn't think of the consequences or whatsoever, because I realised that if she, that is Starla, truly loved me, she would fight to get me. That aside too, Starla was an evil manipulative bitch and I was so glad that it was over between us.Because of the flight we took from Seville to Madrid, I rescheduled all events and meetings just to be with my wife and not my laptop, working."Bruce, that's enough, let's go. Th..they're wait..waiting for us." Her strained voice whispered out when she pulled away briefly, sliding her hands onto my biceps."Just a minute, please." I murmured covering my lips with hers again. She moaned inside my mouth and I pressed her closer to my bare chest and groaned when I felt her breast against my chest.I sucked her soft bottom lip and held the back of her head with my hand nibbling her lip
Bruce's POV The corners of my lips lifted a bit when I glanced one more look at her. She flipped a tendril of her black hair behind her ear and I wished I could do it myself but I wasn't quick enough. I've always loved my best friend, Starla. She was the epitome of beauty for me. She was slim with black short hair and average heighted. Her face had tiny freckles which drew me more and more closer to her and I couldn't talk to her without looking into her intoxicating brown eyes. I never knew she felt the same about me until the day I confessed my feelings to her. Things got even better when I proposed to her and she didn't even hesitate before accepting. I didn't care about our age difference with me being three months older than her but all I cared about was the love I had for her. With my gaze on the road, I intertwined our fingers with my right hand while my left was on the steering wheel and I smirked when she blushed. I was taking her to my parents, to introduce her to th
Goldiva's POV Two weeks later..All my life, I wanted happiness. And when I saw a picture of Bruce my mum showed me, I predicted my happiness was assured. He was so handsome. When I saw him in real life, my breath hitched, and my heart jolted in my chest. He was so tall, muscular, and manly. He looked so hot and intimidating.I still replayed the way he spoke in my head. His voice was so deep and sexy and within seconds, I got attracted to him. I kinda shattered when he said in front of his parents that he wouldn't marry me.It hurt like a bitch.I also felt bad for being the cause of his departure from the love of his life. I felt left out when we went to the hospital. The way he was cuddling her and I was standing somewhere feeling awkward. I felt like I was the devil there.I really didn't like to talk much so I just observed things and kept them to myself. I I wasn't timid per say but I tended to be when I ended up with someone intimidating. And I could even get scared of such
Bruce's POV. "Fuck my life." I mumbled gulping the tequila. "Dude, it's your last night of being single..enjoy it and stop sulking." Akin slurred."And saying fuck my life." Don added."Wish I could be single forever." I said."Why?" Mefisto asked."Because I'm not getting married to Starla." I whimpered with my heart aching. "Man, at least you're getting married to a hot chic." He shrugged."But I don't love her." I protested. “Besides, she's too short for my liking." I said."Short girls are cute." Akin shrugged ordering more shots."And so not my type." I scrunched my face."OK describe her. Maybe I can take it from there." Don requested. I shuffled my mind to remember how she looked like but it seemed I forgot. Only Starla's picture was clear in my mind."Don't remember her face." I said swallowing the contents of the tiny glass. "My life sucks." I swayed my head."Dude, within every disadvantage lies and advantage." Akin said."And within every shitty marriage lies a divorce."
Goldiva's POV "Nervous honey?" My dad asked smiling sadly at me. I could see her was happy and sad at the same time.That's because I was clad in a long white wedding gown with a bouquet of flowers in my hand. I felt good and comfortable in my new gucci heels but my heart was pumping fast as I looked ahead in my veil."Yeah." I breathed. "Silly." He chuckled. "Don't worry about your husband, it's only a matter of time and tolerance." He assured."I strongly belive that this marriage will be the best choice we ever made." He added and I sighed. We walked on the aisle towards my husband to be. When we got to him, I took a few seconds to check out how good he looked in the white tuxedo which had a beautiful golden rose attached to his pocket-in-seam.He had an annoyed look on his face probably because he was getting married to me.Yay!I stood opposite him with my gaze locked onto the white floor decorated with what looked like gold and white as though it was the most amazing thing ev