"Now, where were you, Griffin?" Raya asked, taking the glass of wine on her left hand.In front of her was the same woman dressed in black, her long black hair resting in peace.

It was dinner time, Genevieve walked out in the garden where the dinner table was arranged for the guests. The people were chattering, Nathan was present there too. Genevieve took a secretive look at her boss, dressed in a white polo t-shirt with black jeans, he looked handsome. She, on the other hand, was dressed in a knee-length floral frock, her hair let loose to her back, blowing from the air. After dinner, the people were having drinks, talking about business, some were admiring the beautiful place. The resort had everything including the ocean, giving a breathtaking view. Genevieve was standing by the ocean, the cool ocean breeze blows through her long hair and engulfs her, causing goosebumps to rise on her arms.  The sea was not like anything else never created. It had a beautifully charming effect on people generally and a relaxing and relieving one on others.  The water

Swiftly he manoeuvred himself so that he sat beneath her on the chair, and she was in his lap. He didn’t cease his bombardment of her senses for several minutes, utilizing mouth, tongue, and hands to cloud her thoughts. He was quite successful; but then, he usually was when it came to handling a woman. He’d spent years perfecting his technique, after all. Raya and Nathan were making love behind the close doors of his grand suite, she missed this, missed him. It's been a long time since he eased himself in her, filled her with all of his love. And right now everything seemed enchanted, she wanted to kiss him forever, feel the taste of his sweet lips.  B

It's been two days and Genevieve was wondering where her arrogant boss has disappeared to.  Crawford informed her that he went on holidays with his wife, Raya.  This man was such an asshole...fascinated by his wife and yet he plays with her assistant.  After finish her work in the office, she went home.  The sudden, swift, severe summer storm caught her unaware. She was walking down the old tree road when the clouds started to build. She looked around as she huddled under a large, dead oak tree.   Almost all of the houses on this abandoned street were too badly damaged for her to take shelter in, except for the one. 

Genevieve was washing the dishes in the kitchen when she heard a loud thud coming from the room of the old woman.  Rushing there, she glimpsed the woman who was laying on the floor, unconscious.  "Grandma! Grandma!" her voice became shaky all of a sudden as she went on her knees, trying to grab the woman.  She tapped her cheeks a few times, then became confused.  In bewilderment, she stood up to rush out of the house and in bafflement she bumped into a tall figure.  Realising it was someone she blurted out while sobbing, "My….grandma...please help her."  The han