She never thought that holding hands would become a thing for her again. Being married for so long, Declan barely ever holds her hand anymore. Occasionally she would loop her arm around her husband's arm at formal events. A peck on her cheek to show his friends that he loves his wife, and of course all the jewelry on her body that he bought for her, or rather custom-made for her from one of his jewelry stores. But never that warm grip between her fingers pulling her everywhere he walks, a nice wet smack on her forehead, the top of her head, or small cute kisses around her neck the way Roman did to her. He really made her feel like a teenager again. He took her walking by the beach and had breakfast at one of the beachside cafes. He was acting like a love-crazed teenager, teasing her, seducing her, and laughing, he looked happy. Something she hadn't seen in Declan in years when they were together, nor she had seen it in herself. Her eyes were always scanning their surroundings, worri

He hits the shower in his room washing away all the sea breeze from his hair. Flashes of memories from the night before ran through his mind. They were showering together with her back against the wall, he hovered over her, kissing her under the trickling water. Her breath was in his ear sighing in pleasure when he lifts her up and pushed through her. He scrubs his hair with shampoo. She had become the only thing occupying his mind for the last few days, it wasn't an exaggeration when he told her it scared him. It has always been his weakness, when he fell, he fell hard and he never fell this hard for someone he barely knew. His male ego wanted to pursue it, he had to have her, and he wanted more. What was he to her? A nice lay for a few days while enjoying her luxury cruise? He saw how people noticed them as soon as they got back on the ship, an odd couple, not because of their age. He knew her concern about his age but what was more concerning was actually their social status, she

It was the husband. He knew it. The guy whose wife he's been fucking for three nights in a row. What does that make him? When she pushed him back and leaped off the bed with her phone. What does that make him? Is she just playing with him? Of course, she was, she'd said it from the beginning, she wasn't looking for a relationship but he was too foolish and too stubborn to let it be what it was. He was in love like a lovesick puppy who expected he could snatch someone else's wife in the course of a few days. A rich man's wife nonetheless. It wasn't her fault. He got himself into that mess and now he's trapped. Because no matter what he does, he couldn't get her off his mind, he wanted nothing else, just her. To know that she belonged to someone else was like having a knife stuck in his stomach. The worst part is, he didn't have any right to express his frustration. He stared into the ocean from the deck and skipped breakfast altogether because the incident that morning just sucked al

"Look," he said at the theatre.He was pointing to something behind her back. She looked over her shoulder, there was nothing."What?" she was confused.He had a piece of paper between his fingers, and he held it close to her face."What's that?" she creased her brows.He smiled and tucked the paper in her shirt pocket."What is that?"She took it out and opened the folded paper, it was his name 'ROMAN' followed by a set of numbers. Her heart sank, another reminder their time together will soon be over."I know you probably won't call it ... but at least keep it? Just in case you change your mind?" he tried to sound casual."I don't even know your last name," she put the paper back in her pocket.He laughed, "Let's not get into what we know about each other ... there's close to nothing ... it's ridiculous."Yet how they felt for each other didn't feel ridiculous at all. She fell silent and rested her head on his chest. He was right, she probably will never call that number, there was

The first time he saw his future wife was the time she set foot on the beauty pageant his company had sponsored. Olivia Harmon was 22 years old, she was a model, freshly graduated from University where she studied Interior Design.Her confidence radiates through her wide smile, she was smart and witty from the way she answered the questions that were directed at her. Even from a very young age, she has a distinct elegance about her, the way she carried herself was very graceful and it caught his attention.He was one of the most eligible bachelors in Lancaster at the time, his face was frequently posted in Lifestyle magazines as one of the most influential people under 30 in the business industry. His family owns one of the biggest diamond companies and he was appointed to lead one of their affiliate companies at the age of 28.It didn't take long for him to get smitten by the stunning beauty. She was funny, they were compatible intellectually, and she wasn't intimidated by his reputa