"You won't do it." I narrowed my eyes at the male who gave me an evil smirk. "Oh? What if I say I have already done it?" I licked my lips uncertainly before walking carefully near the mirror. 'No, no, no! It should be a lie. That idiot didn't do that, did he?' "Y-You serious. How am I gonna go to the office with this!" I exclaimed after seeing a fucking hickey that couldn't be hidden by the shirt's collar too. "What do you mean? It's just a hickey. You don't have to hide it, it's a sign of my love for you dear." He smirked teasingly while I glared at him through the mirror.  "You are annoying." He chuckled before hugging me. His chin was resting on my shoulder as he stared at the hickey with a proud look.  "Ain't I good at it?" Rolling my eyes I tried to free myself but no, he wouldn't move. "Of course, you are too experienced at this," I muttered not feeling good about thinking that he had been with so many girls but

"I don't think we can let you go after one day, you seem to have a problem while sitting. The injury, that the bullet caused, isn't properly healed." I rolled my eyes at the doctor while sitting up. "See, I'm good." Showing him a forced smile I stopped my face from crumbling into a painful expression. The fucking wound was making my body to be in hella pain whenever I would move but I could take care of this problem at home too. Our family doctor wasn't in this country as he has gone to handle some work but I wished he could be here. If only he could, I wouldn't have to stay here. I wanted to find my father and then somehow get my wife back. "He will be staying here for one more day, doc." I glanced over to my right to see Noah who had many things in his hand. Nodding he kept the things on a chair beside me and before I could say anything they both were walking out of the room. 'Why would he do that?' I thought while keeping a hand on my stomach and s

Xavier Pov Walking in the company with my head high and a simple small smile to not look rude but not too good, has never been easy. Keeping up with my cold reputation before wasn't too hard as not talking to anyone friendly could make a person look bitter therefore I was known as cold or a man without heart. Smiling or laughing wasn't something I used to do before I met Alyssa. She was the one who made me act nicely with employees because she used to say,  'Think of them as humans, not robots' but today it was hard to be polite. The people hadn't done work properly which could put our company in a big loss.  Not having my girl here was also driving me crazy nevertheless controlling my emotions I tried to solve the problem that people here have caused when I was gone.  I was in the hospital and Noah was looking after everything here while Eva was helping him with everything but my employees needed a strict boss like me for them

Alyssa Pov "Why are you doing this? You won't get anything from all this." I said in a low voice as my head hung low while my throat felt scratchy. Talking with a dry mouth was so hard. I haven't drunk a single drop of water for God knew how long and now they had even stopped bringing water that would have sand particles in it or food that would reek bad. "I got to see you every day, isn't it good little mermaid." My face crumbled into a disgusted expression as I closed my eyes trying to ignore his piercing gaze in the dark. After a minute I felt a rough hand on my face and it made me open my eyes while jerking my head back.  I remembered how I once craved this touch but now it was making me feel like beating myself just by thinking about it. I no more like this nor did I like this man who was in front of me or his presence.  It was funny but true that five or six years ago I would have been happy to have this guy but now I n

I sighed while sitting comfortably on the sofa as the girl beside me kept on drinking one after another glass of wine and I didn't stop her as it would be good to ask things from her when she would be drunk. "Two more please." The female slurred but I stopped the waiter asking him to not bring more drinks. It was weird, but I felt bad for making a girl drunk and getting all the information from her cause I have been always a nice guy. Never had hurt someone nor interfered in others' life and if someone would think from my point of view I wasn't wrong right now too.  Sure I had one-night stands and a reputation as a rude playboy but it didn't mean I was really like that. The girls would know what they were getting themself into and I have always been nice to them. Even today, I wouldn't hurt this woman badly until she would help me and wouldn't cross her lines. Fearing that too many drinks might cause her to pass out which wouldn't be at a