Alvara's Point of ViewShopping day had finally caught up with me. My worst nightmare made flesh. Finding plus size clothing was a massive headache. Plus size lingerie was damn near impossible. The thought nearly drove me to sleep another few hours. Ozias had explained to me the urgency of what I wore. Sexy, yet refined. As if we could find anything in my size.What had I gotten myself into? As of last night, the planning had started on the sex party. Or orgy. Or whatever the true term for it was. My nerves where shot at the prospect of actually attending. Sadly, my mouth and ego had gotten the better of me. Regardless of what I had said to Ozias and in the presence of Adelia, I wasn't all too sure this was what I wanted.For years my fantasies had plagued me. I wanted more out of my life, especially my sex life. Now faced with those fantasies, I felt guilty. Technically, I was still a married woman. Married women never went to parties

Ciaran's Point of ViewThe party would take place within next week. Sybil would send us the official date and time later on. Invites were being printed. The theme had been set as well. Everything was going to plan. Almost. Yet, I still couldn't grasp the fact that Alvara had insisted on the party. I knew she wanted to out-stage Adelia. Make the girl regret her decision on making such calloused comments about someone she had never met before. There had been this terrifying cockiness surrounding Alvara. It was enough to make me even harder."Okay, so the new unemployment rates are in. Our quarterly reports as well. The exchange rate for Dollars had gone to shit, putting our American ventures in a wonderful light. The are striking on the mines again, something about not getting paid enough. And I have one massive fucking headache," Ozias rambled, scanning the book in his hands. Our eyes met from across the room and he stopped. "You look more trou

Alvara's Point of ViewJust hearing his voice was enough to cause my brain to short circuit. I had only ever imagined him storming in and grabbing me by my hair, forcing me to return to Half-Moon. The nightmares alone drove me into cold sweats and whimpering. To actually hear him say that he would take my life physically made me sick. Suddenly, I was back there again, with him hurting me profusely.Dinner was tense. Sybil hadn't come by this time, rather sticking to planning our party alone. There was an elephant in the room no one wanted to address. At least Ciaran had complimented my new hair choice. Maverick picked at his food whilst Dargan had skipped it all together.Tomorrow. I would find out tomorrow what was up with him. For now, I just had to eat and sleep. Hopefully no nightmares would come. No unknown face staring at me in the dark. It was petrifying sleeping alone but I couldn't bring myself to ask any of them to sleep in th

Ozias' Point of View I was fucked. It was as simple as that. Alvara had a grip over my body I couldn't deny. Seeing her in that outfit, I nearly lost all of my compsure. She had dressed up for the first time since we had met her. Gone was the baggy long dresses and no makeup. Stunning. A goddess walking amongst us. The tension was thick enough to cut with a knife. Yet it was her sheer confidence that had brought me to my knees. The sway of her hips as she walked closer. Her smirk. I wanted to devour her right then and there. But instead, I had offered to take her out. Keeping my fucking distance went out the window today. I brought the M4 around front, idling away until Alvara decided to show. The car matched her outfit. Matte black. Sports package. My own personal baby. Ciaran had settled for something much more expensive. So had Maverick. Dargan had taken a bike. But I had fallen in love with the BMW when I was still a child. I had

Ciaran’s Point of View Dargan and Maverick worked silently in the living room adjacent to my office. Sybil sat in front of me, typing away on her keyboard. The party planning was running smoothly enough. About 120 guests had already RSVP’d. The remaining fifty had yet to reply. Our theme for the evening would be something old and something new in tribute to Alvara. Sybil had thought herself rather smart at the pun. “I just confirmed the numbers with the caterer. If the other guests decide to finally book their slots, they can go to hell.” Sybil grumbled and drank from her seventh coffee today. Overhead a crow cawed lazily. Never a good sign. Ever. Normally, there would only be Hadidas this time of day. Looking outside, I heard a deep rumble echoed across the courtyard from the gate’s side. Ozias’ M4 came flying through the open metal jaws. Before he could fully park, Alvara was already out the door. Footsteps thrummed from the other