Ivanna   "Say it," I sigh, keeping my eyes down as he comes closer to me.    "Can you fulfil it?"   "Sure. I can do anything. I'm going to Texas," I say, rolling my confident gaze at him, though my heartbeat is rapidly growing.    "Not you, Ivanna. We," he replies as I frown, not understanding what he means to say. "We are going to Texas. Together"   His words startle me as I question myself if it's actually true what he just said. I can't believe it.    "Wh— what?"   "I'm serious. I'm coming with you to Texas, Iv," he pulls

Ivanna"We should get a new nameplate written 'Mr and Mrs Scott," Christian tells me, staring at the old nameplate of my apartment.I look back at him, discovering him grinning at me while leaning back to the pillar. Shoving my phone aside, I focus back on him, after trying Irene's number for the third time.I have been worried for her for an entire month. The last time I had talked to her was the night before her wedding. Her decision was indeed shocking to me. More than that I'm surprised to find her ignoring my calls. What happened to this girl?I scowl at Christian."You're weird," I shrug, leaving the nameplate aside and shoving the curtain from the window."You find me weird?""Of course, you are," I groan, opening the window and taking a look at the entire city."What makes you feel so?" He can't stop questioning. What should I say now?"Sometimes you're fine. And sometimes—" I halt."And sometimes?"

Christian   I can't believe that this girl has changed the entire structure of my staff. More than that, it pisses me off when she folds her lips, twitches her lips, presses her lips, moves her lips to talk and makes her lips shiver; everything she is doing with them. I fucking want her lips!    I think I'm high on the kiss she gave me a while ago. It's freaking me out.    "Stop glaring at me," Ivanna scoffs, crossing her arms. "I had so many things to do. So, I asked them to help. Did I do something wrong?" She looks at Colton and Kane who are standing like statues, nervously looking at me.   "Don't look at him. Look at me and tell me if I did wrong," she yells.   

Christian I rub my cheek with her soft skin, squeezing her tightly in my arms.  "Good Morning, Mrs Wife," I mumble, trying to kiss her cheek. When I open my eyes, I find the pillow around my arms. What the— I shove it aside and roll my eyes around the room. Ivanna isn't here. It's still six in the morning and as far as I know, she doesn't wake up so early. I used to find her sleeping peacefully when I left every morning. Today, she's early! I get up, rubbing my eyes. I didn't take a shower last night, didn't even change my clothes. This girl is enough to make me do everything I never did in my entire life.  Smiling like an idiot, I leave the

Ivanna I watch Christian fast asleep, half-laid on me, his arm draping my waist and his head positioned on my upper breast. I have been watching him for straight ten minutes so I can get out of his grip once he moves. But he doesn't move. Everytime he wiggles, he tightens his grip around me more.  He's not going to leave me even if I sleep. What's this man? I can't understand him.  I let out a deep sigh and take a look at the clock.  It's already six past ten and I need to make breakfast for him, only if he allows me to get up.