CENRIC The tension between us was thicker than the earth’s surface. Sadie was guarded all the time—distant, and she had no intention of hiding it from me. She wasn’t sorry for what had happened. I must say, though, I was surprised how she could blend in easily with the crowd. And she looked breathtaking in a red gown. Gorgeous. My fucking wet dream. “I’ll pay the money you borrowed from Zhuri. I want you to have your necklace back.” Confusion knotted on her forehead. “Why?” “I want you to have it back. Why is it so hard for you to accept it?” Does she have also trust issues? “It looks special. Who gave it to you?” I had to ask even if I knew it was from her mother. “Mom.” “Then you need to keep it.” The look in her eyes, she was questioning my intentions. “No motives, babe.” “Fine.” I gestured to another table to our left. Willa was sitting there. “The woman you get jealous over.” The reaction on her face was fascinating to watch. She blushed furiously. “Will you stop it?

CENRIC     “Ready?” “Not sure.” Sadie still looked puzzled. “I really don’t like it if I don’t know where we’re going. What’s with the surprise?” “Trust me. We won’t ride on a roller coaster.” “Damn it, Zhuri.” She touched her necklace. She finally got it back. Her friend even told me that Sadie forced her to accept it as collateral. The elevator slid when we reached the ground floor, where I parked my cars. I had collections from vintage to sports and even customized, but among these, I chose the Porsche 911 Carrera S Cabriolet. If girls loved diamonds, we boys loved our rides. “Why this one?” she asked out of curiosity as she ran her finger on the sleek gray exterior. “Because it’s timeless. It reminds me of you.” She rolled her eyes. “Cheesy.” “Call it cheesy, but that’s the truth.” I closed the door as soon I stuffed her in. “It still smells brand new,” she noticed. Of cours

CENRIC   I had hoped it enlightened her against the false pretenses her brother had fed her. I was at the veranda when the guys came over.  “So, it’s all good?” Beck was the first one to ask. They had their place in the house with easy access to the main.  “Yep.” I sipped my whiskey. I and liquor were not best friends. I wanted a clear head, and it wasn’t a help. “Yet you’re here.” Linden joined in, and so as Devin. “A lot is going on her head. That sick son of bitch fed her with so many lies, and I have to prove it to her, even if it takes forever.” “Easy. Just be honest to your wife,” Devin pointed out. “Easier said than done,” Beck replied. “She’s not ready for the truth.” I groaned to stop him. They didn’t know the whole truth, except Beck. For Linden—not entirely.  Devin hadn’t wholly earned my trust. He was in bed with my mortal enemy—the Greer might still have influenced him. I

CENRIC   I felt my mouth twitch against the skin of her back as I felt the slickness of her arousal between her folds. “Are you sore?” She groaned, “You should have asked me first before you touched me.” It was past four in the morning when I felt her holding my hand and drifting on her naked breast. So I started cupping, kneading, and rolling her nipple between my fingers. After that, I let it drift lower, between her thighs, until I found her clit. I rubbed it in a circular motion until she started thrusting her ass into my cock. In an instant, I was hard as a rock. “I want you, babe,” I whispered. My tongue swirled in the shell of her ear, causing her to shiver. “Take me however you want.” She snaked her arm around my neck, and I lifted my head to offer her a kiss, and she instantly took my mouth, thrust her tongue, and sucked mine. I loved how daring she was. I admired it in her. I glided my cock between her as

CENRIC “You have to promise me, Sergeant Wolff, that you will give this to my daughter.” She was clutching my uniform. Her face was so pale and sweaty, but I could see her beauty had aged in her. Her blue eyes were glassy.  “No, Dr. Arisov, you will give it to her as soon as we get out of this hell.” I ducked my head, bullets flying everywhere. The old single school building was already filled with bullets hole and the only thing that covered us from those militants.  She dragged her breathing. “You know I’m a medical doctor, right? I know my condition. Can I call you—what’s your first name, honey?”  “Cenric, doc.” “Nice name.” She held her lower abdomen, where she got shot a few minutes ago. It didn’t damage her artery, but she was bleeding so fast. Our reinforcement would reach us in ten. I was afraid she wouldn’t make it. “Mom gave me the name.” I f