A cold breeze swept across her face while staring deeply into his orbs of green. Him between her tighs, a number of rockets continue to explode into the night space creating thousands of splendid luminescent green colors behind him matches his eyes. Her gaze traveled down on his adam's apple moving up and down. From his masculine chest down to his well-built abdomen, an orb of sweats rolling and sexily dripped over her. His manly intoxicating aroma lingers in her nostrils made her heart thump. Her eyes went back to his face and admired his exquisite looks, sculpted with perfection. It took almost half a minute before Mort broke their intense gazes."Wear this," Mort ordered as he handed his shirt to her.Sumire's face blushed when she saw herself almost naked. Mort dressed her in his big black t-shirt that almost reached her knee. 'I feel like ... dirty ...' she utters in her mind.Cheeks burning in red, Sumire quickly put on the panty that slid down her left leg. While Mort took the

A great pang gripped Sumire's heart. Her body went numb and her vision blurry. Her pair of midnight eyes bleed with pain. A series of orbs of tears dripped into her beautiful midnight eyes while her hand clutched her chest. She hid in a massive cylindric wall of the basement near her parked car. Sumire felt her heart break into tiny pieces and it left her huge damage inside. The maiden silently cried and she restrained herself from sobbing as she watched the approaching happy family walking in her direction.Sumire dramatically grips her chest. Her choppy breathing and watery eyes remained for quite some time. She stands hidden in there unmoving. "...hic...I won't wipe these bitter tears from my eyes and even in this way, it will obscure the reality that has slapped me." Sumire started chewing on her lower lip and her eyes welled up with tears, she was truly hurt. '...no words can describe how my feelings have been emotionally tortured....' she added. Tears continued to stream down her

A deafening silence reigns inside the executive room of the MDA building. The moment was so tense that, when the tip of the gun pounded on the table, making a sound, they both jumped except for a man sitting majestically holding the gun and leaning his massive frame against the swivel chair, both legs were crossed beneath the table. His cold gaze was piercing and his eyebrows were slightly furrowed.Klauss, Mischa, Laurel, and the twins, Leroy and Lyric sitting on the sofa were restless, fixed their eyes on the gun Mort was holding. They gasped whenever it was pointed at one of them and with just one click from it someone will surely die in instant. None of them attempted to talk to the Boss as they were overwhelmed with fear of the gun would fire at them."What is happening to him?" Mischa asked Klauss in almost a whisper who stood next to the girl's side without taking his eyes off the gun in his Boss's hand."....." Klauss remained unmoved and just shrug."Ask him." Mort's spoiled b

The moon merges with the shimmering stars and consumes the night with a palpitating aura of magical enlightenment. Sitting next to the window, the maiden looking at the constellation of stars, can't help but stretch out her hand, facing the sky of the serene night. It seems to use the bright scorpion to tell a beautiful fairy tale. It perfectly matches her pair of midnight eyes twinkling in delight. She can't wait to have the precious thing in her hand she desires for a long time. Ever since the tall, paled woman arrived and met Yelena at the boutique, Sumire has noticed that Trevor is always out of his character. The man frequently delays if he answers her. He had a pale complexion and his hands were as cold as ice. He always gets jumpy every time she touches him and couldn't sit still. Even the blind person can feel the young man's fear of his older sister. Sumire couldn't understand why Trevor was terrified of his sister but she didn't bother to find out more, especially since Yelen

They're frozen, rooted to their place. Hands fly to chests. They were deeply shocked to hear a large amount of money drawn by the mysterious lady in red. Series of mutters and whispers reign the place. All eyes cast upon the maiden who releases such a tremendous amount like nothing. Sumire's smize is full of confidence and complacent enough that no one would dare to challenge her. Her red lips lifted mighty high.The tanned man auctioneer looked in her direction and smirked. He once looked at the crowd again. "Who would dare to challenge for 1 billion from bidder 18? Anyone?" He asked, grinning from ear to ear.From the second floor of the auction hall, a white-haired man masked in black hoisted the placard. The male auctioneer, who is Narco looked up to their place. With his golden eyes beneath the mask, Sumire fails to recognize him. Narco immediately noticed the giant hunk in his black half-mask man looking at the maiden from below, both legs crossed while sitting in a kingly postur