“Sweetheart, I know when you are lying. And hell, I hate it when people lie to me. I know fully well that you know what am f**king talking about. Explain what happened, why didn't you tell me that?, Why do you enjoy hiding secrets from me?, do you think it is a game of hide and seek?.” His rigid grey eyes narrowed. The burning hard stare never scared her nor have her a sense of uneasiness but instead more courage as she glared back at him."We shouldn't hide secrets from each other just like you said and I wouldn't say anything until you tell me what Zac told you behind those closed doors"Angelina swallowed, the ache in her chest intensifying as she watched him,arranging her once scattered clothes.“Did you ever try to tell me about that?, I mean, why didn't you tell me that you were sold to Zac, you never told me that part …” Sylvester's jaw flexes, and he turns to fully face her. His eyes gleam with a hard, dark light.“There’s only one thing I’d want to do when I caught him staring

Dexter shrugged, a smile playing on his lips . ‘Good girl.’ It was Zac that they were suddenly talking about, the old man whore of USA, who spent his time atparties and on some dirty business that she never knew even till now. And she felt like dexter knew but refused to tell her even when she tried grabbing the truth from his mouth.Zac didn’t even care about her not tried to find her and that did well in sending a healthy spike of bitterness into his system, he was clearly angry about that and he didn't know why.Maybe because the b*stard used her and dumped her, left her at his mercy to do whatever he wants with her.Atleast Dexter was thankful that she was sent to be a spy at his mansion, not Sylvester's because he knew very well that Sylvester would kill her without blinking an eye."I don't care what you think about my father, you can’t keep me imprisoned forever, sometimes you forget, to get me food or even a drop of water, am sure if I am still imprisoned here, I would sure

Amyra shook her head, trying to delete whatever crazy feeling that was slowly growing inside her tummy.She should probably focus more on having a shower which she hasn't taken since six days now.It didn't take long, Amyra felt a tap on her shoulder. She turned around to find a girl taller and looks slightly older than her, unlike the other guards and some of the maid who escorted her, this girl was more fair and beautiful like an angel."Are you Miss Amyra?" She asked politely. Amyra couldn't help but smile. The girl gives her a warm feeling which she only feels with people she's comfortable with. The girl also gives a kind aura making her forget the terrible days she'd gone through."Yes." Amyra answered frowning slightly as she noticed that the girl wasn't looking at her but the floor, the maid seemed to be avoiding her gaze which was a little weird...."I will escort you to the master's bedroom." The girl replied softly.Amyra followed the girl which led her to the east wing. Du

He couldn’t admit what had happened to him: those years in the orphanage, the awful shame, even though part of him wanted to, part of him wanted to bare himself to this woman, give her his secrets. To trust another person, and with more than he ever had before, even as a child.He suppressed that foolish impulse and lifted one shoulder in what he hoped passed as an indifferent shrug.Dexter leaned forward, his fingers whispering against her cheek as he tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. ‘You look so sad,’ he said softly. ‘I’m sorry to bring up bad memories.’‘It’s okay,’ she whispered. Dexter's fingers lingered on her cheek and she wished, suddenly and fiercely, that he wouldn’t pull away.That he would kiss her.Her lips parted instinctively and her gaze rested on his lips, making her realise yet again how sculpted and really perfect his lips were. She wondered how they would feel. How they would taste. She’d never actually been kissed before, which suddenly seemed ridiculous at

"I’m glad you told me.""I’m glad I did too." She hesitated, because she felt a need to reassure him and, perhaps herself, that she knew this wasn’t real—that whatever intimacy had sprung between them was separate from what was going on in their lives. It didn’t really count.Yet she said nothing, because it felt like it counted. It felt like the only thing that counted. Dexter had given her something, or maybe he’d just showed her she already had it: a capacity to share, to trust. To love.She looked up at him, searching his face, wanting to know what he was feeling, if he felt the same pull of attraction and empathy that she did. But then she met his gaze and saw the fire burning there and her breath caught in her chest as desire, raw, fierce and overwhelming, crashed over her.His face was so close to hers she could feel his breath fanning against her cheek, see the dark glint of stubble on his chin. His lips were no more than a whisper away from hers and, as she stared up at him a