Winston's POV What the hell was that dream? I woke up on my bed with sweat dripping off my body. I felt hot. So hot that I had to jump under the showers for a cold bath unless I risked myself screaming at how it felt like I had a liquid fire in my veins. The fact that I just had a dream like that and suddenly started overheating like this didn't make me feel too good. Fuck. Of all the things to dream of, I had to dream of that. I had to have a dream like that? What the hell is wrong with me? I keep my eyes open because closing them would make me get a glimpse of what my dream had been all about. Even with my eyes wide open, I can still catch some passing vision, pictures that refused to abandon my imagination, and the pressing heat and desire that flared up within me at each flash of her skin. I must be running crazy. The water hammered on me under the showers. Cool and relentless against my skin, cold and not in any way warm. My skin seemed to sizzle as the water dropped o

Angelina's POVElla had this smug look on her face, a look that made me feel like burning up.How the hell is she always right?"How the hell are you always right?"She only smiled back at me and took the vase back. For some reason, Ella always made sure to hold that vase extra carefully. I don't even hold it that carefully.My mind gave me flashes of the incident that had earned me that vase and I could feel anger coursing through me again.Winston had slapped me because of that vase. Like slapping me so hard that I lost two of my teeth.My tongue instinctively roamed the spot where the two lost teeth should be and surprisingly enough, they had grown back in."Ella, did we forget to take the plastic teeth out?"She simply cocked her head to the side and shook in the negative."How long does it take teeth to grow back?"Ella rolled her eyes at that."I don't know everything Angelina, and aren't you an adult? I don't think you can grow teeth anymore."I scoffed at that because that isn

Angelina's POVMarco left after he handed over the phone to me. I tried not to look too overjoyed at the fact that he had finally given me all that I had been praying for all this while.A phone!A freaking phone!Like it wasn't enough that I had lied to Winston for him, which I sort of liked doing anyways because Winston was a jerk who didn't deserve all the time I spent thinking about him. Marco also had to get me a phone.The one thing I could use is calling the cops and recalling the international department for security. A better thought pops into my head as I look at the phone.I needed to see my father.I have been asking Ellah to help me see that he is being well taken care of. She would always report back to me that he was and that Winston had probably forgotten that someone was in the prison cells he had below his house.That was just splendid to be honest because then I wouldn't need to keep on worrying that he was being punished for something that he did or didn't do.I ha

Angelina's POVI heard my door creak open and I wiped away some of the tears on my face.I don't know why I suddenly started crying after Winston had left. Maybe it was because of the way he had looked at me like I was a common criminal or maybe it was because of how he had looked at me with so much disappointment in his eyes.He could take his disappointment and wank himself with it for all I cared. Meathead."Ella, I think I need some of that tea again.""I'm sorry but my name is not Ella."The voice that floats into my ears makes me freeze and I turn to look at who is standing in my room. It is not Ella.I could see that clearly.This new person looked much bigger than Ella, with a mean face and a scowl lining the side of her lips. She looked like she would like nothing more than to hit me on the back of the head with a rolling pin, and I didn't know what to make of that."I'm sorry, but who are you if I might ask?"The lady only scowled at me as she tilted her head up to look at m

Winston's POVAngelina came over to my office again, I ignored her yet again but she didn't look like she would be backing off that easily, and she had that gentle look in her eyes, like she was at my mercy now and I had the power to decide whether she would be happy or not.I didn't want that.I didn't want her to look at me like that.So when she called my name, I ignored her yet again and when she started speaking, I still went on to ignore her. That was the best option at this moment, I had to ignore her and let her know that I would not be listening to her anymore.She ignored me too though.She ignored the fact that I was ignoring her and she still went on to speak.She told me of how she wasn't here to fight or argue with me and she told of how she would have loved it if we were friends instead of enemies, but when I ignored her she simply went on with what she was saying. She told me of how she would rather have me speak than keep her in silence but I ignored that too.Then sh