Dispute Marriage: No Terms and Conditions のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 31 - チャプター 40

Chrisanna "Kenneth! Hold the light properly. Five degrees downwards. More!" I scream at one of my interns. The troublemaker kid just out of high school."Miss C, I think it's broken", he shrugs, moving it literally 45° upwards and downwards. "I think your function is broken!" a howl escapes my mouth, startling the soon to be bride and groom who are posing in this ground breaking wind. "Relax, Sharon!" I tell the bride, focusing on the lens again. "Peter, I want you to keep your chin a bit up"They grin, getting into their moment again as Sharon's hair brush all over their face due to the heavy wind."Jesus! I'm blowing away", Lynn screams, facing a hard time controlling the softbox."God! This is going crazy!" Phoebe gasps. "You can take the snaps?"However, I focus on taking the clicks as well as possible. Because as of now, I can see only two people, deeply in love, willing to capture the best moments of their lives, not caring about any storm. It makes me forget all the problem

Samuel Our lips connect, remaining steady in that position which is familiar to us since the wedding day. I take my time and catch my breath. Her lips are so soft and tempting that I have wished to not only get a smooch but truly kiss her the way she deserves to be kissed. Those precious lips need to be treated with all passion, affection and desires. And deep down, I'm scared I won't be able to do that.We keep our lips connected— still in silence as I hear her soft breaths. She doesn't flinch, nor do I, as if one is waiting for another one to make the first move. And I'll be doing it.I part my lips against her and she sucks under her breath, sliding her arm around my neck and clinging onto me. I shut my eyes and allow my heart to take power, turning off my sanity. My top lip is captured by her lips as soon as I can feel her bottom lip between mine.My heart explodes with warmth, passion and longings as I wrap my arms tightly around her waist, trying to believe it's all real. He

Chrisanna I wake up to the sun directly shining on my face. Squirming against the backseat, I struggle to open my eyes due to the lack of sleep. It was early morning when I dozed off and I exactly remember Samuel was still awake. He's not inside the car though. However, I don't panic or call him, knowing he wouldn't go anywhere, leaving me alone and naked in this car. Exhaling deeply, I can't help replaying the entire night inside of my head. My cheeks burn as I nibble my bottom lip to control that smile. It seems like the best night I have experienced in ages.That kiss. I never thought it would feel so good like a thread connecting us more intimately. And I can't get over the fact that it was his first kiss too. Yeah, he told me he got no girlfriend but you don't need a girlfriend or boyfriend to kiss someone. I have heard stories of people hooking up and it sounded so natural. I thought I was the only one who was weird, that I could never really hook up or get attracted to anyon

Chrisanna We reached the office within ten minutes and Samuel wouldn't tell me what the matter is. He just said he got some messages from Scarlett. He's walking faster, having completely forgotten that he has heavy bruises on his back. And I'm more focused on him than whatever is going on.As we reach inside, my eyes slightly widen in shock, discovering Rhys seated in the middle of the staff room while talking to some employees and turning pages of a file."What the hell is he doing here?" I mutter to Samuel and find the irk growing on his face.As all the eyes avert on us, the entire staff room becomes silent and Rhys looks at us, surprised, as if he didn't notice us coming inside. "Ah! Good afternoon, Samuel. Mind not calling you Mr Vance?" he grins."Not at all, Rhys. Good afternoon", Samuel husks. "May I know what you are doing in my office?""We had an appointment""That was not here. We were about to meet at yours", Samuel tucks his hands into his pocket as his body stiffens.

Samuel I walk into the prison. Chills rush through my body with every step I take inside. At some point, I want to turn back and leave, but I push myself through the decision I have taken after years. Two officers in charge block my way, dragging me out of my jumbled-up thoughts. "Are you here as a visitor?" one of them asks.I nod. "Yeah"I follow them to the prison warden."Who do you want to meet?" the warden asks. "Name of the prisoner?""Damien Porter", my throat throbs as I utter this name after years. The warden immediately looks up at me, frowning."Damien Porter?"I nod."Strange. No one comes to visit him. What's your name and what's your relationship with him?""It's Samuel Vance Gabriel. He's my— father", I utter. The warden nods. "Good for you that you don't carry such a person's name anymore. Anyway, the officers will show you the visitor's cell. Sign here"I complete the procedure and walk through the row of cells, following two officers. I'm waiting into the fade