~Agathe~ To sleep in the same room with him was all I wished for. For the mere reason that I don't want to be alone for the rest of the night. Heck, I don't mind sleeping on his couch as long as I won't be returning to my own room alone and scared to death. However, I could tell that his dark amber eyes desired something else. All of a sudden, it seemed very intense. Filled with sensuality I didn't know he could possess. Though, it was also me who pushed those thoughts away. No way in hell, I am being delusional.There is no way that this bellend would have a sexual desire for me. So with a quivering voice, I asked. "W-what do you mean?" In a flash, his smirk shifted into a deadly grin. One that is promising me I wouldn't like what I am about to hear."Feigning innocence, love? I see." "What?"Is he mocking me? The nerve of this guy. "I'm not pretending to be innocent. I'd rather say that I don't want to make assumptions." "Very well, then. Listen to me very carefully, love.

~Agathe~I woke up the next morning feeling completely roughed up. My whole body was aching in pain, including my heart. Everything feels surreal. I felt as though I was in a nightmare.Undressed, still snuggled inside the comforters. I was unable to stand or move as I recall everything that happened last night.Was sure as hell we connected, we weren't just lusting over each other. So, I couldn't fathom why the bloody hell he'd suddenly abandoned me, not giving a damn to explain what went wrong in our little lovemaking. If I can address it that way. He was a bloody womanizer, for Pete's sake! "That bellend." I muttered under my breath. I certainly told him that he was the first man in my life. Most probably, he got turned off by that. "So, what? Does he like women who are far more experienced than me? I was being a humdrum in bed, is that it?" I noticed how bright the day was when I looked out of the window. The snow stopped falling last night. I exhaled a deep breath, realiz

~Gunther~I was gone for a mere second and Agathe had already attracted a bunch of men shopping around the store. The worst part, one of them boldly approached her and it was none other than Thaddeus.My closest cousin. We are the same age. Thaddeus never bothered to strike up a conversation with those women I had brought into his boutique before.For him to introduce himself to my wife first is something. He must have been enthralled by Agathe's exceptional beauty. Even in a plain gray hoodie jacket and sweatpants of mine, she still stood out. She wasn't wearing makeup or anything for that matter. Her charm was further enhanced by her long, wavy, reddish hair. It was something that could kindle a man's desire in any way. Not to mention that her ocean-blue eyes were the kind of strongest weapon she didn't know she had. I came to a realization that those orbs could gradually tame the Devil in me, little by little if I wasn't careful. I should probably ask grandma the next time I

~Agathe~Hence, even before we met, he already belonged to someone else.Some woman had already owned his heart, probably the mother of the little girl. All of a sudden, I could feel my heart exploding in agony. It was painful, I could barely breathe. I should have known better before letting my guard down around him. Grr. I am fully aware I should not be feeling that way. I have no right to complain, no doubt about that. 'Cause who am I, anyway? We just met yesterday morning to be exact. Not a fancy meet-cute or anything. Besides, I am nobody who owes him more than a million dollars for my mother's surgery. Though, truth be told, there was a part of me that had that wishful thinking.What if fairy tales are real and we are actually meant for each other?It was I who also dismissed that idea.Silly, silly me. I turned to look at them again and noticed one thing. For the first time, the bellend seemed so gentle and soft by the way he embraced his daughter. Gone was the terrif

~Agathe~ I am not a mother, nor have I given birth to a child. But, why do I feel like the moment I saw Carlyle falling from the stairs, my heart was instantly shredded into pieces? I could feel it being ripped apart. I was not imagining it. It was not because I hated seeing other people get hurt. It was something else, something unexplainable. It beats me how that little girl and his father were able to stir up so much emotion in me ever since I met them. Gunther reached his daughter's side. He got down on his knees and gathered Carlyle's unconscious body into his arms. "Hey, baby. Wake up. Come on. Carlyle. ." For the first time, I noticed Gunther shedding a tear. Though, he was quick to wipe it away. That scene made me numb. All of a sudden, I felt a strong feeling of anger and resentment toward Gunther's mother. How could she do that to a child, to her granddaughter for that matter? I wanted to run toward Carlyle, too. To check her condition as well. I am aware, h