บททั้งหมดของ Lust: Faintest shade of love: บทที่ 21 - บทที่ 30

The following two days passed quickly for I was occupied with work. Despite my objection, Silvio decided to engage the services of a famous interior designer in Italy to make alterations to the clinic's design. The receptionist's desk was substituted with integrated aquarium glass, creating a charming touch of a small sea amidst the grey and white walls. PVC panels were suspended from the ceiling, extending to the floor, and illuminated by built-in sparkling lights, giving the impression of a hotel rather than a clinic.With patients as my priority, I made several enhancements to the waiting area by adding more comfortable seating for those waiting, as well as improving accessibility. Margaret was determined to recruit young, ambitious nurses and doctors to join the staff.At the end of the third day, Margaret and I conducted interviews with several candidates. Among them were Julie and Sofia—identical twin sisters with matching brown hair and captivating blue eyes, who successfully im

Our lips collided, a wildfire igniting between us—consuming me as a whole. His impatient hands moved towards my hips, claiming me as his own. Effortlessly lifting me off the ground I instantly wrapped my legs around his waist. His muscles bulged against mine, yet the bulging erection between his legs aroused me more. Letting out a shaky breathless gasp, I entwined my fingers in his tousled locks, giving in to his fervent kiss that conveyed a mixture of solace and insatiable hunger, I loved him. I loved him even though the word shouldn’t be used as often, I could scream it on top of my lungs every day. I moaned into his mouth. I was not drunk, yet. But his kisses were intoxicating. His touch was thrilling. I could never get enough of him, not even if God gave me thousands of lives. Silvio Salvatore was both my damnation and salvation. And I embraced that wholeheartedly. The rhythmic throb of my heart echoed fiercely within my chest, while my pulse danced and trembled with a playful

A week without Silvio felt surreal, like a strange dream lingering as I awaited the wake-up call. The nights were restless, contributing to the nightmare-like quality of my days. It was reminiscent of a time machine, the kind you find in a drama, waiting for a loved one to recover from a tragic accident. I couldn't shake the nightmares, the patient who never woke up from his coma.My usual morning routine consisted of dragging myself off the bed and eating the breakfast Alfred made so lovingly for me after that a guard or two would accompany me to the clinic. Margaret was such a help. She would filter out my schedule, hiring some new doctors and assistants. At the start of the week, I was so nervous and anxious. But as time went by, I found myself getting familiar with the situation. Spending my whole day at the clinic helped me take my mind off Silvio for the time being. I barely thought of him during the day. There was this one five-year-old little girl, diagnosed with autism and h

“No more games, Silvio!” He snarled as I slowly turned around. Dante shielded me from the front but I side-stepped him, unbothered though the adrenaline rushed through my veins. I was not afraid of death. If anything, death should be afraid of me. I chuckled tilting my head. “Games? Do you think I am playing game? Your humour is getting better. Cause I’m not playing games here, Mitchelle, I am the game,” I drawled throwing the blade over my shoulder. “The game you can never win.” I walked closer to him until I was just a feet away. Mitchelle flinched, my eyes lowered to his trembling hands but he tried to stand his ground. I almost laughed. Pathetic. Pretentious. He was now aiming at my chest, right over my heart. His eyes fuming as I counted the men behind him in my head. Twenty-four. And then unexpected happened. Mitchelle chuckled, throwing his head back as his loud laugh bombarded through the building. Was I looking funny? Or did I say something funny? I raised my brow wh

I drifted in and out of consciousness, the periods of wakeful agony interspersed with short stretches of soothing darkness. I didn’t know if it had been hours, days, or weeks, but it felt like I’d been there forever, at the mercy of death and the pain. I felt touches, heavy dosages of drugs and then….everything would fade. It felt like I was in and out of dreams—sweet dream, where there was no one but me and her. My beautiful doctor and a little baby girl, resembling my cara Mia’s features and my striking eyes. And then sometimes I’d dream of seeing her wearing the wedding dress, just like the one she wore in our wedding. But this time, she was beaming and smiling at me. There was no fear or hesitancy in her eyes but love. Love for me. These dreams didn’t let me sleep.I didn’t knew how long this game of in and out of conciseness continued, but this time, I was able to fully open my eyes. Without any dreams in my eyes, but just plain white walls of what seemed like a hospital. Or a