Lahat ng Kabanata ng DESPERATE THIRST FOR LOVE: Kabanata 11 - Kabanata 20

One week later, after their simple civil wedding in the city, they returned to the mansion. Zander thought, at last, he could stop thinking about Elvie and their daughter. Boy, was he wrong.Walking a few blocks away from his office at midday, he thought fresh air would help, for starters. Zander found the nearest park and walked, ignoring the noise from tourists and families.Pros and cons. He didn’t want to live with anyone anymore. Not with Elvie, but he knew he couldn't ignore how different their situation is now. They have a beautiful daughter who did nothing but make his heart scream with happiness and laughter. Yes, he and Elvie were not sharing a room, and he made sure to ignore her most of the time. But of course, he knew how hard it was to just ignore the woman who seemed to plague his mind. Those beautiful eyes, her kindness, her sweetness, and her innocent plea for his time?"Damn it! I'm going insane!" he murmured to himself.How long has it been? Since he didn't think ab

Two weeks later, the drive to Stanton’s building was long, and Elvie knew she didn’t have to drive because Zander’s men was ready to drive her newly purchased Audi SUV Q2, but she wanted a minute out of her husband's prying eyes. Not that she was complaining about him buying her a new car. In fact, she didn't want to drive the shiny, massive thing, but he was being so stubborn and bribed her with Thea’s ballet class. If she would take the car, he would arrange for a class with the famous ballerina in the city. How could she deny that opportunity to her daughter? Of course, she accepted it. That’s what you get for being a shithead and stealing glances from your fickle-minded husband. She grimaced as she thought to herself. Yes, they have been very civil, acting like newlyweds in front of the mansion’s stuff and especially to their daughter, but still, when they were alone, they acted like they were complete strangers, even though she was stealing glances and daydreaming about making l

When Elvie got back to her cubicle, her first instinct was to drown herself in silly beauty samples and boring clay masks. But as soon as she walked in, she realised she had some explaining to do. Gerald and Almera sat side-by-side, cross-legged, staring at her like she was an alien in a Discovery Channel special. All they needed was popcorn and coke.Gerald jerked his thumb in the elevator’s direction. “Explain now, boobily nun! Now!”“There’s nothing—”Almera butted in. “Oh yeah? I don't think so, little girl. Zeus, the CEO of SBC slash Lord Assholemort slash very hot-yummylicious batman, never offers people eye contact, let alone talks to them.”He doesn’t, now? Wow! That was not so surprising, Elvie thought to herself.“You better start singing like it’s American Idol and I’m Simon Cowell, girl.” Gerald snapped his fingers, wiggling his ass in his seat. “I want to know how, when, where, and how long. Especially the long part. Inches and all. Was it that long? I mean, you know... t

Elvie bit her lips as she stood there in the executive hallway, frozen and holding a yellow cardboard box to her chest, refusing to look scared. With her sun-kissed hair and a dusting of freckles covering her button-like nose, she was the type of beauty that suddenly sneaked up on everyone. Though she wore a matching Gucci dark pencil skirt and a white satin shirt, paired with t-strap dark shoes, she thought it was the most simple and uncatching getup. But the more they looked at her, the more they realised how striking she was. She looked like she belonged on a runway. Even in her simple attire, she looked like freedom and tasted like a piece of the sky. Why hadn't she noticed that part of her before? Yeah, she dressed beautifully ever since he saw her when he was still in university, but still, he hadn't thought of her like that—like a woman. Zander wanted to grab her and slam her over the desk, fucking her three ways to Sunday in front of his entire executive crew. The problem w

Things got progressively and methodically worse in the week following Elvie’s move from High Fashion to the executive department. The place was a zoo made out of rich perfume, stupid brains, and expensive oak desks glued together in a wave pattern. The newsroom was round, with glass walls. There was a stairway to the next floor that led to a door with a plaque plastered on it: FOR ZEUS ONLY This referred to the actual studio-type room with a glass wall, where the jerky god himself could see everything. But Elvie couldn’t feel the fairy dust on her skin because she was too busy trying to survive her life as she knew it. Her secret husband was the first to kill her mood, every fucking day. Zeus had decided to play a trick on her. First came the carnation flowers, chocolate with insects inside, and text messages that told her to watch her back. When those were ignored or given to the lonely, attractive receptionist, Zander started making pranks that ranged from a dead rat to bloody