I froze.No matter how much I will my feet to move and turn around, it wouldn't obey. I knew why. Not only was there supposed to be no one else here, there is also the fact that I have just a towel wrapped around my chest. Worse, that voice was very familiar. I could guess who was standing behind me, and even though I had plans to talk to him later on, he was the last person I want to see right now. I force my feet to turn around and it finally opens. I turn around slowly, my eyes meeting with the golden brown orbs staring at me from the door of the kitchen. God! That gaze, I had forgotten how it felt to be it's target. I was mesmerized and at the same vein it felt like I was being undressed under it. I resist the urge to fold my arms across my body. It would look as if I was scared of him if I did that. I stand there as his eyes moves from my head all the way to my toes. I resist the urge to squirm under his astute gaze. His eyes moves away from me to look around the kitchen, and

" Are you sure you want to do this, Freya?" Percy asked while still helping me get dressed. I was on my way to Zain's crib. I had a talk with Sarah after my talk with Jaxton, and it turns out that her brother had helped her escape but had not been able to do himself. According to her, he was most likely being held captive in the basement of the crib. She had drawn the blueprint of the house for me in Jaxton's absence, pleading with me to please save her brother. Jaxton had wanted to wait until the day of his auction, be had gotten information that Zain would be holding a auction soon; it turned out that it was even Zain that had suggested the auction to my dad. Sarah had panicked though when I told her that we plan to wait until the auction day to raid Zain's crib. She had said something along the line of her brother not making it until then. Since I know Jaxton would not be in support if I told him, I decided to do this without him. It was going to be a covert mission and I would

It's been a few days since we got back from Zain's crib. Days since Zain got arrested. Days since we sent in a mountain of evidence against him in Jaxton's name. Days since the IDP sent a message to summon Jaxton back. Days since Jaxton had remained unconscious. I have practically moved into Jaxton's safehouse. I have been the one taking care of him since he was brought back here in the pool of his own blood. I gently laid Jaxton on his bed, tucking the blankets around him to keep him warm. I took a damp cloth and began to wipe the dirt and sweat from his face, careful not to wake him. As I wiped away the grime, I could see the scratches and bruises on his skin, and my heart ached for him. I found a bandage and began to redress his wounds, taking care to be gentle and thorough. As I finished tending to Jaxton's wounds, I pulled up a chair and sat by his bedside, keeping a watchful eye on him. I could see his chest rising and falling slowly, his breath coming in a steady rhyth

Just like yesterday, being auctioned, being sold to the Lord of the devil himself.Humiliated, rejected and life triangle accompanied with it. The feeling of self winning a life for my children. I'm the the mother who never leave all odds for survival. I fought way beyond my imagination, especially for my children and now when I thought I'm happy and self contended with my new path of life.He returned. His back.That fateful day, I was on my way to the airport when someone shouted my name and ran towards me. It was Jaxton! His eyes still hold that dark man I ever known, his pride and ego spurring at his face but something was amiss. He smiled at me with mix of fears and anxiety. He rushed and hugged me tightly, never ready to let go of my grips. I do not know what that means but something is wrong somewhere."You still smell very nicely!" He whispered to my ear and it sent cold shivers down to my spines with little mix of sexual fantasies.I remembered the old days when he could fu