Semua Bab Thorne's Seduction: a dangerous affair: Bab 31 - Bab 40

THORNE'S P.O.VStepping into my house, I'm met with darkness which made me believe that Caroline was asleep, wrong. Flicking on the lights, I'm met with the sight of my wife sitting on the chair with a glass of what I supposed to be bourbon in hand. That wasn't a good sign, Caroline never drank the heavy stuff unless she was tensed."Where have you been?" Were the first words to slip out of her mouth without her looking at me. "Hello to you too wife." I retort sarcastically to which she didn't appreciate as she turned to glare at me, swirling the drink in her hand."Don't play dumb with me Thorne, I asked you a question. Where were you?"Poking the corner of my mouth with my tongue, I reply, "Work Caroline, where else if not work? I had a hectic day at work today, I'm tired and I need to rest." Taking off my suit jacket, I head upstairs to my room hearing her slam the glasscup down harshly before following closely behind."Oh yeah? And what about five days ago? Or last week when you

AURELIA'S P.O.V'I'd never forgive you and i'd kill him'. Cooper's words continued to play in my head like a broken record, over and over again, hunting me. I barely concentrated on the movie which playing in the background; physically I kept on staring at the screen but mentally I was far away. At least now I knew there was no hope of forgiveness from him if he ever found out the truth. What about his father? Did this mean he'd kill him if he found out the truth about my baby? Surely he wouldn't kill his father, or would he? Fuck, these thoughts were driving me to the brink of insanity. My only hope was that Cooper wouldn't suspect anything and demand for a paternity test or secretly carry out one behind my back, then I'd be screwed for real. I thought back to Caroline; she seemed sweet and I couldn't imagine her hurting a fly, but one would never truly know the depth of the anger of a scorned woman. So that was why Thorne cheated? He and Caroline had their differences in respect to

THORNE'S P.O.VI felt the tingling sparks, like electricity coursing through my veins as we kissed. Her lips so sweet tasted like chocolates, her hair so soft as my fingers wove into it, loosening the accessory that bound her hair together, letting it fall in thick waves over her shoulder. Our intertwined breaths mixed together as our heaving breathing and soft moans filled the room. Our kiss continued, unbreaking as we backed into the wall."We can't, Thorne; it's not right." The dark-haired beauty with swollen lips gasped before me as she placed a finger on my lip, breaking our kiss. "We bloody can love; there's nothing stopping us." My lips found their way to her neck as I peppered kisses down to her shoulder, sucking the skin in between kisses. Her quiet moans were only more of a turn-on, intensifying the need I felt to rip every piece of clothing on her and feel her warmth around me."Oh fuck, mmm...Thorne wait wait." Groaning lowly, I pull away from her while still holding her

AURELIA'S P.O.VI'm roused from sleep by the sound of a bird chirping rather loudly from my windowsill. Slowly opening my eyes, I'm met with Thorne's broad chest in my face. Looking up, I notice he's still sound asleep. I take the opportunity to just look at him—creepy, I know. He looked so peaceful, like he had no worries. Now paying more attention to his features, I notice strands of gray hair on his head, mixed with his dark hair, although they were barely noticeable.My hand moved on its own accord as I lightly caressed his cheek, careful not to wake him. Deep down, I wished our circumstances were different. Even though it was wrong of me, I couldn't help but wish he hadn't been married and I wasn't engaged to his son. But as the adage goes, everything happens for a reason. Perhaps if we hadn't met at the club, then maybe we wouldn't have known the other existed. Or perhaps, if that night had happened, maybe we wouldn't have seen each other again, had it not been for the dinner we

CAROLINE'S P.O.VParanoid, insecure—those were the words associated with people who I'd call scared, afraid to lose something that they hold dear to them. When I was younger, I believed in love. There were different kinds of love, the type directed towards family—the one you were born into and the one created; there was the type of love directed to pets or sentimental things; and then there was one which to me was the most powerful, a kind of love which would make you do crazy things. Things which you know you'd never have done---the romantic kind found only in your partner. I had always dreamt of what it'd feel like when you'd find your better half. Would there be butterflies fluttering around in my belly? Or perhaps there would be that spark of electricity when our fingers touched, or when we kissed, or when our bodies devoured each other, just like the romance novels had said? I wouldn't know, but what I did know was that I yearned for a fairytale romance. One where my prince charm