Blinded By Love のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 61 - チャプター 70

The cool night air hits my skin as Christian leads me out onto the balcony, the sounds of the ballroom fading into the distance. I shiver slightly, but it's not from the cold it's because of him."Where were we? I thought we were still at the party. Or did you transport me to another planet?" My nerves make my mouth says the worst joke if one could even call it that."Uhh that would be a great power to have but for now I'll have to be happy with that I can whisk you away even if it's just a simple balcony..." He says as he touches my cheek so elegantly, so tenderly that it almost feels like being grazed by a feather. "Any place, any time is more special with you." I let my face fall into his palms as his words made my knees weak."Do you want me to melt?" I ask, my eyes closed, simply enjoying having him so close. Christian chuckles softly, the sound deep and warm, vibrating through me like a pleasant hum. His touch is steady, grounding me as his hands gently cradle my face. "If I want

"You think I would be willing to put myself in the hands of a criminal?" I ask and Tamara’s expression doesn’t flicker. She meets my gaze with a calm, almost bored like she’s been expecting this question."It's about layers Mira. You might not fall for the criminal part... but what about the handsome part or the generous part..." She says as she glances at the necklace. "Perhaps you would fall for the part where he makes donations to hospitals, or funds the schools, cleans the streets, and builds workplaces... You Mira could fall for the gentleman part of him to the point that the criminal thing wouldn't bother you so much... because that is who you are Mira, you put things on a scale and pick the lesser evil, even when you dont want to admit it." Her words settle like a stone in my stomach. Damn her for knowing me so well."But if you already know all of this about him, about the people that work for him... why did you want to come to this party then?" I ask Tamara. She called me care

Love's POVIt was so easy to be happy. It was easy not to think about anything else that wasn't Christian, to allow myself to be fully consumed by him and everything that he is. His smile and the look in his eyes were all too much, and yet, they were everything I ever wanted. I could lose myself in him and not mind it at all. His touch became everything I craved and I knew that soon enough I would be addicted to him, in the best... and worst way possible. "It seems everyone abandoned our table," Christian says as we walk back into the ballroom, hand in hand, fingers interlocked, and I can’t help but smile, the warmth of his hand grounding me. "They must be close by." I say as I see Tam approaching with Mira right behind her. They seemed tense, well Tam seemed tense Mira had that posture she did when she pretended everything was fine when it wasn't."Ohh here come your friends... do you mind if I leave you just for a second, I promised Seb I would save him from Mother's friends and

A week later, life had settled into a rhythm of its own. The new year felt different and brighter, yet the weight of everything still lingered, especially the unsaid words, the things I hadn't fully confronted. But I was adjusting, finding a balance between the pieces of my life that felt real and those that seemed like a dream I was still trying to grasp.Christian was a dream.The way he made me feel was a dream.Working, if I can even call it that just felt like I got to hang out at my boyfriend's place from nine to four each day, spending time with Bash and Grace while Christian worked in the company. The fact they were still paying me was absurd, it felt like taking advantage of them, even more so than before. I need to stop it.Mira, despite the events at the party, went back to her life as usual. She didn't talk about the necklace and with how much Tamara was stressed with what DeLuca did I figured I would give both of them a chance to settle down the tension.As the evening was

We dug into the food, the conversation shifting from business to lighter topics, though I couldn't ignore the undercurrent of tension that still lingered. It was as if we were charged with some sort of energy that just waited to ignite, yet at the same time we didn't want to rush things. At least I didn't. "My God, if I take one more bite I might actually explode. The dessert will have to wait a bit." I say as I push my plate to the side. Christian chuckled softly, his eyes gleaming with amusement as he pushed his own plate aside. “I think I’m with you on that one,” he said, reaching for his wine glass and taking a long sip. “We definitely went a little overboard with the takeout.” He smiled, clearly enjoying the moment, though I could see the flicker of that familiar intensity in his gaze, the one that always seemed to be there when we were together."How about we take our glasses and move to the living room?" I suggested as I didn't know what to do with this space between us.Chri