Todos los capítulos de Possessive At First Sight: Capítulo 51 - Capítulo 60

Alessandra's POV. Two hours ago... I was eating my breakfast at the kitchen table while Lucy sat eating too. I didn't sleep back after I talked to Stavros on the phone. I felt relieved, I am so worried about him. Knowing he's safe, I feel better now. "Are busy today, Lu? I asked Lucy who's been so quiet. "No," she muffled looking at me curiously. "Do you have plans?" she queried nonchalantly. "Would you like to try that Spanish restaurant I went with Stavros? They have a really good Paella," I smiled cheekily. I know she'll drool just by the sound of it. It's one of our favorites. "Really?" she exclaimed looking excited. Now we're talking. "Yep. I think the place called EL Pote Espanyol," I recalled, my smile never left my face. "I heard that from Alex, but we didn't get a chance to go there," she uttered with a low voice. There again that said look. "Are you OK?" I can't contain my curiosity anymore. "Yeah," she confirmed, but with no conviction. She doesn't look like she

"Whew! HOT LEGS!" I look at her, then glared. "Stop messing with me!" I snapped. "Hey, I mean it. Your legs are killers, Ali! I wish I had those too," She remarked. "I may be taller than you, but you still have long legs as well, Lucy." "Well, thank you Al. You sure know how to make me happy!" She exaggerated as she rolled her eyes. "I'm serious Lu.!" but she just shrugged. As soon as we got to the restaurant, I texted Stav. To let him know we decided to have lunch at the Spanish restaurant. He responded immediately. And, he just told me not to talk to that waiter. "Great!" I mumbled. He is really something!. Grrrrrrr...... "Hey, what's up?" Lucy asked. She noticed my mood changed. "That ass just told me not to talk to the waiter here who served us before! He's really driving me crazy!" I huffed. "Table for two," Lucy said to the host. Lucy followed the lady to one of the tables in a corner overlooking the busy street from the glass window. I was trailing behind them as I

I brushed my hair neatly while whistling with rhythm. I put on a white, long-sleeve shirt with the rolled up sleeve. Two buttons were undone and paired it with black pants. Tucked the shirt in and topped it with a black leather jacket. I wore my silver sleek watch. I checked the time its 8 PM. I stuffed my phone in my pocket and made my way out of the house. Taylor is busy wiping the windshield of my black BMW when I walked in the garage. "Where to Sir?" "Mailov's villa, Taylor." Been there many times so Taylor knows the place. "Which car would like to ride in Mr. Demakis?" He asked as he stopped working and stood to face me. "That BMW would do," I grinned as I skim down the black BMW I8. One of my favorites sports car. Taylor likes driving it too. He grinned when I said the BMW. "Hop in Sir," he said excitedly as he opened the car rear door. Not long, we are entering the driveway to the villa. Paparazzis are swarming outside the gate trying to get some photos on what's going

"To Stavros, and to our Old Times!!.." Nicolas proposed a toast raising his beer. Everyone raises their glasses and drinks, "To Stavros!" they said in unison. And, it made a lot of clicking sounds. I raised my beer and made a toast and hoisted my beer in my mouth and took a drink. We chatted. Dance. Non-stop drinking. And, I lost track of how much vodka's I had. Laughing with the guys. Soon, Thomas, Andrew, and another guy joined in our conversation. Reminiscing the old time. How many troubles we were into? How many girls we banged? Jeeezz..We remembered these two hot girls who go to a different school and at the same time, I and Zandros bedded. Then, they found out and they fought like a mad cow. Zandros was laughing. Don't blame us, you know we are still young and immature. We used to compete how many girls we bedded in a week. Or compete who could bed the quickest on a certain girl. Those times... Some are already making out in every corner. While Krystina was still clinging l

Krystina's POV "Damn you, Stavros!" I grit out frustratedly. If he thinks he can get away from me, sure he is nuts. I'm not just someone to messed with. No other girl who can love him the way I did. I'll do anything to win him, come what may! My eyes involuntarily darted to my phone. I took like five photos of him lying naked except his boxers on. He looks completely wasted. Then, few photos of me and him together. My head leaning on his chest and other position. A ghost of a wicked smile broke out on the corner of my lips. A smile of oncoming victory. Memories of our kisses last night flooded my brain. I kissed him and he kissed me back, I was so happy. Then, he mumbled something I can't comprehend. Then, he just suddenly dozes off. Urgh ... I was so fucking horny. So, I stormed off of his room and went to Andrew's room. As soon as I entered his room that asshole wraps his hands around my waist and kissed me like there's no tomorrow. He's not bad after all. Still head over hee