Semua Bab Belonging to my Fiancé’s Dad: Bab 31 - Bab 40

MARIAMy eyes flipped open, horror crept into my skin as my mind played over and over, recalling how I fell, how the rock rolled and fell on my hand. I thought I was going to die, I thought it was the end of me, I thought no one was going to come for me until I heard him howl, yanking me out of my unconsciousness. I was weak and scared; I heard him call my name with fear creeping into his voice.I was weak, tired, in pain but I knew I had to answer him, even if it was a whisper, I knew I had to answer him and I did. He came to me, hugged me, held me and I swore I heard him whimper before I fainted in his arms.And now, awake, in my room in the villa. But something wasn’t right, I wasn’t in pain. I had the power to heal myself but not so much that I didn’t wake up to a headache or muscle pull or something.I was completely healed as though I never even fell.I tried to get off the bed when I noticed another person was on the bed with me. I turned my head to see Declan lying next to me,

MARIA 18 years old “Maria, this is so much fun!” Cara cheered as we stood in front of the mirror room in our dance class in college. “I am so glad you convinced me to take this class.” “I am so glad I took the class,” I said to her. I didn't want to, considering that I had to work to provide for myself and Chloe but Cara insisted that I take an activity in school, a fun one to blow off steam. And here I was standing in front of a dance class. One of the best decisions I made that I never regretted even though it gave me less time to work and read for school. And here I am eight years later, on the dance floor with the man who makes my heart beat and run like a moving train. I am so glad Cara convinced me to take the dance class because thanks to that dance class I can rub against Declan’s body with so many people watching us. His wide hand held mine, our bodies moving at the same rhythm like we had already rehearsed together. I lifted my knee, clinging to him, our faces one inch a

DECLAN Nothing turns a man on more than permission from the woman to do as he pleases. As Maria rested her head on my bare chest as we watched the new episode of her favorite series, I tried not to think about what she went through that night. The fact that that bastard touched her, I should have cut off his hands first, to make sure he never touches a woman again. Maria's laugh yanked me out of my thoughts, my eyes roamed all over her. She is beautiful, very beautiful, especially while leaning on me like she owns me. She might owe me. The last time I killed a man on impulse was years ago and I regretted it but nothing would make me regret this one. “See, I told you the guy would cheat on her, it was obvious. His eyes are everywhere.” Maria snapped, “Such a douche.” Hmm, she said she wanted to watch to relax, I don’t think she is relaxing right now, she is all tense, mad at the love interest of the female protagonist of the series. “She loves him, when you love someone you fai

Maria One month later. “Maria, this is insane, are you sure you want to do this?” Cara followed me out of her apartment which I moved into, a month ago after Declan kicked me out, more like I kicked myself out because he was being a dick. Fuck men! They are all the same. “Yes.” I smiled. “Stop smiling, Maria, nothing about this is funny.” She scolded yet I could see the worry and concern that settled on her face as she stood outside, her finger dug into her hair, her eyes scanning my every move like she had been doing for the past month, making sure I did nothing stupid. The last four weeks have been hard, I cried more times than I did when Jason cheated with Chloe, I guess I love Declan more than I even realized because it freaking hurt and I was broken. Cara saw firsthand the impact of the breakup… I don’t think the word to use is breakup because we were never anything in the first place. She stepped forward, placing her hands on my shoulder, “Baby, please let’s go inside. Yo

Maria I am not sure I heard him right, I think my mind is creating a fake conversation because there is no way in any world that Declan just fired me. “Excuse me?” I said, tilting my head. “You heard me.” “I didn’t.” “You didn’t hear what I said?” “No, sir, I’m not sure I did, do you mind repeating yourself?” I insisted, glaring at him, waiting for him to repeat himself. Instead, he leaned into his chair, his eyes settled on me, drawing all over me. God, the way he looks at me is so… stop! Stop it! Maria, this man hurt you! Kicked you out like you were garbage, turned his back on you for no good reason at all. “What are you doing here, Maria?” his voice is low, surrendered. “Work,” I answered, not paying attention to how his eyes glinted as they found mine, how his finger danced on the arm of the chair, and how his chest rose and fell. My throat bobbed.“There are over fifty companies in this country, Pancake… I mean… Maria, you could have gone to anyone.” He purred. “I ap