บททั้งหมดของ The 99 Seconds: บทที่ 1 - บทที่ 10

As she walked home under the influence of betrayal, she didn't know what to do tonight, but she didn't want to dwell on this feeling. Still, she was lost in thought. In an Arctic White Rolls-Royce Phantom, a man sat observing her every move as he drove slowly toward her. Though his face showed no emotion, his mind was running with a series of thoughts and confusion. Nevertheless, he was utterly perplexed by why a woman would brave the heavy downpour at night. As he approached her closely, his headlights cut through the darkness, illuminating the woman's small figure. For some reason he became moved to approach her, talk to her and make sure she was save. As he fought the urge to go closer he found himself driving towards her direction. He drove toward her and honked, but she seemed oblivious as he cornered her with his car, and then, suddenly, she sprang back, away from her world. As she tried to look closely at who it was, the rain did enough to prevent her from seeing. The confus

It was Friday, and she felt a thrill as she recalled the plans that her new friend and co-conspirator, Inez, had planned meticulously. The plan sounded simple yet perfect: the day together, laughing and relaxing with her friends. The group hoped to spend the afternoon lounging about, sharing stories and trading jokes. The day before, they prayed that Cassandra would not be summoned to the office during their date, even though it was her day off. Cassandra’s phone rang, and the caller ID read Inez. She smiled, tapping on the green side of her screen. "Hey, Inez,” "How are you, girl? She cried cheerfully. “I am so happy that we finally have this chance to get to be together after all these years, she jokes. “I belong to you forever,” Cassandra said playfully, laughing. “Everything is ready and set?, Inez asked “Yes, captain,” she said, a laughter bubbling in her voice. “Anything missing? “Just your presence,” Cassandra confessed, and they both broke into laughter.

The sound of her voice kept repeating itself in his tired and overwhelmed brain and made him reconsider the decision of setting her free. He folded his arm around her waist and kissed her lips willingly, deepening the kiss. His hands found her, and one second turned into a minute, two, with the kiss growing deeper, their bodies stripped of all defenses. She moaned, and her body craved more of him. She succumbed to him, her body yielding as he explored. His hands had more to say than his mouth. Her body craved more of this enigmatic man. As the sound of her moan traveled straight to his ear, the rising of sudden hunger and desire arose within him, and the sound drove him wild. He went away from her, looking down at her with sundry emotions. His mind was filled with so many unanswered questions. He couldn't believe he was seeing her again. I thought since he didn't believe in fate from the start, it was the way of paying him back for his unbelief. Dimitri Jenkins sensed the sli

“ Why, Inez blurted. “Well…because I was embarrassed.” “Is he cute? Is he fine, like smokey hot? What does he look like? Inez bombarded Cassandra with questions that she had to stop her halfway. “He is hot, she admitted sheepishly. “Really? And they both giggled. Their conversation took another turn when Cassandra started describing the man and his features. Since she didn't know the man’s name, she could only address him as Mr. They laughed and giggled, trying to forget their last night's experience, but a topic came and a brand new story started afresh. … Somewhere in Dimitri’s world, he was already awake and greeted with an empty bed. He sat up, resting his back on the bed rest, looking beside him, the only reason anyone would believe he was accompanied last night was the rumple beside the bed and a strange strand of hair that was longer than his. Her scent still lingers even though she has been gone for a while. He was able to sleep so soundly last night; this was

The drive to his condo was a quiet one, with only the noise from the busy road and the horns of other vehicles taking over. Soon they arrived at his condo, parking in the garage, he highlighted. His movement was swift and steady as he reached inside. Mrs Isla Walker, his chef, approached him midway up the stairs, “A mail came for you,” she said softly, informing him. “Send it to my study, " he said quickly before ascending the stairs. She went back to the kitchen, preparing the food on the menu for the day. Mrs Isla was the only one who prepared his food right from time immemorial and she knows what he likes and does not. She was his father's chef before he took her as his own and she willingly followed. Right from when he was a boy, very innocent and young, had not a dealing with the Bratha at that time she was his everything. Just like his mother was until they killed her and his smiles away. His mother was killed as a punishment for his father's negligence, but who