Semua Bab HIS TOY : Bab 51 - Bab 60

AMELIA XAVIER Sweet dreams don't last long, do they?A dream one didn't want to wake up from, but had to because then if you didn't, you'll be labeled dead or in waiting (if you're the pope — but you're not, so you'll probably be dead) I opened my eyes, yawning from having had the sweetest dream in years. I rolled to the end of the bed half expecting to rest on a body, but met with the blanket instead.This made me wonder about two things; first, how the fuck did I get here? and secondly, where the hell was Owen? But, the answer to the first question easily came, Owen probably brought me to bed after falling asleep last night. Then there was the second question. I stood from the bed stretching my hands and walking lazily out of the room. The house scented nice, like freshly made toasts, scrambled eggs and coffee. A smile formed on my lips as I moved to the dining area, my eyes caught a small note that sat beautifully on the dining table close to the coffee cup. Picking up the

AMELIA XAVIER I felt my hands trembling as I held the phone to my ear. I waited for father to speak, but he said nothing for a while which added to my anxiety. My blood pumped faster than normal, making me gasp for air and I shut my eyes to calm the tension that threatened to consume my entirety.He won't kill you, Amelia.Will he?“I saw the rumour… I believe it's a rumour, isn't it, sweetheart?” He asked, his deep voice resonating over the phone. I shuddered, but said nothing, until my brain realized that the ten seconds of silence between us meant I had to reply. “A rumour? Which rumour, daddy. The only gossip I heard was the one about… about Owen and the great sea lord sir Phillipe,” I answered. Owen cocked his head to the side and raised an eyebrow in question. I gave him a pleading eyes and waited for father to speak.“Ah! That, I put in a good word for him only because you're living with him.” It was my turn to glance at Owen. He shrugged carelessly. “Oh, I came only to v

AMELIA XAVIER When one is tasked to do something, and it becomes her responsibility, a role she's playing for the effectiveness of whatever goal it is, but then two roles conflict and it leads to stress and… I opened my eyes, Owen lay beside me, his arms around me. It made me feel safe, even though it was morning. The sun had risen, casting lazy light through the window. I could tell by the way Owen breathed, he was really stressed and of course didn't have work today.I faced him, my fingertips trailing his lips. He looked like a baby when asleep, but I knew who he really was considering we did similar business. My smile softened as I played with his tangled hair. My eyes went to his lips, they were lustful and it created devilish scenes in my head.These wild thoughts early this morning. Gawd! Kiss him. I thought, my eyes still on his lips, but when he bit his lips, I knew he was fucking awake. “I was actually waiting for you to kiss me, since you're so good at making the firs

OWEN WINTERS The deal with the Russians went well as planned, but there was another problem… but that wasn't difficult for me to handle. Lucille Gates. I sat alone at the bar when the Russians had left, partly drunk, and partly sane. Checking the time on my wrist watch, I decided that I needed to get home earlier so as not to get an earful from Amelia. No, my pumpkin. I chuckled at the thought of her reprimanding me as I stood to leave. Lucille Gates stood not too far away from me, her innocent look made me sober up a little. “Did your father invite you over?” I asked but didn't wait for a reply.“He left not too long ago and the party's over,” I said, trying so hard to stay sober, but then I felt something change in my thinking. I knew Mr Gates drugged my drink, but which kind of drug made me feel hot and in need for sex? “What do you want? Seems you're not here for a party,” I questioned, feeling my cheeks grow red. She gulped and timidly walked towards me, her hands trembl

OWEN WINTERS The business with the Russians was going quite well, and that was soothing at least, although the major problem hadn't been solved — the personal problem. I sat on my chair swivelling it in an arc pattern, my hands on my chin. The documents piled up in front of me wasn't my concern, and that was something I would do later or tell my assistant, whatever her name was to do it. My coffee must've gone cold, because the absence of steam was present, only a melted ice and a caramel colour lay motionless in the coffee mug. I hadn't spoken to father since the incident with his legitimate son. I did my own background check and terrifyingly enough, those allegations were true. Father —Mr Winters did have another life apart from the known family, and yes, his fucking son was the product of it all. But to crown it all, the dick head was to be the real heir to the house of the Winters. Something I worked for all my life. “Pathetic,” I scoffed, my fingers playing with my hair