All Chapters of His After One Night: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

CarrieI don’t think I’ll ever forget the feeling that came with Alessandro’s impassioned touches.It was already the next day. I woke up to a bright afternoon and could still feel the sparkling effect of his erotic torture all over me.Since I experienced something similar in our one-night stand, I'm now wondering if Alessandro is one of those men who are rumoured to be monsters in bed, the type that seems calm until they take you to their room.If that’s the case, I think I might be in bigger trouble than I thought.I know for a fact that just as I cherish the little moment Alessandro and I spent when we first met, my body will soon start to demand more of the sensual danger it faced yesterday. I can tell that more is coming.I'll soon find out more about Alessandro Valante. I know he's hiding something and choosing to slowly expose the layers of his existence to me. Since I'm stuck in this place, I'll have no choice but to flow with his reveal and perhaps I'll even give myself to

Carrie“You ran away, didn’t you?” Gary asked once he made sure that the blanket around me was well tucked.It turned out he was able to get a small house in the town. And he rested there after days of observing the mansion Alessandro took me to.I wasn't sure what to think when Gary told me that ever since I got married, he hadn't stopped guarding me.While washing my feet and applying ointment, he expressed his sorrow for not saving me from Layla, and I wondered whether to thank him or to lash out at him for risking his life.I watched as Gary sank into the chair next to the single bed I was resting on, our eyes met, and while I managed a little smile, I figured that I wanted to apologise to him. He has been stuck with someone like me for years, and now he has to go to these crazy lengths to protect me.“Carrie, that house…” Gary continued with his questions. “Something weird is going on in that place. I haven't gotten the golden chance to investigate.”“I saw something I shouldn’t

Carrie“Of course…” He got up and leaned against the wall next to the bed. From that angle, he watched me without blinking, his protruding throat coming into focus as he said, “I am a devil.”I ignored the depth of his voice and replied, “Thank goodness you know.”“But, Miss Edwards…” A tsk sound escaped him, and he eased his posture.And with a gentle glide of his eyes to his fingers whose knuckles seemed to be newly tattooed with letters I could barely make out, he said, “That can only mean that you are pregnant for a devil.”My laugh was loud, short and barely a laugh. And I took two steps back when I saw that his towering build was approaching.“My child and I will move far away from you. I will make sure of it,” I managed to say.“Miss Edwards…” He was getting close, so close that he overpowered my senses. “I told you, didn’t I? Nobody makes decisions for me.”“I… I…”“But I have to say that I’m disappointed, Miss Edwards.”He was now so close that escape became harder for me.“A

CarrieHis brows cocked smugly. “That was what? Were you intending to push me away that day?”“I always mean to push you away. You are a very terrible person.”“If that’s what you think, why did you choose me?”“Choose you?”He gestured at the door. “You could have chosen that man. Why did you choose to stay with me?”My back pressed against the wall, and I felt the frustration stored in my soul attempting to leak out of my lips.“You would have killed him, Alessandro,” I tiredly replied. “You are the kind of person that would kill just because someone doesn’t do what you say.”“Well…” He was entirely unfazed by the words I spoke. He was even almost smiling as he pondered my words. “You are half right. I am that kind of person. If there’s a valid reason to do it, I won’t hesitate to kill.”My breath grew shaky. My fear finally made an appearance. My hands went behind me, and I pressed their prints on the hardness of the wall.Then, I whispered, “I don’t want to do this anymore. I don’

Carrie“We need to visit the hospital as soon as possible,” he said. “I don’t want the stress of the past few days to get to you.”“That’s a good idea.”“Finish eating before you speak,” he briskly spoke, and with an unexpected lean, his finger brushed the side of my mouth to wipe the creamy feeling I was just about to get rid of.Startled by that, some of my senses rolled into slow mode. And as I blinked at him, the way he returned my stare made me think he was trying to figure out a way to touch me again.With an awkward cough, I looked away and returned to eating.“You also need a new phone,” he continued after wiping his hand with a tissue he viciously dragged out of the tissue box settled between us. “I know it feels like you are starting your life all over again but-”“I need a job too,” I piped in.“A job?”“Why?” I smirked at him, but he retained his stoic expression. “Are you one of the men that think women only need to take care of the home?”“I am more concerned about you s