All Chapters of A Scandal With Mr. Nightwood: Chapter 131 - Chapter 140

Kristine led me to the terrace, the moonlight casting on us to create an ethereal moment, to share an unforgettable kiss I would engrave in my core, the most beautiful moment of my life. “You promise, Zayne. I am 18 tonight.” Kristine insisted, her fingers clutching around my shirt, inducing an exquisite sensation.Our heartbeats were moving in sync, I couldn’t help but to sway in the moment, holding her wrist gentle, staring keenly at the desperate woman. “Were you waiting this badly for me?”She nodded hastily, closing the gap between us, “More than you can imagine. Kiss me. You promised you would.”“I don’t think we…”Her patience was at her limit. Shutting her eyes, she whisper-yelled, unable to control her magnifying desire.“I don’t care about our status, dammit! I want you! I want the man I love to kiss me! Just kiss me, please…!” “You asked for it.” Sighing in defeat, I knew I had promised and she was 18 finally, plus our growing longing for each other hand became unendura

KRISTINE’S POV*********************Happy birthday to me.I slipped out of my room and moved silently through the dark corridors.My ‘gift’ was waiting for me and I needed that more than I could realize. I didn’t care about anything tonight except him.Zayne’s door was already slightly open. He was waiting for me with the same intensity as mine. The second I entered the room, his hand came from the side, locking the door so nobody could interrupt us.“Happy birthday my dear Kristine. Happy birthday to you…” He began to sing in a musical tone, his exquisite blue eyes observing my night robe hungrily.He tugged a strand behind my ear before leading down and capturing my lips with his talented ones. I smiled, kissing him back hopelessly.My heart rate rose. Excitement was building in my body. The knot of lust was too much. I fucking needed Zayne. He had become essential to my breaths.“My birthday gift, Zayne,” I whispered against his lips, my fingers already sliding into his hair,

THIRD POV***************After being unconscious for three days, Krisitne woke up with a burning fever and barely enough strength to stand on her feet.Dorian was beside her. Changing towels on her forehead. His condition was a mess, his messy sleeves roughly rolled upward. Massaging her feet to help her body recover.She gasped, regaining her senses as what happened struck her harder than any blow. “Do-Dorian, What.. What happened?”“Kristine, relax…” He whispered, sitting beside her and holding her burning palm, rubbing it. “Do-Dorian, Dad.. he… he.. Was.. I didn’t know what else to do… I don’t know… What took over me…” Kristine started to panic, tears streaming from the corner.Dorian held her face, uncertain what to do to reduce the sting of her soul.“I heard what happened. You don’t have to worry about anything. I will take care of it.”“Zayne…? Where is Zayne? I—I need to see him…” She whimpered, trying to move, but her head throbbing violently, dying to see him, but he held

After regaining my memories, a void had settled on my core. My eyes were empty, staring into nothingness for hours. A blankness had consumed me where I had no idea what to do or what to speak. Everything was just… hollow.What should I do? What should I say?Breathing had become a burden, I stayed fazed for hours until someone called out.“Madam?”“Huh? What?”Blinking, I realized I had been in the same position for quite a while, leaving all my work undone as well.“The files… they need your signature.” “What were these for again?” I asked. The authority in my tone was gone. I couldn’t maintain my frontage as a boss either.“For the collaboration with the Hoteliers for our new collection launch. The event is in two months. We had to start right away.” She explained, baffled. How could I forget about such an important collaboration for my brand?Sighing, I shook my head, signing the papers, “Right… right.”“Are you alright, Ma’am?” She asked worriedly.“I don’t know…” I rubbed my t

ZAYNE’S POV******************With my heart at cloud-nine, and a never-ending grin, I was with Kieran. In his strip club, as this man had nowhere else to be at.We were in the VIP lounge, a dancer was giving this fuckboy a lap dance. His hand printed on her ass, gripping it while I had to keep my eyes locked on the table.Suddenly, the tables were ‘very’ intriguing. “How does it feel, Bro?”“Hmm?” “You are no longer Dorian’s Dog or a Hunter. You are no longer bound to any shackles. You are… hers. Finally, hers.” He teased me.Letting out a snicker as the sloppy sound of the kiss made me feel disgusted. I had no interest in the temptation he had been constantly trying to force on me. He pulled away, releasing a breathless laughter, “Annnnd, I was right all this time. You really did love her.”“Yes, Kieran. I did.” I smiled sincerely, tracing my index finger over my bottom lips with pure intent to worship the lips I kissed. He slowly relaxed, giving the girl two taps– Where? I didn