The Hurricanes: After the Kiss のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 21 - チャプター 30

-Damian- Just as I open the door and as I'm about to get into the car the phone rings this time. Not a message. A phone call. I take the phone out, and answer the call. "Yes, mother?" I say without looking at the caller ID."You, are late Damian Sinclair." I exhale a huff of breath. "Mother, I have twenty minutes to spare. I'll be there soon." I get in the car and turn on the ignition closing the door. "See that you get here as fast as possible, Damian." I clench my jaw. As if there is any rush in our weekly get together. "Yes, mother." I say and hang up the call focusing on the drive to her place. The only thing that's stopping me from being a happy, unshackled man is my mother. It does not matter that I'm successful, rich, and a CEO of "Aureum Capital" a Wealth Management firm.The very company that Mark and I had built from a simple idea and with hard work. None of it matters.Because at the end of the day, I still had to be a responsible head of the Sinclair family, find

-Isabella- I was lounging on the couch in Melody’s house. She was still living in it with her parents, however they were away from the house for a month. Her parents had this weird thing within them, currently they were gone on a third honeymoon somewhere in Japan, so now Melody was home alone.That, of course, led to a smartass decision that all of the Hurricanes should drop-by and have a sleepover like the ones we used to have when we were kids. Back then it was all about painting our nails, braiding our hair and gossiping about boys. This time it was vastly different, with wine instead of juice, lounging around and talking about boys in a whole different manner. R-rated version of the sleepover. Six crazy girls in a two bedroom house is a bit much. But, hey, we'll try to make it work. Somehow...I glanced around the room as Vanessa spoke. Every single one of us had different facial expressions. Every single one cared for one of our own. In our own ways, of course. Alexandra w

-Isabella- After the Hurricanes little get together ended, we left Melody's home in the late afternoon.With the traffic and everyone driving back to the city from their weekend trips, the drive from Melody's neighborhood took longer than usual. I got to Mark and Emma's building late at night on a Sunday. I stood in front of the entrance to the building lobby, fishing through my backpack for my wallet. When I found it, I took the key card out of it and pressed it to the scanner. I scanned the key card at the entrance to the building, it let up with a soft buzz and the door opened."Isabella," Peter the doorman said in greeting when I got in, my head snapped up from my purse.He was standing, shifting from one leg to the other, as he looked at me. "Oh, Peter. Hi." I greeted him with a polite nod. I put the key card in my wallet as I walked deeper into the building toward the elevators. "Isabella... wait..." he said quickly, his hand raised as if to stop me. My stomach tightened

-Isabella-We walked to the elevator, my hand curled around his bicep. His hand was constantly brushing against his chest. He looked like a dream come true. The fact that no one was staring before, when I was walking toward his office alone five minutes ago was a thing of the past.Because, this time I felt like we were on the red carpet by the way everyone was staring at us, or more importantly at him. He would occasionally nod politely to some of his colleagues and I couldn't help but notice the respect in their gaze toward him. I knew he had a powerful energy around him. But this was a whole another level. It felt like everyone seeked his approval. Like they wanted to be in his good graces no matter what.I glanced at him and he looked at me head-on. "Nervous, Bella?" He inquired with barely concealed amusement."Why would I be nervous?" I furrowed my brows in confusion. He spun me gently to stand in front of him as we waited in front of the elevator. "You are about to have

-Isabella-When we finished with our food, he took his napkin and tapped his mouth clean before putting it back down on the table. "Are you done, Bella?" He reached into the pocket of his pants taking out his dark brown wallet. I gave him a puzzled look. "We have places to go. People to see." He said raising out of his chair and extending his hand palm up toward me. "Come on." I take his hand without a second thought and only when we're halfway down to the entrance do I remember to ask. "Where are we even going?" I murmur to him, brushing my hair behind my ear.He gives me one of his smirks that makes my stomach tighten in need and anticipation."Mark mentioned once that you majored in literature or something... Right?"His words are matter of fact, more of a statement than a question as he takes me in once again, his hungry gaze flicking over my body making heat pool low in my stomach.I should probably start controlling myself better around this man."Yes?" I state hesitantly