Novel & Cerita Amirah Dyme

But that was hard, seeing as she just sat there looking out of space. Camila Brinx was indeed a fine and beautiful young woman, she was a role model to many girls and women, they aspired to have her calm and collected mindset. I've heard many girls discussing how beautiful she was and how much they admired the way she talked and carried herself. She was indeed remarkable, she has a light six pack and a beautiful hour glassed shape, not to mention her moisturized curly brunette hair.

Finally she smiled at me and then forward, Sarah placed her bag in the chair that I was offering her a while ago. She reached behind me and started to arrange the pillows for me, I leaned forward trying to give her some space. Though my back hurt I didn't say a thing at all and tried to be patient was her, after all the way she was acting was new but as Amelia Rose I love taking advantage of people's care. "Thanks " I said leaning back against the comfortable pillows after she had finished. Sarah Hilton looked at me then took her hand bag off the stool before looking at me again " it's nothing, am actually glad that you did let me do that. Am going now "

I was more determined than that though, I'd go all night if I had too. It was 3 am and Max was passed out on the sofa. Still no sign of a single Megestanis, but I had found Postestas Loren's mate. Her name was written as Donatia Chiaramonti Loren and unlike every other name, it was in red ink. Her birth date, April 16th 44 AD, was also in red. "Max , wake up," I said. "Bloody hell, Max! I said wake up!" I repeated after he didn't reply.

I yelled, pulling myself from the mattress to the headboard. My inner wolf was beckoning on me to run, not see him as my mate. "I-I'm looking for Damon! I need to see Damon!" The smile disappeared from his face, going cold completely. He froze, his hand hanging in the air. The heat rose in the room, and I felt it set on me. "Damon?" he repeated, his voice soft in a strange way. "The Alpha who rejected you? Is that your first thought after giving birth to my children?" His sudden rage overwhelmed him. The power aura rolling off him was thick, and I felt like I was suffocating.

The bed went quiet, save for her trying to catch her breath. Damir headed straight for the bath chamber, the sound of the water cutting through the room like a blade. When he stepped back out, steam clinging to his broad, scarred shoulders, he found the woman, his sex mistress, Amira, scrambling to pull on her clothes. Her hands shook as she fumbled with her heels, her hair a bird's nest against her flushed skin. "I'm....leaving, Alpha," she murmured, her eyes glued to the floor. She knew the rules. She didn't linger, and she damn sure didn't use his bath chamber.

he reprimanded with a hint of concern lacing on his voice. “No worries, Fin.” Amira waved her hand in the air in a casual manner. “I prefer to die in illness than having an accident and die miserably...” she smiled faintly at her loyal employee and finally took her model-like steps towards the main door. Her hips swayed like a seductive serpent and butler Fin was amazed by it. He could only shake his head in silence as he walked back to his current position. His madam is like a fine wine. The more she aged the more she looked brilliant!

“ Who was that ? “ asked Alex with an annoyed tone . “ Oh , it was Seth . A friend of mine and my brother . He works with us as well and is the general manager of all the IT departments of the Caddel companies . He is a good guy . My favorite singer happens to be here in the town and is holding a concert at a special VIP bar in this city called Stars . After all the drama that happened today , I need to go out and clear my mind for tomorrow’s battle . “ said Amra . “ Tomorrow’s battle ? “ asked Alex confused . “ I am sure that someone has been putting strange ideas in the head of my mother about Ayla . She is a sweet woman who wouldn’t wrong anyone . If she has that attitude with Ayla then s

Ariella’s POV. I watched the footage three times. Each frame etched deeper into my mind, Damon in a dimly lit suite, shirt undone, a woman in red tracing his jaw, her voice low, seductive. Her name was Amira Caine, international consultant and former intelligence asset. I knew the face. The voice. The agenda. She wasn’t there for sex. She was there for leverage. I didn’t rage. I calculated. I replayed their exchange, isolating the audio.

But she was curious enough to go. She also needed to talk to Amira. She scrolled through her contacts until she found the number they had exchanged over lunch. She pressed the call It rang twice before a professional voice answered. "Hello, Miss Amira's assistant speaking. Miss Amira is unavailable at the moment." "Could you let her know it's Damien's wife calling please." A brief pause, muffled movement on the other end. Then footsteps and a quiet exchange Elena waited patiently. Amira's voice came on the line. "Hey Elena. What do I owe to this sudden call."