Angela X Tom Novels & Stories

:⁠-⁠$ Xavier what are you about to do with your Angel? ser feliz 🌹

The man turned to look at Angelina who was quiet the whole time. “ And…is she your wife?” He asked,making Angelina choke on the drink. “ Angelina,meet Kante. He's an old friend.” “ Kante,meet Angelina.” Xavier introduced the two to each other and they shook hands. “ Do you mind if I talk to him for a minute?”Kante asked Angelina, “ Sure,go ahead.” She said with a smile. Kante and Xavier walked away to have some privacy, leaving Angelina who was still sipping on her drink.

She answered right back as if it was fixed on the tip of her tongue. "Who?" Laurent asked. He didn't sound curious to her, almost demanding. "What?" Laurent stood up, an inch distance between them, she backed up. Slowly he lifted his hands up and his shirt came off leaving his upper body fully bare on display for her to see. "Was it Michael? Let me inform you that I'm much better than him, physically as well as mentaly. Your ex boyfriend is bonkers and lanky." He bragged, he had no intention of comparing himself to the Angel he hated most and neither did he want to show himself as a better option but he did it anyway.

Angeline's voice grew increasingly cold as she said, "I met Tom three months after giving birth to Xavier and Yasmine. It was around that time I promised to help him avenge his sister. "I couldn't foresee the future and knew beforehand that you had a childhood sweetheart named Melissa. So, it's impossible that I'd get involved with Tom early on just to compete with your dear Melissa! "Sean, I had never stopped to argue with Ingrid even when she was standing before me, let alone someone like Melissa."

When I open my eyes, Greg looks at me with sad eyes and nods, “You did.” “He is giving you time. Waiting for you to be ready. I promise you; he is holding back his on desires waiting for you to come around. How he has so much restraint and control, I will never know,” he says and shakes his head at me. “Are you sure?” I ask. Greg smiles softly at me and whispers, “I’m more than sure.” I step forward and wrap my arms around his waist and squeeze. “Thank you, Greg. Thank you for coming to see me, for listening to me, and for telling me what I need to hear even if it was a bit harsh.” I giggle at the end of my sentence and step back from him. “Anytime, Angel. I’ve missed you too. I was afraid y