Romans & histoires Enzo And Caroline

Only the endless ocean and hope. I was truly free. One night in February, I was working late. The office building in Beverly Hills was deserted. The elevator descended to the underground garage. The moment the doors opened, I saw a familiar figure. Enzo. He was leaning against a black Mercedes S600, wearing a dark cashmere coat. He looked more haggard than I'd ever seen him. Dark circles bruised the skin under his eyes, and a rough stubble shadowed his jaw. The menace, however, was sharper than ever.

Patricia addressed the man, shocking me even more. The stranger I had a one-night stand with was Alpha Enzo, and he was also my mate. But why was he so stoic? I wondered how he could remain calm and collected in this situation. Wasn't he feeling the mate bond as I was? Why wasn't he shocked to see me? Didn't he remember me?

"There’s a difference. Lawrence wanted a reaction. Instead, you held the line. You gave him Section Four." Bianca took a slow sip of tea, letting the warmth settle in her hands. Enzo adjusted the air conditioner, then reached across the console and placed his jacket over her lap. As he leaned in briefly, his cologne, sandalwood and cedar, drifted past her. Bianca sat back, the jacket still warm around her shoulders, listening to the steady hum of the engine. For a moment, the car felt quiet. Then her phone started vibrating in her lap, with a flood of notifications.

Not far away, Louis looked in the direction of the two and slightly raised his eyebrows. Triston turned around to take a look, and snickered: "Louis, Jaylyn, do you all feel that Rolando and Teacher Carina are perfect for each other?" Louis looked at Jaylyn. There was a sense of loss in her eyes. She lifted the teacup, took a sip of tea, and pursed her lips: "Mn, Carina, and Rolando are really sweet. It is a perfect match." Louis lifted the cup of water and took a sip, "I think so."

Enzo and the guy from the car starts walking over to me, great. "He's nice, just hard to dig to the niceness sometimes." Enzo says. "This is my brother, Carlo." "We met. What's Mr Diaz like out of work?" They both look at each other and then at me. "He's never really 'out of work'." Carlo says confusing me. "I think I hear birds, um we have to go." Enzo says before dragging Carlo with him. What is he on? I turn around to see where they're going but they've already disappeared off into the crowd.

Enzo took small steps to reach Josh and held her close. Caroline smiled at them with happy tears to see them enclosed in their love bubble that they didn't care about anything and anyone else. —--- Chelsea finished her work quickly and rushed to help Caroline in the kitchen. With Josh and Chelsea in the home with them, Caroline made lots of food. And as long as it took to prepare it, it was gone in minutes. Josh was discussing his plan about the engagement ceremony, the venue and guest list while Enzo was feeding him with food, ignoring the whistles and his friends who were busy cracking jokes at them.

That misconception was once again crushed as he spoke. "Dove," Enzo said, my cringe nickname peeling right off of his lips. He waved his hand towards the chair right opposite him across the table, telling me what to do without wasting words on it. I sat quickly, and his eyes were immediately all over me. He was about to speak, but I cut in first before he could. "Where is Carlos? What did you do to him?" Enzo chuckled, spreading his palms over the table in front of him. "I invite you to take a look at my breathtaking conservatory and yet no comments, nothing? Some of the flowers here are even imported, and you don't even care enough to show polite interest."

He looks at Ethan and Aria who look so adorable together and Ethan of course introduces her to his old friends. Enzo was drinking alone and one of his exes came—his first time and of course—he was her first as well. She looks professional and seductive but he has no interest in anyone again. Maybe he has to get laid but if it wasn't Catriona—he won't have an appetite for it.

Their eyes met, fire clashing with ice, a storm neither could survive. “You’re mine, Sherry.” “Not if I cost you everything.” “You already have,” he said, raw, unflinching. “And I would do it again.” The car stopped at a red light. The world outside blurred in streaks of neon and rain. Neither of them moved until Sherry did. She shifted, straddling him in one motion. Her coat fell open, revealing no bra, no pretense, only fire. Enzo’s hands found her hips like he had been starved of air, his breath breaking as her lips crushed against his. Their mouths met in something too fierce to be called romance. It was war.

I open my mouth to change the subject, Caroline looks over my shoulder with a smirk on her face. I don’t even have to look to know who it is. Renzo. His presence made oxygen rearrange itself. “Amore,” he said when he reached me, smooth but darker at the edges. His eyes did not come to me first. They locked on Caroline. Caroline, who only smiled sweetly. “Renzo,” she said, unflinching. “I was keeping her company. She seemed… lonely.” Renzo’s jaw tightened, slow, deliberate. Stormcloud eyes slid over me, tracing the neckline of my dress with possessive weight, before they cut back to her. He gives her a firm nod.