Hi3 Sirin Novels & Stories

I tell him. Sinclair smiles and pulls me by the waist, pressing my chest against his. "Heather is just a friend. I haven't been with any other woman since we had sex. You may not believe me, but it's the truth, Little Greene. You've slithered into my head, and I can't get you off. These past days have been hell without you. " He assures, and I try to hold back the excitement that floods through me at his words, but languishes miserably.

What's wrong with Shin? * To Be Continued *

The bartender looks at me and raises his brow in question. "I met him upstairs, I just want to know his name. That's all." I says and he nodded. "They're many here, but blue eyes?" He thinks hard. "Deep blue eyes and pointed nose, and dark hair, very dark and chiselled jaw like a Greek statue." I butt in and bit my lips when I realize what I was doing. How could I have known all these from just those minutes we stood there? "Uhmm." He looks at me weirdly and then smiles. "That would probably be Mr Grey you're talking about. With that description, you're talking about him. Our No. 1 VVIP. He stays upstairs." The bartender says with a look and winks at me.

Three Months Later: Bangkok ****************************** "Ahh...Siri..," Pai moaned as Siri bit and suckled at his sensitive collar bone. The older man was clutching and pulling at Siri's shirt, in what looked like an attempt to unbutton it. However, with the ministrations of Siri's talented mouth, Pai felt unable to do anything, except melt in the strong arms of the man he truly loved.

'Oh to wo hathi or bhens to mujhe Armeen ne bola tha, Haina? ( Oh so the one calling me name was Armeen right?) As it dawned upon her, she gasped. Us Hira ko to chorungi nahi. She thought. But then she played it cool. ' bola hoga, mujhe Kiya pata. Or wese bhi Sach karwa hi hota hai, chahe kisi ne bhi bola ho'. ( Maybe she said that, and anyways truth is always bitter, whether it's coming from a stranger).