No One Else Comes Close Mga Nobela at Kwento

Because the second I do, her son gets the chance to step in as heir, and I would rather burn this company to the ground than let that bastard take what’s mine. After a few minutes of walking, I finally stop hearing the sound of her heels behind me and sigh in relief. It takes all my effort not to snap at her, because the minute I do, I get punished. Heading for the path to the left, Theo’s voice stops me. “That isn’t the way to the meeting, young master.” “I know. I have to use the perfume again.” “Didn’t you use it already?” I glance at him. Theodore’s a beta, so he can’t smell pheromones or tell when mine are leaking. But that’s exactly why he’s safe. And why I keep him close. The laws of

It’s not over. Not even close— My entire body goes still. Outside the door. Close. Too close. Shit.

Adrian POV The house is too quiet. Not the usual kind. Not controlled.Not intentional. Just… stripped down. Like everything unnecessary has been cleared away, leaving only what matters. And right now That’s her. Lydia stands a few steps away from me, closer than before, but not close enough to touch. Not yet. There’s no one else here. No board.No pressure.No audience. No reason to perform. Which makes this… unfamiliar. Dangerous, in a way I don’t fully understand.

His whole demeanor was flat. He scooted closer to me, his crossed arms barely coming into contact with my torso. He was so close, I could see every freckle and every flaw marking his features. He was eye level with me, unlike usually when he's about three inches taller than I am. He was so close, his minty breath fanned across my face coolly. He was so close and I was speechless, heat slowly forming in my body.

“I’ll ask someone else. I’m sure Charlotte will do it with me. I just haven’t asked.” Cal takes another step closer. My heart leaps in my chest with adrenaline. He’s so close that our bodies are almost touching. It wouldn’t feel so intimate if either of us wore more clothing, but the lack of anything more than swimsuits between us makes the proximity so much…more. “I don’t want you to ask anyone else.” His words come out slow and composed until the very end, where they break off with the mention of other people. “I can’t ask you to help me.” My words come out so quietly. I’m too focused on the closeness of our bodies to form coherent thoughts.

The moment I stepped closer, he stepped away. “ Don’t come close to me …” He rolled his eyes but I wasn’t about to take No for an answer , The more I move closer the more he moved away . It turned into a ridiculous circle, both of us moving around the rink like children arguing over space. “ What is your problem today ?” I cried out while I was chasing him around the audience auditorium chair . My voice echoed louder than I intended. “ No , what is your problem ? Why do you keep trying to come close to me ? Stay back !” He stretched out his hand and as I was about to move closer to him , I missed my step.

With a low voice he said, “Nobody knows that part of me.. Of us. Didn't you notice Lily, of all people, is trying to keep a low profile?” I honestly don't really understand what he is saying but I nodded. My heart keeps on pounding, so fucking hard that I swear he can feel it against his chest where our bodies are almost touching. Is there really a need to be this close? This smell of him.. pine, rain and something uniquely him.. is so thick in the air I can barely breath, let alone think straight about what he just said or what is currently happening around us. His eyes suddenly drop from my face to my lips. And for a split second.. the world goes sinfully quiet.

Something no one, not even the Luna, could control. ---

I slow my steps and breathe deep. I do not warn anyone. I want to see who is bold enough to come closer.

When did he get that close to me? Warily, I allow him to light the cigarette for me, and allow myself to enjoy my first drag. “That stuff is going to kill you, you know?” He sounds a little amused for some reason. “Yes, well,” I let out another puff. “It can get at the back of the line.” When he doesn’t leave, I study him. “You new in town?” “Yes.” “Figured.” The silence between us is comfortable, and then he asks, “Is it normal for so many Others to gather around here?”