His mouth is hovering over my ear when I hear his husky voice again. "You want that, don't you?" "Yes." I don't know whose voice I hear, but it sounds nothing like mine-it's that of a desperate woman. "There's no reason you have to be in my bed for me to make you come. "He takes his hand out of the back of my dress, I feel it slide around my waist down towards the spot where I want his touch most. I pant with anticipation...
"I am sick and tired of being on this plane. The four-hour eight minutes flight from London to Santa Cruz de la Palma was fine. The layover was tolerable, thanks to the airport bar. But sitting for too long is becoming more and more unbearable with each passing minute.
I try to calculate how much longer it is until we land our destination. My exhaustion makes it difficult for me to do the simple equation in my head, but it looks like it's still almost two hours until I will feel solid ground beneath my feet again. I sigh and told myself to be patient. I've made it this far. I can take another two hours. I mean, I don't really have a choice at this point, right?
I look at my best friend sleeping in the seat next to me and I'm irritated. Kim has slept most of the flight, leaving me to entertain myself. She offered to share her Valium, but I declined, certain I wouldn't need it. Wrong.
I climb over Kim to take a walk up and down the aisle to stretch my legs, which helps me feel better. Upon returning to my seat "I decide reading will help pass the time, so I grab my e-reader and pick up where I stopped on the slutmance I'd started earlier. Only at chapter six and of course, the woman is in love with the hot new guy but is in denial. How typical?
Chapter twelve is winding down when the pilot announces that we'll be landing in ten minutes. Kim doesn't stir, so I put my naughty tale away and nudge her, knowing it will take the next ten minutes to get her out of her drug-induced slumber.
"Wake up, Kim. We're almost in spain." "She barely stirs so I nudge her again. "Kim. Get up. We're in spain. You need to get buckled for the landing."
She lifts her head and stares at me with unfocused eyes. She straightens in her seat and takes a moment to get her bearings. "Wow, that went faster than I expected."
"I guess so since you were in a freakin' coma. It was the longest thirteen hours of my life. I didn't sleep a wink the whole flight because I was too busy wondering if we were going to end up being shark food." That came out a little pissier than I'd intended.
"Well, there's no reason to be miserable when you don't have to be. You should've taken a happy pill and then maybe you wouldn't be so cranky right now." She won't have to offer twice on the flight home three months from now. Lesson learned.
Buckled into my seat, I squeeze my eyes as the plane's wheels screech against pavement. Our fellow passengers erupt into cheer and clapping when we're safely on the ground. I'm not the only one glad to be getting off this plane.
We collect our three months' worth of luggage and take a seat in the terminal to wait for our last flight. With an hour layover, I decide to visit the airport bar. "I'm gonna grab a much-needed and well-deserved toddy."
Kim's phone rings and I recognize her step brother's ringtone. Before she answers, she gives me a warning. "Be back in thirty minutes or I'm sending security for you." I don't reply in words but make sure she sees the hand gesture I have for her.
The airport bar isn't far from our terminal and I plop down on a stool. "What can I get you?" I might not be able to tell by my surroundings, but I know a Spanish when I hear his accent.
"I'd like something from a local brewery. I tend to favor lighter flavors." He serves me a pale ale from a brewery. It's stout, but good.
I sit at the bar enjoying my ale. The bartender doesn't try to talk about where I'm from or where I'm heading. He appears to be in his fifties, so I can only assume he's heard more shit than he'd like over the years and thus isn't interested in mine. Works fine for me.
When I finish, I go back to where Kim is guarding our huge pile of luggage. "Was Max calling to check on us?" I asked
"Yeah. He was making sure our flight was running on time. I told him to expect us to arrive around three. He said he's bringing a friend to help with our luggage." She answered.
I see how many bags we have and I swear we look like a traveling band of gypsies. Most of it belonged to Kim's, but I have my fair share-there's no way to pack lightly for a three-month stay. "That's not a bad idea."
"He's my step brother. He knows how high maintenance I am." I sit and prop my feet on the suitcase in front of me. "He didn't say it, but he's really excited to meet you."
He's really excited to meet me???. This is a huge red flag. I hope she isn't thinking of playing matchmaker." I said to myself "Don't you dare even think about encouraging him." I'm not interested in dating anyone right now. She knows this better than anyone. This whole Spain gig is about getting away from all that shit, not finding another pile of it.
"He hasn't dated many ladies while he's lived here. I'm just saying you shouldn't be surprised if he tries to start something with you." Kim said
Oh, hell no. We're not even there yet and she's already trying to hook us up. "It's not happening, Kim."
"You'll be living in the same apartment with him for the next three months. Who knows what could happen?"
Okay. Now, I'm getting pissed because it feels like I'm being ambushed. "I might not know what will happen, but I know what won't, so forget it."
"Fine, fine, I won't mention it again. Max wants to take us out tonight, but I know you haven't slept much. I told him you might not feel like it."
"Maybe I'll feel up to it if I can catch a power nap on the flight.
"This time it'Kim nudging me when our flight is preparing to land. Bella , Wake up. We're finally here."
I sit up and fluff my long black hair. I look terrible when it's flat and I'm sure it's lying against my head after my nap.
I couldn't have slept more than forty minutes, but I welcome the overall refreshed feeling it brings-except for my mouth. The combination of mouth breathing, beer drinking, and lack of oral hygiene during our travels has skunked things up. I don't want to meet Kim's step brother for the first time and have him question which end is my face. "I need some gum. Do you have any on you?"
Kim reaches into her purse and holds out the lime-green pack in my direction. "Doublemint work for you?"
I take two pieces because I'm fairly certain it's going to take two shots of Doublemint to do the job. "Thanks."
"We walk out of the jet bridge with our carry-ons and I see two great-looking guys standing in the terminal watching the disembarking passengers. I know Max as soon as I see him. I could pick him out of a crowd anywhere, even if I'd never seen his picture. There's no way to miss him; he's the perfect male version of Kim. His blond hair is darker than hers (her monthly date with the hairdresser helps those playful highlights). Their olive skin presents a striking contrast with their light hair. He is stunning, just like his sister, but in a masculine way. It's too bad I'm not interested in dating because he is hot.
He puts his arms around his step sister's middle and squeezes as he lifts her from the floor and spins several times.
"I can't believe my little step sister has come all this way to see me." He lowers her feet to the floor and looks at me.
"And you must be Bella."
"Indeed I am." Kim and I have been best friends since we met our freshman year at Tennessee, but my path has always failed to cross Max's for one reason or another . Now that we're meeting after 5years, I am not sure if I should "extend my hand for a shake or lift my arms for a hug, so I wait for his cue. He goes for the hug.
"It's good to meet you, Bella. I've been hearing about you for years, so I feel like I already know you."
"I hope my best friend hasn't ruined your opinion of me."
"Never." His crooked grin shows off one of his deep dimples. It's not a friendly nice to meet you smile. He's flirting with me already, so I'm wondering what my good pal might have told him. Kim clears her throat.
"Are you going to introduce us to your friend?"
The vibe I'm getting from Max makes me uncomfortable, so I'm happy to shift my focus from him to his buddy. Cross is tall with an athletic build. His dark hair is buzzed close to his scalp except for the spiked tuft on top, and long, sooty lashes frame his almost-black eyes. He's wearing a fitted black T-shirt and I spy the tribal art tat wrapping around his bicep. His whole exterior screams trouble and that means one thing: my bad-boy-loving pal is going to be all over him." I would bet
"He offers his hand to Kim first.
"It's very nice to meet you."
Oh, swoon. I'm not into guys like him, but I could listen to his smooth Spanish accent all day.
I think I hear a sigh from Kim, and I know she's thinking the same thing.
"It's great to meet you. Love your accent."
He offers his hand to me, but not his attention-that still belongs to Kim. "I hope your trip has been a pleasant one."
The trip here wasn't a damn bit pleasant, but it's rude to complain to someone I've just met. Kim replies, so I'm neither forced to lie nor complain because she is eager to keep Mr. Dark and Handsome's attention. "We had a super trip."
After a devastating divorce with the man she had been married to for over three years, Rachel thought her life was over. Her family disowned her, they wanted nothing to do with her anymore and she couldn't blame them. She had just divorced David Hart, one of the top successful bachelors in the country and heir to the Hart industries. But they would never understand that she didn't divorce him, he divorced her after she caught him cheating on her with her god-damned best friend! Rachel was just about to end everything by jumping off a bridge when she was saved by the most unexpected person. The boy she once bullied severally in highschool because he always wore ugly glass and was from a poor background, how come that glass make him so hot now? Why was he helping her get revenge on ex-husband who is trying to make her life even more miserable? And most important how did he get so handsome? What exactly does he want from her? ... No, you must want something, anything. If you can really help me get revenge on David and Lana, I can't just let you do it for free". Ethan went quiet for a while. I held my breath waiting for what his request might be. If it was something money could buy, I'll try my best to get it for him even though I was somehow broke right now. "You're right I do want something". He said after thinking for few minutes "What?" I asked slowly. " Until you get your revenge on David, Lana and every other person you want, you will live here". Live here as in...? " Wha... What are you saying? ". I stammered hoping he wasn't saying what I thought he was saying. I tried to step back but I missed a step and almost fell on the bed but Ethan caught me holding me in his muscular arms. Ethan moved his face closer to mine be was so close, our nose almost touched. " I want you to be with me! ".
When they met again, Jason cast aside his paranoia and pride, warmly embracing Chelsey. "Please, come back to me?" For three years, she had been his secretary by day and his companion by night. Chelsey had always complied with his requests, like an obedient pet. However, when Jason declared his plans to marry another, she chose to stop loving him and to let go. But life took unexpected turns. His unyielding pursuit, her pregnancy, and her mother's greed gradually pushed her to the brink. Eventually, she endured tremendous suffering. Five years later, when she returned, she was no longer the woman she once was. Yet he had spiraled into five years of chaos.
Rena got into an entanglement with a big shot when she was drunk one night. She needed Waylen's help while he was drawn to her youthful beauty. As such, what was supposed to be a one-night stand progressed into something serious. All was well until Rena discovered that Waylen's heart belonged to another woman. When his first love returned, he stopped coming home, leaving Rena all alone for many nights. She put up with it until she received a check and farewell note one day. Contrary to how Waylen expected her to react, Rena had a smile on her face as she bid him farewell. "It was fun while it lasted, Waylen. May our paths never cross. Have a nice life." But as fate would have it, their paths crossed again. This time, Rena had another man by her side. Waylen's eyes burned with jealousy. He spat, "How the hell did you move on? I thought you loved only me!" "Keyword, loved!" Rena flipped her hair back and retorted, "There are plenty of fish in the sea, Waylen. Besides, you were the one who asked for a breakup. Now, if you want to date me, you have to wait in line." The next day, Rena received a credit alert of billions and a diamond ring. Waylen appeared again, got down on one knee, and uttered, "May I cut in line, Rena? I still want you."
“She didn't transform! Everyone was transforming, except her!” “She's a Stealer, and she doesn't have a wolf!” My destiny took a dark turn on the night of the awakening. I was an adopted daughter and have always been maltreated by my parents and elder sister, Maya. All I wanted was to turn 18 and live an independent life with my dear soon-to-be mate, Arthur, far from the clutches of my family. However, on my 18th birthday, I discovered my despicable nature as a 'Stealer,' a scent luring widowed and lone werewolves to mate with me. What's more, there was no wolf appeared in me. Knowing this, Arthur swiftly renounced our bond, selling me to the formidable Alpha Wolfe in exchange for something valuable. But when Wolfe first met me in the dungeon and perceived my scent, he could feel his wolf panicking and howling. It was the scent of his fated mate! But why did Maya also have the same scent? Sisters may share the same scent, but we were just adoptive sisters. Something was amiss. Despite the potential bond, Alpha Wolfe had ulterior motives, refusing to acknowledge me as his mate, regardless of our shared destiny."
"The wedding is canceled. Furthermore, all collaboration between the Barkers and Larssons will cease from today onward!" After saying that, he coldly peeped at Samantha as if he was mocking her, or maybe he was even laughing at himself. He did not say anything more and strode off. Samantha stood there dumbfounded. The mocking chattering from all directions instantly drowned her. She felt a stiff cold as if thousands of swords were piercing her heart. ************* Samantha Larsson became a laughing stock when Timothy Barker publicly denounced their marriage. Two years later, she was tricked into going home and married a mysterious man, who was known to be disfigured and physically disabled! Nonetheless, she would fight until the end and destroy the scums, slowly getting her justice!
Rosalynn's marriage to Brian wasn't what she envisioned it to be. Her husband, Brian, barely came home. He avoided her like a plague. Worse still, he was always in the news for dating numerous celebrities. Rosalynn persevered until she couldn't take it anymore. She upped and left after filing for a divorce. Everything changed days later. Brian took interest in a designer that worked for his company anonymously. From her profile, he could tell that she was brilliant and dazzling. He pulled the stops to find out her true identity. Little did he know that he was going to receive the greatest shocker of his life. Brian bit his finger with regret when he recalled his past actions and the woman he foolishly let go.