" you are under arrest for the murder of winter Walter!" The police officer said as he proceeds to handcuff freya. Shocked she moved aside as , I did nothing! She shouted but as she looked around she knew she was doomed for. Looking for the nearest exit she took off as she ran for her dear life to a place of nowhere as she lamented, " Is this the price of love?" Xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx In a world of wealth,power and privilege freya and Desmond one of the wealthiest CEO seemed to have crossed path as she learns that he is bound by an arranged engagement to a lady named Bella. But as they continue their love story , dark secrets and scandals seem to tear them apart as freya seem to be in trouble , will freya and Desmond's love be strong enough to overcome the obstacles in their path?
Chapter 1 ( one night stand
"Do you want this freya?", He said then stepped back a little to see if she was expressing any disapproval, but she wasn't. After the incredible kiss, she looked into his eyes and asked herself, "should she be doing this?"
They had only recently met, yet she was needing him. She drew his head close to her and kissed him again, looking at his lips. As he firmly gripped her hair, he drew her closer to him. The kiss intensified as the heat moved between them; fortunately for him, he was wearing a tight boxer that concealed his boner.
To her uttermost surprise, she was more than thrilled to be here in this moment. The mating of lips was tender and sensuous; the almost vanished trace of stubble on his face was bringing pleasure on every fragment of her body. She tilted her head back and having his head slightly lower; he extended the kiss down her neck and even her earlobes.
The hands of Desmond began dancing over the curves of her newly formed body creating some surges of electricity in her. He was late, reluctant to get there already and Freya enjoyed this slowness. She wasn't ready for this night to be over.
Standing there embraced, Freya felt a bond she hasn't felt. They felt it as if they have to be together, they were destined to have this feeling at this period.
He looked into her eyes for a signal or any hint of protest from her, all he saw was desires from her, With a lot of affection, Desmond picked her up gently then leveled her toward the intimate sanctuary
On reaching the room, Desmond gently placed Freya on the comfortable bed, where her head rested gently on the soft down earners. He reached to take her shoes off and started unlacing them slowly, his eyes locked onto her eyes; as he seemed to be lost in them.
Every time Desmond tried to take off her shoes and socks she felt the caress of his hands and shivers went down her spine. He put down the shoes gently and started to rub her feet with his thumbs on the soles.
Slowly and unconsciously, she leaned back against the sofa, as each second ticked by, she became more and more relaxed trusting completely in the hands that worked on her. She also realised that Desmond was taking care of her and would continue to do so judging from his words which said: you don't need to be scared freya, she felt her heart was gradually transforming into a flower with sun in her heart.
There was and sense that he was implanting affection and concern within each fibres of her body ā his thumbs moving in circles on her. She drew in a contented breath then she slowly closed her eyes and Desmond's heart leaped at the sound.
As she lay there Freya had the same trust and surrender that she had never felt before for anyone. She had faith that he was not going to harm her in anyway, that his arms were always going to be there to embrace and protect her. And in that moment, she realised that was falling in love with this person
When Desmond moved his gaze slowly to her face and noticed her eyes were shut, He looked at her gently his eyes lighting with love, "You are beautiful, Freya," He choked out softly. "Inside and out."
Freya's heart skipped a beat. Never in her entire life had anyone pay her so much attention as they did in that one moment of sex. She smiled back at Desmond, and the erect frailty of a woman filled her eyes with a slight sheen of pretty tears. She fell silent, and simply said , "You make me feel so beautiful."
Dennis crinkled his nose and gave the her a startled, kid-like look of joy. To begin, he leaned down and gave her a gentle kiss on the lips.
He almost recoiled, sat up and leaned back only to fall forward and gently peeped at Freya's forehead before their lips met. Desmond was definitely giving her thelook, his eyes hadthis blaze of almost inner fire.
'Yes,' he murmured, 'Do you want this Freya,' and her head moved to his in consent. Hearing this freya replied, "No, I want you to say it, I want to hear it from your lips."
Freya felt the warmth in her heart with his words and she cupped his face with her hand, feeling his hard jaw line. "I want you, Desmond," she replied barely above a whisper to him.
My darling, Desmond said softly as he pulled her near him,The flash of her skin before her gown was pulled up made her look so beautiful; she had dressed in a black floral pantsuit that suited her well.
When Desmond looked at her, he realised how the combination of the black floral print set off her delicate complexion and her shiny black hair. She was probably the most beautiful woman he has ever seen in his life and his heart yearned for her.
For a moment their eyes met and Freya felt her face redden, but she did not avert her eyes from him, instead she grabbed his hand and folded her fingers around his.
He took off her gown ever so slowly as he slid into her, their bodies swaying to the rhythm of their own private waltz, she was tight around him and it drove him crazy, their moans filled the room, the air was charged with an electric tension, their love and desire palpable as they embraced till they climaxed.
Freya could feel his body heat surrounding her and she realized that there was no one better place for her to be in.
They kissed and hugged each other, and their bare bodies cuddled as they closed their eyes, and fell asleep; the occasional soft snoring and murmurs of sweet nothings were the lullaby of the night.
What was not left to the darkness of night was lust, while they slept the sweet warmth of their love enveloped the room in gold. What surrounded them faded away as nothing remained of the outside world but the sound of their breathing and the sound of their hearts.
No one had ever made her feel, as Desmond did ā seen her, heard her, and accepted her for without really knowing who she was. These memories, she reckoned, would be with her for as long as she would remember of what could this be ,love or lust?
Lying there Freya felt the difference between their lives, between her simple sheltered existence and his simple perfect life. The question which arose in her mind whether Desmond with his good nature and his aristocratic life could ever embrace her for what she is a woman who is a lower class and barely afford the expensive taste.She shivered at the thought of him and the terrible way this thought made her feel as if she was nothing.
For all she saw there were of different worlds,different class probably all this was just an infatuation . So with a sad heart she decided it better she left.