Between two hearts
tian'
tic image on her beautiful face. She stirred slightly, clutching the sheets as if they could shield her from
y new n
a blade. She was trouble itself, the kind would burn without taking permission through your c
but can't be compared to been wild, she was a drunken mess from the night in the club. I clenched my jaw, as the memories of
under my breath, to play safe, I gripped t
mbled and collapsed into my bed, her scent-vanilla filled everywhere and something peculiar about her, everythi
he bed. My hand hovered lustfully near her shoulder, but I dared not touch her. She sh
e of her surrounding or what is happening to her,
got betrayed, I didn't thin
d her curly hair back, my fingers affectionately grazing her cheek. Her skin was soft,
ror. But the part of me that craved deeply for affection, the part that ha
waters. She stirred, and of course, her reaction was expected. Ber breath hitching slightl
ll back, but my breat
I thinking when I
sorganized reflection in the glass wall stood staring back at me, cold and accusing. I was nev
ger she was bringing. She was jus
e sound of her phone buzzing brought a new li
that she was still trying to get used to the room, but he
ng against the wall, forcing myself not to alarm
she asked, her voice
so hard to keep my tone casual. "I figured out that you weren'
ned down at herself, realization dawning on her immediat
he asked, her voice b
my mouth, a small smirk perfectly displayed at my lips. "No,
and she covered it with her h
even surprised me that made it. "Y
in confusion, her embarrassment
waiting for her reply. "If I hadn't been a gentleman enough to step in, you
ense she was genuinely grateful. But then, there was an interrupt
from the nightstand, but d
d to say tentatively, h
hear the sharp voice on the othe
you get yourself
ntly went pale
mbling out of a nightclub with a ruthless billionaire! Do you by chance, hav
a clearer view. They had mentioned my name in t
Lila asked, trying t
d from the other end. "The selfish billionaire! Fix this immediatel
from her, not even a defense, and she stared
he news onto her lap. The headline was bold, cold and terribly unforgiving: "Mystery Woman
, her eyes widened w
my voice low, calm, but not encouraging. "And trust me,