TWISTED DESIRES

ticipation. The lobby exudes luxury, with its polished marble floors and grand cha

spered, nudging me gently.

mory of Christian's intense gaze from the hardware

we entered, he stood by the window, bathed in the soft morning ligh

" he greeted, his voic

, extending her hand. "Than

shaking her hand firmly before turning to

, my cheeks warming und

vantage of the natural light. As I adjusted the camera settings, I couldn't he

to pose?" he asked, a p

d, lifting the camera to my

ftly. "Easier

is interests and background. He spoke about his business ventures, his passion for philanthropy, and his love for cl

?" I found myself asking, lo

es meeting mine. "It helps

ancing over the keys, creating me

hutter. His expressions ranged from serious and contemplative to lighthearted and carefree. I fo

ving Christian and me alone in the suite. I busied myself

Lillian," he said, b

urprised. "For

ze intense. "You have an eye for detail

mured, feeling a f

houghtful. "I'd like to get to know you

, excitement, fear, curiosity. Before I could respon

said, oblivious to the t

ding Christian's gaze. "I thin

lose, whispering, "Do you realize

aking my head

know what to do with that knowledge. He kept

.. uh.... We are done, " he sa

the elevator, my heart was racing. Different thought went through my head

h will he think Thomas is my boyfriend and even though he is

slightly as if as

ike to get s

omething in me wanted to say yes. So I nodded and we went to a

eem n

ou intimidating" I exh

ou sho

e feeling himself? I whispered to myself.

e about yo

n. This is my first time telling someone my mum's new marriage seems off. When she told me she wanted to leave dad and get married to Bob, I didn't believe it at first until she showed me the divorce paper. I was s

d I do read novel both thriller and romance, so I will say I'm roma

ar

n. I can't...... I

you can't. Do you have a

rlfriend thing

." I didn't understand. I was confused, If that was true, then why had he invited her for coffee? Why did he keep looking at her like that? Does he not do romance? I was lost in thought that I didn't notice the cyclist speeding toward my direc

ooked up, his face was filled with something intense: fear, anger, relief, all mixed together that I can't explain. His gray eyes locked

hed my face, his fingers brushing my cheek. His touch was warm, soft, and it sent a shiver down

ou go" he said w

d away, leaving me standing there, confused, br