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I had just finished a very fulfilling late brunch with my family. Ian had left earlier on; he had mentioned how he had some important work meetings to attend.

My overanalyzing brain did not buy it though. It wondered if maybe he had left abruptly to go spend some with the woman he had brought.

The insecurities kicked in soon after. On paper she was Ian's type. She seemed very high maintenance and looked like she could effortlessly fit in, in his world.

I on the other lived a very simple minimalistic life and spent most of my days in sweatpants and tank top and rarely dressed up if I had no major events.

"Hey baby girl."

My mother interrupted my train of thought and placed a kiss on my forehead.

"Hey Mama." I smiled up at her

My mother always had this calming, healing aura to her which is probably why I would always run to her whenever I was in crisis or my mental health would be in the gutters. She was always there waiting with open arms to receive me.

"Ian left this for you."

Slowly she slid an envelope onto my lap, gave my knee a squeeze and one last kiss before retrieving back into the house.

What was he up to this time?

Cautiously I opened the envelope and read the note that was attached to it.

'My darling, Adalia' it read.

You're an extraordinary woman who deserves extraordinary things. I hope you enjoy this little gift I got you.

Love always,

Ian

I picked up the other piece of paper and my eyes bulged out. Surely this isn't what wealthy people considered 'little' 

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"You bought me an island?!" I shouted at the top of lungs as Ian casually poured himself a glass of wine.

"Yes. According to the land title deeds, that island is now yours. I'm excited to hear what you're going to name it."

I paced back and forth in his kitchen trying to keep my cool. Trying to reason with a wealthy man that had absurd world views was way above my pay grade.

"Ian." I said after taking in a deep breath. "This isn't normal.. you're not normal. People don't just buy each other islands."

He set his wine glass aside and  switched off the TV and focused all his attention on me.

He took a step forward and tenderly he wrapped his fingers around my neck and reeled me in. I gasped and not because of shock.

"Baby I'm not people. I'm Ian Thompson and yes I'm far from normal but that's why I make money in my sleep."

He had me right where he wanted. I hated how he had all the power now. He had learnt my weaknesses and was maximizing on them any chance he got. 

"Mmm." He groaned in my ear, "I'm going to enjoy having my way with you on that island. The thought of you bent over, completely at my mercy drives me crazy."

In that moment I was ready to pounce on him. 

For every step I took backward, he took forward and now I was trapped between him and the kitchen wall.  His eyes zeroed in on me and it's like all the breath in my lungs was sucked out. 

"I'm supposed to hate you." I said placing a hand on his chest to put some distance between us.

"Do you still?" He catches my hand between his and get's even closer. I feel his breath lingering on my lips. 

This wasn't supposed to be happening, could I be possibly falling for one man I hated with every inch of me? The man who thought he could buy anything and anyone with his money? I  must have been possesed because as I stood there all I could think about was about how much I wanted his hands all over me. It didn't stop there, I wanted everything of his; his love, his loyalty and most of all his body. 

I covered the distance between us and pressed my lips against his. His greedy lips met mine with the same amount of passion and I didn't care that I was undoing everything I had worked for all these months. All I knew was I wanted him.

When I finally broke away from the kiss to catch my breath, He reaches out  his hand and caresses my jaw with his fingertip and rests his forehead against mine.

 "I know you hate me but that's not going to keep me away from you."

I grab a fistful of his shirt. "I hate that deep down I know that I don't actually hate you."

"Adalia" He whispered, his voice husky. " I think we can both agree when I say this thing between us is much more than hate."

I didn't know how to respond and I knew I couldn't deny it anymore. This intangible thing between us had been building up and now it was hard to ignore it or pretend it wasn't there anymore. A lot of uncertainity hung in the air as Ian searched for an asnwer in my eyes.

In that moment words wouldn't be able express what I felt and so I pulled him in and surrendered myself to him in a searing kiss.