<It takes grace to remain kind in cruel situations>
|Jadesola|
Wednesday, July 21, 2021
"YES," HE responded, stony face pinned to the winding road ahead.
Annoyance had sharp, polished nails biting into the flesh of my palms, stinging. God help me, if he was to reply to me once more with another of his one-worded sentences, I would smack his cheek. Hard.
"Okay." Returning his reply in the same detached voice, I forced myself not to think too much about his aloofness and gazed out of the car's window. We were hurtling towards Zaverio's villa, deep in the French Riviera.
Tired of gazing at the evergreen scenery, I threw his gorgeous side profile, a burning stare, musing on his odd replies.
Dressed in all formal black as appropriate for a gala dinner, the first two buttons on Kian's shirt were unfastened, a slice of tanned skin peeking through. His dark blonde hair was slicked back, tapered, long fingers deftly operating the steering wheel. The gold band on his skin glittered whenever it caught the streetlight.
I dragged in a rough breath as I recalled how those skilled fingers had caressed me, gentle. Passionate as they fondled my breasts, rolling and tweaking my aching nipples. Then that explosive kiss we'd shared, his sweet lips, a high I couldn't get enough of.
The air seemed to stir, my nipples pebbling instantly, a dark hunger pooling in my belly.
Still casting a look at him, I stealthily shifted in the seat, trying to douse the hungry fire that ignited deep in my core but it was useless. Those memories, as much as I didn't want them to, swamped me in full force.
His body heat, burning, as his hard cock poked my ass. My wet pussy humping that swollen rod. The way he had held me as I explored his beautiful body, delicate. Like I meant everything to him. . .
Fuck, I trembled slightly, switching that idea off. I was turning myself on and that was unacceptable. As unwanted as his disgusting cum on my belly.
As if he knew what I'd been pondering on, Kian's clean shaven jaw clenched. But he didn't acknowledge me. Didn't say anything witty or glance in my direction.
Infuriated at him and myself, I whipped my head to the window, crossing my arms. Since yesterday night, the man had been odd, the air around him, unsettling. Not only that, there was a cold glint in his eyes that I didn't exactly like.
What was wrong with him? I was the angry one, not him so why this cold shoulder? Was it him having one of those bad days or was he just plain ass bi-polar?
"We're here," Kian announced, driving through the gigantic gates, a car park in view.
Ah, two worded replies. We were making progress. Perhaps he was merely having a bad day.
He killed the engine, grinding the car to a halt and came down. Clutching my silver purse, I waited as usual for him to round the car and open the passenger's door for me. A few minutes passed with nothing happening.
Bristling, I alighted from the car and shot him a glare. Except that he didn't even notice my presence. His narrow hips rested against the hood of the car, as he handed his keys to the valet, a phone fixed to his ear. Series of a foreign language filtered into my ear as he barked at the person on the line.
Oh, my anger dwindled. He was on a call. That should explain it but deep down, I suspected he'd avoided unlocking the door on purpose.
Dismissing him, I tilted my pinned up hairdo high to observe the luxurious surroundings we stood in. Chilly, night breeze rippled across the leaves of the huge trees encasing the area, a fleet of expensive cars parked around. Beyond the drive way and sparkling water fountain, an enormous, modern chateau sprawled ahead, its portico flanked by two gold doors. Heavily armed men prowled around, guarding the place.
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Romance"You can have me, Kian," I whispered, elation that my plan was coming into play, making my voice low. "Are you sure? Because you don't know, Jade. You," a deep groan escaped him, the rumble of his words vibrating against the arch of my throat, "don...
