"Kiss me," she said slowly to the man whose arms were wrapped tightly around her waist.
"Not yet," he said in return.
That was the first time she had actually heard his voice. And now she wanted to hear it over and over again. His masculinity showed in the way he spoke.
Hesitantly, her arm reached up and brushed the stray piece of hair from his forehead before attempting to take his shades off. His hand touched hers on his face, and pulled her wrist away.
He then took off his sunglasses, and gave her a wink. She couldn't even swoon over the wink because she was too caught up in his blue eyes. Blue eyes that resembled the ocean, eyes that screamed perfection.
His hands then landed on her cheeks, and a lone index finger brushed against her lips. His other hand snaked down her waist and pulled her body closer to his own.
His head then descended down and he cracked a smile.
He whispered, "Pucker up now, baby."
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Mia Cruz was just another twenty something year old trying to attain her dream job. One night of reckless behavior leads to her meeting with the eminent, Kyle Wells. Kyle was everything Mia wasn't. He was rich, handsome, an adventurer, and the company head of the most pronounced business in the nation. He was set to gain status globally within the next year, taking over the business world. His billionaire background clashes with Mia's average life, but their passion for one another takes precedence over everything. As they struggle to maintain a relationship between their separate realities, obstacles are thrown in their way from every direction, but can their love overcome the distance placed between them?
It's been two years since he has gone to study abroad.
I still remember the day I came to live in this house after my parent's death.
I still remember the day when he suddenly came into my room.
I was looking at him with shocked eyes because of his actions. He locked the door and started coming in my direction. I knew that I was in danger but I can't move my body.
Bloody hell, my body was held by the cold gaze of his blue sea-colored eyes.
With long steps, he was coming towards me, and in a flash of seconds, he was in front of me. He grabbed my hair making me look into his eyes, my eyes were close afraid of meeting his cold star but the next word from his mouth made my eyes short open.
"Who was that man Jane with whom you were laughing and talking answer me. Who was he," he shouted in anger. I took in his appearance his jaw was clenched and his eyes were burning in anger.
H-e-he saw me with him.
I knew I was in danger. Now, what should I do was the big question for me.
Warm tears filled my eyes ready to slip out from the corner of my eyes by remembering that day. The more memory of that day still you heard it right.
First place in The Scribblers Award 2020 for best novel