I clenched my lip in frustration. How could this happen? The elevator came to an abrupt halt, and I was stuck with a bunch of strangers.
"Daddy, she has such pretty hair," a little voice piped up, and I pretended not to notice that it was directed at me. Of course, it was about me; there was no one else here but us, and this situation was becoming increasingly aggravating.
"Yes, sweetheart, she does," her father responded in a deep, seductive tone that sent shivers down my spine. But I didn't care about his voice; I just wanted out of this predicament.
"Say 'thank you,'" one of the twins chimed in, snapping me out of my thoughts. They all bore a striking resemblance to their handsome father. I blushed with embarrassment, nervously bit my lip, and discreetly clenched my fist, trying to keep my anger in check
"Yeah, say thank you. Daddy says we should always be grateful when someone compliments us," the other identical twin chimed in supportively.
I swallowed hard, rolled my eyes, forced a fake smile, and turned toward the little girl nestled in her dad's strong arms. "Thank you," I muttered and then looked at the twins with the same strained smile. "Satisfied?"
***
Meet Olivia Harrison - beautiful, wealthy, and elegant, the embodiment of perfection, or so everyone thinks. People worship her for her flawless facade and impressive achievements, but she knows she's far from perfect. Deep within her heart, she harbors ugly secrets that she'd rather keep hidden. With Christmas approaching, there's only one thing she wishes for, something that money can never buy, according to her: a child and a family of her own. She's convinced it will never happen.
However, fate has a peculiar way of granting wishes. As she becomes trapped in an elevator with a family, she's about to discover that her wish is closer than she ever imagined.
One of his hands was snaked around my back while the other dragged up my spine into my hair. With one hard tug, my head fell backward and the shower water covered my face. Gasping for air I felt his mouth make its way around the base of my neck. The hot water was already making my skin hot, but having him so close in this way, made me feel like I should have combusted a long time ago.
He jerked me back up to be facing him. He kissed my mouth then drags his eyes down to my neck. "A pretty necklace, for the gorgeous Princess."
***
"Tell me River what each kiss means again." He presses one to my cheek.
"We're friends." I smile.
"Here." He presses a kiss on my hand.
"You adore me." I laugh.
Then he pressed a kiss to my lips. It was quick barely touching long enough for my nerves to recognize it.
"A kiss to the lips," I spoke blankly. My lips still parted in the manner he left me. I'm afraid to move in fear that my brain will forget the feeling.
"And tell me again what that means River?"
"I love you." A chaste whisper. So quiet, almost as if it didn't need to be said at all to be understood.
"And that I do Miss Knight. In all your intensity."
***
Two people come to figure out a double homicide. One is mental who is richer than anyone and the other is a detective from New York just trying to get their name on a big case.
You may want to eat the rich, but most of them have already starved themselves.
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