Chapter 20 Marco lay awake, his body ramrod straight, his skin tight around each strained muscle. He was tired. Bone tired. Yet, although he pushed the limits physically, he could not shut her out. Leila stole into his thoughts. It didn’t matter what he tried to do. He’d laboured until the small hours of dawn […]
Prologue, Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4, Chapter 5, Chapter 6, Chapter 7, Chapter 8, Chapter 9, Chapter 10, Chapter 11, Chapter 12, Chapter 13, Chapter 14, Chapter 15, Chapter 16, Chapter 17, Chapter 18 Marco watched the car drive through the avenue of cypresses away from him. He thought about flagging it […]
But just because it felt perfect, did not mean that it was.
Some like it hot…
He found her in the winery, glass in hand, her head thrown back in laughter while strands of her dark hair glinted in the low lights of the cellar.
“Disappointment follows us like a shadow sometimes, and though you put on a brave face, and try to keep the hurt inside, it is that pride that may prevent you from getting rid of it. Why don’t you call, mmm?”
The headline read: Vincenzi ruses Rous in oil rip-off. Written by Charles Marshanns. Source: Leila Brown.