A Moment in Destiny

Leaning on his sweaty chest, Leila could smell the sweat that radiated off his body, a smell which strangely seemed to made her feel at ease. Tired, she shut her eyes and fell asleep.

At daybreak, the sunlight crept in through the window from cracks in the white curtains. The entire room was lit up.

The pure white bed was a complete mess; half of the blanket was on the floor, while the other half covered over Leila’s naked body. Her entire body was filled with kiss and bite marks and scars from the car accident. Her black hair scattered over the pillow and made her white face appear even whiter. Her eyes were shut and motionless, her lips slightly open as she steadily breathed.

A tall, handsome figure leaned against the window, with a cigarette between his fingers and puffs of smoke surrounding his flawless face. For some inexplicable reason, he exuded sexiness.

Vincent quietly looked at the sleeping figure and felt a reaction down under. It seemed that he couldn’t resist against her.

“Uh…” Leila moaned as she slept. The sunshine made her unable to rest easily. Her eyelids twitched, then she slowly opened her eyes. She raised a hand to shield her eyes from the brilliant sunlight, and then she noticed the figure standing by the window.

“Ah-” Leila let out a scream; ignoring the aches all over her body, she covered all her private areas by reflex. Her face became bright red, and she hid under the blankets, afraid to look at him.

Vincent looked up; his thin lips smiled, then he put out his cigarette and headed back into bed.

Leila’s reaction was beyond her brain’s control; her body subconsciously pulled backward, but her entire body was in pain! She let out a small yelp, but didn’t dare to move around in the blanket. As his overwhelming presence got closer, she became more and more panicked.

He reached his huge palm into the blanket and hooked her right into his embrace. His deep, manly voice muffled by her ear, “You’re awake?”

Her abashed eyes met his deep gaze; the sunlight that shone on his eyebrows made him look even more dashingly handsome. His eyes were locked onto her snow-like white skin.

“Good morning, Mr. White!” Leila managed to let out a whisper; her cute voice in the morning was incredibly sexy and seductive.

He had on a white robe, which partially unveiled his muscular chest. The atmosphere was filled with a mixture of cigarette and the unique smell of his body.

Leila tightly gripped onto the blanket; as she breathed in the air, she started to feel tenser, and unconsciously began to move slightly toward the edge of the bed.

“Don’t move!” With his arm outstretched, Vincent grabbed her thin waistline. He pulled her close until his chest touched against her back. In a swift motion, he spun her around, until they were face to face. He raised an eyebrow, “Trying to escape?”

“No!” She gasped; then she placed a hand against his chest to keep him at bay, “Don’t you have to go to work?”

“It’s Saturday!” There was a glint in his eyes, a sort of devilish look in his cool, calm expression. The entire room was filled with his scent.

At this moment, he began to slowly slide his hand down her body, bringing a warm sensation across her back. She jumped by surprise and unwittingly tried to escape his grasp. “Mr. White, I-”

violently kissed her

by his

a low, raspy voice next to her ear,

pushed him

right to refuse!” His aura rushed all over her; his eagle eyes stared right at her, and he began to rapidly kiss her lips. While she was captivated by his kisses, he flipped her

Little game!?

game after all! What more did she

he just said, Leila felt her heart sink. So, that was it. Leila felt her heart sink

for her to even breathe. This stifling feeling not only made

had sex

inch. The sensation of their skins brushing against each other made

a normal couple, enjoying the morning weekend.

the room. Leila looked at the scars on her body in awe. Did Vincent apply medicine while she was still asleep? She could see traces of iodine and rubbing

noticed the oversized, cartoon-designed T-shirt that she always wore. The shirt was large enough to cover down to her thighs.

he was

look of sadness in

be that even he had troubles?

it over her sister?

two people. Were they going to spend the rest of their lives like this?

Vincent fall in love with

Vincent heard her sigh, and

wanted was to have sex with her. Out of bed, she meant nothing to him. Maybe, at this moment, he was regretting having had

any sadness nor resentment. She raised her eyes to look calmly at Vincent, and smiled,

few seconds as he scanned her from afar. Then he looked at her

to hide a hint of

breakfast she prepared was simple

refreshing porridge with pickled cucumbers, boiled eggs,

deep voice rang out

herself face

kitchen at her work,

couldn’t make out anything from his expression. She turned around and

“I don’t like boiled eggs? Got