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-”

finished talking, he violently kissed her on

by his action.

He said in a low, raspy voice next to her ear,

She pushed him away.

don’t have the 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

Little game!?

after all! What more did she expect?

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

it hard for her to even breathe. This stifling feeling not only made her unable to think, but its dominating

sex

not move an inch. The sensation

the morning weekend. This feeling inexplicably made her heart race a

was no one else in the room. Leila looked at the scars on her body in awe. Did Vincent apply medicine while she was still asleep?

she always wore. The shirt was large enough to cover down to her thighs. She put

was half open. Vincent sat on a grand chair; he was silent, expressionless, with only a cigarette

such a look of sadness in his eyes?

even

it over

these two people. Were they going to spend the rest

Vincent fall in love with her. Would it

Vincent heard her sigh, and he

meant nothing to him. Maybe, at this moment, he was regretting having had sex with

to look calmly at Vincent, and smiled, “Mr. White, what

His cold eyes lingered for only a few seconds as he scanned her from afar. Then he looked at her face, and

lips to hide a hint

breakfast she prepared was

pickled cucumbers, boiled eggs, and green

for over an hour. Suddenly, a loud, deep voice rang out from behind her, “Aren’t you done yet? I’m

only to find herself face to face with Vincent; his lips cracked

the kitchen at her work, with a look that mixed awe, surprise, and

She turned around

had on a playful smirk, “I don’t like boiled eggs? Got any fried eggs?”