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

said in a low, raspy voice next to her ear, “The only place for

She pushed him away.

right to refuse!” His aura rushed all over her; his eagle eyes stared right at her, and he began to rapidly kiss

Little game!?

after all! What more did she

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

only made her unable to think, but its dominating nature felt as though it was invading her senses. She could not

they had sex again in bed.

sensation

the morning weekend. This feeling inexplicably

was no one else in the room. Leila looked at the scars on her body in awe.

she always wore. The shirt was large enough to cover down

door to the study was half open. Vincent sat on a grand chair; he was silent, expressionless, with only a

a look of sadness

be that even he had

it over her

people. Were they

make Vincent fall in love

by the door, she unknowingly sighed. Little did she expect it, but Vincent heard her sigh, and he snapped his gaze to

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

nor resentment. She raised her eyes to look calmly at Vincent, and smiled, “Mr. White, what would you like to eat?

His cold eyes lingered for only a few seconds as he scanned her from afar. Then he looked at her face, and replied in a manner with a hint of pride,

to hide a hint of

she prepared was simple yet

boiled eggs, and green scallion

in the kitchen for over an hour. Suddenly, a loud, deep voice rang out from behind her, “Aren’t you done

only to find herself face to face with Vincent;

all this?” He inquisitively pointed across the kitchen at her work, with a look that mixed awe, surprise, and

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

a playful smirk, “I don’t like boiled eggs?