Chapter 142

Chapter 11

TWILIGHT

The stately tragedy of dusk

Drew to it's perfect close,

The virginal white evening star

sank, and the red moon rose.

'It had been a long day!' Oliver sighed as he watched the setting sun in the evening sky through the window of the car and the soft orange rays that befell on his wife's comely face and her beautiful features that bedazzled him every time he looked at her.

He was tired, yes but happy. Happier than he had been in years.

A soft smile curved his lips as he looked at the woman snuggled into his chest like a soft, sleeping kitten, unaware of the world around her, ignorant and oblivious to everthing but her own world of innocent dreams.

And like every single time, all the damn time - She was still capable of stealing his breath away.

When awake - she was a living, breathing little packet of spitfire that challanged him at every step of the way, drove him to the brink of madness and frustration at every opportunity.

And the epitome of seduction - who could turn his blood into fire with a single sweet look of those hazel eyes and with a single flick of her fingers - she could have him - anywhere, everywhere - However she wanted him.

She just needed to command it - and she will have whatever she wanted - served at her feet - including 'him'.

He was her's to have now, just like she was his. All of that beauty, innocence, fire and passion was now his, to cherish and love.

And by God, he would do that- cherish her, provide for her and protect her from the world with all he has.

And Love her! Love her so much that she could forget about the little deception, he had used to get her, to marry him.

It was despicable and demeaning to dangle her brother's case in front of her, to force this marrige upon her.

But he had seen no other way around it, then.

He had been aware from the first time - in the Tv studio, when had seen her - of the sparks that had livened him up, the roaring in his blood and the tell tale signs of arousal and tightening of his lower body.

He had known it then, that she was special, that this was special.

He was a mature 30 years old man for God's sake and not some randy teenager, fantasising about a woman.

But he had fantasized, alright! Sitting right there, in front of the camera, while the whole world watched and listened to his every word, all he had been able to think about was the seductive beauty sitting from across him.

His imagination had run free and wild as he had wondered how she would feel in his arms, how her soft curves would mold around him and her soft pliable lips would feel around his own.

And how he would love to peel away every single clothing from that delicious body and devour her whole.

He knew this wasn't right, that this was getting too much out of hand!

what kind of man, was he? Something like this had never happened before, he had never felt such intense desire for anyone before.

He had always chosen his woman carefully - with a level headed precision. Women who were beautiful, sophisticated and attractive.

But he had never felt something like this before - for anyone.

But it was happening now, because of Mia White.

He had felt immensely frustrated and angry at this complte loss of control over his own mind and body and no matter, how much he had tried to stop it, bring himself back under some kind of control - it had proved, impossible.

And he had felt so irked and vexed right then, with the loss of his self-restraint and discipline that smething had snapped within him and he had lashed at her outright.

Which was the last thing, he wanted to do!

And then, she had assailed back at him, just as viciously while the whole country had watched. But it hadn't ended there, No! They had both messed up the whole thing a hundred times over, by going at each other like two raging mad bulls.

But a week later, when Mia White had still not left his mind and had gripped his soul in a wrenching clasp with her memories and he had found her with his brother - in that charity gala.

He had known, what he had to do, to make sure that his brother or any other useless man can never come withing a feet of her, ever!

Especially his brother!

And he had achevied that feat, today! His smile stretched into a grin as he felt her shift slightly in her position, to get more comfortable and sighed softly, snuggling closer to his chest, unconsiously clutching at the lapels of his coat.

She is gorgeous!

He had married her and now he would claim her, make her - 'his woman' in every sence of the word.

And then she would no longer be able to frusrate him, anymore because she would be his and his alone - inside of their bed and out.

His personal spitfire.

He grinned, he could bet that, all that passion inside of her could be easily turned into an inferno of seduction.

Either way - he was going to make love to his wife tonight, over and over again - until she starts to crave him just as much as he craves her.

And then, it would not matter - why or how they had gotten married. It would not matter what his brother had told her, or the secrets between them.

'Nothing!' but their togetherness would matter, when she would love him, just as much as he loves her.

And tonight would only be the first step towards it!