He kissed her in the shadows. It was mind-blowing, passionate, hot and daring. But when Miranda removed the blindfold from her eyes, she didn't expect that the man she hated was the one she was making love with. It was supposed to be his fiance’, Fiore. Her three years boyfriend whom she thought had given her virginity. Instead, she was mistakenly devirginized by his fiance’s best friend, Xylon Diaz. 

Fiore was furious and no more weddings will take place. Miranda hated Xylon to the depths of the earth. But she will be forced to live with Xyle because they were stranded in the ancient country house in the middle of the woods. Until such time that her body felt differently. She wants Xyle to kiss her. She wants that one night with Xyle to happen once again.

When Fiore returns, Miranda has to choose. The man she promised her heart or the man her body is longing for.

Kiss in the Shadow

THIS place was probably over a decade old. The furniture around here reminded me of ancient civilizations the first time I saw them. This includes Egyptian paintings and sculptures. I was like transported to the prehistoric era. I told Fiore that a long vacation here after our wedding would be nice, even if he doesn't take me to the countries he promised we'd visit. We could stay here for our honeymoon. 


But I don't want to be here anymore. I wanted to get out of this situation. Although everything was picturesque, it's still empty, lonely, and shattered. This was not the ideal vacation I had envisioned. Or the flawless prenuptial nesting. Every corner reminded me of him. It's a cage filled with misery. 


I'll talk to Xylon. Perhaps he already knows how to get us out of here. Fiore has already taken our only means of escape from here. We drove from Manila with his douche bag buddy. How can we go back now that Fiore has the car? The old auto in the garage was inoperable. The woods around us —as far as I know— probably about ten or more kilometers before I can see any household. We won't go hungry though because we have stocks for another month. There is an old fridge here with the size of a cabinet. It's bulky, french style doors and made of stainless steel. There is also a freezer that looks like a coffin. I get nervous every time I pass by it. I feel like I want to hack someone and bury him alive. 


Oh holy mother, what am I thinking? Forgive me please. 


But how can I truly repent if the arse is flailing around in all directions inside this house? Then he's just wearing his boxers as if he doesn't have any other decent clothes? The sweat all over his body was evident as if a miracle had been performed. 


Xylon was holding a piece of cloth. What is he doing anyway and how can I not look at him? 


"Hey you, too," he said and started wiping the dust from a nearby cabinet. 


"I'm talking to you properly." I stared at him. 


He sighed and stood right in front of me. I swallowed hard as I looked at him like a statue of a muscled gladiator. 


Stop, Miranda! Fiore has that kind of body, too! Damn it! Who am I kidding? 


"Properly? You're calling me, hey. I have a name in case you have forgotten. And the name is Xylon Satyr Diaz." He even acted to show the muscle in one of his arms. Damn his biceps! 


I looked at him. Deep, glaring, with my fiery eyes. 


"What satyr are you talking about? Are you referring to that lustful, drunken woodland Greek mythology god that always..." My eyes darted at the middle of his thighs. Sh*t! A satyr indeed. "I… I have a question!" I shouted to change the subject. I'm no longer comfortable. 


"What's your question, my dear nymph?" He even bowed his head. 


I closed my eyes and count to three because I feel like I'm really running out of patience. 


"I'm not a nymph," I said. I'm a she-devil with horns and sharp teeth and nails so that I can cut his big and long... Oh damn! What is going on with me? 


"Softy, you're a nymph and I'm a satyr. That's why we're compatible. You belong to me." He smirked and walked towards me. " And I... belong to you."


Chapter 11