Munchkin_2

Have you ever wondered about unpredictable life? 
One minute everything is so good and then suddenly the next minute everything just turns around… 

Anya Owen faced such times thrice in her life due to one person. Twice she survived and started leading a happy life with her darling son. 

But could she survive the jeopardy he was going to cause again in her life? 

Alvin Matthews, the most mysterious man in the city. Nobody knows where he is, what is up to, or what he does. Some even doubt if he is alive or dead. 

Could he stop himself from falling for the little feisty woman? 

Well, he never stops himself. But he doubted if he would get killed by the stone-hearted woman before he could soften her heart. 

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Excerpt: 

Alvin watched Anya politely speaking with the butler. He leaned back on the armchair and crossed his legs, intently watching the soft smiles appearing on the delicate face.

“Hey, Little Chipmunk, why is your mother good to all but me?” He asked shifting his eyes on the little man who was crossing his little legs playing a video game on his mobile.

A sly smirk appeared on Zane’s face. He carelessly threw his words, “That’s what you deserve, Chipmunk Monster.”
 
Alvin: “...”

Alvin has to rack his brain to appease Little Monster... Correction, Little Master and his Devil… The second Correction, his Queen.

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His Devious Rule

Anya gasped when Alvin's hand slid around her waist and pulled her on top of him. "Alvin…" She stopped him from seducing her again to go for another round when his mobile was repeatedly ringing in the bedroom. "It must be important." She breathed softly while her body still quivered in the aftermath.

Alvin's eyes glinted sharply when he glanced at the door. He had expected the emergency to crop up after ten. How did it start so soon?

Anyway, he focused on his wife. He teased her and helped her wash up, ignoring her declines, gasps, and whines for his touches.

Anya bit her lower lip when Alvin nuzzled his face in her neck, "Alvin…. Go…" She had to struggle to peel him away from her. She doubted if she was going to be addicted to him, his touch, his lips on her skin.