Winx16

[Rated 18]


Alana Gates is a rebellious 19 years old girl who spent her whole teenage life enduring her mother's abuses. After a certain incident occurs in her life, she moves to New York to stay with her aunt and continue her education. 

The simple life she plans to live quickly gets complicated when she gets entangled with Roman Ashford, the richest and most arrogant man in the whole of New York, and has to be his woman for the next 31 days.

Will she be able to deal with his hot and cold personality.

Will she be able to tolerate his vexing attitude for the next 31 days or will this relationship turn into a complete disaster? 


....


She gasped when Roman lifted her and sat her on his lap, wrapping his arms around her, his sudden action catching her off guard.

"What are you doing?" she asked, trying to wiggle out of his hold.

Roman showed no sign of letting her go. His hands circled around her waist as he rested his jaw gently on her head.

"I'm sorry," he said softly.

Alana stilled at his words, puzzled about why he was apologizing. If anyone should be apologizing at that moment, it was her—she had broken the contract. Was he not mad at her?

"W-Why are you apologizing?" she stuttered, struggling to understand his character.

"I had no idea that you were afraid of blood. If I had known, I would have washed up and changed before you got back."

Completely speechless, Alana didn’t know how to react. She wiped the tears from her eyes, unknowingly smearing her mascara.

“Aren’t you mad at me?” Alana asked, looking up at Roman, trying to gauge his expression.

“I was, but not anymore.” 

Roman took hold of her wrist, his sharp gaze immediately landing on the scar on her inner wrist. He gently ran his thumb over the mark, his touch both hot and ticklish against Alana’s skin. 

“Who hurt you?” Roman asked, his tone soft.

“No one... It was an accident,” she replied, turning her face away from her wrist, slightly taken aback by the question.

Cold Desire

"Roman must really like you," Damien remarked as they stepped out of the house. "He has never brought a woman home before. You must be special. But you should be careful not to take things too deeply with him." 


Alana stopped in her tracks, giving Damien a scrutinizing look as they stood not too far from the car where Roman's driver was waiting. 


"What do you mean? Isn't it rude to say something like that about your family member behind his back to his woman?" Alana questioned, clearly unimpressed by Damien's character. 


A small smirk appeared at the corner of Damien's lips as he heard her refer to herself as Roman's woman. 


"Well, how do I put it," he began, rolling up his shirt sleeves. "Roman is like an apple, one side sweet and savory, the other side bad and rotten," he paused, his gaze shifting towards the entrance. 


Following his line of sight, Alana noticed Roman approaching them. 


His Family affair