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 closed the book with a heavy snap, causing Alana to flinch slightly from where she sat as her eyes fell on his reflection in the mirror, a small frown wrinkling her brows. 


Placing the book on the side drawer along with his glasses, Roman got down from the bed, his stride slow and steady, almost like a predictor as he approached Alana, his gaze locked on hers. 


Alana gulped when she saw the look in his eyes. She couldn’t discern whether it was anger or something else, something more primal. Regardless of what it was, it stirred something deep within her. 


When Roman reached where she sat, her breath hitched in her throat, and her body tensed up. It wasn't out of fear; she was nervous, yes, but not scared. 


Roman arched his back, bending to rest his hands on either side of the chair while his head came beside hers. He sniffed at her collarbone like a predator savoring its hunt, just before it would devoure it without any mercy. 


Bitter Truth