Ethan waited at the bus stop, holding two coffee bags. One for Isabel and the other for Anthony. Due to the fact that he was going to make an appearance in Gandur, he wore a face cap and nose mask to conceal his face well. Isabel, of course, wouldn't want him to disgrace her by showing his face in the company without a good disguise.Ethan checked his time again. The bus was taking too long to arrive. 'Hi there, Mr Logan. Need a hand?'Ethan assessed the 6ft man in front of him. 'No. I'm okay'The stranger extended his hands for a shake. 'I know you must be surprised about how I know who you are?'Ethan shrugged his shoulders 'Being surprised is the least emotion I'm feeling now'.. he simply stared at the hands but did not take it. 'Don't you think it's rude to leave the hand of a potential friend hanging?''Don't you think it's unrealistic to expect a stranger return your handshake without properly introducing yourself?'Ethan noticed the set of dimples displayed on the stranger'

A gentle touch on the side of his neck stirred him awake. Delicate fingers started to trail down his exposed abs, causing a tingling sensation within his body. It continued, frantically struggling to undo his pajamas knickers. He batted his eyes open and was even more shocked when he realized it was Isabel doing all of this. He had come to sleep earlier since she didn't come home on time like she promised. He had actually expected her to throw tantrums when she realized he went to bed before she came into the house. He didn't imagine in his wildest dream that she'll come to him sneakily.Something was definitely wrong.. He was certain of it. Before she could go any further, he grabbed both of her tiny wrists, pushed them away from him.. 'What do you think you are doing, Isabel?' Ethan's deep voice enquired, his brows scrunched up in a perplexed way.'What do you think I'm doing, Ethan?' she responded rhetorically, charging him a small smile. Ethan appeared more confused.. 'Are you

VICTORIA I stretched my hands apart as I stood up from the bed. Richard, my husband was already awake talking indistinctly into the phone.One couldn't know what exactly he was saying or even getting a clue of who it was.Richard kept on moving his right hand aggressively like he wasn't just in support of whatever the caller from the other end was saying.I remained on the bed as I looked at him pace round the corridor of the room that faced the garden.He gripped the bars firmly like he was trying to control his anger. I knew it wasn't good, whatever the other caller was saying to him was not in his favor.I knew my husband well enough to interprete any of his actions. I stood up from the bed as I sat upright, using my legs to drag the slippers to my reach and got my legs buried inside of them.I stood, walked into the bathroom to go brush my teeth and wash off my body. For a minute I heard his voice grew hoarse.I walked out from the bathroom, tying just a towel around my body tha

ESMEAsher also has been avoiding me ever since our last fight yesterday and for the first time ever since we got married he went to bed early enough, sleeping outside in the balcony.He seemed occupied since then.I sat down to dress the cut I had sustained few days ago. It was suddenly aching. Asher did nothing than to avoid me, a stoic expression permanent on his face.I took a deep breath and went close to him,"I was hoping we return back to our normal lives and maybe,"Maybe we could just ignore each other's shortcomings, soon enough, we would get divorced as you have always wanted from the day one of this fixed marriage." I mumbled in a lowly tone."Who mentioned anything about divorcing you?" He raised an eyebrow, smiling at me smugly. At that moment, I wanted nothing than to smack the smug smile off his face.I tried speaking but nothing come out, if i said what was on my mjnd, it would only make things worse. Here I am offering peace, yet he is taking it for granted."I under

"Ethan!!!" A shrilling scream pierced his ears, Ethan woke up with a jolt. He glanced around, expecting to see Isabel. He hit his head with the heel of his palm. He was supposed to get back his memories not have wet dreams about a wife that didn't like him. "Ethan!" The scream came again. He climbed out of the bed, instantly recognizing his wife's voice. "I'm here." He announced, climbing down the stairs, "Is there a problem?" Isabel regarded her husband and noticed he winced with every step he took. "You've not treated your wound." Isabel noted, eyes accusing her husband, "Why?" "I'll treat it later, why did you call m3? Did you need help with something?" "No," Isabel shook her head, "I justed wanted to know if you're inside." "Oh..." Ethan murmured. His wife keeps surprising him with her attitude each day. One minute she is harsh, demanding and the next minute, she's all sweet. Like how she is right now. "Come on." She nodded for him to follow her to the kitchen. She made