I alone cannot
change the world,
but I can cast a stone
across the waters to
create many ripples
-
Mother Theresa

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I poke my head from the kitchen when I hear the sound of car. He's here! I bite my lip as I lean against the wall, trying not to give weight to my right leg.

Did they cut your leg off?

My eyes widen. Shut the hell up! I just twisted it.

I turn my attention back to the living room where I find Ryan, Hope and the maid, May waiting for Daniel. My breathe stills when Daniel enters the house, his face calm and composed as usual. I place my hand on my chest, trying to calm my raging heart. The affect that man have on me!

"Daniel!" I hear the voice of May, the maid, causing me to brush of my thoughts. "She's trouble. She's going to burn my kitchen. Ask her to get out, she had alrea-"

"May," Daniel calls out, his voice loud and authoritative. "First, that's my kitchen not yours. Second, that 'she' is my wife. You hear me? My wife. Third, she has every right in this house like me so you need to respect her just like you respect me. She deserves that."

Warmth fills all over me. Happiness bubbles through my veins like warm champagne. My heart goes all fluttery, and I want to over him and kiss the hell out of him. 

Nice thought but I think you should go back to the kitchen, he's coming your way.

Right! I immediately move back to the kitchen —limping slightly. I couldn't help but grin wide when I find Daniel entering the kitchen, his coat gone, sleeves rolled up, hair ruffled.

"Dan-" Before I could complete, he's in front of me, his hands on my waist as he lifts me up and places me on the counter. "Hey, my so-" He cuts me off again my glaring at me. I shut my mouth immediately.

I think that's better.

I sit there silently as he turns the stove off and pours the soup into a bowl. My brows furrows when he open the freezer, grabbing an ice-cream box. He starts serving the ice-cream causing me to frown.

I close my eyes before blurting out. "I'm sorry for spilling coffee on your papers and for breaking your phone. I swear, I didn't mean to do it. I was just so excited about shopping and I wanted you to come with me but I agree, that was so childish and immature. A twenty-six year old woman shouldn't behave like this by throwing tantrums and disturbing. I promise, I won't disturb you again until you beg me to disturb you again." I stop, takes a deep breathe before opening my eyes.

I gasp when I find Daniel right in front of me, his lips curved into a beautiful smile, showing his dimples. He places the ice-cream cup into my hands as he steps back and turns his attention to the mess I made in the kitchen. So much for impression.

Try harder, woman.

"Does it hurt?" His voice startles me but I manage to hold myself. I look at Daniel to find his focus on the bandage wrapped around my right calf.

Aww..

I shake my head, giving him a sweet grin. "Don't worry, I'm used to broken bones but anyway this one didn't break or anything. Just twisted, I'll be jumping up and down by tomorrow."

Daniel turns his attention back to the cleaning as I taste my ice-cream. My heart sinks when I realize that he's not going to talk to me. Was the papers that important? It bothers me a lot that he's still angry at me.

"Do you want some ice-cream?" I ask, praying.

Please let him talk to me! Please!

Since when did you started praying for a man to notice you?

The moment I married him.

He moves towards, grabs my ice-cream from me, places it on the counter beside me before turning towards me. His eyes darkens and before I know it, his lips are on mine.

Oh Daniel! He never fails to surprise me.

Woah!

I don't hesitate a second as I launch myself at him, wrapping my arms around his neck, my legs around his waist and kissing his mouth. His hands hold my nape, and he goes at my mouth as if I'm the only one who can give him air.

It feels so good, and I've missed him so desperately, that I do pull him closer to me, inhaling his scent as he kisses me, stroking my cheeks with the pads of his thumbs.

"Allison," says Daniel, pulling away slightly. "I dunno what's going on inside that brain of yours, but—”

I kiss him.

He sucks in a startled breath, but I steal it back from him and kiss him harder. He allows it, taking my tongue into his mouth with a small groan, but almost immediately takes control back from me, twisting his head to break the kiss. We relax there for a moment, breathing raggedly, the silence yawning wider with every tick of the clock.

"What was that?" he asks, his voice rough edged.

"That was a kiss."

My arms are still around his shoulders. His arms are still around my back. Our chests are pressed so tightly together I feel his heart thudding like mad against my breasts.

"Allis-" Hope walks inside the kitchen only to stop right in her tracks. Groaning, I close my eyes and drop my head to his chest. I'm definitely going to cut her raise.

You should, she's not letting me see some actions.

Daniel chuckles as he holds me closer.  "Hope, can you take this soup to my room."

She nods her head, gives me a nervous glance before lifting up the soup bowl and walking away.

"Just answer me this: Are you angry at me?"

"No," he admits. "It's not you. I... I was just angry at everything. Work has been hectic and I shouldn't have yelled at you."

"I get it," I mutter, smiling.

The air goes electric. We're here in the kitchen, sorting out of our fights and making out like teenagers. This feels great. Just great!

I want him.

I don't know for how long but I do want him. Maybe it's just the sexual attraction but I don't care. I want him.

There's a split second of hesitation, then we move at the same time, with the same need, our hearts drumming the same crazy beat. Our mouths connect with the sense of two puzzle pieces slipping into place with perfect alignment.

The kiss is deep and hot but also impossibly tender. I'm being peeled open, layer by layer, unraveling to my most vulnerable core.

Without another word, Daniel swings me up into his arms and heads toward his bedroom, his strides long and quick. When we get there, he lays me down on the bed, braces his hands on either side of my head, and looks into my eyes.

"I'm gonna get you naked. Just a minute to decide whether you want it sweet, rough," he pauses before leaning in, "or dirty."

He kisses me deeply, his hair tickling my cheeks. Then he moves his mouth to my neck, the scruff on his jaw scraping the sensitive skin under my ear, his lips warm and soft, his breath ragged like mine. I can tell he's trying to go slow, but his hands are shaking where they’re pressed against my head.

I realize we've both wanted this too long to start with tenderness. "I want it fast and dirty."

He breathes and fists his hands into my hair, kissing me again like he'll die if he doesn't. He makes a sound deep in the back of his throat, his usual growling. It sends a weird thrill all the way through me, right down between my legs. I drag him on top of me by the loops in his jeans, desperate to feel his weight. My thighs open around his waist. He's already hard for me. I rock against that hardness, desperate like I've never been.

He's staring down at me, filled with naked lust. He shucks off my slippers, tossing each one over his shoulder to the floor, then slides his open hands from my knees down the inside of my bare thighs, squeezing my flesh as he goes. Then before I can even register what he's doing, he's bent between my legs and pulled my panties aside.

I cry out in shock because his mouth—his hot, wonderful mouth—is there. A shudder runs through my body. I’m aching everywhere. My skin is flushed and burning. "Daniel. Oh God. That's—”

I break off with a moan when he slides a finger inside me. I'm cracking open. My rib cage feels hollowed out, like all my insides have been scraped away and there's only this, the feel of his tongue and the sounds he's making that are sexy and dirty and hot, sounds like he can't get enough of the taste of me, like he's just as greedy for me as I am for him.

"Daniel, I..," I say, a note of desperation in my voice. My hips moving in time to the slow thrusts of his finger.

"You what, Allison?" he say thickly. "You want to come?"

I peers up at him and nods wordlessly with desire. He adds a second finger, and holy fuck, I see heaven. He sucks me harder as he moves his fingers in and out of me. My breathing becomes shallow, lips trembling against his as he brings me closer and closer to the brink. His tongue tends to my clit, rubbing slow circles over my swollen flesh, and my breaths are even more labored now. Yeah, I'm close. I cry out loud as I release out, my body arching high.

I could feel him smile against my pussy. I pull on his hair to see his eyes. I find his blue eyes sp-

Buzzzzzz!

"W-wha…" I blink in confusion.

"Shit," he mutter. "It's work. Give me a minute."

I nod my head, releasing his hair. Within seconds, Daniel has his phone against his ear, sitting on the edge of the bed. Pulling his hair in frustration, he barks out some orders while I lay there, admiring him.

Whoever said sex doesn't need feelings didn't see this man. The one who brought so many emotions in me without doing anything more than giving me an orgasm.

This is definitely not the first time somebody made me cry out in pleasure but this is definitely the first time I felt the feeling lingering longer. Every excitement dies the second I find my release but with this man, I can still feel tingles everywhere. I don't feel empty, I feel content. What type of mess have I brought for myself?

I brush of my thoughts when I find Daniel staring at the floor, his call done. Slowly, I crawl towards him, wrapping my arms around his waist from behind, resting my cheek against his back.

"Go," I whisper, smiling. His body stiffens and within seconds I'm pulled forward, onto his lap.

"Alli-"

"I know. You need to go. I can understand," I tell him, smiling. "Go and do your work."

I see the look of surprise all over his face as if he didn't expect that from me. His eyes showing gratitude of understanding. I feel his ache, his defeat.

"I.. I can't afford to make a mistake. I don't want them to think that I ain't the best."

I nod. I know what he's talking about. He's already prepared for Annabelle's attack, he knows very well that any moment his secret will be out. His relationship with Annabelle will be in front of the shareholders any moment and he needs them to give him a chance. He feels the need to prove that he's the best. He don't even want them to consider otherwise.

He presses a kiss on my temple as I move out of his lap. He rises to his feet, smiles at me. "I love black lingerie than red."

My smile vanishes when I see the look on his face. He's talking about the one I bought today —one which Ryan insisted on buying. I notice his wicked smirk and that's when reality hits me. He's the one had selected my clothes. Ryan was sending him pictures.

I'm going to kill Ryan. Daniel winks at me before walking out. I chuckle as I think about him selecting clothes for me while attending a meeting.

I just knew one thing —this man is going to be the death of me.