Flames of love and war のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 11 - チャプター 20

Laura's POV“You remember what happened the last time don't you? She came in here strutting around like a proud peacock but ended up being put in her place by the boss.” One of the voices filtered in.“Yeah right. The walk of shame was epic. Who the hell does she think she is?” Another contributed to the seemingly never old gossip. I was honestly tired of it. I mean, there were a lot of things to say about me now. Especially that I was now married to one of the most dangerous humans walking the earth.I flushed the toilet and knew they'd be shocked when I walked out the cubicle. They always seemed to be able to run their mouths until I was around them. Then they go completely quiet. It was honestly very funny to me.I stepped out of the cubicle, my heels clicking against the tiled floor, and just as I expected, the room went dead silent. The two women who had been so confidently gossiping only moments ago suddenly froze, their faces draining of color as they registered my presence.

Laura's POVI didn’t have time for this. Whoever she was, whether a lover, an old flame, or just some spoiled princess throwing a tantrum, it wasn’t my business. Kelvin was the one who she wanted to see, and if he wanted to entertain his guests, that was on him. I had survived a dinner with his father tonight. That alone had drained every ounce of energy I had left. The last thing I needed was to get dragged into some ridiculous territorial dispute over a man I barely tolerated. So, I did the most mature thing I could. I ignored her. Without another word, I turned on my heel and started walking toward my room. I barely made it three steps before I heard her scoff. Then, the sharp click of heels against marble as she rushed after me. “Hey! I wasn’t done talking to you—” She reached for my arm. Big mistake. Before her fingers could touch me, a strong hand shot out, blocking her movement. It was one of the guards. I didn’t stop walking, but I slowed just enough to g

Laura's POVI barely registered the sound of my own footsteps as I sprinted back toward the house, my heart pounding, not just from the run, but from the sudden awareness of what had just happened. The easy laughter, the lightness I had felt, the way I had let my guard slip with that stranger. What the hell was I thinking? I burst through the front door, breathing heavily, and made a beeline for my room, ignoring everything and everyone. I needed a moment. Just one moment to make sense of what had happened. The second I stepped inside, I shut the door behind me and leaned against it, dragging in deep, uneven breaths. My mind was a mess of emotions, confusion, guilt, and something dangerously close to excitement. But before I could sort through any of it, a cold shiver ran down my spine. I wasn’t alone. The air in the room felt different, charged, heavy, suffocating. My instincts screamed at me before I even turned around. I already knew who it was. Slowly, I turned,

Kelvin's POVI pressed my tongue against the inside of my cheek, forcing myself to suppress the smirk that threatened to spread across my face. It wouldn’t do to let her see just how much I was enjoying this. She was already rattled. Pushing her further would be fun, but not yet. Not until she fully understood what this was. I picked up my glass of wine, taking a slow sip as I let the silence stretch between us, deliberately making her squirm. She sat stiffly across from me, her back unnaturally straight, her jaw tight. I could almost hear the frantic thoughts racing through her head. Would I use the footage against her? Would I humiliate her? What did I want from her? I wanted her to ask. I wanted her to say it out loud, to acknowledge the truth neither of us could escape. She had been thinking of me.Moaning for me.And now, she sat across from me, pretending she hadn't been digging up her guts trying to reach an orgasm… for me.Pathetic little liar. I took another s

Laura's POVMy legs refused to move at first. Even as the club remained in chaos, even as people tripped over themselves in their hurry to escape, my body stayed rooted to the spot. Because that single gesture, the slow curl of his finger, beckoning me forward, held more weight than the bullet he had just fired. He had always had a way of making demands without words, without force. A look, a tilt of his head, a flick of his fingers. It was enough. And God help me, I always found myself dripping and obedient. I've always known I was abnormal with my attraction to danger and adventure, but I was beginning to think I was crazy. Getting close to him was like a moth being attracted to a flame. I'd only get destroyed. I stepped forward, my breath tight in my throat, weaving through the panicked stragglers. Each step felt heavier, as if I was walking straight into the devil’s den. But wasn’t I already there? He hadn’t moved from his seat. His body was still draped in lazy eleg