Axar Ires Artemis D'Alarie is the one person you do not want to cross paths with. She is everything that you should be scared of. When the time to take over her father's mafia has come, after years of brutal training, she is held back by a single co...
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Waking up, I feel pressure on my stomach. I shift, trying to get out of the ironman grip, failing miserably. I almost just out of my bones, hearing whatever what next to me talk.
"Trying to get away from me so soon? I hope you won't run away at the altar" A deep voice, full of sleep, brings me back in motion. Damn, I'm going to have to check my panties, cuz I think he gave me an orgasm just with his sleepy voice. I look over, to Acelian, with his arm bringing me closer to him. I sigh defeated and look at the clock. It's 4 in the morning, perfect. The meeting is tomorrow, but I wanted to land in Canada the day before.
"C'mon, we have to get up, we're leaving at 6" He groans and takes his arm back. My abs flex in tiredness, but I quickly stand up. But, upon standing, I lose my footing, and as I prepare myself to hit the floor, the impact never came. Instead, I'm wrapped in warm arms and a naked chest, full of drawings. Oops, I'm sorry, art.
"Be careful, Mei Vida" he says, helping me stand straight. I nod while yawning. He exits the room, and I walk over to my bathroom and almost flinch at the cold tile. I open the light, my eyes closing, not being used to the bright light. I slowly open them and start brushing my teeth. I pull out my luggage and start shoving in some clothes. I don't have any housing there, so it's a hotel. Plus, I'm not going to do much shopping, because I wanted to do an alliance with the Canadians for a while now.
I ponder over bringing clothes for an outing. Should I? ah fuck it. It's better to have it. I try closing the zip, but the suitcase is too full. I resort to sitting on it and closing it at the same time, and it works. I grab a carry-on and shove in a good number of red bottoms, and 2 pairs of sneakers. I also grab my travel essentials bag, it's all my products, except in a case of their own. I grab my curling iron and shove it in, before closing it. Next, I grab a large tote, or a lawyer bag, as Azelia would say, and place all my work and other essentials in it. Lastly, I scour the closet to find something to wear. I settle on a simple sweater and some comfy pants, and a big and long coat. It's cold where we're going, and I don't plan on being sick anytime soon.
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I slip on some air forces and grab my apple watch. I then wheel out my stuff to the hallway, while Acelian comes out of his room, yawning. I smile at him and continue to effortlessly wheel my luggage to the living room. Acelian does the same and comes to wrap his arm around my waist. It's literally become a daily occurrence for us. He gives me a tired smile as I look up at him. Butterflies in my stomach. Literally.
