Chapter Forty-eight : A Flicker of the Dark Side of Love

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When the sun had just begun to show its smile upon the face of earth, Sofia was awakened by feathery kisses of her devoted husband trailing a ticklish and warm path down her shoulder, causing goose bumps to erupt everywhere

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When the sun had just begun to show its smile upon the face of earth, Sofia was awakened by feathery kisses of her devoted husband trailing a ticklish and warm path down her shoulder, causing goose bumps to erupt everywhere.

She unfolded her eyes to Max's sluggish grin and then he greeted her 'morning' with the kind of fervent kiss that had her toes curl inevitably. And as she returned the favor, they'd made love again. The sleep had not completely abandoned her eyes, and as Max loved her so slowly - with so much intensity, she lapsed between dozing off to the darkness of slumber and relishing the incredible pleasure.

It was eminently serene. Almost as though it were a dream.

While their sleek bodies moved so sensually against one another in the most intimate ways, Sofia wondered if sex felt like this to everyone else as well – this overwhelmingly feverish and all-consuming.

Last night, Sofia was frozen for a long minute after Max had pointed out the fact that they'd not used any protection which he had apparently kept at the bedside drawer earlier, but had forgotten completely about after the eventful day. He seemed unusually silent at the little slip up, his face void of emotions and she could not figure out what was going on in that mind of his. She guessed that he too would find it a little too early – the prospect of becoming a parent at this stage of their marriage. However, Sofia relaxed a couple seconds later recalling that the date of her period was just around the corner and a round of unprotected love making wouldn't really end up with her getting knocked up. Max had just smiled and buried his face in her hair when she told him just that.

"We should do this...," back to their morning escapade – she moaned when he shifted a bit, still buried inside her even after they were both sated since a while. "A lot."

He chuckled, nose buried in the crook of her neck, voice husky from both sleep and the exhaustion from their recent activities. The vibration of his chest rumbling with the chuckle had her tremble.

"That's a splendid idea which's going to be materialized no matter if you had voiced it or not."

She had her arms wrapped around his shoulders as he still lied upon her. Feeling his lips stretch up to a huge smirk, she swung a hand and placed a loud slap on his back. "You sound like a brute."

"But I AM a brute," was his cheeky retort.

The basta*d!

She loved these easy banters between them. They confirmed that Max was indeed her best friend first and foremost, despite the fact that he had become many more things to her along the way.

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"I'm Joe Ramsey, Jason Ramsey my father – the owner of Ramsey chain of restaurants," divulged the unknown man rescued unexpectedly from Sofia's raid into Mevil's mansion.

"Master chef Jason Ramsey?" Sofia cried, her eyes widening.

Joe nodded solemnly.

"Mevil had his eyes set on the restaurant dad has opened right next to his still under-construction hotel." While a gaping Sofia had yet to recover from her surprised state, Joe described. "Mevil's weary that right next to dad's restaurant his business's going to fail miserably, which technically I think it definitely will. Not that I'm boasting or something, but hell - it's damn true that my dad is one of the best chefs globally."

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