Reckless Marriage Unyielding Love



Kashton watched Elvis on the surveillance footage, then spun around and hurried off, his steps quick and urgent.

"Kashton, where are you going?" Xavier shouted.

Kashton glanced back at the clueless guy. "Let's get out of here, pronto! Elvis is on a rampage. You wanna stick around for a beating?"

Xavier was speechless. He redirected his gaze back to the monitor, only to see Elvis's face fill the screen.

The screen wobbled a bit, then whooshed into a straight line, and broke down with a pop.

"Ah! Hold up, Kashton!" Xavier yelled before he bolted out the door after him.

In the couple's private room, after everything had settled down, Juliet shouted at Elvis.

"I'll take the blame!" Elvis said without turning his head.

"Damn, Elvis, what are you gonna take responsibility with?" she said, thinking about her pretty face.

Elvis tossed the mini camera to the floor and smashed it with his black crocodile-skin shoes.

"Isn't plastic surgery all the rage now? How much will it cost? I'll cover it!" Elvis said, his voice cold and heavy.

"Elvis, you're out of your mind! Do I look like I need money?" Juliet was really not in the mood to deal with him, and with a kick of her high heels, she lay down on the sofa.

'Damn it! Can't go out. Can't play with the phone. No entertainment at all. Might as well just sleep,' Juliet thought.

After a moment, she got up and took a small whip from the wall.

Standing on the sofa, she raised the small whip in her hand and warned Elvis, "Don't touch me! Otherwise, I'll make you regret it!" After saying that, she cracked the whip in the air, just like a queen declaring war.

Elvis narrowed his eyes, sat at the end of the other sofa, leaned back, and crossed his arms over his chest.Owned by NôvelDrama.Org.

Seeing his reaction, Juliet laid down on the couch too, which was just the right size for a comfy snooze.

After all the ruckus, Juliet found the sofa cozy and the AC just right for a nap. In no time, she was out like a light.

Elvis, used to a life on edge, was a light sleeper. Hearing the whip drop from Juliet's hand, he opened his eyes and glanced at the woman sprawled out, sleeping without a care in the world.

Her mouth was slightly open, a soft snore escaping, one hand on her belly, the other hand and a foot dangling off the couch.

'Seriously? This woman can sleep like a log no matter where she is!' Elvis thought.

Elvis closed his eyes, trying to drift back to sleep, but found his mind's eye filled with the image of a woman.

For the first time in thirty-two years, a woman other than that lady had invaded his thoughts, and it was none other than the woman sleeping at the other end of the couch.

This stirred something in Elvis, a feeling that made him deeply uneasy. He forced himself to try to sleep.

Juliet had fallen into a deep sleep, lost in a beautiful dream.

In her dream, Brantley was presenting her with roses, confessing that his heart had been hers from the start. Under the watchful eyes of a crowd, he proposed to her!

She took the roses from his hand shyly.

Before she could even nod, there was a loud thud as she tumbled to the floor. Though a rug cushioned her fall, she hit the sharp edge of a glass coffee table, wincing in pain.

Rubbing her arm, Juliet stood up and looked around. Elvis was really out cold!

She'd made such a racket falling, and he hadn't stirred at all!

Darn it!

Yawning, Juliet lay back down on the couch to continue her sleep!

As she turned over, Elvis's cold brown eyes cracked open slightly, flickered, and then closed again. He was distant and indifferent down to his very soul.

*****

Meanwhile, Mikayla and Maxius just wrapped up their voice chat when a knock sounded at the door.

The rhythm of the knock was telltale of Carlos himself, extremely regular.

Mikayla glanced at the time. It was so late. What could this man want with her at this hour?

She opened the door to find Carlos clad in a light gray cotton pajama set, looking incredibly lazy and charmingly disheveled.

"Here for something?" Mikayla opened the door just a crack.

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"Are you guarding against me?" Carlos peered through the slim opening to see Mikayla in her pinkish-white pajamas, her figure on full display from his vantage point.

The feel of her from last night was still fresh in his mind, making him want more.

"Of course not," Mikayla replied with an awkward smile, as if caught doing something wrong.

Carlos extended his hand and pushed the door.

"Hmm?" He made a soft sound, indicating that Mikayla's hand blocking the door should probably move.

"Um, anything important?" Mikayla asked again. She wasn't about to let Carlos in and risk. If the two of them were alone in a room, he would lose control again.

Thinking about last night made her cheeks flush.

"Sure!" What he intended to do certainly counted as important.

Mikayla's hand dropped, allowing Carlos to enter, but she let him in without closing the door.

She figured the man wouldn't just act recklessly with the door wide open.

But when it came to moments like this, logic often flew out the window. Men didn't care much about doors being open or not.

"What were you busy with just now, Mika?" Carlos asked casually, looking at the glowing screen of her laptop.

"I just wrapped up a chat with Maxius from the office. Just some department stuff," Mikayla replied.

"All done?" Carlos asked, stepping closer, his eyes still on the screen.

"Yep, that's it for tonight!" Mikayla said, stacking papers and putting pens away.

"You said you there was something important? What gives?" asked Mikayla after she turned around.

As she turned to face him, Carlos was almost on top of her. She nearly bumped into his chest, which was as solid as a rock.

The angle was perfect, the proximity electric, the tension palpable.

"Mika, I've missed you like crazy!" Carlos said, grabbing her hand and pressing it to his chest. "Feel that?"

Mikayla's cheeks went up in flames, the heat racing from her ears down her neck in a split second.

"Um, I've got an early day at work," Mikayla said, trying to pull her hand free, but Carlos wasn't having it.

"Just a little while, I promise," Carlos said, his lips turning down in a pout that looked genuinely hurt.

"No way. I can't be late," Mikayla insisted, pulling her hand away for real this time, reminding herself to keep her wits about her. This guy was a scourge. She couldn't afford to be affected by him.

But as soon as she said no, Carlos sprang into action. He moved in quickly, catching Mikayla off guard and pressing her back against the bed, their bodies aligning in a way that was anything but innocent.

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"Don't use work as a reason to say no to me now!" he said, and then he kissed her.

After all, a guy needed to know how to turn on the charm. If being sweet didn't cut it, then it was time to get a bit more assertive to get what he was

after, right?