Entwined Hearts: A Billionaire Romance
ee paid no attention. Jasmine leaned her head against Jayla's shoulder, and her chest rose and fell to some uneven, slow rhy
tains in the last rays of the sun. This cast the room into a warm, hazy light, yet as
like hours-but she didn't mind. It was quiet. Jasmine hadn't said much since her conversation upstairs, and that was okay. Jayla c
, torn between staying here and whatever the notification was on her screen. Jayla follows the glance, her ey
ile peace between them. She padded silently out of the living room, heart still
oc
ring over the screen as she stared at the phone in
ll come and pick you up at 7. Hop
back of her mind all day. Now that it was here, she was torn. She didn't want to leave her sisters, not after everything that had gone on. Then she thought of Brock- his e
be
ran through her; she pocketed her ph
gundy silk clung softly to her figure, its neckline swooping across her collarbone in elegance. The hem caressed her knees with light airiness, quietl
he color pop, a berry-tinted gloss on her lips. It was subtle and beautiful, and for a second, she felt the tan
-small hoops of gold that glittered in the light and danced softly against
ll, her mind escaping to Jasmine. Jayla had told her to go-that she a
r door. Jayla slipped inside, her
in a smile as she took Jade's outfit in. "The men
g a lock of hair around her
"We all need to breathe a little. Jasmine's sleeping now, and I a
ng her arms about Jayla and hugged her tight
. The building was old, yet timeless, with tall arched windows spilling golden light out onto the night to illuminate the sidewalk
came around the car to meet her, his eyes widening fractionally as he took her in. He was clad in a navy blue suit,
as he searched for the word,
ike a soft breeze. "You're not so bad yourself," she teased lig
ook it, the two of them movin
The air vibrated with the murmur of con
eaming, polished marble floors underfoot. These walls are lined with works of art- vibrant, abstract,
matically set for each painting, with its s
the next while hushed tones spoke word
swirl together in some stormy sea. He turned to her then, his voice low and warm. "*Untamed Currents*-th
he colors pulsed with energy, raw, harnessed just enough to contai
lines of her face. "So are you," he whispered, voice low, w
pace seemed to yawn between them as if the energy from the paintings ha
conversations. Painting seemed to be telling a story, and Brock had this w
Jade found herself leaning in, laughing at his obs
ted into reds, and streaks of gold threaded through almost like veins of light formed a riot of color across th
hers as they both stared at the painting. "It's my
nd. Her heart skipped a beat in her chest, her pulse racing
had been a feeling of suspended animation, as though they'd been
ght, tentative, yet sure. He turned towards her; his eyes bored into hers,
thing but silence except f
ve thought. "Thank you," she whispered. Emotion threaded her voice with
r