LOGINWhen Elna's father brings up the topic of a marriage proposal between her and Brandon, she's sure her life is over. Her wedding night only helps to reaffirm her fears and she finds out he's worse than she thinks. She is not the first in her family to get into an arranged marriage and so, she will do everything in her power to make it work. With each step she takes forward, Brandon matches it with twenty steps backward. But Elna is tough, she knows what she wants, and she goes for it. Will she manage to tame the cold hearted monster known as her husband? Be the cream to his strong, bitter coffee or, will she get burnt in the process of trying to save him from his demons? Cream or Coffee, or, a little of both?WARNING:° Mature content.° Use of Strong Language.° Violence.
View MoreI wake up with Brandon's arms around my waist, his leg between mine and our bodies pressed against each other. My muscles scream in protest when I try to push him off in an attempt to get out of the bed and a new wave of annoyance hits me when his arms tighten around my waist. He stirs, runs his fingers across my naked stomach before trailing a line down my hips. I freeze, waiting for his breathing to return to normal so I can try again.
A yawn slips from me, the back of my hand goes to cover my mouth and I nod with my head almost hitting the table. I blink twice, fighting to stay awake and the yawn escapes me. The light of my phone screen comes on, a peek at the time shows it's past nine and Brandon is not here yet. He's not picking my calls, in fact, no one is. Brandon. Clarissa. Joshua. They have all gone quiet on me and I'm starting to get worried. I miss them. Him.
I wake up with a start, a string of curses leaves my lips as I turn to lie on my stomach and sigh in relief at the switch of positions. My whole body is sore, my anus, vagina and nipples scream for some tender loving care plus a warm bath. I blink twice, noting the change in the colours of the walls for the first time, we are in our bedroom but I have no recollection of how I got here. A small laugh escapes me, I am a deep sleeper, I can sleep through a storm and last night was hell, there is
I stare at his retreating back unable to grasp what just happened until Brandon turns sharply to repeat his order. "Follow me."The invisible forces keeping my feet rooted to the ground lets up, I nod and trail behind him like a diligent puppy ready to serve its master. Silence is my only companion as we go down the long stairs and onto the





