Lahat ng Kabanata ng Keenan Hilton's Chaos : Kabanata 1 - Kabanata 10

IMPORTANT AUTHORS NOTE: This is the only authors note this book will have, so please read it. If you have not yet read my book His Own Undoing, then I would advice you to do that first, because you might get confused along the way in this book because they will be long flashback since they are already there in His Own Undoing, but if you don't want to, you can still read on. Hey everyone and welcome to: KEENNA HILTON'S CHAOS, it's so nice to have you here. You are at the right place at the right time. Thank you for joining me in this journey. Will Keenan Hilton finally get the happily ever after he deserves, or will he be trapped in other people's shadow all the rest of his life? Join me as we find out. (Read this note if you have read HOU/HN, do not read if you haven't.) I'm starting The Italian Devil's Surrender from 4 years ago, before Keenan and Taylor left the country, feel free to ask any question you have concerni

“Anyone who is in love is making love the whole time, even when they’re not. When two bodies meet, it is just the cup overflowing. They can stay together for hours, even days. They begin the dance one day and finish it the next, or– such is the pleasure they experience– they may never finish it. No eleven minutes for them.”~Paulo Coelho A week later As Varisha makes her way from the restroom, Max, her supervisor falls into line with her. Max being her supervisor is a 5ft11 inches tall male He is wearing a long sleeve, navy blue sweater on a white shirt and a black trouser. He's keeping an extremely low hair cut and a full beards just like the one Keenan keeps only his own making him look even more terrifying than she want him to be. Vary didn't need to be slapped twice in the face to know that Max didn't like her and she wishes she could change that. She thought the male are a little

“Sexual pleasure is, I agree, a passion to which all others are subordinate but in which they all unite.”~Marquis de Sade She frowns in confusion, what did she do now? “You mean now?” she asks. “Now!” he thunders and makes his way past her. Her stomach growls aloud from emptiness, but she knows she one need is higher than hers and Keenan her boss' need is more than her stomach's. So much for her lunch break. Murmuring her complains to herself, she follow him behind. Just like every time he came into her office and took her to lunch four years, the eyes of other colleagues trail and longer on them, especially on her. She tightens her hand on her pause and silently follow behind him like a sheep to the slaughter. He enters his office and leaves the door open for her and Vary slows down in her walk, debating why he is

"It was recognising that together you had the power to temporarily banish that sense of isolation. It was about experiencing what it was to be human at the basest, most instinctive level. How could that be described as just anything?”~Emily Maguire The room goes quiet and she qwalk backward towards the door when she sees Keenan walks out of the opened door with a bottle of wine in his right hand. His hair is looking shabby and his eyes are red and dull and his steps wobbly and staggering. He's drunk and from what she sees he's probably been crying. Her heart squeezes in her chest as she imagines the torture he must be going through. His eyes goes dim when they see the blury image luring around and his lips pauses as he curiously stares at her. “Taylor?” he slur, staggering towards her and missing a step and almost falling down. “No, it's Vary.&rdqu

“Love is blind, they say; sex is impervious to reason and mocks the power of all philosophers. But, in fact, a person’s sexual choice is the result and sum of their fundamental convictions. Tell me what a person finds sexually attractive and I will tell you their entire philosophy of life. ~Ayn Rand My heart skips a beat as I watch him show me the certificate and I walk over to him to look at the paper certificate in his hand which holds my name and my signature as well as Keenan name and his signature on it. My ears are still ringing from the married he said a few minutes and my eyes are still now painful for staring at the paper too look hoping that it would finally become blank. How on earth did we get married? There was nothing that happened yesterday that even pointed to married so this makes no sense. My mind is rising with different thoughts, from how this is going to affect my work and ca