Infinite Apex: Tiger's Obsession, #6

By Pet Torres

Check out the end of the erotic series that tells the story of young Emily Fontana and the mighty Larsson Tiger, the emperor of the L.TIGER Nightclubs network.
Will the infinity apex reign in love life of Emily Fontana and Larsson Tiger?
Or were they born to love each other, but the distance is their consolation prize for this turbulent love that involves them?

• Language: English
• Publisher: Pet Torres
• Release date: Dec 2, 2015
• ISBN: 9781310361234

Pet Torres

Pet TorreS is the pseudonym created by the author with the initials of her real name and surname. The author is a young woman who was born in the interior of Rio de Janeiro. She attended the Fashion Design faculty. However, Pet TorreS has been writing novels since she was 10 years old. In 2008 alone, she decided to pursue her career as a self-published author and expose to the world her beautiful love stories. One of your dreams is to be eternalized by her works. Pet TorreS is also a porter of Rheumatoid Arthritis and Lupus. She came to discover it just a few years ago and these illnesses have shaken up her daily routine to continue writing beautiful novels.

Book preview

Prologue

Emily

I've immersed myself in the obsession of the Tiger.

I had the feeling of having my virginity stolen. I challenged the most powerful mortal that crossed my existence to experience the Ardent affection.

I made the man of my life taste the bitter taste of an Forced penance.

Finally, I saw a resurgent soul bloom in Larsson Tiger.

But you know what, now I want to see where our love will go. I deeply wish it reaches the infinite apex in the Eros love.

I believe this is the dream of many mortal lovers...

Chapter 1

The night is finally in its heyday.

With great difficulty I walk down some steps of an external staircase in front of the building where I live. My friend Mari walks nervously behind me, holding the huge tail of my wedding dress. She does this to keep it complete and clean until the ceremony of my marriage.

At that moment I don't know who looks more nervous. Me or her?

Finally I see two cars parked in front of us.

- Emily, I'll meet you in the church in a few minutes!

Mari says and holds my hand carefully, looking like my hand is made of porcelain. She looks into my eyes and I smile without any glare back for her. Her hand removes the excess lipstick from my lips and finally she says.

- Emily...there is still time...

Without any fears, I interrupt her.

- Armando is waiting for me at the altar. I will not disappoint him.

- All right...

Mari says and shrugs.

- I hope you never regret that choice.

So Mari turns her back and walks to her boyfriend's car, Rodolfo. Hastily she enters the wine colored car and they go forward in the church's direction.

I stay in the same place. Totally immobilized. The watch hands seem to have stopped working and I seem to have lost track of time. What should I actually do that night.

Without warning, I look down and see the bouquet of red roses in my hand. Immediately I remember it's my wedding. I must get into the silver car and then in the church, where everyone is waiting for me and even my fiancé Armando.

Looking ahead, I see a silver car. There's a well-dressed driver inside. He is wearing a navy blue tuxedo. The man looks at me and descends from the car in a hurry, opening the back door. I realize that he does it for me to go into it at that moment or I will not make it in time for the ceremony.

As soon as I sit in the back seat, the driver smiles weakly and closes the door to my right. He walks around the vehicle and gets into your car too, closes the door and adjusts the seat belt to his body.

Again I look down and see the bouquet of red roses in my hands with white gloves. Then I realize that the car is in motion.

As we walk the asphalt within the city, I feel that my chest becomes narrower. Some kind of agony absorbs me without mercy.

Hey, is my wedding day and I'm feeling the unhappiest woman in the universe.

More unhappy than when I was abandoned on the road by my uncle's loan shark on that damn night.

A few minutes later, I begin to look at the sides and back, while I see part of the city being left behind through the transparent glass of the car.

The traffic light is open and the driver drives the vehicle to his right. My eyes widen as I realize that something is strange. This is not the correct route to actually get to the church in which I'm bound to say yes to Armando.

- What are you doing?

I question with my frightened eyes. I look around and see the city from an unknown angle.

- This is not the right way to get to church!

I complain again. The driver has a thin smile on his lips and looks at me through the rearview.

- Stay calm Miss. I know what I'm doing.

He remains driving with tranquility, as I continue nervous, in constant dissimilar movements. The bouquet of red roses shakes with the oscillations of my hands. Its petals are struggling to arrive complete to the end of the religious ceremony.

Half an hour later, the silver car finally parks in front of a small church, painted white. At the top there is a cross and a bell with its paint faded by time.

The driver opens the car door and I refuse to get out of the car. Thus looking out and seeing the image of the little church in the distance.

- That is not the church in which I should get married!

The driver remains standing by the door.

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