Charlotte After Brian left the room, leaving Nicole and me alone, we could finally talk about what happened to me without other people present to listen. "Do you think it was just a pregnancy discomfort, Charlotte?" "I'm sure it is, Nicole," I affirmed with conviction. "I've been reading a lot about it, and it's very common to experience that kind of discomfort in the early stages of pregnancy." Nicole seemed thoughtful upon hearing what I said, and after sighing resignedly, she spoke in a conspiratorial tone, probably fearing that someone could arrive at any moment. "You shouldn't have been the one to undergo the insemination, Charlotte. You're too young and inexperienced, and Oliver was right to resist this madness." I didn't like hearing that from Nicole because I was old enough to know what was right and wrong, and if I chose to undergo the insemination, it wasn't because I was influenced by others. I did it because I wanted to. "And who should have done it then? You?" I as
Brian Charlotte was under the same roof as me, and that caused a myriad of sensations in me, none of which I understood to be something positive for me. I should have been thinking about business or about the son who would be with me in a few months, but the truth is that ever since we arrived in New York, something inside my chest began to stir, as if the trip from the Hamptons wasn't enough, and I could only think about a girl who was completely forbidden to me, in every sense. Luckily, my aunt noticed that talking to Charlotte was distracting me from the road, and they both remained in a comfortable silence for the rest of the way, which I internally thanked. If I were honest with myself, Charlotte had managed to stir up my emotions since the day I saw her at the museum, beautiful and calm... Always quiet and introspective. But her expression carried a serenity mixed with innocence that didn't sit well with me because it managed to awaken things in me that I had never felt before
Brian I woke up suddenly, feeling sweat pouring from all my pores, and almost fell off the couch I had just fallen asleep on, still in the TV room, and felt like a complete idiot, for running away from the girl so much and she still managed to chase me in my dreams. I dreamed about Charlotte? And even worse, it was a completely erotic dream! I was in trouble, really. There was no escape. I ran my hands over my forehead, wiping the sweat drops that had welled up there, and leaned back on the couch, putting my feet up on the coffee table and trying to get more comfortable. I sighed once more, feeling like a defeated man as I found that I was completely erect with a dream, something that hadn't happened since I was a teenager. I slipped my hand under the lightly woven shorts I was wearing and stroked my member, just enough to try to calm my nerves. But as my hand was massaging my cock, my eyes seemed to have a mind of their own, closing and I quickly saw the image of Charlotte formi
Charlotte I knew that the door right next to mine was Brian's room because Melanie had informed me when she showed me where I would be staying as soon as we arrived at her house. I walked up to the door, driven by curiosity, and pressed my ear against it, but I couldn't hear any noise coming from inside, which meant he must already be sleeping. I silently walked past Melanie's room, which was right at the beginning of the hallway, until I reached the staircase landing, descending towards the first floor of the huge and incredibly elegant apartment. After leaving the kitchen, about to walk down the hallway towards the stairs again, I thought that maybe I could go to Brian's library and search for a book that could hold my attention since the only book I had in my suitcase hadn't managed to do so. I was walking towards the library when I reconsidered and decided that it wouldn't be right for me to invade a space where Brian also used for work. He might not appreciate knowing that I
Brian I needed to go out and find a real woman and get over those feelings Charlotte was bringing up, that's what I should be doing and not jerking off to her like the hormonal teenager I never was. Tomorrow, even though it was a Monday, I would invite Oliver and Douglas over for happy hour without fail! I needed to see women secure and self-confident enough for a night of sex with no strings attached. I didn't need any kind of emotional involvement at that moment in my life, while I was awaiting the arrival of my child and heir. But sex I could engage in freely, without expectations and based solely on a mutual interest in seeking pleasure. I forced a smile, as even as I thought about free, unattached sex, the only image that came to mind was Charlotte. And what's worse, it wasn't the Charlotte of my dreams, dressed in sexy and powerful lingerie, but rather the girl in teenage clothes, always wearing jeans and a T-shirt, with a distant look that didn't allow anyone to decipher h
CharlotteListening to Brian talk about the TV room made me choke on my own saliva, even though I wasn't eating anything. But the others didn't need to know that detail.So when the man who had made me utterly embarrassed left, I felt truly relieved because I couldn't even look at him directly. The shame had taken over me in that moment."Are you feeling better, Charlotte?" kind Melanie asked me.I looked at her, my cheeks flushed, feeling completely embarrassed because the lady had no idea that I had caught her nephew in a completely unexpected and compromising situation."I'm fine, Melanie," I replied, trying to reassure her."That's good, dear," she commented, smiling. "I'm quite relieved because sometimes these kinds of situations get completely out of control."I understood what she meant, as once again the memory of how my decision to go to the kitchen for some water had ended in a very unexpected and surprising way."So, now let's talk about your visit to the doctor," Melanie c
BrianWhen I arrived at the office after leaving my apartment feeling suffocated and with conflicting thoughts, I tried to completely disconnect myself from anything that reminded me of Charlotte.For some strange reason, my project of having a child through a surrogate hired specifically for this purpose was also part of the thoughts that led me to Charlotte. So when the person in charge of my personal accounting handed me a report with the expenses of the last month, including information related to that matter, I quickly disposed of it.Before doing so, of course, I had to sign the document so that it could be sent back to the appropriate department. As I did that, I quickly noticed the name of the clinic chosen by Oliver for the artificial insemination process, and consequently, all the prenatal appointments as well.That information caught my attention, but I merely memorized the name and placed the document with the others on my desk for my secretary to distribute accordingly.T
CharlotteWhen Brian left the room to meet Oliver, I breathed a sigh of relief, despite everything.I felt nauseated after vomiting everything I had eaten that morning just a few minutes ago in Oliver's bathroom. Taking all of this into consideration, it wasn't a good time to encounter Brian in any way, and when he looked at me analytically, I feared that he might see more than I wanted to show."I apologize for this," Nicole said, feeling bad. "Oliver didn't tell me that Brian would come here, otherwise, I would have suggested that we go to Eloá's room, Charlotte.""You don't need to worry about that, Nicole. I believe he didn't notice anything other than two friends talking," I tried to sound optimistic.Nicole noticed my feeble attempt at positivity and started laughing, as she always did when she was truly nervous."I think Brian is suspecting something," she said exactly what I was thinking now.The expression on Brian's face indicated something akin to suspicion, but I had a fee
Charlotte I arrived home earlier that night because one of the professors, the one who was supposed to teach the last class of the day, had to cancel due to a sudden personal issue, and there was no time for a replacement, so the whole class was dismissed at the last minute. I didn't bother calling Brian to let him know about the unexpected change, and that I would be home earlier because I was so tired that I thought it would be better to take a taxi than wait for the driver to pick me up at the university, where I was currently taking my administration course. But I found it quite strange that everything seemed so quiet, even though it was still relatively early, and considering there were three children at home who didn't usually go to bed early at all. I was genuinely fearful. I went to the spacious living room of t
Ramona felt a tightness in her heart as she watched the church where her son Douglas's wedding would take place. It was a moment of joy and celebration, but also a painful reminder of the distance between them. Even though she hadn't received an invitation to the ceremony, she decided to go and confront her own mistakes. With courage and determination in her heart, Ramona went to the church where the wedding would be held. She dressed modestly, her face marked by sadness and hope for a possible reconciliation. She arrived before the bride's entrance, taking the opportunity to approach her son. Upon seeing Douglas, nervous and anxious, Ramona felt a mixture of love and regret overflowing in her chest. She approached him, seeking a moment alone before the ceremony. "Douglas, my son, may I speak with you for a
OliverIt was one of those gala nights in New York City, where high society gathered to celebrate, socialize, and, of course, show off. Nicole and I found ourselves at yet another one of these grand events, and she looked absolutely stunning that night.On that evening, Nicole shone like never before. Her elegant and sophisticated black dress accentuated her graceful figure, while her hair cascaded in perfectly arranged waves around her shoulders. Her confidence was soaring, and I could see it in her demeanor, her smile, in every graceful gesture she made.We were surrounded by familiar and unfamiliar faces, all dressed in expensive attire and watchful eyes. I couldn't help but feel incredibly lucky to be by Nicole's side. She had come a long way since we first met, and the confidence she exuded that night was a testament t
OliverAfter putting Eloá to bed, I sat down next to Nicole, eager to hear what she had to say. It was a moment of honesty and confession, and I was determined to listen to every word attentively.Nicole sighed and looked deeply into my eyes. I could see the sincerity in her gaze, mixed with a hint of regret.“Oliver, I know I've made a lot of mistakes and was very immature when I ended our relationship. I acted impulsively, letting my fears and insecurities get the best of me. I deeply regret hurting you and throwing away something so special that we had.”I held your hands, conveying support and encouragement. I wanted her to know that I was willing to listen to her and give our love a chance."Nicole, I understa
DouglasEmily and Charlotte awaited us in the apartment, but after all the emotions of the reunion between them and Nicole, as well as the immense happiness we all felt seeing them safe, it was clear that Eloá and Nicole needed rest. The doctors had attended to them at the cabin, but they were undoubtedly worn out and tired."I think it's best to leave you all alone," Charlotte said, exactly what I was thinking. "In fact, we all need some rest after everything that's happened in the past few days.""You're right, my love," Brian gazed at his wife with remarkable devotion. "Let's head back to our homes.""I suggest a dinner at my place to celebrate life," Emily suggested, and I believe my expression matched Brian's when I looked at my fiancée. "What do you think?"
NicoleAt the moment one of the men hired by Martina pushed me abruptly into an isolated and unknown cabin, where it was clear that I would have no access to any help, terror overcame me. However, I maintained a facade of calm, avoiding causing panic in my young daughter. I gripped Eloá's hand firmly, and we were roughly led through some dimly lit rooms until we stood in front of a closed door. At that moment, several terrifying scenarios flooded my mind."Go in," the man ordered, opening the door and pointing to the interior of the room. Fear grew, and I felt my body tremble. Although the thought of inquiring about Martina's whereabouts and appealing to reason, given that Eloá was her daughter, crossed my mind, I chose not to. Once again, I was determined not to reveal the concern I felt to my daughter."Nicole, I'm scared," Eloá murmured as she hugged me tightly. Her body was trembling, or perhaps it was my own tremor affecting me, but I tried to calm her, even though I didn't know
OliverBrian rushed into the room. He had returned to his apartment with Charlotte, as we had decided to take turns during the night, which had been too long for me. I had only managed to get two hours of sleep, exhausted from worry."What happened?" Douglas was the first to ask. Douglas had also managed to get some sleep, and now, it was almost six in the morning, and we were all on alert once again."The location indicated by Charlotte's phone led the police team to an abandoned house a few kilometers north of New York," he said with clear frustration."I admit I was expecting something like this," I said with a sense of discouragement. "Martina is doing well in keeping her hideout hidden from us."I resumed pacing back and forth in the room, feeling helpless."Can I speak to you privately, Oliver?"I found Brian's request strange, but I followed him out of my apartment."The investigator believes there are cameras in your apartment," Brian revealed. "Martina isn't that clever, and
OliverAs I anxiously awaited any clue that could lead me to Eloá and Nicole, the feeling of helplessness in the face of the situation was overwhelming. I needed to act quickly and find my daughter and my wife before something very bad happened.I'm sitting on the couch now, restless, while my friends Brian and Douglas try to calm me down. They understand my distress and are doing everything they can to help. In the meantime, I'm constantly looking at my phone, waiting for any news about Eloá.The hired private investigators are working hard to find clues about the whereabouts of Nicole and Eloá. They are investigating possible locations where Martina might be hiding and reaching out to people who might have relevant information.The police are also involved
OliverI returned from the bedroom feeling more confident and calmer. The sheriff wasn't around anymore, but Brian assured me he would stay in touch about any updates in the case. That didn't make me feel at ease, of course. I won't be able to feel that until my daughter is with me. However, I can think more rationally now. Arguing with the police won't get us anywhere."Charlotte?" I asked, noticing that she wasn't among them anymore."She had to go back home," Brian explained. "The babies still need a lot of her attention. But I'll keep her informed."While Brian took charge of staying in constant contact with the police and private investigators, Douglas was scouring the internet for any information that could help us find Martina.Even with the certainty that the police were also committed to the case, I knew I couldn't rely solely on the authorities. Martina had proven to be cunning in the past, and I feared she would be capable of doing anything to harm me and hurt my daughter.