Thirty-Four NathanShe wasn't in bed.The empty bed glared back at me, accusing me of abandoning its owner. Where the hell was she? I leaned against the door, my hands hiding in the pockets of my pants. When was the last time I had seen her? I closed my eyes and dragged a hand down my face. There were so many things running through my head, it was like a fucking circus show. Chloe was pregnant, Lily was pregnant. Fuck, one would think I was Santa dishing out babies as gifts. Fucking stupid. "And things had been going so fucking well," I groaned, punching the wall right next to me. Chloe and I had gotten along quite well, everything was supposed to be fine. Lily, fuck, Lily showing up was a mess! And now Chloe was missing too? Dammit! Why the hell was she determined to drive me crazy? All she had to do was trust me! To fucking trust me! I wasn't happy about this pickle either and as much as I would like to run off, I couldn't do that! I whipped out my phone. Lamenting at her door
Thirty-FiveChloeI woke up to the feel of someone's arm around me. It felt just right. It was how things had been in the past few days anyways. I knew it was Nathan. I could smell his scent. I could hear his tiny snores and mumbles, with his head buried in my neck. He was so adorable. Especially when he mumbled things that I couldn't figure out in his sleep. When I confronted him about it one time, he denied it and said I was delusional. Idiot. I tried to turn to face him. He looked every bit innocent like a saint. His dark locks were scattered and ruffled. His lashes fanned his cheeks. They moved slightly sometimes, but I knew he was still asleep. His plump lips were parted, little sounds slipping through them. Smiling, I pressed a kiss on his grizzly jaw. He would have to shave this morning. Maybe I could shave him instead. If he wasn't going to be a ninny about it. The last time I had shaved him, I had nicked him in the jaw just once and he banned me from touching the darn sha
Thirty-SixNathan"Let's make this quick," I told Lily as we walked towards the pregnancy clinic. She had insisted that I follow her to see the doctor. I couldn't refuse. She was carrying my child. I had to take responsibility. I had to. "You could at least pretend to be excited. I didn't make this baby on my own." She said, her voice dripping with anger. "It doesn't change the fact that you could have prevented this. I'm not happy about this Lily. I feel responsible, yes. But don't expect me to fucking happy!" I snapped. She rolled her eyes and shrugged. "Have it your way. I know you'll come back to me anyways." What on earth was that supposed to mean? "What do you mean," She shrugged again, stepping into the clinic. I grabbed her shoulders and held her in place. "Speak!" I snarled. There was a series of throat clearing and when I looked up, I found the receptionist and a bunch of nurses, staring daggers at me. I let go abruptly and sneered at them. They ought to mind their f
Thirty SevenChloeWhy does everything in the freaking mall seem so expensive? I thought eyeing a couple of baby clothes I wanted to buy. Around me, people teemed like flies, yelling, hollering, and shouting at themselves. I wasn't used to this. Mostly because my parents were quite conservative and rarely took me to the mall. The only time I had been there was with my best friend. Addison. My chest squeezed at the thought of her. I had skipped classes that day. And spent it running through the entire mall, feeding my eyes with all the shining dresses my parents would never let me have. Quite ironic that the clothes mom had packed were the extreme opposite of conservative. I looked up again, through the show glass of the store. The baby clothes that had caught my eye was a cute green, alligator onesie. I glanced at my slightly bulging stomach. It had been four months already. And I was starting to show. Nathan had been super thrilled to see the baby bulge. He'd jumped and marveled
THIRTY-EIGHTNathanThe letters on the document were beginning to dance. I was so freaking tired. Spending the entire day cooped up in the office without stepping out was taking its freaking toll on me. I was being childish. If I could, I would spend the entire damn day; and night; in the office, I would. Anything to avoid the situation at home. My office door opened. Gisele stepped in, her white blouse was a rather tight one with puffy sleeves. Damn it, Nathan, look the hell away. Looking got you in this mess anyway.“Sir, It’s six pm-” She announced, getting on my nerves. “I have eyes, Gisele. And a freaking wristwatch too,” I grumbled.My eyes fixed on the door behind her and I gave myself a mental kick. She wouldn’t come in here. Heck, she hadn’t shown up to work. I had left her in bed and raced down to work for a meeting with Shareholders and when I reached my office, the chief’s accountant desk was empty.I should have called her. If I was a good husband, someone who deeply ca
Thirty-NineChloe"Well, this is me," I told Addy as she pulled up before Nathan's mansion. It was late in the night and I wasn't so surprised that Nathan "Wow, for an asshole, he has a pretty fine house," Addy spat but I could see the awe scribbled all over her face. "And a pretty fine body," I chuckled while she rolled her eyes. "Living with his mistress is just plain crazy Chloe. I'll bet if you leave for like a day, he'll come to his fucking senses. That's just plain insensitive!" I sighed. I didn't have much of a choice. He was all I had aside from my parents. Not everyone was brought up under a free rein like Addison was. "I can't... Addy. I have to think of my baby," I mumbled, staring out the window. The lights of the house were on. Nathan's car was in the driveway too as well. I closed my eyes and leaned against the headrest. "Can I stay in the car for like five minutes? I don't want to see him yet," Addison nodded. "You want me to go in there and give him a good bashin
FortyNathanThere was a loud pounding somewhere in my head. It was fierce and seemed to amplify every second. I groaned, raising my hand to clutch it as I opened my eyes. My vision was quite blurry as I tried to take in where I was and for a while, everything spun in circles. I groaned again, closing my eyes. Someone was laying on my chest. Despite the crazy headache that threatened to pound my brain to mush, a small smile wormed its way to my lips. "Ch..." There was a lump in my throat that made it quite hard to talk. Damn! Just how much did I drink yesterday? This was why I shouldn't hang out with Noah. He was a bad influence when it came to chugging down alcohol. I took a deep breath instead, reaching for Chloe's soft hair. I couldn't open my eyes yet anyways, since everything was still spinning like crazy. But I could hold on to her. "Chloe," I managed to grunt. What happened yesterday? She had been mad at me since the fiasco at the office, so I had thought naturally, that I
Forty-One Chloe"Chloe, table nineteen needs a refill!" Boss Liu's voice rang through the kitchen as he stepped in. He was a rather huge Asian man, spanning over six feet with enough muscles to make Bruce Lee jealous. His eyes were forever slanty, given the impression that he was about the pummel the shit out of you. However, as menacing as he looked, he was the biggest softie I had ever meant. "Sure thang Liu," I said in a faux southern accent. He dislike the Southern drawl and because I was...me, I enjoyed teasing him with it. It was so fucking adorable, seeing his face scrunch up every time he heard the accent. "Chloe," he whispered. Well, he meant to whisper. It sounded more like he was shouting but in a lower tone. "I told you. It's Boss Liu. Everybody," he gestured at the cooks and waiters in the large kitchen. "Says Boss Liu," "Ohh, you want me to call you Boss Liu?" I asked and he nodded quite adorably. I tapped my cheek, pretending to think about it, and said, "No," Laug