I honestly do not know where to start from. But as my friend would say, start from anywhere.
I feel like a total ass for leaving this book unupdated for so long but the thing is, school has been after my life. I can't even begin to explain how hectic things have been. On some days when I get back home just when it's starting to get dark, I fall face down on my bed without even eating and wake up the next day for a repeat.There's no time to focus on myself, not to talk about my books and it's crazy because I thought I'd be able to update at least a chapter a week but I've not been able to. And I kept meaning to update a chapter where I would attach a message to let you guys in on what was going on but I never got the chance to. Now that it's looking like I may never get to, I've decided to just send out a message.I hope that I have not lost all my readers and I hope I'll still have you all here when I get back to writing this book because I plan to focus on it all through my holiday after exams, which would be around the middle of September.I really really hope I haven't lost you guys.Thank you so much for reading and for even giving this book a try. I cannot tell you how honoured and grateful I am.Best,Ivy.LAURA You’re pregnant. Two words. That was all it took to change my life. The doctor’s words still echoed in my head even well over thirty minutes later. I was pregnant. Pregnant as in with child. As in there was a minuscule human living inside of me. A tiny life growing inside of me. A life I had taken part in creating. While my thoughts were in utter chaos, I had to give it to myself; I was taking this quite well. I mean, I’d just found out that I was pregnant—something that had not been in my plan even in the furthest future. Hell, something that I wasn’t even sure I’d given much thought to before. And I wasn’t screaming or yelling my lungs out or raining curses on Alex for my current predicament. The truth was, I couldn’t do either of those things because what good could come out of it? I would only end up with a sore throat at best and a hurt Alex at worst. I know. I know. Since when did I start caring about how he feels? Since that night at his house when I confessed
LAURAI found him downstairs sitting on the couch, staring blankly at his laptop.He had his back to me and therefore didn’t see me approaching, but the moment I walked into his line of sight, he moved his laptop out of the way and made to stand. Just as he braced his hands on the couch to rise, I stopped in front of him and carefully placed one knee on the outside of his thigh, then the other one, before I lowered onto him.The look of surprise in his eyes made me feel like absolute shit. But then again, I suppose exhibiting such behaviour after the way things had gone between us less than thirty minutes ago was definitely throwing him.I braced his face with my palms and something thawed inside me when he leaned into my touch instantly, his eyes sliding shut as a deep exhale left him.My chest tightened at how tired he looked. How he shoved his face into my hands like he was starved for my affection. Did I not show this man enough that I cared about him?Even I knew the answer to th
LAURA “Oh, my poor baby,” Balery cried when she saw me, dumping her purse and the flowers she was carrying on the ground before hurrying over to sit next to me on the bed. Her eyes swept over my form once in in a quick survey, then she promptly burst into tears. My heart broke. “Oh, Balery please don’t cry.”I didn’t know what to do with myself. I’d always been terrible at comforting people, especially when they cried, so I tended to avoid the act altogether. Right now, I could do nothing but stare at her helplessly as she sobbed. It made me feel like a piece of shit--for not knowing how to react to certain display of emotions and for making her cry in the first place.“But look at you,” she sniffed, tears running freely down her beautiful face. “You’re all patched up and I-I’ve never seen you like this--”“I suffered just one injury and it was to my head, Bales.” I cut her off. “I look worse than I feel. Really.” Stretching with mild difficulty, I handed her a kleenex from the bed
LAURA I glanced between Alex and the door, wondering how quickly I could get to it before he caught up to me. He was way taller than me, legs almost twice as long as mine were. For every one of his steps, I had to take two to match. Also, he was standing in front of me, which placed him closer to the door than I was. I could attempt to skirt around him and dash for it but with one outstretched arm, I’d be right back where I was standing now. Besides, if I did manage to run out, what then? It would still take me a while to book a ride and before my ride arrived, Alex would have tossed me over his shoulder and carried me back inside and from the look on his face, he was not above doing that right now.His eyes narrowed as he took note of my discreet glances towards the door. He fixed me with a disbelieving look as he caught on to the direction of my thoughts. “Are you planning on making a break for the door?”Keeping my face neutral, I said, “I’m not.”I had been planning to, but n
LAURA“I know who that is,” I blurted. He lifted a brow in an expression that said ‘no shit’. “Well, I’m assuming you do since they have your number.”Cursing, I got up off his lap, running a hand through my hair in frustration. “Not like that. I mean, I don’t know him know him but I know who sent that text and it’s no one important.” I cringed as soon as the words exited my mouth, realizing just how stupid and careless they sounded. And from the hurt, disbelieving and confused look on Alex’s face, he no doubt thought the same thing. Hurrying to correct myself, I said, “What I meant to say was, I think I know who sent that text because there’s only one person who ever sends me messages like that and this one has to be from him too.”Alex sat up, a storm brewing behind his eyes. “And who is this person?”“I assume it’s a man. I mean, it has to be. Judging by the tone of his messages and”—I cleared my throat—“the things he usually says so, uh, definitely not a girl.”My attempt to li
LAURAI had the distinct sense that I was being moved, but my eyelids felt too heavy to lift. The thing was, I couldn’t remember my bed ever feeling this comfortable. Snuggling deeper, I realized that my blanket seemed to…tighten around me? That was odd. But then warm lips pressed to my forehead and I knew that was definitely not the bed, so I forced my lids open and found startling green eyes staring into mine. My breath caught. “Am I dreaming?” I breathed. I’d wished for him to come back so much that I must have started dreaming that he did. Perhaps I was hallucinating? It wasn’t entirely impossible. You’d be surprised what desperation and longing could do to the human mind.Dream/Illusion Alex shook his head. “No, you’re not, love.”I wasn’t entirely convinced, but I kept my mouth shut just incase. I didn’t want to risk saying something that might cause this hallucination--or dream--to come to an end. Not when I was enjoying it so much. Cocooned in his warmth, I simply stare
“Doll!”I’d barely gotten time to process the word when strong arms wrapped around my middle and lifted me clear off the ground. Yelping in surprise, my hands automatically landed on the man’s shoulder in a bid not to fall on the ground in case he decided to drop me. But Alex was there in an instant, snapping at him. “Off.”Drew rolled his eyes, plastering a wet and loud kiss to my forehead before placing my feet carefully on the ground. “I’m not a dog, Alex.”“No, you’re not. Even dogs have better training.”Drew gasped dramatically, eyes widening in mock hurt. “Was that a dig at my mother?” “We both know Eloise did her best.” Alex muttered, shoving him out of the way, then bent his knees so that we were eye level. “Are you okay?” His eyes dropped pointedly to my stomach. I nodded, giving him a reassuring smile. “I’m fine. He just took me by surprise, that’s all.”His eyes softened and he nodded once before turning to Drew and poiting a finger at him. “Don’t do it again.”The latt
LAURAToday was my first OB-GYN appointment and I was excited for it. Alex, too. We were eager to see how the baby was doing. We’d just finished showering together—only because we cared about the earth and wanted to conserve water and not at all because we couldn’t keep our hands off each other, of course—and I’d scoured my underwear drawer for the most boring set I owned and found this full coverage cotton panties I couldn’t remember ever wearing before.I WAS WEARING FULL COVERAGE PANTIES. Why did I feel the need to wear boring underwear, one might ask. Well, because I was going to the doctor’s and I felt like it was warranted. I wasn’t sure why. I just felt like it. I was dragging plain black leggings up my legs when Alex walked out of the closet, eyes lingering on my bare stomach. He’d been doing that ever since last week when I’d woken up one morning and found out that my stomach had grown harder. I’d gone online and seen that it was perfectly normal, then both Alex and I had
LAURA One second Derrick had a blade to my face and the next, his body was flying backwards and slamming into the bathroom door. There was an audible thud and a loud pained grunt as he landed on his ass on the ground, the knife skidding on the floor until it stopped a few feet away from him. My breaths sawing in and out of my chest, I almost burst into tears when I saw the person who’d burst into the room.Hunter. Standing in the center of the room, he was big, intimidating, and he looked so royally pissed, even I shrank back against the chair I was sitting on. I’d never appreciated his size more than I did in that moment because seeing Derrick’s slumped form and then Hunter’s, I knew there was no way the former could face off against the latter. Which meant my unborn baby and I were going to get out of here alive. His eyes made one quick sweep of me. After confirming that I was unscathed—at least physically, he tu
ALEXWhen I entered the restaurant, my eyes scanned the tables for the woman I was supposed to be meeting here. I found her sitting at one of the tables to the right, going through the menu. Margaret Keaton was a beautiful woman. With dark brown hair peppered with streaks of silver, a round face bared, thanks to her hair pulled back in a ponytail, lips pulled up in a smile and green eyes bright and happy, she turned the eyes of both men and women. At fifty, she appeared far younger than her age. Had it not been for her rapidly greying hair, she would have been able to pass for mid-thirties. Making my way over to her, I ignored the curious glances thrown at me by a number of people. “Hi, Mom.”Eyes so similar to mine flew up in surprise. “Alex, I didn’t hear you come in!” Rising to her feet, she hugged me. I didn’t even have it in me to fake a smile as I hugged her back, kissing her cheek. As we sat down, mom’s too-knowing eyes coasted over me. “How have you been?”“Good. I’ve
LAURAI opened my mouth to speak but no word came out. I tried again. Nothing. My fingers started trembling and soon, my whole body was shaking. Oh my God. Derrick, the man who lived in my apartment building, who smiled and waved when he saw me, whom I’d given my phone number simply because I thought he was nice, was my stalker. Jesus Christ. Now I could see it. The soft tone of his messages one day then the next, he was being aggressive and forceful, just like how he’d gone from calm to livid right in front of me a while back. No wonder my building cameras hadn’t been able to find anyone strange coming and going. Because there was absolutely nothing strange about a tenant leaving his house and returning at the end of the day. My stalker had been living with me all along. So fucking close, and I’d been none the wiser. My shaking intensified when I remembered the things he’d said in some of his l
LAURAThe next time I opened my eyes, I was in a…room?I was sitting on a chair, which, along with a bed, bedside table and wardrobe, were the only things in the otherwise empty room.One minute I’d been walking at the beach and the next, I was in a room I couldn’t remember ever entering. How the hell had I ended up in this unfamiliar room? Squinting, I struggled to remember. Then I did. The masculine hand that had grabbed me from behind, pressing a cloth to my face, and that foul smell. My God, it had been so bad, I’d passed out from it. Wait. I’d passed out. Heart slamming against my rib-cage, I jerked up from the chair I was sitting on, but was pulled back down by a weight on my hands. I realized that both of my hands were handcuffed to the arms of the chair at the same moment what I assumed was the bathroom door opened and a big form stepped out. The shock that gripped me at the person standing in
LAURAIt was my third day at my mother’s house and she hadn’t smoked a single thing. She’d probably decided that she didn’t want to add any more to my suffering. Maybe she was abstaining simply because I was here, and for all the world, she could go back to smoking soon as I left. I’d take it. A win is a win. Speak of the devil. She appeared in the hallway, looking rather fresh in a bright short sleeved t-shirt paired with black leggings. It might sound like an exaggeration but to be honest, the dark circles under her eyes weren’t as obvious as they used to be. “Why, you’re positively radiant this morning!” She exclaimed, sitting on the arm of the couch I occupied. Rolling my eyes, I grabbed the remote, pausing the show I’d been watching. “Look who’s talking. Have you had a look in the mirror this morning?”“You’re just teasing me.”“Am not.” Just then, Jo walked into the house beaming, and I grinned a
ALEXShe blinked. “You can’t be serious.”I said nothing. The fact that I wanted to call the engagement off shouldn’t surprise her so much because I hadn’t wanted it in the first place. I’d only agreed to this insane idea because it had seemed appealing to my mother. Claire and I had dated for a few months in college before I’d caught her cheating. The thing was, during that short time, she’d somehow managed to worm her way into my family. Imagine my surprise when my mother had sent me a photo of the two shopping in Paris. Together. What my mother saw in her, I didn’t know—and didn’t care to.I admit that part of that was my fault because I hadn’t told my mother that I’d caught her cheating. Instead, I’d lied to her that the relationship simply hadn’t worked out so my mother had made it her life’s mission to make it work. Why didn’t I just tell my mother the truth, one might ask. Thing was, after the death
ALEXDarkness. That was the icy cold, unwelcome blanket that enveloped me when Laura left. I wasn’t sure if that was correct—or even possible—but I couldn’t explain it any better than that. With her gone, it felt like the very ground I walked on had been swept from right under my fucking feet and I’d been plunged into a bottomless, pitch-black pit, one where I’d been falling for the past hour. Still kneeling in the same spot I’d been when she walked out of the room and out of my life, I’d lost track of time. I couldn’t tell how long it had been, only that it had to have been a while because the hard floor was beginning to dig into my knees through the fabric of my pants. Saying that I didn’t have the strength to stand sounded like an exaggeration, but in truth, I had to muster every single atom of strength in my body to push to my feet, staggering to sit on the foot bench, bracing my elbows on my knees and dropping my face into my palms.Fuck. When we’d gone out to the doctor’s o
LAURA “No one dies from a broken heart.”That was my best friend’s attempt at reassuring me that I was, in fact, not going to die from this pain I felt. I doubted it, but I mustered a small smile at her and went back to what I’d been doing for the past hour—staring at the blank wall. I wasn’t sure why I’d even bothered to ask her when I knew the answer was a big fat yes.I firmly believed that I could very well die from the sheer amount of pain I was feeling. Everything on the inside of my body hurt. Every. Single. Thing. Hell, even breathing hurt. And for the first time in forever, I think I finally understood my mother and why she used. There was little I wouldn’t do to stop feeling like this. Balery sighed, placing the food tray she was carrying on the bedside table before sliding onto the bed, right next to me. “You have to eat something.”“I will,” I told her. “Now,” she ordered. “You haven’t eaten anything all day.”Rolling onto my back, I exhaled at the ceiling, regretti
LAURA “Fiancée,” I murmured, monotone, almost five minutes later. It was like an out of body experience when Alex had taken my arm and gently led me inside to sit on the couch. It was a good thing, because a few more seconds standing and my legs would have probably given out from the magnitude of the shock. “Oh dear,” I heard the woman murmur. The one who claimed she was Alex’s fiancée, that is. “Why does she look like she’s seen a ghost?” Alex didn’t respond. He lowered to his haunches in front of me and took my hands in his. “Baby, this isn’t what it looks like—”“What do you mean it’s not what it looks like?” The woman cut in. “Didn’t you tell her you’re engaged?” “When she leaves, I’ll explain everything to you. Please,” Alex continued, ignoring her. My vision was blurry so I couldn’t see the expression on his face clearly but he sounded panicked. Scared even. If this wasn’t what it looked like, then why was he scared? Why did he look so fucking guilty? Why wasn’t he denyin