Jordan. I fished out my phone and there were over twenty missed calls from both Nala and Selena, even my sister Nala had tried to call me too. "Look Nova, I have to go home. I have been gone for over twenty hours, everyone will start being suspicious, especially since am no picking up calls." I said standing up. "What about me?" Nala asked worried, as she stood up beside me. "You will have to stay here for tonight until I figure out what to do.""What? There is no way I am staying here Jordan. Am coming with you, to meet my sister.""Then what?" I asked angrily, "You have people in every corner of this city looking for you, my wife still lives in my house, and if I have to take a wild guess she is among the people who are haunting for you."She suddenly fell silent and sat back down, tears welling up. Unable to resist the urge to comfort her, I walked to where she was sitted and knelt in front of her. " Everything is going to be fine, but first I need to come up with a plan in h
Jordan.Nala gave me a death stare, I was about to talk to her when our front door opened and there was Selena. "Hey, I didn't mean to burge in, but I heard noises." She said looking around, "I didn't know you were back. I thought something was wrong with Nala, so I came in to check up on her." she said as she walked towards where we were standing at the bottom of the stairs. I quickly held Nala's arm, she looked up at me and I mouthed to her not to say a thing. " Hey, is everything okay? You look like you have seen a ghost literally."Selena said, touching Nala's shoulders, massaging her slowly. Nala looked at me and for the first time, I looked at her, her eyes and I saw how bloodshot they were. And the hurt in them almost killed me. " I'm fine." Nala said, but even a blind man could not believe her, because immediately she said that, she started balling her eyes out, Selena immediately took her in her arms, massaging her back. "It's okay, whatever it is. I promise it's going t
Jordan.Nala gave me a death stare, I was about to talk to her when our front door opened and there was Selena. "Hey, I didn't mean to burge in, but I heard noises." She said looking around, "I didn't know you were back. I thought something was wrong with Nala, so I came in to check up on her." she said as she walked towards where we were standing at the bottom of the stairs. I quickly held Nala's arm, she looked up at me and I mouthed to her not to say a thing. " Hey, is everything okay? You look like you have seen a ghost literally."Selena said, touching Nala's shoulders, massaging her slowly. " I'm fine." Nala said, but even a blind man could not believe her, because immediately she said that, she started balling her eyes out, Selena immediately took her in her arms, massaging her back. "It's okay, whatever it is. I promise it's going to be okay." Selena said, still sobbing. Nala didn't say a thing, instead she just sobbed on Selena's shoulders for what seemed like forever.
Jordan. I twisted and turned, but time was not moving at all. I couldn't wait for morning to see her. Did she tell Selena? What are they talking about? All this were the questions running through my mind until i finally fell asleep.I had no idea how long i had slept until I heard noises down stairs. It seemed like multiple females talking. I quickly got out of bed looking at the clock on my bed side table. It was around ten I the morning. I picked up my phone and I had over ten missed calls from Nova. I quickly dialled her number as I washed my face, she answered instantly. "It's about time you call me." she said with attitude. "Am sorry, I kinda fell asleep." i said yawning. If I had the time I would just curl back into my bed and sleep all day. But I didn't have the luxury going back to sleep. My world was falling apart. Literally. "I figured that." Nova said, and I could hear the worry in her voice, "So what's the plan?" "Look Nova, Nala just came back to the house and
Selena. "We have to talk Salvatore. Call me back." i left another voice mail, the tenth one this morning. What the hell was happening to Salvatore? Why was he not picking up any of his calls. I had a really bad feeling about everything going on. I couldn't quite figure out why I was at so much unease, but I could tell something was terribly wrong. I walked slowly into the house, Jordan and Nala were seated at the dining table. They seemed cordial. Much more cordial than they had been the previous night. Maybe, my instincts were off about this one. I thought to myself. "Hey, good morning beautiful people." i said smiling. They all looked at all smiles.Jordan was looking at her the same way he used to look at me. I would be lying if I said it didn't sting a little bit. I watched them for a few more minutes, remembering what it had been like between me and him. Our marriage had been way over before he knew it. Me not getting pregnant had just been the icing on the cake. I had be
Salvatore. It had been a rough night. Ethan had been fussy all night and morning which for a moment made me second guess my decision to take him from his mother. My company was going under, it was like everything I feared was finally catching up to me,haunting me. But mostly Nova. I loved her, really did love her, maybe I still do love her. But with her out I was having a lot 9f flashbacks down memory lane. Especially the night we met. I remembered it like it was yesterday, she was wearing a red dress wich had no backs at all. The dress was clinging to her sexy body and I could see her nipples hard right through the dress. She had hazel eyes, long black hair that she had held high up as a ponytail, as if to let the attention go to her backless dress. Unlike all the women in the room throwing themselves at me, so obviously, she was different. She did not seem to care at all, it was like I didn't exist to her. And that intrigued me. The first woman I would have to work hard to
Salvatore. I sat across from my father, the tensions rising. I already knew what he was going to say to me. How dissapointed he was. Nothing I really hadn't heard before If am being honest. "I hear Nova is out of the treatment facility." he said it more of a statement rather than a question."Yeah, she got out yesterday." i said avoiding his eyes as I took a bite of my food."Do you know where she is?" "No, we don't but I have my men out there looking for her."He looked up at me with disgust then shook his head slowly. "You better find her Salvatore, and soon I am tired of cleaning up your messes. You are a grown man, it's time you start learning taking responsibilities for your actions. With that, he slowly got up and left leaving me alone at the table. I can't remember the last time, my dad and I shared a meal or even had a conversation that did not include threats and business and me letting him down. But I missed him, or Atleast who he used to be. Sometimes I cut him the
Jordan.Nala was finally down for a nap. But I wasn't entirely sure that's what was happening. She was still so mad at me with good reason. I just didn’t know if she was in there packing her stuff plotting her revenge or actually sleeping like she had said. I also had this bad weird gut feeling that she might actually disappear on me, and given where our relationship was currently, she could do it in a heart beat and never look back. I just wanted to watch her, that was the only way for sure I knew she would not be able to get away from me. "You should also go and lie down for a few hours or minutes. I know you did not sleep much last night and you are not going I get anything from her by standing outside her door." Alba said, standing behind me. My senses and everything else was so off today. I didn't even see Alba stand behind me. " She can't run away from me if am standing here, she can't jump through the window, can she?" I asked and immediately realized I had not thought abou
Nala.I woke up slowly taking in my surroundings. All the walls were white with no painting at all. It was just plain walls. And then then there wS the smell of medicine that made me nauseous."What's going on?" I asked no one in particular sitting up. That's when I saw him sleeping peacefully by my bed. He looked so peaceful, but also so uncomfortable sleeping in that chair. "Hey, hello beautiful." he said as soon as he saw me, "How did you sleep? How are you feeling?" he asked coming to my bed as he helped me sit up properly, putting a few pillows for me to lean on. "I am sorry, I didn't mean to wake you up." i said slowly feeling the pain of my incision. "No it's okay baby. Am glad you are up." i said looking around. "The baby?" I said almost absent mindedly. I do not remember at all having the baby, I just felt pain in every part of my body. "She is Fine." Jordan said proudly, "and yes it's a she. They just fed her she is sleeping. You will see he when she is up.""I am sorry
Jordan. One moment, we were dancing, I was holding her, monitoring her breaths, smelling her rose vanilla hair, the next she was lying on the floor in a pool of blood. This was not happening to me. It could not be happening. I felt as if I was losing my mind. I could not believe what I was seeing. It could not be. It just could not be. I dropped to my knees next to her. My hands were shaking. Jesus, God, no. Not her. Not her. Not my miracle.She was looking up at me, with a strange expression on her face, as if she was surprised to see me, as if it was me that was hurt, as blood was oozing out of her wound and spreading into her stomach area of her lavender dress. The assassin had been aiming for me, but he had hit her instead. This was all my fault and I knew it was Salvatore. I had taken his son away from him, he wanted his revenge. One more shot rang out and I heard the shrill announcement.“It’s clear! We have him!”“Hey you,” she said softly. Then she frowned, her hands were
Nala. A shiver crackled through my spine at his words. Because I knew that look in his eyes, the almost ferocious gaze and I knew what usually followed after that.The last time he had had that look in his eyes and told me to get over to where he was, I had been fucked against a doorand left in a puddle at his feet.“Um,” I swallowed. “I need to go to the Ladies first?”“You are going to be sorry if I have to repeat myself.”“Please. Someone could come in.” All I could think about was his mother or sister or even father walking in on us. “No one will come in until I allow them to.”Through the glass, I could see the other people around us, and people passing in between. I was pretty certain that theycouldn’t see into our own encasement, but they would definitely be able to hear us especially since there was no way that I would be able to stay quiet after he touched me.“But people can hear us,” I whispered.His gaze darkened even further, and I had to accept the painful truth, tha
Nala.The round lights in the ceiling as they rolled me into the OR barely registered. The only thing in my mind was the brutality of my contractions. Waves of paincoursed through my body and my fingers dug into my palms to help relieve some of the pressure.I had never in my life been in so much pain.But then I remembered his promise. Everything will be fine. I believed him, and that more than anything gave me thestrength to hope for a time beyond this pain that seemed as though it would never end.The Anesthesiologist put a mask over my face. “Count backwards from ten, ” she said kindly.10, 9, 8, 7… 6… then everything went dark.I woke up slowly. My whole body felt heavy. Even moving my fingers was an effort. I knew I was in a hospital. I felt fear.My lips moved.“My baby,” I called weakly. “Where is my baby?”It was only then I realized I was not alone. There was an arm and a head on my thighs. The arm lifted and he straightened.I stared at him in shock.He looked haggard. Mo
Jordan. we were riding back to Torrington Hall. Our bodies at least two feet apart. I stared out at trees, all cast in darkness, as we left the city.Who was I angry at? Was it at myself? For reacting like a jealous fool. Or was it at her for pointing it out? I couldn’t decide, but either way it didn’t feel good.I knew she was scared for her friend’s safety, but I had no intentions of doing anything to him. At that moment when Isaw him touch her so casually I wanted to throttle him, but now that my blood was no longer boiling, I could clearly see he was only a little gnat. Even the tiny effort required to squash him would not be worth my time.“ I… uh… I wanted to speak to you tonight about the greenhouse, ” she said hesitantly. Her tone was soft and docile.I turned my head to look at her. In the soft light coming fromthe console, her skin looked like alabaster.“Thank you for allowing me to work there,” she continued.“I need to buy some seeds. I will purchase them on my own of
Jordan. I felt as if I was losing my mind. I could not believe what I was seeing. It could not be. It just could not be. I dropped to my knees next to her. My hands were shaking. Jesus, God, no. Not her. Not her. Not mymiracle.She was looking up at me, with a strange expression on her face, as if she was surprised to see me, as if it was me thatwas hurt, as blood was oozing out of her wound and spreading into her stomach area of her lavender dress. The assassin had been aiming for me, but he had hit herinstead. This was all my fault and I knew it was Salvatore. I had taken his son away from him, he wanted his revenge. One more shot rang out and I heard the shrill announcement.“It’s clear! We have him!”“Hey you,” she said softly. Then she frowned, her hands were still cradling her stomach. “What happened?”I shuddered as my hand went to touch her face. I was so terrified I was almost paralyzed. “It’s okay, ” I whispered even though I didn't really know if it was. “Everything i
Jordan.I took her to Boston’s harbor hotel with its Sixty foot stone archway and its panoramic views of the city’s skyline. It was also a personal favorite for other reasons. Security was easily monitored by my men, and my requests for privacy were always immediately fulfilled.As I mostly moved in the shadows and appreciated places that helped me maintain things that way.Across the terrace, private and heated transparent igloo-like boxes had been erected to both tackle the frigid winter air,and to provide privacy. One of the things I liked the most about these encasements were how the glass made it possible for you to see out, but for no one to see within.I sat at my usual enclosure with my customary glass of Dirty Martini and tried to imagine Nala working in the greenhouse… and couldn’t. I’d never even been inside it. I had to admit I’d never given the idea of gardening muchthought, but I had formed the general impression gardeners were gardeners because they couldn’t find bett
Nala. It was still dark the next morning when I got out of bed and went to the kitchen. There was no one else around, but Jordan's mom was already up andsitting at the table drinking something from a cup and. looking into an open notebook. She looked up at me and frowned.“Is something wrong?” she asked worried I shook my head. “Nothing is wrong. I was wondering if I could have some cake or cookies.” I said feeling embarrassed "Ofcourse yes. I can't tell you how much cravings I had with Jordan. I gained over one hundred pounds." she said smiling as she served me a plate of chocolate chip cookies with warm milk. I looked at her confused, wondering what she was talking about or why she was even telling me about that. She saw the confusion and smiled again. " oooh, Jordan told us about your news.""What news?" I asked even more confused as ever. "That you are pregnant." she said looking at me with that judgemental look of hers. "My son always wanted to be a father you know and g
Jordan. 001It had taken a lot of pursuading to say get her to come with me. But I needed her there. I needed her to see how hard I was working to make things right between us. I needed her to know I was doing everything in my power to get her son back. I glanced at the poised woman by his side as i wound my way through the curvy hills toward my home. The top was down, and her gold red hair blew in the wind in a tangled mass, but she didn’t seem concerned. Her pursed lips told me she was thinking hard, probably getting into character to meet my family. It was not the first time, but it was since she recovered her memories. During the last twenty four hours, I had learned a lot about Nala. Unfortunately, the tiny glimpse only made me crave her more.The vivid green of trees and brown earth flashed by and welcomed me in a way that soothed my soul. My family owned land from generations back, which had all been passed to me. But i had always known from my first visit to New York City th