Nala. I had not slept so well and peacefully for a while until today. Warm lips kissed a line from my shoulder down to my arm. I stirred and opened my eyes to see Jordan ’s dark head move sensuously down my body. “That is a very nice way to wake up,” i murmured kissing his head, "I could really get used to this." His head came up, and i met the liquid gold of his eyes. “How are you feeling this morning sunshine?” he asked with that usual smirk in his sexy beautiful face. I rolled onto my back and lifted my hand to thread it through his short hair. “Much better. I’m full and had a nap. What more could a woman want?” “Her man,” Jordan said as he slid his hand over my rippling abdomen teasing me. I smiled and yawned then covered my mouth with my hand as my jaw nearly cracked with the effort. “You are still tired,” he said reproachfully. "Blame the meds. I expect I will be tired for the next eighteen years or until I get my memories come back to me. I feel much better though.
Jordan. I sat in my office, staring out the window that overlooked the beach. I had just come back from the office and Alba alerted me that Nala was out back by the pool. I wanted to just watch her for a while she seemed so peaceful to disturb her. Nala stood close to the water, her feet bare and the dress she wore rippling in the breeze. I kept careful watch over her and had instructed my security team to do the same. I wouldn’t take any chances after her fainting spell of the day before. Just moments earlier, I had hung up after speaking to the lead investigator on Selena ’s case. There had been no arrests made yet. No leads. The men who had abducted her were still out there. Something about Selena's story didn't quite sit right with me. She had told me she was in an accident and when she woke up she was held captive by men she didn't know who kept asking her who her husband was, but she had no memories which made it difficult for them to keep her since she was of no help.
O2. Jordan. I sat in my office, staring out the window that overlooked the beach. Nala stood close to the water, her feet bare and the dress she wore rippling in the breeze. I kept careful watch over her and had instructed my security team to do the same. I wouldn’t take any chances after her fainting spell of the day before. Just moments earlier, I had hung up after speaking to the lead investigator on Selena ’s case. There had been no arrests made yet. No leads. The men who had abducted her were still out there. Something about Selena's story didn't quite sit right with me. She had told me she was in an accident and when she woke up she was held captive by men she didn't know who kept asking her who her husband was, but she had no memories which made it difficult for them to keep her since she was of no help. **** Six months ago. I watched Salvatore and Selena from across the room as my mother served them tea and some scones. "Am so glad you are okay and alive Selena
Nala. I was starting to get used to the life here. It was like living in a prison the only difference was that I had people taking care of me all the time twenty four hours a day. Which was annoying given that I wasn't even sick. I had just lost my memory that did not make me a vegetable. I walked into my closet, I wanted to go into town today and pick up some few things. I hd recently realised i loved cooking and I wanted to make something nice for him. My closet was mostly full of maternity clothes. I had not stepped in here since I had come back from the hospital. I opened a different drawer and it was full of blue baby clothes, mostly onesie's. I picked up one that had little baby sharks on them and smelt it as my hand instinctively went to my lower abdomen aa tears filled my eyes. I was going to have a boy. I did not remember anything, but somehow I knew in my gut I had always wanted to have a baby boy. I slowly sank to the floor with my hands holding tight to the one
Selena. I stood in the closet of the bedroom Jordan had given me, staring blindly at the row of clothing hanging in front of me. I wiped the tears with the back of my hand and concentrated on what to wear. I rummaged through the many outfits, but none of them felt like me anymore. With an unhappy frown i turned to the row of shelves that lined the right side of my closet and saw a stack of faded jeans next to several neatly folded T-shirts. I reached for the jeans, knowing that this was what i felt most comfortable in. I remembered when I first started to wear those, and no longer the dresses and heels. It was at the prime of our failing marriage. I was tired of everything and I slowly started wearing baggy jeans and t-shirts. And soon enough I had a whole closet full of those. But I still was not the same woman, I had a baby and I had gained a lot of weight. None of the clothes could fit me now. I turned back around and flipped through outfit after outfit on the hangers and
Jordan. I woke up a little bit confused. My head was still pounding from last night. I had just found out I had lost a major deal that I had been working on for literally the whole year. I had to tell my father who was already disappointed in me that I lost the deal. I needed the liquid courage. I was supposed to only have a few drinks when I saw her, Selena in a short black dress with gold stilettos. She looked beautiful, almost like the first day we met, only it was in a completely different setting and chaperones by our parents.One drink led to another and before I knew it, we were makimg out. I opened my eyes looking around, I was definitely not in my house. That's when it finally hit me. I was in a hotel.I quickly sat up looking around, as all the memories came back flashing one by one."Selena" i almost whispered. I slowly lifted up the bed covers, I was completely naked from the waist down. I quickly got up wrapping a towel around me as I walked over to the floor where m
I I was starting to get used to the life here. It was like living in a prison the only difference was that I had people taking care of me all the time twenty four hours a day. Which was annoying given that I wasn't even sick. I had just lost my memory that did not make me a vegetable.I walked into my closet, I wanted to go into town today and pick up some few things. I hd recently realized i loved cooking and I wanted to make something nice for him. My closet was mostly full of maternity clothes. I had not stepped in here since I had come back from the hospital. I opened a different drawer and it was full of blue baby clothes, mostly onesie's. I picked up one that had little baby sharks on them and smelt it as my hand instinctively went to my lower abdomen aa tears filled my eyes. I was going to have a boy. I did not remember anything, but somehow I knew in my gut I had always wanted to have a baby boy. I slowly sank to the floor with my hands holding tight to the onesie as I s
Jordan. I had no idea what I was doing anymore. But I knew for a fact I was still not ready for Nala to find out about the truth. I got into my car and stopped by the flower shop on my way home, I knew we were all supposed to fly out to the island and we were still waiting for the doctor's go ahead. I needed to take her out of here soon, before she found out about my relationship with Selena. "Hey, can I get red roses please." i said to the slightly older woman who was working there . "Apology flowers, huh?" she said smiling. "What makes you think they are apology flowers and I didn't just wake up and decide to get my woman some flowers?" I asked irritated. "Maybe because you look like someone who didn't sleep at his home last night." she said smiling as she handed me the bunch of roses. I had no idea what she was talking about until she pointed at the lipstick on my shirt. As soon as i got into the car I quickly removed my shirt and put it in the back seat, I would give it to
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