"Of course you could always do a DNA test," she continued. "But the baby will have to be born first—" "Sasha, stop this right now," he pleaded, thinking that her skin looked ashen. "Why should I? You started it." She locked her fingers together, as if she were about to start uttering some kind of fervent prayer. "And when the baby is born no one will ever want to take it away—because they’ll be able to see how much…" she gulped. "How much we love one another!" "Sasha—I don’t want to take your baby away from you." "Yes, you do!" Had he slipped a tight, iron band around her belly and tightened it without her seeing? Sasha stared at him in horror, their argument completely wiped away by this new and terrifying intervention. "Kaleb?" He saw her wince and recognised the pain and fear, sensing that something was happening now beyond both their control. "Sasha," His voice sounded leaden. He seemed to move in slow motion towards her. He saw her stiffen, and then slump, falling forw
The doctor hid a smile. "Good. That’s all I needed to know." Kaleb waited until she was safely strapped into his car before he reinforced what they had both heard. "You heard what the doctor said, Sasha. I hope you’re going to take notice." Stay calm, she told herself, stay calm. She cleared her throat. "No matter what the doctor said—I still have a business to run. I can’t just pretend it doesn’t exist." He didn’t answer immediately as he maneuvered the car out of the hospital gates and drove as carefully as if he had a consignment of raw eggs on the seat beside him." You’re not to worry about the business. That’s all going to be taken care of." Not to worry, indeed! "But how, Kaleb?" she wailed. "We can’t cope with just one staff and I haven’t got enough money to pay someone else if I can’t work myself." He stole a glance at her. "Let me concentrate on the road," he said abruptly. "I don’t want to have a row in the car." "Who said anything about a row?" she asked. "That mutin
He frowned as he tried to remember the name of the blonde he'd seen the first time he came to her truck. Was it Mary, or something? "Martha," he remembered. "Or Miranda…." "Wrong" she corrected. "It's Miriam" He looked at her. "Fine. It's Miriam. So?" "So I’d like to know who’s going to do all the ordering? Sort out things? Be there to greet the customers and take their orders. Pay the bills. Keep track of everything. All the unseen things which make the difference between a business running competently and running brilliantly. Who’s going to do all that?" Kaleb could see where this was leading, and he could also see that there was only one person who could possibly do what she asked. He sighed. "I am, I guess." "Exactly! So it obviously makes far more sense for you to come and live with me!" He looked at her with interest. "How?" "How, indeed!" she scoffed. "You bring a suitcase and move in!" The interest intensified. "Maybe I should have said where?" She looked at him
She wriggled her shoulders, as if trying to ease the tension out of them, and hair shimmered. Worse than that—it drew his attention to the heavy fullness of her breasts. He felt the hot flame of desire, and dampened it down to a dull smolder. "You started it by talking about me while I was out of the room!" "Eavesdroppers never hear any good about themselves," she said serenely. "Anyway, we were just discussing where you’re going to sleep." She smiled, and looked at the appropriately modest suitcase he had carried in with him. "Like me to show you your room?" "Okay." Feeling a little like a man going off to his own execution, he followed—noticing now how the pregnancy had added a little extra flesh to her bottom. But the added curves suited her, he decided. Maybe too much. He hadn’t been in her place since the day they’d made love, and he felt the blood heating his face as they reached her bedroom door.The image of that evening was burned indelibly into his memory, and it came on
The same way she felt when they were sitting watching TV in the evenings, and Kaleb would leap to his feet and say that he was going to do some work in his room. But he’d say it in such a growling kind of way that she found herself wondering if she had offended him.Still, she wasn’t going to find out by attempting to read his mind, and after a week she decided that they needed to talk. She waited until Tilly, who had come to visit, had gone home after one particularly busy afternoon, and found Kaleb sitting in the living room, doing some paperwork of his own. His eyes looked sleep-depleted and he badly needed a shave—so how come he still looked like the most desirable man she had ever seen in her life?He looked up as she walked in, and frowned. "Everything okay?" he asked. "Not really." He was on his feet in an instant, his face a fretwork of frowns. "Is it the baby?" "No, it is not the baby!" said Sasha crossly. "Every time I feel tired or have a negative thought it doesn’t mean
Sasha drew in a sharp breath. That was what she had been hinting at, yes. She hadn’t expected him to be quite so blunt about it. He didn’t wait for an answer."There’s no need to start looking coy all of a sudden. That, presumably, is what you’re angling to hear about? My past… Or current relationships?""I’d be lying if I told you I wasn’t interested," she told him quietly. "Yet I’m not really certain that I want to hear about them.""Maybe you should start the ball rolling by telling me about yours," he challenged softly."Oh, just...the usual." "That’s a pretty sweeping definition." He narrowed his eyes. "Ever come close to marrying?" "Nope. Have you?" He shook his head. "Never. Ever been in love?" Well, she certainly wasn’t going to admit to loving...she deliberately changed the tense...to having loved him. Honesty should not equal humiliation!"What’s love?" she asked, properly flippant this time."Cynic!" he laughed, but oddly he found that her answer disappointed him. Surel
"Right, then," he said briskly. "Go and lie down before dinner." He saw her expression and knew what it meant."And stop worrying. I won’t be the unpaying guest any more. Everything will be exactly as you want it to be— you only have to say. In the evening we will talk to your heart’s content." He smiled. "Do you still play cards? You know, like we used to play with Tilly… When we were younger," "I’m a little rusty." "I could give myself a handicap." "That would be very sweet of you," said Sasha innocently. "I’m sure I’d never manage to beat you these days." His phone rang that moment, and they both stared at it together. Sasha's eyes were glued to the phone vibrating on the table but she was actually staring at the caller ID that said, 'Claire'.The moment was ruined. She blinked, then turned to look at him, "I'll be in my room" she said. Kaleb nodded, then grabbed his phone and went outside the house to answer his call. Sasha knew she shouldn't be jealous of Claire. Claire was
"Oh, you mean your two missed calls and one message?" Sasha replied sarcastically, and Kaleb squinted his eyes. "You must have really tried your best to reach me with those sleazy attempts of yours, huh?""What do you mean?" Kaleb huffed, sitting more comfortably."I mean three trials and you're here complaining?" Sasha muttered under her breath, and he raised an amused eyebrow."So you think it wasn't enough? Do you prefer I called you nonstop and sent you a bundle of texts instead?" He smiled boyishly.Sasha rolled her eyes and got up, flustered. "No, I never said that," she replied stoutly."Oh, you didn't?" Kaleb gazed up at her, grinning."Yes, I'm only saying that you could have—" She halted. "Wait, you're only trying to evade the main issue here, aren't you?" Her voice was accusing."Meaning?" Kaleb was enjoying the show."Why are we even discussing this?" Sasha demanded, stunned."Because you want to?" Kaleb answered with a sweet smile, folding his arms across the chest."Of c
She lifted up Sasha's gown and her face underwent a startling transformation. "Oh, good heavens!" she exclaimed. "You’re fully dilated!" "Is that bad?" demanded Kaleb."No, it’s wonderful," answered the midwife." It means we’re going to have a baby! And sooner, rather than later!""Kaleb!" Sasha's voice cracked as she gripped onto his hand, her body tensing up to face the next contraction. "Please don’t leave me." "I’m not going anywhere, sugar!" Kaleb had never known an experience as powerful as seeing his child being born—but along with the pride came panic. He tried telling himself that women had been giving birth for centuries, in conditions far more threatening than the clean and antiseptic surroundings of this hospital delivery room.But nothing seemed to take the edge off his fears for Sasha and their baby.Nothing, that was, until Sasha gave one last shuddering groan—and a long, skinny object with a shock of dark hair emerged, shouting, into the world."It’s a boy!" beamed t
Kaleb snapped the light on, and through the blinking of her eyes in reaction Sasha saw him glaring at her as though she had just uttered the most awful blasphemy."No!" he roared.Sasha pretended surprise. "You don’t want to keep having sex?" "Yes!" "Kaleb, if you’re going to yell like a hooligan then I suggest you go back to sleep!""If you weren’t pregnant I’d put you over my knee!" he retorted."If I weren’t pregnant, then you wouldn’t be here, buddy!" "Says who?" "Says me!" "Oh, yes, I would!" he said fervently.There was a pause. "You would?" Sasha gulped."Of course I would! Because sooner or later I would have come to my senses and realized just how much I love you. And I do, Sasha. I love you very much." She gazed back at him, too scared to hope for what had always seemed like an unattainable dream. He’d said the words, and she believed that he meant them— but was there substance behind them? Enough to withstand all the tests that life threw in the path of love?She thou
He thrust harder this time and she felt the shudder roll through his body as he held himself deep inside her. He kissed her. Hungry. Passionate. With more desperation than she’d ever experienced from him. Their lovemaking had always been good, but he’d never lost control so quickly.She kissed him with just as much hunger, her hands sliding down his back and then up again to hold his head to hers.His hips trembled against her. They lay locked together, with him barely holding himself off her. Wanting that closeness to him—especially now— she urged him over to his side, rolling with him so they stayed together.Their limbs were tangled, their arms wrapped tightly around each other, and he was still pulsing deep inside her body. She tucked her head underneath his chin and breathed deeply of his scent, felt the erratic thump of his heart against her cheek.It was easy to forget all that had happened between them. It was easy to forget the pain and loneliness. It was easy to imagine that
The satin caught on her hard, erect nipples and he tugged insistently until one breast came completely free. He cupped the plump mound and then lowered his head, sucking the nipple into his mouth.A shot of adrenaline slivered through her veins, edgy and sharp. She twisted restlessly beneath him as he sucked harder. She plunged her fingers through his short, cropped hair and then gripped the back of his head, holding him in place as she silently begged for more.He pulled at her nipple, drawing his head back until the taut nub came free of his mouth. Then he lifted his gaze to meet hers and butterflies scuttled around her belly when she saw the look in his eyes.“I want to make love to you, Sasha. I need you so much. But I won’t do this if it’s only going to make things worse. You have to want this as much as I do.”“I want it more,” she said hoarsely. And that was the truth. She’d always wanted him more. Craved him. Missed him when he wasn’t with her. Seeing him now, having him over
"Kaleb!" She didn't think twice running toward him. "Fuck, you're definitely drunk! What were you thinking?" She was holding him, his arms around her shoulders, and hers around his waist."I'm not drunk," Kaleb hissed."Yeah, right. That's what all the drunkards say," she quipped while shutting the door behind them. "Let's get you to bed." She tried to scoot him toward the bed. But he didn't want to move. Instead, he took her in his arms, hugging her from behind, longingly. His hand slid to bump and he rubbed it gently. "Sasha," he uttered, his voice hoarse. She stilled in his brace. "Just for tonight, let's sleep together.""Sleep together?" Sasha murmured, her skin shuddered."Hmm," Kaleb replied, breathing into her hair."And then what?" Sasha asked gently, her chest rising and falling as she breathed. She loved being this closer to him. She still needed to feel him every single day. How stupid was she going to get? She could no longer understand."I don't know." Kaleb sighed, his
Kaleb sighed again. "No, I knew I wanted you. I just didn't think we would reach this stage, you know… With the baby and…" he ran his hand through his hair, "... I thought it wasn't a big deal, but it began to be, and I was going to tell you.""When?" Sasha breathed."I honestly don't know, Sasha," Kaleb said truthfully. "I don't want to lie to you. There were times when I almost did and then for some reason I… I couldn't… Or didn't… I don't know" It was difficult for Sasha to understand him, and even harder to understand herself. She was so weak over him. What was she seeing in him? Yes he was handsome, sexy, rich, but was that enough to totally go nuts over him?"No, the answer is simple, Kaleb ," she uttered. "You just enjoyed seeing what a fool I am for pulling off my pants for you every time despite knowing you had a girlfriend. Was it entertaining?" She wanted to release all her doubts."That never crossed my mind, Sasha, you're being unfair," Kaleb said, his voice hurt. "But
But other than being physical with him, was there anything else she was missing about him? She kept asking herself. When her phone buzzed again, she checked her phone quicker than she wanted.'All of it. I refuse to accept any of it, and that's why we should meet. We need to talk, and I'll personally make sure it happens, '"The audacity!" Sasha smirked when she read it. It was incredible how Kaleb kept exercising his controlling nature even in this situation. He was supposed to beg her, not ordering as he did. Sasha knew right from the start that avoiding Kaleb was impossible, but she still wanted to try. However, sooner or later she was going to face him, and it scared the hell out of her. He had become both her strength and weakness at the same time.She needed him to feel like someone had her back especially with the pregnancy and baby coming; and that was something Kaleb had done. She wanted someone to feel proud of her, and he'd shown that within a very short moment of their int
It was Clark's turn to look confused now. He frowned, "Oh gosh. It looks like I've said too much and caused some trouble, have I not?" "No… No, you didn't. I'm okay," Sasha said, her voice low. "Um, just get the stuff you came for. It's nice to meet you, Clark" Sasha hurried back to the bedroom. She was lost in this new information and she felt some kind of relief and rage at the same time. She remained in a bad mood the entire day, and she was in the living room when Kaleb finally returned from work. He was in the middle of a phone call, holding the phone to his ear with his shoulder as he closed the door behind him. He beamed ecstatically when he saw Sasha, and even motioned for her to move closer to give him a hug. Her heart flipped, but she strictly ignored his gesture, making him frown. She had no time to even admire his handsome face and exquisite suit that multiplied his hot looks. No distractions at the moment! She declared to herself. "Sorry, I have something important t
As he pushed closer still she trembled. He was so big and so strong and she was suddenly overwhelmed. But he moved so slowly, so carefully and then he kissed her again—in that deep, lush way, as if he’d wanted nothing more in all his life than to kiss her. As if she were the very oxygen he needed to survive. That was when everything melted within her and he slid to the hilt, so they were as deeply connected as they could possibly be. Her need coalesced again into a cascading reac-tion of movement. He pushed her to follow his sweet, hard, slick rhythm—into a dance she’d never known, but discovered she could do so damn well with him. His breathing roughened as she clutched him back, as she understood more the give and take, the meet and retreat of this magic. Together they moved faster, deeper…until she cried out as he brought unbearable, beautiful pleasure down upon her. As he broke through every last one of her boundaries to meet her right there—where there was light and heat and shee