Alex..Different hues of light staved off the darkness that dominated the sky from the city. In my left hand was my phone pressed against my ear, and in my right hand was a glass of brandy. “You finally found Sophie?” Benjamin’s voice came out strained as he controlled his pitch from rising. He knew how well loud sounds grated my ears.“Yes.” A pleased grin stretched my lips as images of her swamped my mind. The way her eyes fluttered when she lied about my name not ringing a bell. The feel of her skin against my fingers. Warmth pooled in my belly as I remembered it all. “How did he take her out of the state without leaving any traces?” Swirling the glass, the ice in the glass clinked as cubes collided with each other. “Does it matter?” I muttered, my eyes fixed on my faint reflection on the floor-to-ceiling, the only barrier between me and the cold breeze outside. I chugged down the drink, the oaky taste mingling with the resolve burning on my tongue. “I plan on taking her back
Sophie ..His cedarwood scent teased my nostrils, and a treacherous warmth filled my lungs, one that couldn’t be from the office. Alex leaned in further and further. “When am I getting your portfolio?” His voice dropped sinfully low, and the gate of hell opened, flooding my veins with its lustful breath. My body tightened as his fingers trailed my face to the curve of my neck, the hair on my skin reaching for more of him.“Today,” I stuttered, retreating till my back pressed against the door caging me between him and it.I swear I did fight—fought to not feel the intoxicating effect he had on me, fought to chase this unwelcome warmth that tortured me. But damn was it hard; I felt myself failing at every attempt. Slinking closer, he lowered his head. Alex’s eyes drifted across my face as if he were taking every detail of my features. My heart drummed—I barely recognized the beat it played.Luca’s warnings replayed in my head, like a fire alarm. But like a kid hypnotized by the fla
Sophie..I rushed through the metallic turnstile and into the empty reception area, and like a car slamming on the brakes, I came to a halt. I was about to meet Luca, so he and I could leave before he ran into Alex. But I was too late. Through the glass revolving the door, my eyes fell on both men standing, an antagonistic stare kindled in their eyes.I tapped a foot on the glossy white marble floor; my nails caught between my teeth. I peered over a stupid attempt to make out the words coming from Luca’s lips—nothing; I couldn’t make anything out. When Alex clenched his fist, a satisfying curled Luca’s lips. But it didn’t last long; his smile vanished and his face turned pale. My stomach twisted, reacting to Luca's expression. My curiosity spiked up. What did Alex say to him? What could possibly drain all the colors on his face?Alex tapped Luca on his shoulder before walking away, but the colors didn’t come back to Luca’s face; instead, he seemed paler. Luca clawed his nape w
Alex..Guess today wasn’t going to be a good day. First, that brown-eyed bastard, now her. The heat in me refused to be extinguished, no matter how many breaths I had inhaled. I just had to run into him immediately as the side effects of the medication wore off. I trod to the underground parking lot. My eyes scrambled to the rows of cars parked on both sides as the heavy thuds of my footsteps tainted the silence. After passing six cars, my eyes finally landed on Mia leaning on the trunk of a red Porsche that matched the red A-line gown she wore. “Surprise.” A wide grin played on her lips as she stretched out her hands, the car key dangling from her fingers. My frown deepened as I approached her. Mia’s smile fell as I gripped her and pulled her closer to me.“What the hell are you doing here?” I gritted out, hot breath running out my nostrils. She was supposed to be in Manhattan. But immediately after Sophie left my office, my mother called and informed me Mia was in San Franc
Sophie.Liam tugged the blanket up to his chin, his eyes fluttering but still not quite closed. I smoothed his hair back, settling onto the edge of his bed. His room was one of my favorite places to be in the house, and not just because of the silence.The room was dim, just the faint glow of his nightlight keeping the darkness at bay. He never slept in the dark, just like me. I stared at his face as he glanced down at me, mumbling something indecipherable.Oh, how I loved this child.My mind drifted, against my will, and the image of Alex, so close, his breath warm on my skin, the way his eyes darkened. His touch that made my heart skip a beat. I wondered, what did he mean by remembering how his lips felt on mine? The flutters that twisted like a tango dance in my stomach, like from that moment returned and settled in the depth of my stomach.How would they feel?No.I really shouldn't be thinking about this. “Mommy, you’re not telling the story right,” Liam’s little voice snappe
Alex ..Friday came, and so did Benjamin. His footsteps echoed off the wall of the almost empty office. “This place is bigger than the one in Manhattan.” Benjamin’s eyes darted around the office. “Is this going to be the new headquarters?” He dropped on the second Nuck Buck seat. “This chair is so much better too.” He placed the bottle of whiskey on the table. Shutting his eyes, he leaned into the chair. I didn’t know if it was just me; he was quite verbose today. I dropped my metallic ballpoint pen in the paperwork before and steered my weary eyes to him. “Nope, I doubt that.” Benjamin’s eyes scoured me, and an arch formed on his brows. “You look like shit.” He flashed a one-sided smile. “Are you having beef with sleep?”I knew I was a total mess—the dark shadows that encircled my eyes, my eyelids had dropped to the depths of the abyss—but I didn’t need anyone stating it out.I drew the whiskey closer to me. “Sleep is the one having beef with me.” I have been having a hard tim
Sophie..“What the hell was wrong with me?” I questioned my stupidity as I remembered how my fingers lingered on the edge of the envelope. The smacking sound of my palm against my forehead upset the calmness of the office. My gaze fixed on the empty seat across from me. Reflecting on how he held onto the file, my cheeks flushed, and a guilt that knew not bound gnawed at me. My phone rang, the tone startling me. “Hey, Alice.” My tone sounded odd even to my own ears.“How’s work going?” She questioned; a rhythmic tap sound came from the other side, like she was tapping her pen against the desk. “Alright, I guess.” My eyes fell on the undone work on my laptop screen. They would have been done if my mind hadn’t kept wandering to my boss. “Is it time-consuming?” Her tone sounded conceited.I leaned forward, and I glared at the seat across like she was sitting right before me. “I don’t have time for another job. Find another decorator.” I puffed. Alice ran a small agency that hired
Sophie.. Alex recoiled, releasing me, he took a few steps back. “A son?” His brows shot up and a few crease lines ran across his forehead. The instant he freed my hands jetted to fix my skirt. Tucking my shirt back into my flare skirt, I replied, “Yes, a son.” Alex inched back again until he leaned against the other wall of the elevator. “A son with that man.” His reddened face turned pale as his eyes widened, but quickly he schooled his expression. A muffled snort escaped me as I straightened my spine, brisking my hand across my outfit. I had no idea why he reacted that way. “A boy,” he said with a reflective tone. “Congratulations.” His tone lost the earlier vibrance it had like sadness had weighed it down. Alex turned and pressed the button that had a “G” engraved on it. He rubbed his hand against his trousers. The faint crisp brushed against the stretched silence. The yellow lights appeared somber as the air ladened with unease. The walls of the ele
Sophie..The sun hung in the sky as the trees and canopy filtered its sun rays. The chatter of the guests finally ceased as the orchestra began to play, and I walked down the aisle. My pristine white gown glowed as much as the smile on my face. My eyes were fixed on Alex, who stood beneath the arbour decorated with white and yellow lilies.My steps were in harmony with the music, and a flower was caught between my hands. It was a small wedding, as I didn’t want anything big. Since we never divorced, I didn’t really need anything big. Previously Alex and I had only done a secret court wedding, but now he said he wanted the world to know I was his and he was mine. The warmth in my chest intensified as I drew closer to the arbor. The eyes of the guest were staring at me in awe. Getting to the Arbour, Alex turned, and we both faced the officiant. Our gazes were locked on each other, and a smile teased our lips as those beautiful vows rolled off our tongues. Each beautiful word stir
Sophie ..Alex and I sauntered through the hallways of the museum, checking out the artwork. From the little time I had spent with him, he wasn’t really into paintings, but he was into craftwork. “Do you want to see something more beautiful?” Alex turned to me. Curiosity arched my brows. A beautiful smile burnt on his lips as he stretched out his hand. “Trust me.” Without hesitating, I slid my fingers into his, and he led me out of the museum into a beautiful garden. The scent of flowers traced the air. The cool breeze wrapped us as we moved deeper into the garden.“I never expected a garden to be here,” I said, my hand still caught in his. His teasing warmth sank through my palm. Without turning back, he said, “I found out the third time we came here.”I swung my gaze to him, and it fell on his broad back that looked alluring beneath the suit. “We’ve been here before?” I questioned. “Yes.” I resisted the urge to smack my head. All those beautiful memories are lost in the ab
Sophie..Two weeks had slipped by after Liam’s surgery, but he was still at the hospital for monitoring. I had returned to my hotel room.Locking the door, I sank to the floor. My muscles were weak from all the nights I had pulled. My heart was heavy as the doctor said Liam was healing slowly—much slower than usual.I couldn’t wait for my boy to be well, so he ran around and asked for ice cream. To return to school and play with his friends. An ache shot through me anytime I remembered his voice and how lively they were. After a while of consoling myself, I rose to my feet and headed towards the shower. Turning the shower on, the hot water poured down. The heat enveloped my skin, offering a sense of relief as it loosened my muscles. The vanilla scent of my shampoo filled the bathroom and steam fogged the glass partitions of the bathroom.After the shower, I wrapped my towel around my body and strode out of the bathroom. Alex’s words echoed in my head, haunting my mind. My lips pre
Alex ..My eyes fluttered open, and a sharp throb coursed through my head, inciting a wince from my throat. A deep ache swathed my lower back and pelvis region. “Alex.” My mother leaned in and cradled my face. “How are you feeling? Can you tell your legs?” Her hands hovered around me as she checked me.“I’m fine. How’s Liam? My voice came out coarse. I attempted to lift my body up, but it was unresponsive, like my nerves had been disconnected from my brain.My mother sprang up and placed her hands on my shoulders; she pushed me back into the bed. “You need to rest. I doubt your legs are working.”“What?” My eyes bulged at our as I craned my neck, her hands still pinning me down by my shoulders. My mother’s lips curled upward. “Because of the anaesthesia and soreness. It might be hard for you to walk for some time.” letting me go, she dropped back into her seat. “Liam and Sophie?” I pressed “Liam is fine. The surgery was successful, and Sophie is by her son’s side.”A soft smile
Sophie . . The drive from his office to his hospital was heavy with silence, and awkward glances. It was very obvious Alex was having a hard time digesting the news. Shock was boldly written on his face like a billboard. I still remember how his eyes widened and his mouth gaped. My cheeks turned red as embarrassment crept in. Alex parked the car in the car park of the hospital. We both stepped out and scurried towards the Doctor’s office. After He explained everything to Alex, Alex was led to the laboratory to run the compatibility test. I sank onto the long seat in the hallways outside the laboratory room. I buried my head into my bed palms and another wave of tears began to well up again. I was so confused and I had no idea what to do. Should I return to Liam or should I wait here till the result comes out? Sitting here wouldn’t change the outcome of the result. I rose to my feet and trudged down the hallway. With three turns to the left and a turn to the right, I a
Sophie ..My eyes widened, and I inched back, like I was trying to create space between me and the news. “What do you mean you’re not his father?” My voice quivered before darkening. “It’s Liam, we are talking about. Our son, not some random kid.” My heart thundered against my chest, shooting panic into me and filling my veins with dread. What the hell was he saying?”“This is not the time for pranks, Luca,” I said, my brain refusing to accept those words he just spat out. “Our son’s life is at stake here.” My voice rose.Luca sagged deeper into the wall, and his hands tightened by his side. But no word left his lips; not even a breath left his lips.My eyes fell to the floor as his words started to sink in. This wasn't a game. This was real. Luca wasn’t the father of Liam. My gaze swung to him. “If you are not the father, then who is?” The words burnt my tongue, and a raw shot through my chest.Luca’s lips tightened and his eyes rounded. But he stood still. Silence stretched betwe
Sophie..I drew a little breath as I placed the thermometer on his forehead. It beeped as it read forty degrees Celsius. “His temperature hasn’t dropped." Luca questioned, leaning on the doorframe of Liam’s room. I shook my head. “I have given him his medications, and I have done everything the doctor said. He doesn’t seem to get anything better.” I turned back on the wooden chair to face Luca. My brows lowered and my lips curled downward. “Or is it because of the big bowl of ice cream?” Luca chuckled lightly and he moved closer. He placed his left hand on the backrest of the chair, while his right hand tucked my hair behind my ears. “It’s been over a month. There’s no way an ice cream can make someone sick for that long.” I returned my gaze to Liam. “The doctor said if his fever doesn’t get better by tomorrow, We would have to take him for more checkups.” I exhaled. Luca’s eyes hovered over my features—my puffy eyes and droopy eyelids, the black circles. “Try and get some rest
Alex . . The darkness wrapped its blanket across the sky, and the lights of the city were glowing. The breeze whispered its cool tune into the atmosphere. Stepping into the five-star restaurant, one of the waiters led me to the private dining room. Soon I stood before the door. I arranged the collars of my black dress shirt. I adjusted the bouquet of red roses. My chest tightened as it had been a long while since I went on a date with a lady. Heaving in a puff, I stepped into the private dining room. My gaze settled on the dining setup positioned beneath the geometric chandelier. The yellow light bouncing off the white walls adorned with some art pictures, I didn't appreciate. “Should I get you a bottle of red wine as you await your date?” The waiter asked. “Yes, thank you,” I responded. The waiter turned around and closed the door behind him while I strode and settled in the beige upholstered seat close to the expansive windows that gave a view of the city from a h
Alex . . It’s been a week, and I was back in Manhattan. Back in the house that crumpled my happiness and made my future so bleak. Despite the quietness that filled every corner of the house except the kitchen, the aroma of my favourite dish that lined the air, and the nagging of Uncle Niall from the other end of the phone, the only thing I could think of was not getting a chance to hang out with Sophie again. Myles had returned to Manhattan three days earlier, and there went my perfect excuse for hanging out thrown into the mud. “You need to spend more time with your mother. She isn’t getting any younger.” Uncle Niall’s chide continued as I ascended the stairs. I didn’t know what all the yapping was about, but his nagging about spending time with my mother had started getting on my nerves. Running the company wasn’t a child’s play. Mr. Watson’s nephew was a puppet, only good for shows. I was still running the operations in Manhattan and Amsterdam. The building in San Fra