Sophie ..The cluster of numerous sphere-shaped pendant lights hung from the ceiling, casting its white hue on the dark panel walls of the dining. The fear of losing Liam still lingered in my veins. My eyes were glued on him, sitting at his smaller table and chair, and this time his legs were on the floor. He attempted to eat his dinner, and my hands just couldn’t stop smothering his hair. They clung onto him as though he could vanish into thin air again.“Mummy will never let you out of her sight,” I muttered, leaning in to peck his head. The cocoa scent from his hair shampoo wafted into my nose. Rising off the floor, I moved to a seat on the dining table nearest to him. My fingers were on the laptop before me, but my eyes just refused to be anywhere but on Liam. Liam dug his spoon into the plate of stir-fried rice and took a spoonful in his mouth. A few grains fell out of his spoon and strewn across his small white table. I must say he has gotten better at feeding himself. I
Alex..“How did the meeting today go?” My mother’s voice came from the other end of the call.My wet hair clung to my face and the nape of my neck as I came out not too long out of the shower. “Don’t you trust your son?” I plopped on the light beige sectional sofa in the left corner of the bedroom. “I closed the deal.” I swirled the wine glass before I sipped the red wine.A smack sound slipped into my ears, and I could tell she had smacked her forehead, and now I have to wait for her nagging. “Are you still drinking?” Frustration crawled up her tone. “The doctor said you should cut down on your alcohol. But anytime I call you, you somehow have a drink in your hand.” “That’s not entirely true.” With my other hand, I adjusted the rope on my black showerrobe. “I don’t drink at work,” I added.“That’s because it’s not completely furnished yet. I’m even surprised you haven’t got a fridge yet.”I smiled. “Red wine is good for your health. So worry no more. I am safe.”My mother let out
Sophie ..The sun had risen, and so had I. My footsteps echoed off the walls of the hallway as I made my way to Liam’s room. Entering the room, I trod straight to Liam, who was lying on his bed covered in blue and cream bedspread.Liam’s eyes fluttered before opening completely. "Mummy, good morning.” His voice was sharper than his pale face. He brought out his hands from beneath the multicoloured blanket. “How is my love doing?” I placed the back of my palm on his forehead and then his neck. His body temperature had dropped. “I thought I was your love.” Luca’s voice startled me, and I turned back. My eyes fell on Luca leaning against the door frame in a black suit, one hand dipped in his pocket, the other holding up a cup of tea. The jasmine scent from the tea outlined the air in the room as the steam curled upward.“Tea?” I questioned, arching a brow. This was new. He was a coffee person. “Few days in Japan, and you are now a tea person,” I teased with a hint of a smile, an att
Sophie ..Three days had gone. Liam was back in school, I was back at work, and Terry... Well, Terry had been blowing up my phone with apologies, acting overly concerned, like one wrong move and I’d snap his neck.The aroma of brewed coffee filled the office as soon as Terry entered, his footsteps intertwining with the video’s sound coming from Phoebe’s laptop. “Sophie, your favourite coffee is mocha, right?” Terry questioned, placing the white coffee cup on the table with a soft thud. A simple logo of a cup of steamy was imprinted in black on the brown sticker wrapped around the cup. “This is the best coffee around here. In fact, in San Francisco.” He held a coffee in his left hand and adjusted the glasses perching on his nose with his right hand.I held the coffee cup up. “Bee’s coffee.” My eyes darted between the cup in my hands and Terry, wondering how he knew my favourite coffee was Mocha. I barely drank coffee around here as I went to the restaurant Luca had taken me to for m
Alex ..“Is that an invitation?” My voice roughened with all the desires weighing on it.And when her full lips separated, I claimed her lips passionately; my tongue meandered into her mouth, feeding the hunger in me. Her eyes bulged, and her breath shuddered. Her hands flew to my forearm, and she attempted to push back, but that only made me pull her closer, her cleavages pressed against my body. Her warmth seeped into me, melding with heat burning in my veins. Her fingers dug deeper into the skin of my arms. My hand slinked up to her neck and pulled her head closer, deepening the kiss. Our tongues twirled, and I could taste her, taste every story on her tongue—the mocha coffee, the insatiable heat, the innate needs—I could taste it all.Under the flutters, there came an itch. An itch to have her here and now. On the desk or on the chair, whichever. My eyes tightened as I immersed myself in the pleasure. I let it control me—to tease me, to burn me, to free me. Without breaking
Sophie ..I felt like a piece of sh*t. The smack sound of my hand against my head echoed off the walls of my room. “Oh sh*t,” I muttered, my voice rough and coarse. I threw myself back, my spine straight against the chair. How do I face Luca? I didn’t even make any attempt to stop him. I remembered the question he asked: If I wanted him to stop? My stupid tongue said nothing. I smacked my lips with my index finger. But then it suddenly lingered on my lips, tracing it as I remembered the feel of his lips on mine. How they hungrily ravaged my mouth, tasting every corner. A pleasant shiver shot through me, tightening my chest. My eyes without my will closed, and images of him dashed in. His voice rolled over my skin, his hands—his strong hands—that picked and pinned me to the desk. My hands went to my hips. The place where he had touched was still burnt; it was like he had carved himself on me. My thighs tightened, and my body quivered as it remembered his touch, his feel. A soft m
Sophie ..I paced back and forth in the living room as I awaited Luca’s return. It burnt his control not to match his place of work; immediately I heard that news. It’s been ten hours, and I couldn’t bear the weight in my chest anymore. I wanted to call, but this wasn’t the kind of conversation one should have on the phone. My eyes darted to the analogue clock on the wall—8 m. Luca should be home any moment from now. Liam's small thuds slipped into my ear as he walked into the living room, holding his storybook in his hand. “Mummy, aren’t you going to read my bedtime story? You promised today.” He pouted.I straightened my face and headed towards him. I lowered to a squatting position. I skimmed my hands across his pyjamas, dusting off dirt that wasn’t there. “I promise tomorrow. Mummy isn’t feeling too well.” I glanced at Palma, who just entered the living room, before returning my gaze to Liam. “Let Palma read it for you tonight. Mummy will read it tomorrow.” I forced a smile, b
Sophie..The sun had woken after a long hours of sleep, but I hadn’t. Not when Luca had not returned or even answered my call. I cursed my feet for standing still when I should have moved and stopped him. My alarm convulsed as it rang. If only it knew I didn’t need it to wake up. I lurched out of the bed and trudged to the bathroom. After a shower, I slipped into a corporate outfit and headed to the dining area. The aroma of toasted bread filled the walls, intertwining with the sunlight that slipped through the windows. “Mummy, good morning,” Liam greeted before sipping the last drops of the beverage.“Coffee?” Palma asked as she took the cup from Liam. “Have you heard from Luca?” I questioned, smothering Liam’s head. She shook her head.I faced Liam. “I knew I broke my promise again last night. I will read the book tonight.” I drew in a long breath. I stared at the envelope casing my contract I had placed on the dining table. “Are you done with breakfast?” I questioned Liam as
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