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..An hour had gone by, and dizziness had begun to slip in. My breaths came out shallow, and I leaned on the walls of the elevator. Beads of sweat had coated Alex’s face as he ended the call on his phone.His eyes darted around the elevator. “These bastards didn't even create enough ventilation.” He let out a hiss. “I’m definitely pressing charges.” He gritted. I sank to the floor. My lungs tightened as it wasn’t getting enough air. “How long would it take for them to get here?” I wiped the sweat off my face. “Probably an hour.” Alex settled on the floor, a few inches away from me. “We would probably be dead by then,” I teased, belying the nervousness in my stomach. My heart had throbbed and even given up. Since the company hadn’t been officially opened. The only workers here were the decorators. No one could help with emergencies like this. And thanks to the contractors for building a horrible elevator.Alex let out a chuckle. “Don’t talk much; save your breath.” His eyes
Sophie..The rhythmic hum of the medical machine filled the room as I sat beside him, across from the entrance door. The man who had introduced himself as Benjamin leaned against the wall, his eyes glued on him.Benjamin swung his gaze to meet me. “You can go home and rest; I’ll stay here with him.”I shook my head. I couldn’t bring myself to leave, not with him in this state. “When he wakes up, I will leave.” I held back the next waves of tears threatening to spill. I called Palma and told her I was at the hospital and she should pick Liam up. Benjamin’s eyes raked over me, and I could tell something was on his mind. But I was more concerned with Alex on the bed than whatever was going on in his mind. “Alex!” Her sharp voice melded with the clinks of her heels as she marched into the room.My body tightened. Was it that woman I saw with him that day? Like a stiff doll, I turned around, and my eyes fell on an aged woman. “You!” She gritted. Clenching her fist, she stomped toward