The receptionist guided me to a dark door. Miss Susan, Mr Spencer's PA wasn't visible around. She was a cheerful lady.
With a puff of a small breath. I pushed open the door with a nervous smile, "H..." My words died in my throat when my gaze rose from the floor to the chair behind the desk.
I froze. My heart began to thud. My skin began to tingle. I had tried to find him everywhere, on the internet, on every passing face, but I couldn't show courage to come in front of him, meet him.
I blinked many times. ' I think about him every second of my life. My head never gets tired of thinking about him. ' I glanced at him. He's still sitting there. It can't be. He can't be here. He should be in London.
I dug my nails in my
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My phone chimed. I grabbed and clicked on it to unlock it. There was a message from Jasper. He was dropping Aiden. ' He doesn't know about Mr Spencer. Otherwise, he wouldn't have allowed me to go and attend the meeting. I'm feeling shameful. How will I tell them? It ended like our first time.' Hot tears rolled down my cheeks. I wiped them immediately. Aidan couldn't see me like this. I shoved the phone on the coffee table. I spun as it began to ring. I thought to skip it first but Aidan might have wanted to talk to me. We talked last night. Grabbing it again, I stared at the unknown number. My brows furrowed a little. I clicked on the green. "Hello," I was still lost deep in my thoughts when I spent time with Carlos. 
As I came out of the shower. I heard my phone ringing. It was the third time. My phone was ringing. I didn't want to answer it. An hour ago, before it began to ring, Jasper took the kids to school. I sighed in relief when it stopped ringing. The doorbell rang. I trotted at the door. I opened the door hurriedly hoping it would be Jasper in case of kids forgot something. My eyes rested on an old man wearing a dark suit, "Good morning, ma'am." He nodded his head slightly. "Yes," A stylish black Mercedes was parked behind him, "Mr King sent me to pick you up." He said. &
His blue eyes met mine. I blinked and forced my gaze down. I stared at his branded dark shoes as he halted in front of me."I..." I opened my mouth but we were interrupted by a female voice."Darling! I missed you this weekend," She greeted him in a sickeningly sweet voice.I took a step back and rolled my eyes. She was Meghan Hunter. I had seen her on the cover of the latest magazine that Lorry was carrying last week.She hugged him and kissed his cheek. I strongly felt like vomiting on her Aldo heels.
The room was silent for a few seconds as our breathing calmed. He pulled up his slacks. I turned to the window. My coat was still laying on his chair behind the desk. It was dark. I could see only lights gleaming as far as my eyes darted. Aidan was going to stay at Elliot's place today. So I wasn't worried about him. "We can't do this?" I said. I wasn't sure. Was he hearing me or not? He placed a soft kiss over the side of my neck. It made my stomach clenched again, "I haven't touched another woman." He whispered in my air. "I wasn't even thinking that," I whispered again. ' I'm worried about something else. I don't want him to take our son away. He's my life, my everything.
He wasn't the man who only wanted to be in my pants. I never thought he would remember every single second spent with me. I didn't want things to be a mess. I could only hope Jasper wouldn't freak out. The business I was the owner of today, my parents wanted him to be the owner. It was because of him. My phone pinged. I swivelled my neck. I advanced my hand and took it in my hand, "Carlos," I smiled. Once there was a time when I was begging for this moment. I wanted his name to pop up on the display. A beautiful simple love story. "Good morning, Angel. Can't wait to see you," I giggled like a teenage girl as I read it out loud. My cheeks felt heated to me. I couldn't resist the feeling. It would be impossible to control my emotions when he would
I took a deep breath. He was out for a meeting and I was sitting in my cabin with a small heap of files. Abruptly, I felt a hand on my wrist. I smelled his cologne. I recognized him before even looking at him. There was nothing to panic about. Without sharing a word, he pulled me out of the chair and walked out of the cabin. He stopped out of his private elevator. I glanced at him. My skin was feeling electric waves with his touch. The elevator dinged and the doors swished open. We darted inside, "You can't suddenly make a decision." I told him. "I can, Angel." He smiled at me, "It's a business trip. We'll be back in two days." He said. "Two days," It had been thirty hours. I hadn't seen my son. He will be back home tonight with Elliot from Harry's home. I shook my head, "I have my business to tak
I pressed my palm on my stomach. So I couldn't feel what he did to my body without touching me. I was staring at the door. He agreed to break his own rules because of me. The door creaked open. My heart began to beat louder, "May I come in, Ma'am," Sophie smiled nervously. Her front was secured with a safety pin. I nodded my head and picked the files he asked me to get him. Her heels clicked as she walked in. She stopped near the desk, "Thank you so much, ma'am. I was in a hurry in the morning," Her eyes turned glassy. "You don't need to explain, Sophie." I rounded the desk. "I don't wanna lose my job. Can you please talk
I left her in my office thirty minutes ago. It still felt like a dream that she was part of my life. I wanted to hook her as my life partner. 'I'm going to give her unconditional love, pamper her, make her addicted to me. She can't think of leaving me ever.' I pushed the file away. I could handle my business from any corner of the world. I wanted to take her to London, my home where I had spent five years, dreaming about her. I glanced at my wristwatch and drew myself on my feet. I couldn't stay away from her. I should find her. I shouldn't wait for destiny to bring her into my life. I should have done it before when I was certain about my feelings. I walked in my office. It was empty. I headed to the washroom. Gripping the knob, I fastened
We were sitting in a luxurious room, one of his grand hotels. My wedding gown was ivory white, strapless, full A-line. It was a unique piece. I could hardly recognize myself. I blinked at myself and glanced at my children through the mirror. Elisa was hopping on her bare feet while Aidan and Elliot were making a ring of their arms around her. "You should put on your shoes, Elisa. We'll not get cake after the wedding," Elliot said. "I'm eating a lot of cake today," Aidan said, smiling. A glow of happiness spread through me. We were going to start our life together as I always wanted it to as a family. I closed my eyes and breathed slowly and deeply. My veil was simple, cascading down my back, I was having the best hair
I never let feelings get in the way. She proved me wrong every time. Whenever I saw my boy. It just boiled my blood. She kept him away. my brows knitted together recalling when I knew about our son. She was my wife. Yes, I forced her in. I wouldn't regret it ever. I couldn't ignore the Relief that poured through me. She was mine. She loved me too. Finally, I took the time to push my anger away. I missed seeing her with our baby and a lot more things. She turned. Our gaze locked. Her brown eyes are beautiful. I tucked the long locks of her hair behind her ear, "You need rest," I told her. She chewed on her lower lip, "Will you answer me honestly?" She said. I wanted to shoot my brows up. But I nodded my head. I got her medical report. S
I saw him leaning against his car, waiting too patiently. I glanced back at Livia and Lorraine. I was feeling shy like a little girl. After watching Elisa, I could bet no little girl would be shying like me. I pushed back the worried thoughts. "You're looking gorgeous. Now go," Lorraine's voice drifted from behind to me, " "I can understand it's your first date. But he's your husband, " Livia muttered in my ear. I dug my front teeth on my bottom lips, "We should ask Carlos to pick her up.'' Lorraine smiled brightly. " No," I squealed in a whisper. " We should leave them," I heard the click of their high heels. I was wearing sneakers but no one needed to know this. Carlos was crisp grey t-shirt clung to the shape of his torso, and I couldn’t help but sneak a peek at him. He sauntered towa
"He's going to make your day," Livia muttered in my ear. There were soft murmurs in the room. I glanced at the designer, Scarlett and my to-be-mother-in-law. They looked like old friends. But they weren't. Now they were. I grabbed my phone, "Hi," She protested, trying to get my phone back. She sent me a sweet smile, "I didn't see it," Carlos had sent me a picture of a diamond necklace. He purchased it for me. I was going to wear it on our wedding day. "You're staring at the screen for a half hour." I shook my head. My eyes burned painfully with unshed tears but I wasn't going to cry. He was behaving like a perfect husband. And it was quite unbelievable. Was he showing off in front of our families? That could be. I shou
It wasn't hard to figure out that something was wrong. It was looking more than just multivitamins. I glanced at him. 'He loves Aidan. He won't do anything that will endanger our baby.' I held the glass from him and swallowed the pills, "Do you wanna go out for a walk after the shower?" He asked, quietly. "What does the report say? You won't do all this for me. Because you don't care about me." I taunted him. "I haven't forgotten what you did." He squeezed his eyes shut and rubbed his fingers on his forehead, "I didn't mean to upset you,' He added quickly. "Don't keep me in suspension?" I said, giving him a stare. He shook his head and cupped my face. My cheeks flushed. He drew his face closer, but nothing spoke. His thumb was rubbing the side of my cheek, making my skin tingle, "I should check on Aidan. He should be in his bed, "
My mind wasn't where it should be. We were going to wed tomorrow. No one told me what was then rumours spread out there. My family and friends were there. His family was here. "I'm a total mess. My stomach is growing. My wedding dress won't fit me." I complained. "Are you kidding me? You're two months pregnant, not seven or more," Livia rolled her eyes. ' She isn't wrong. I'm just worried.' "Yes, what's troubling you," Lorraine asked. I took a deep breath, "He's still mad at me for hiding." I shrugged. Both exchanged looks and came closer to me. They took me in an embrace. "You should share your feelings. He w
Livia raised his eyebrows at me to grab my attention. My gaze was resting on my husband. He was saying something to Jasper and Ivan. His lips were curled up into a small smile. 'He's so charming,' "Yes," I asked her. " You're uncharacteristically quiet," She said. "It still feels like a dream to me." I lowered my gaze. I didn't want to hide my feelings from my best friends. 'I can't tell her in which circumstances we got married. But this weekend. He was pretty serious with threats. I don't know whether to be upset and relieved about the wedding. He hasn't talked to me in the loving way he used to talk before. The love in his eyes has hidden behind a storm of rage. A slow smile spread across her fac
" I feel like it’s been ages since we’ve seen you." Livia looked stylish in a green satin dress. "Hi, how's everything?" Scarlett hugged me tightly. Her face broke into a full smile. "Mom, thank you for coming," I hugged her. I glanced back. Jasper and Harry weren't around. I pulled back. Her hand cupped my cheek. " He's with Jonathan. I'm glad for you." I tried to grope the sadness in her eyes which I always saw after my divorce. I smiled. She had accepted our wedding. Lorraine stood from the couch and hugged me. She was also wearing a blue satin dress, "You look nervous." She said, I hugged her back, " I am." Livia winked at me. Ivan was also not visible in the hall, "How's Jasper taking this and dad?" I asked. &n
I picked a red satin gown for me with strips. It was a simple but elegant gown giving my body a mermaid look. The door creaked as it opened behind me. I placed my hand over my chest and looked over my shoulder. Heat crawled my cheeks, "You should knock," I said, taking a deep breath. "My bride is shy," He smiled, finding happiness in the designation. I wouldn't say happiness. He forced this wedding on me. I still couldn't believe that I'm married. I couldn't pay the price, going away from the people I loved. I couldn't obliterate what I had done. He could be harsher, but he was still sweet. I glanced at the mirror back. He stopped behind me. His hand brushed my back as he glided the zip up, taking his time. "I could be shy. But n