Eduardo's Point Of View "What is going through your mind, Eddie?" I stiffened. I hated it when she called me that. The only person who used to call me that was Aurora. My mind went down memory lane where she would giggle happily the moment I arrived from work, calling my name as she rushed down the stairs and I would quickly meet her halfway to prevent her from falling. "Eddie!" She would beam as I carried her and twirled her around and I would spend the rest of the night with my head on her thighs, recounting the stressful day I had at work. "Eddie!" I gasped, looking up abruptly. I thought, for a moment, I heard Aurora's voice but I didn't. It was Serena. "What is it?" I asked lazily. "What's going on with you? You seem to have a lot on your mind.""Nothing I can't handle." She sighed and continued eating. I looked down at my plate and realized I hadn't touched a single grain. My phone rang and I excused myself to pick up the call. It was Nate, my Beta, and best friend. Unli
Aurora's Point Of View Mr. Gomez, that man! It was going to be hard dealing with him. He is so persistent and rude with it. It was only a matter of time before I reached a breaking point. After work, I left the office and decided to get some groceries. We still had some at home but I needed to have more than enough to be safe. I was still at the grocery store when my mum called me. We haven't really spoken since I started working. "Hey, mum." "My starlight, how are you baby?" "I'm fine, mum. We're fine!" "Oh gracious moon, it's not been up to a week and I already miss those two little troublemakers so much." I giggled, "I know. They miss you too, mum. Especially your bedtime stories." "I can't believe I'm crying already!" She sniffled and chuckled lightly. "Can you help me with some tissue, dear? Thank you so much!" "Hi, dad." "He has gone inside to get me tissues," Mum said and I nodded like she could see me... "Don't cry, mum. You're gonna make me cry too." "Okay,
Eduardo's Point Of View I stood in my office, looking out of the window while my private investigators made their reports. They presented more pictures of the kids on their way to school and also pictures of the man who stole Aurora's bag."We have him under our custody and we have the bag. We caught him before he could take anything from it" One of them said and placed the bag on the table. "What do I need with a fucking bag?" I asked and turned around with both hands tucked inside my pocket. "And what did I say about making lame reports?""We're sorry, Sir"I gritted my teeth and looked away. "You may leave""We have other reports, Sir. We were able to follow her to where she works...""I do not care about whatever she does with her life. Keep an eye on her and ensure she doesn't try to run away again"This won't do. I have to visit the one person that can give me more vital information. I dismissed them and picked up my car keys to leave."Quinn." I called my secretary through th
Aurora's Point Of View "I want to see the full status tables for the Schaffner, Vitton, and Remington projects on my desk by twelve. You're also going to do a mock board presentation of the Xenon and Papadaskis account in the conference room by four. I do not have to remind you of the company's data analysis as well as the rebranding project...."I never thought he'd stop. For the past month, that had been his routine—Throwing in task after task my way, each more irritating than the last. Just as Mary told me, he made it his expedition to make my stay a living hell. I didn't even have a breathing space whether in the office or at home.But no matter what he threw my way, I faced it head-on and was sometimes ahead of it."Is there anything else, Sir?"As always, he looked me straight in the eye, trying to see if I would for once shrivel under his gaze or cower in fear like the other employees. But I didn't. I held his gaze with my chin up and shoulders high. He always had an intrigued
Aurora's Point Of View I arrived at the company, and immediately, I rushed in like a madwoman. I was an hour late for the presentation, and I couldn't curse Mr. Gomez enough for all the turmoil he had put me through.If he hadn't requested coffee in the city, everything would've gone smoothly. In my defense, that was all he ever wanted. He wanted to stress the living hell out of me and see me fall so he'd use that as an excuse to get rid of me.Inside the office, I frantically tried to gather my things while balancing the cups of coffee in my hand. I was disheveled, with my hair messy and my blouse wrinkled with coffee stains on it. That was all thanks to my ex-husband.Fumbling with my phone and laptop, I tried to pull up the mock board presentation I was supposed to present. I felt stressed and overwhelmed, knowing that I was late and unprepared. I had also kept the boss waiting.He wasn't in his office when I arrived, so I guessed he'd be waiting in the conference room. With that
Aurora's Point Of ViewEntering the police precinct, my heart raced, and my hands trembled. What had happened was shaking me to the core, and I couldn't shake it off. Since it wasn't the first time he tried to take advantage of me, I decided to file a report.The receptionist directed me to an officer who escorted me to a private room. "My name is Aurora Williams, I work at Gomez Enterprise."I narrated everything that happened, my voice trembling as I relived the experience. The officer took notes diligently, assuring me that they would take the report seriously. Relief washed over me, but fear lingered. What would happen next? As I headed back home, my mind raced with thoughts and emotions. I had just reported my boss and feared the consequences. What about my job? After everything, I doubted I'd keep it, and that left me worried about supporting myself and my family.Taking a deep breath, I alighted from the cab and started walking towards the front door. The house was quiet, indic
Aurora's Point Of ViewWorking in the coffee shop seemed more stressful than working for the obnoxious Mr. Gomez. I moved from table to table, taking orders and delivering them. There was no space to breathe or time to rest. I guess the only thing I'm grateful for here is the fact that there was no one here trying to sexually assault me. Though Mr. Mark keeps sending glances my way but thankfully, he hasn't approached me and I hope he doesn't. "Table five, Aurora!" Dori yelled and I quickly went to table five to take their order. I prayed fervently that the clock said 4p.m so I can clock out. But time was passing by so slowly that I began to wonder if the Moon goddess was testing my patience. After what seemed like forever, it was finally 4p.m. I clocked out and I went ahead to get my kids from school. They were so happy when they saw me. "Mummy!" They squealed happily, throwing themselves in my arms. "I thought Nana was coming." Eloise said. "Well I finished early from work so I
Ricardo's Point Of View"Come on, kids! We're gonna be late for school."Aurora yelled from inside and I took a deep breath, smoothing my tie - a nervous tic. I was not this apprehensive when I returned after running away from home for three months. I was sixteen then and my dad wasn't the most loving out there. I knew I would probably be beaten to death but I was not an ounce scared of what was waiting for me at the other side of the door but here I was, smoothening my tie nervously because I was about to face a woman. A mere woman. I glanced at my reflection in the glass window and nodded in approval. I had worn my best suit, and another pair of fine, expensive shoes made in Italy. I glanced at the bouquet in my hands. I picked roses because it reminded me of her rosy cheeks whenever she smiled. I had sent one over to her the previous day and the poor flower was lying beside her door, fucking withered and abandoned. It was probably a bad idea to bring another flower in person but
Aurora’s Point of ViewEduardo's breath mingled with mine as we stood mere inches apart. The air between us felt charged, thick with unspoken words and emotions neither of us could deny anymore. My heart pounded in my chest as his hand gently brushed my arm, and I could feel the pull—our lips almost touching.Just as his hand cupped my cheek, and the world around us started to fade away, a loud knock shattered the moment.We both froze. I blinked, taking a step back as reality came crashing in. Eduardo's eyes lingered on mine for a heartbeat longer, his hand falling from my face as the knock came again—louder this time, more insistent.“I’ll... I’ll get that,” Eduardo muttered, running a hand through his hair as he moved to answer the door. His voice was gruff, and I could see the tension still coursing through him.I stood there for a moment, trying to calm my racing heart. Embarrassment washed over me as I realized how close we’d just come to... what, exactly? A kiss? Something mor
Aurora’s Point of ViewThe boardroom was filled with the hum of low voices, the subtle clicking of laptops, and the rustling of papers as the meeting went on. We were in the middle of a major discussion about a new construction project—a high-end residential complex that Eduardo’s company was bidding on. As I sat at the long, polished table, my attention kept drifting from the presentation slides to Eduardo, who sat at the head of the table.He was calm and collected as always, his eyes sharp as he addressed his team. I admired how he handled these meetings with such ease, delegating responsibilities, asking the right questions, and commanding the room. “Let’s focus on securing the land first,” Eduardo said, his voice deep and authoritative. “We need to ensure that the environmental assessment report is clean. Aurora, do you have the final analysis from the firm?”I straightened in my seat, pushing aside my wandering thoughts. “Yes, I do,” I replied, flipping through the papers in fr
Aurora’s Point of ViewThe laughter and shouts of children echoed all around us as the Father’s Day program continued. The afternoon sun illuminated the schoolyard in warmth, and everywhere I looked, there were families, smiling fathers, excited kids, and a sense of joy that I hadn’t fully anticipated feeling today. I glanced at Eduardo. He was in his element, laughing with Dexter and Eloise as we finished another game. The balloon-popping contest had been awkward at first, but the tension between us had slowly dissolved into something comfortable, almost familiar. He seemed so at ease with the kids—our kids—like he had always been there.But then, Dexter’s question hit me like a punch to the gut.“Mum, is Eduardo… is he our dad?”Time seemed to stop. The world around me faded, and all I could hear was the sound of my heart pounding in my ears. Dexter’s eyes, so full of innocence and curiosity, were locked on me, waiting for an answer. Eloise looked up too, her tiny brows furrowed as
Eduardo’s Point of ViewIt started with a phone call. The headmaster of the twins' school reached out to notify me of an upcoming Father’s Day program. At first, I wasn’t sure what to do with the information. I hadn’t been a part of Dexter and Eloise’s lives for so long, and now, I was being invited to attend something that was, by all accounts, for fathers.Was I really ready for this? Was it too much? Too soon?I hung up the phone, feeling the weight of the decision pressing on my shoulders. For years, I had been absent from their lives—not by choice, but by circumstance. The thought of standing there, surrounded by fathers who had been present, who knew their children’s every like and dislike, who had shared every moment... It made me feel like an outsider. I hadn’t earned the right to be called a father.And yet, a part of me longed to go. To be there. To see them laugh, to join in their fun, and to make memories that I had missed out on for so long.My heart and mind were at war,
Aurora's Point Of ViewI left work early. I haven't seen my kids in a whole day. They must have missed me. I've missed them too. Eduardo drove me home and I thought he would ask if he could come in. I don't wanna admit it but I would've told him to come in without thinking twice. Oh moon, what's happening to me? "Mummy!" I squealed, catching my two joys in my arms. I hugged him tightly, sniffing their hair. "I've missed you so much!" "You did not come home yesterday," Eloise pouted and guilt tore into my heart. "I'm sorry, baby. Mummy had work." What? I can't possibly tell them I got into heat, kissed the man they don't know is their father and begged him to make love to me. No, I can't possibly say that. The evening passed in a blur of giggles, dinner, and bath time with Dexter and Eloise. They were my world, my little anchors keeping me grounded in the chaos of my thoughts. I hadn’t been with them since yesterday, and the guilt of leaving them tugged at my heart.Eloise sat on
Aurora's Point Of View"It was all because of my heat," I defended myself as I took a bite out of the pancake."I did not say otherwise," he shrugged as he sat opposite me on the kitchen island. I watched as he took a bite and licked the sauce off his lips. "What? Still feel devouring me?" He teased, snapping me out of my daze. "I'm fine now," I shoved a spoon of food down my mouth to cover my embarrassment. "Looks like the doctor was right." "Did I do anything weird after last night?" He paused and looked at me like he knew something I didn't know. I shifted uncomfortably in my seat. I cannot remember anything after we both lied down in his bed last night. Surely, I couldn't have done anything worse. "No," he said and I heaved a sigh of relief. "You slept like a baby. Do you feel better now?" I nodded. "I'm back to myself." He pursed his lips, "bummer," I frowned and he chuckled. "I'm just pulling your legs." He gestured to my almost empty plate. "You done with that?" He ask
Aurora's Point Of ViewI woke up to the soft warmth of the morning sun streaming through the curtains, my body wrapped around something soft and firm. For a moment, I sighed in contentment, snuggling closer, my fingers gripping the fabric beneath me. I could still smell him—Eduardo. His scent was everywhere, invading my senses and stirring something deep within me.Then it hit me.I wasn’t holding him. I was hugging a pillow. A pillow that, upon closer inspection, had his tank top draped over it. I blinked in confusion, my mind still foggy from sleep. The cool morning air brushed against my bare legs, and that’s when I realized—I wasn’t in my robe anymore. I was wearing one of his shirts, the soft cotton hanging loosely around me.I sat up abruptly, my heart racing. The events of last night came crashing down on me. The kiss, the way I practically threw myself at him, and his firm but gentle refusal. I buried my face in my hands, groaning in embarrassment. Moon, what had I done? I’d l
Aurora's Point Of ViewAs Eduardo knelt beside me, his hand brushing a strand of hair away from my face, I closed my eyes, trying to focus on the steady rhythm of my breathing. He felt my forehead and said, "You should take a cold bath. You're burning up." He took his hands off and I mourned his touch. "I would contact a doctor I know. Maybe he can prescribe something to help with the heat." I almost shook my head in protest. I did not want to take any pills. I wanted him. I wanted him to pin my hands over my head on the bed and fuck me. Mercilessly. I want him to make me beg for it till I cry. I bit my lip at the thought, my eyes never leaving his. His eyes darkened and I smirked. Fuck I'm loosing my mind. "Go to the bathroom," That was not a request. He left the room, leaving me with my wild thoughts. I managed to drag myself into the bathroom and I immersed myself in the bathtub filled with cold water. I soaked in the cold water, letting it ease the burning heat coursing throu
Aurora's Point Of View I rushed into the bathroom, my heart racing wildly. I pushed myself against the sink and drowned my face in cold water. My breathing was ragged as I struggled to stay on my feet. I staggered into one of the toilets and leaned against the door, trying to steady my breath. My skin stung and my clothes felt like thorns against it. I leaned against the cool metal of the bathroom stall, my body trembling uncontrollably. My heat had reached its peak, and I could feel the overwhelming pressure building in every inch of me. The cold water had done nothing to calm the fire raging inside. It only seemed to make the discomfort more intense, my skin sensitive to even the faintest touch of fabric. I bit down on my lip to suppress the whimper that threatened to escape. I couldn’t let anyone hear me like this—not in the middle of the workday. Not when Eduardo was just down the hall, his scent still lingering in the air, making everything worse. It was as if his presence tri