The next morning, I sat with arms folded on a kitchenette stool, Finn sitting on my lap; already dressed up for school but still taking his cereal. I rubbed my eyes with the back of my hand, yawning. I was so tired — it'd felt like I'd slept for barely two minutes before Finn came jumping into my room — announcing that it was morning already. I'd been too damn exhausted to change out of my dinner clothes, and Cora spent a long time with Mr. Salazar — she still hadn't told me what they discussed — if he agreed to keep his mouth shut and not tell Me. Sturm about Finn.“Come on now, Cora,” I prodded. “What did he eventually say? I don't know, but my baser instincts are telling me to pack up a suitcase and get the hell out of this place.”She laughed, smoothening her tresses with her fingers. “Relax, dear. Remember how long it took to get that job. You're not in New York for anyone but you and your son. If Mr. Sturm finds out, so? Fuck him.”“Do you think he'd be able to press charges aga
There were days I didn’t want to get out of bed.Sleep was that basic necessity that was sometimes hard to get enough of. And coupled with the loads of manuscripts Mr. Sturm ensured I took home with me every fucking day of the week, I wasn’t even sleeping my normal eight-hour ration. I always stayed up late till two, cutting down sleep time to four and when my alarm went off at five I was too groggy to even move. Some nights Cora stayed up with me to chat as I worked. Sometimes when I fell asleep on my makeshift desk near the window, she piled the manuscripts away and helped me to bed.“You’re not going easy on yourself, Elaine,” she told me one Monday morning as we were having breakfast. Finn was already ready for school and was finishing up his homework on the sofa while I had taken my bath but hadn’t dressed up yet. “I understand that you’re a go-getter. You’re hardworking and hates having work piled up but don’t you think you should take good care of your health first? It’s taking
ElaineI stood in the empty lobby with a notepad in hand, writing down stuff I'd need to get from the grocery store while waiting for Vivienne who'd gone to take a pee. It was way past dismissal but I'd stayed back to finish the manuscript I'd been working on all day and turn it in to Mr. Sturm for final inspection before it would be sent to the publication team. Almost everyone had gone home."Hey, Elaine. Don't you think it'd be a great idea if the two of us go out for drinks tomorrow to celebrate your first week at work?" Vivienne suggested the minute she came out of the bathroom, adjusting her skirt. "Consider it a treat from me. You don't have to worry about paying anything.""Ah." I pause, thinking hard on my schedule. Cora had said something about a date with Terry last night while we were chatting, and frankly I didn't want to leave Finn in her care for yet another afternoon. It wasn't fair, and I could see how much the date meant to her when she told me about it. "It's not a
It was a little before eleven before I finally got into bed after reading Finn his favorite bedtime story. Cora was spending the night over at Terry’s and wouldn’t be back till tomorrow morning to get ready for work. Since Mr. Sturm could likely travel after the conference tomorrow, I had a lot of time to work on some manuscripts. Tonight, I wanted to rest my eyes. It’d been a long time since I had a good night's rest.Unfortunately, it was a few minutes past two in the morning before I finally gave up on my struggle after taking Finn to pee for the fifth time. I knew what was wrong with me. I was worried over a lot of things – not fessing up to having a child for one. I’d lied in my job resume, to my friends at the office, to Mr. Sturm – and anyone who found out, I had them shut up. The more I tried to cover this shit up, the more likely it seemed that I could get caught soon.God. I really didn’t want to go to jail or worse – pay a fine. If I was lucky enough to get fined, goodness
My heart began pounding, not in panic or bottled-up anger, but rather in excitement. The pleasure pooling between my legs thicken, and I had to push Finn’s head aside, on a pillow so he wouldn’t smell my arousal.It’s all yours, Daddy. Yours to pummel and do as you please.His reply bounced back a millisecond late.Sky Walker: Where do you stay? Do you stay alone? I could arrange for a hotel room just for the both of us to meet tomorrow.Oh, God. I’d only just started talking to him today. I wasn’t even sure that he was Mr. Sturm in question here. What if he turned out to be a creepy, ruthless serial killer? I couldn’t imagine turning up dead and leaving Finn in a cruel world like this.I’m sorry but…I don’t know you quite well for us to meet.I tossed my phone aside on the small bedside table beside the bed when Finn began to stir once more, calling out for me. I laid properly on the bed, wrapping an arm around him so he’d stop feeling scared. He normally found it hard to sleep at ni
I greeted a few colleagues passing by as I stood nervously in the parking lot, waiting for Mr. Sturm to arrive. I patted a few specks of dust that are gathered on my dress again for the umpteenth time. My nerves were getting the best of me. And apart from the raw excitement of seeing Mr. Sturm, I could pinpoint the other reason was due to lack of sleep. Four hours of shut-eye was simply not enough for me, nor could it be for anyone else. This morning, as I made coffee, I logged on to Facebook; hopeful to see my Sky Walker online. After waiting a good thirty minutes without seeing the green active dot on his profile, I gave up.Perhaps he was still pissed at me, thinking I’d ditched him.Life was so unfair.I was so lost in my thoughts that I didn’t see when Mr. Sturm pulled over in front of me. He got down, murmuring a greeting as he moved over to the other side to open the door for me. “Good morning, Elaine.”I flushed, startled to see him. “Good morning, Sir,” I unconsciously tucked
I leaned back on the cool leather seat close to the glass wall, watching Mr. Sturm as he ordered cappuccinos at the metal counter. The blonde bartender taking his order was flushed, fluttering her lashes at him balefully as she jotted his words down. I placed a hand on my chest, directly where it was tight, and jealousy made smoke puff out my ears.Back off my man.This restaurant was located in a bay area I’d never been to before, and judging by the way Mr. Sturm and I were ignored and treated like completely normal people, I realized that he wasn’t popular here. No one knew about the chronic womanizer who always made the headlines with his sexcapades. No one cared about his money or reputation. He was just another one of the regulars who trooped by for coffee, along with a friend – me.I looked up now as he made his way over, setting a paper cup filled with steaming coffee in front of me. I thanked him as he settled back down on his seat, lifting the cup to my lips.“How do you like
It was almost five PM before the conference came to a close and I escorted Max to the airport. I missed him already and couldn't stop pinching myself at the recent turn of events this morning. If Alsina hadn't attacked me, would we have admitted our feelings for each other sooner and resolved everything that happened in Manhattan?I was dying for Saturday to arrive. He promised to even pick me up himself once he was back from in the evening, and I'd stood crying as he kissed my cheeks and disappeared into the belly of his private chopper. After everything that happened, he was still the same. The same Anselm I'd met and fallen in love with, and not a grumpy, stuck-up boss as I'd initially thought he was.I was glad that from now on henceforth, I was the only one who got to see the loving side of him he'd shown me in that restaurant bathroom.God. I couldn't wait to tell Cora all about it.Finn raced out the front door the minute I pushed open the gate, and I bent forward to scoop him
Elaine“Hey, Cherry.”Two words. Two fucking words whispered sexily in my ears and I was close to exploding. It felt as though my body was on automated response to anything that had to do with him. I sat still, rigid as he pecked my left cheek, before turning to scoot a chair back to sit, his knees touching mine, his eyes lingering. Samson hugged Jess and waved at Ryan, before sitting down as well.What the hell was happening?“Hi,” I blurted out at last, swallowing hard. He clasped my hands in his, the heat from his hands calming my goosebumps while making my pulse race. He stared at me intently, a mischievous smirk on his lips. The last time he looked at me this way was that night, right before I told him all about Finn. My eyes darted to Jess who seemed equally confused. Samson sat, all laid back, with his usual cold, domineering aura.Oh, fudge.“Why are you boys back early?” Jess finally asked, her face scrunched up in confusion. “Has the party ended? Ryan?”Ryan shrugged. “I don
Elaine“I'm warning you, Elaine. One of these days, you'll have no choice but to give that young man a chance. Look at how much he's texted you... it'll be sad to leave him in the lurch,” Jess said, glancing over the rim of her wine glass at Ryan, who nodded in approval. “You're twenty-seven and you have the entire world on the heel of your palm. Make the best use of it.”We were seated on the outdoor patio upstairs, adjacent to the children's living room. Jess stood up from time to time to go check up on the baby who was fast asleep in his crib. Ryan was having a bit of a sour time with Jake bailing out from the whole party thing, but didn't want to call it off. I could've gone, if Jess was strong, but she hadn't completely recovered yet and it wasn't wise to take a new baby to a party so we all decided to hang out here. Besides, the last person I wanted to keep bumping into was Max, who was undoubtedly in attendance.Rolling my eyes, I waved her advice off. “I told you guys, remembe
MaxThe reflection of the hanging strobe lights flickered across the pool. It was a little before sunset, and the waiters were dressed in bright white starched shirts and red glittering pants, circling with trays balanced on their curt fingertips. It was a pretty chill Saturday night and Ryan was having a party to celebrate his one year anniversary with his boyfriend, Jake.I was seated with Samson and the rest of the boys. Jess was home, taking care of the newest member of the Sturm family — Ashton, with Ryan helping her out, despite being needed here. Samson was agitated, and I knew he wanted nothing but to bolt out of this place and go home to her. I didn't blame him though, Jess was one in a million, and there were times I was forced to concede that their love for each other was better than the best fairytale out there.Before he met Jess, Samson was a party whore. He fucked around, with multiple girls, stayed at clubs till dawn, yet still managed to turn up for work in the mornin
ElaineIt was a few months till Autumn, and the air was becoming chilly. Max was letting me have the car for a day while he stayed home with Finn at his place. I pulled into the driveway, turning off the ignition. Finn hooted and clapped in delight.“We're home!”He'd begged to stay with Max for the weekend, as well, and while they hanged out, I planned to get my shit together and try a blind date out. I wasn't getting any younger, and tying myself down by what had happened wasn't doing me any good.Looking up at Max through the rear view mirror, I caught his eyes, his lips parted as though he wanted to say something. It had become a habit for him to do this each time I was about to take the car back home with me — lingering as though he had more to say. He twirled the keys in his hands idly, not taking his eyes off me even for a second. At last he whipped his gaze to Finn. “Hey, soldier. Mind going in while I talk with Mamma for a bit?”“Okay, Daddy,” Finn giggled, snatching the keys
ElaineIt had been two months since Max Sturm attempted to take my son away from me.Two months of not seeing or speaking to each other. Two months of pain that refused to go away.My mother once taught me that time was the greatest healer. Wounds heal with time, same with misunderstandings. But the gap between Max and I only deepened as the day progressed. I couldn't get over my hate for him, even with the fact that unity was strength and Finn needed us both at this crucial point of time in his life. I didn't know how to forgive him, and since he wasn't making any conscious effort to make amends for all the pain he caused, I figured that, perhaps he felt the same way. He hated me as well.I stopped searching for a job and just plunged deep into an abyss of emptiness, sadness and reflectiveness. Ivy and the other girls tried to get my spirits up, and I even received a response for an important interview I signed months ago, but there was no motivation to work. The fear of having Finn
MaxAfter the court proceedings, I didn't go home immediately. Instead, I took a detour to Samson's place, to tell him the news. I still couldn't get over my guilt. Elaine was beyond distraught. I hated the way she looked at me. Like I was the most disgusting human she'd ever been cursed to encounter, and maybe she was right. I was taking things too far. I wasn't in my right senses — I was letting my paternal instinct ruin everything.Riding up the elevator to the top floor, I ran a hand through my hair, feeling like shit. The judge had instructed that I sort things out with Elaine. That the least thing Finn needed right now was his parents fighting. I'd never want a situation where I would be one to ruin my boy's childhood, so I had to be the bigger person and try to make a conscious effort at reconciliation. But the deal was, I had no idea how to face Elaine. She hated me. And rightly so. I was a fucking dickhead.The elevator bell clinked, and the doors drew apart. Walking into the
Elaine I rushed up the stairs that led to the entrance of the mansion, hardly seeing anything, thanks to my rage. Max must've been expecting me, for he drew the door shut behind me the second I whizzed in.I whirled around to face him, thrusting the papers into his face. “Do you mind explaining what the fucking hell this is?”“Calm down, Elaine. Deep breaths,” he stated calmly.“Don't tell me to calm down!” I howled. “How long have you known him, Max? Four damn seconds and suddenly you think you've got what it takes to look after him for the rest of his life?”He scoffed in irritation. “He's safer with me, Elaine. You're the one going to club, meeting strange men and doing drugs.”“I'm not doing drugs. I was drugged! It could happen to anyone.”“That's not a valid excuse either. Why on earth will you leave Finn at home to go spend time with spoilt random people at a club? You're not in highschool anymore, Elaine. You're a mother. And you've got to act like one.”I glared at him, my t
ElaineI laid haphazardly on the parlour couch, half-dozing off. My joints were aching and it felt as though bricks were in my head. The room was silent with Cora sitting on the sette opposite, her brows knitted together worriedly. It was a half past one, so it wasn't yet time for her to pick Finn up from preschool.“So, you honestly don't remember any of the other boys except Sky?” she frowned, adjusting herself to peer at me closely. “What are the chances that they were the ones responsible for drugging you? And why would they do that? You weren't alone with them. They didn't drug Ivy or one of the other girls.”“I'm lost, Cora,” I muttered, shaking my head gently while yawning. “It could have been anyone who slipped something in the drink, but the boys are the prime suspect. Things went downhill the minute they approached us. I'm not sure it was Sky...” I trailed off, rubbing my temples softly.“Well, thank heavens you're getting better now. The doctor said that the drugs, coupled
MaxIt was a few minutes past ten in the night when my phone trilled on the table, disrupting the otherwise quiet solitude of my study. I looked up from the manuscript I was working on, pushing the tortoise-shell glasses I'd recently gotten back over the bridge of my nose as I peered at the strange number on the screen.I'd never seen that number before, and a part of me felt irritated. Perhaps it was Ivy, or one of the girls in the proofreading department. Sighing, I picked it up at last.“Hello?”“M-Mr Sturm?” Ivy's frightened voice set off my hackles. I rose from my chair quickly. Something was wrong.“Ivy? What's wrong? You don't sound so good.”“I'm so sorry,” she blurted out tearfully. “It's all my fault. She wanted to leave when the boys approached but I stopped her...now she's...” she rambled on.“Calm down, Ivy. Deep breaths,” I stated calmly. “Breathe in...breathe out. Now, tell me what's wrong. Who did you stop from leaving?”“It's Elaine, Sir. She was found, knocked out co