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Julian's POVSix months later"Happy anniversary, Les," I coo, startling my wife. She'd just stepped out of the shower, looking fresh and all mine. God, I love her so much."Julian, you scared me," she giggles, clutching her chest. "What's all this?" she arches her chestnut brow, referring to the platter in my hand."I got you breakfast in bed, love.""Aww, Julian, that's so sweet," her eyes soften, gifting me that molten evergreen gaze of hers."Thanks, baby," she coos, and I swear I turn to mush."Why did you get out of bed?" I grumble.She laughs and crosses the distance between us as I drop the platter of food on the bedside. She wraps her arms around my neck, her sweet delectable lavender scent filling my nostrils."Stop drooling, Mr. Billionaire," she whispers, and I catch myself."What can I say, Mrs. Billionaire? My wife looks delicious in the morning."She laughs. "I'm still in my PJ's, Julian.""You look delicious in anything," I contend, and she laughs harder. I could listen
Leslie's POVI unsheathed the dress from the wrap, and a gasp escaped me… woah! The dress was a beauty, and this wasn't even Lady P's signature style. I couldn't wait any longer and slipped the dress on. Oh God, soft ivory silk clung to me so beautifully. It was a midi A-line dress that stopped just above my knee at the front and, at the back, a shimmering organza trail. I felt the tears again. I never knew I was such a tearful person, but that's just what happens with Julian. He's so sweet sometimes I can't even take it. Who would have thought there was once a time when we couldn't stand each other? I smile at my reflection, my fingers slightly moving over my front, briefly stopping at my tummy. *I have a surprise for Julian too. I can't wait to see his reaction.* I styled my hair in a quick French twist that I'd learned when Julian took us to France to celebrate my mother-in-law's birthday two months ago. I placed the little flower crown, which I'd seen beside the wrap–no doubt dro
“Any luck, Larry?” Leslie said over the phone, her fingers clenched around the device in hope and anticipation."I'm so sorry, Leslie," a voice rang out through the phone. "The gallery owner complained that your art was too avant-garde and not suitable for the theme of her art show, so she wouldn't bother showcasing any of them.""Really, not even one?" she pressed on, clinging to the last string of hope she had left."Not even one. I'm so sorry. Look, I gotta go now. They need me back here."She closed her eyes in disappointment and whispered, "It's okay. Thanks, Larry. Talk to you soon." She hung up shortly afterwards and sighed heavily, fighting back the tears that threatened to spill from her eyes. This was the fourth time her art was rejected from being showcased in an art show. Disappointment had become a daily phenomenon for her ever since she received devastating news about her father's cancer three months ago. She stood up with her shoulders still slumped and smoothed out the
A tall, imposing woman dressed head to toe in designer clothes strutted into the ward like she owned the place. Glancing around the room, she scoffed in contempt as she took in the sight before her, sizing up the two people in the ward."Excuse me, what did you say?" Leslie asked, looking at her like she was speaking a foreign language. She glanced at her dad, and he shrugged, indicating that he had no clue who the lady was."I don't repeat myself very often, young lady, so I need you to listen carefully," she bit out. "I can be of assistance to you.""Look here, lady, I think you have the wrong ward—" Leslie's dad started to say but was interrupted by his daughter."Dad," Leslie said, "let me handle this, okay?" She spoke softly, patting his arm. She didn't want him getting worked up about anything at this point. She glanced back at the woman, who was still looking at them like they were a bunch of nobodies, and said in a firm and resolute tone, "Ma'am, if you have any issues to disc
Leslie got down from the bus absentmindedly and walked a short distance to her apartment building in Brownsville. This battered neighbourhood had provided a place for her and her father when they had nowhere else to go. Despite its high crime rate, it was where they called home."Hey, Les," a gruff voice sounded.She turned around and found Ted, a local and a chronic gambler who'd been friends with Leslie and her dad since they moved in."Hi, Ted. How's it going?" she said."I should be asking you that, hon. Tesla's been worried about you. She says you've lost too much weight, and now that I see you," he said, sizing her up from head to toe, "I think she's right."Leslie sighed and ran her fingers through her hair. "I'm fine, Ted. I just want Dad to feel better soon.""He will. Don't worry, he definitely will," he said, patting her back firmly. "How about you come around tonight for dinner? Tesla's making those fried dough balls you like so much."If it was any other night, she would'
Eleanor Blackwood leaned back on her plush chair behind a huge lush teakwood table, glanced around her office that spoke of opulence and splendour, and sighed briefly. "Everything is going according to plan," she muttered.Footsteps echoed across the corridor, and a tall, strikingly handsome man walked in with a scowl etched on his face."You called for me, Mother?" Julian Blackwood said sharply, his voice impatient."Now, now, that's no way to talk to your mother, is it?" she replied, her face scrunching up in disapproval. "Anyways, sit down. Let's have some afternoon tea," she offered."I do not have time for this, Mother," he bit out. "I was about to seal a very important deal with the Pattersons when your incessant calls came in.""Oh please," she said, rolling her eyes. "The Pattersons can wait. Sit. Down. Now. I have something very important to talk to you about."Julian clenched and unclenched his fingers, drew out a chair, and took a seat, breathing in and out through his mout
"That'll be $15.35, ma'am," a somber voice said, snapping Leslie out of her thoughts. She looked up and saw the taxi driver still looking at her through the rearview mirror."Oh, right, sorry," she said and dug her fingers into her purse. She pulled out some money and gave it to the man. She alighted from the vehicle, took two suitcases out of the trunk, and stood in awe of the mansion before her. She felt overwhelmed and very small in this huge mansion."So this is Blackwood Manor," she muttered to no one in particular.A lady in a maid's uniform with an impassive face walked up to her and said respectfully, "Are you Leslie Harrison?"Leslie cleared her throat and responded, "Yes, I am," trying to fake a smile."Welcome to Blackwood Manor, madam. My name is Kris," the lady introduced. "Let me get that for you," she said, referring to the brown-colored suitcases. "Right this way. I've been waiting for you. I was sent to receive you," Kris said, pointing forward with her hand and guidi
“Ah yes, Phil, tell me,” Julian said over the phone to his personal assistant. A towel swung along his neck, his hair damp from the shower he had just taken after a gym session at the built-in gym the manor had.“They did what?” “I’m sorry, sir. I did the best I could to stop them, but after you left that day, the Pattersons felt insulted. They thought you left because they didn’t deserve your time or something like that.”“Shit,” Julian cussed. “I told them the reason why I— You know what, forget about it. Send the most expensive bouquet of flowers from NYC Fragrance with an apology letter. We can’t afford to lose this deal,” Julian said, pinching the bridge of his nose.“Okay, sir, but NYC Fragrance is the most popular flower company in New York. I’m not sure they have any more in stock at the moment.”“Do whatever it takes to make it happen, Phil. Money is not an issue. Make. It. Happen.”“Y-yes, sir. I’ll get on it right away.”Julian hung up after that and closed his eyes in fru