April lay tangled in the sheets, her breathing still uneven, skin slick with sweat, body thrumming from the high he’d dragged out of her. Noah was beside her, propped on one elbow, watching her like he was trying to memorize her face.She hated how much she liked that look.Silence stretched between them… not uncomfortable, but full. Heavy. They’d never had the post-sex autopsy before. In some ways, April was glad. She hadn’t wanted to rake over the past. But she also knew they needed to. It hung over them like a storm cloud, waiting to burst. She just wondered which of them would break the silence first.“Why are you looking at me like that?” she murmured, eyes on the ceiling.“Like what?” His voice was low, threaded with something she didn’t trust herself to name.“Like you’re seeing me for the first time.”“I feel like I am,” he said. “Or maybe… maybe I just wasn’t allowed to see you properly before.”April turned her head toward him, her expression unreadable. “You saw enough back
The smell of espresso and fresh toasted bread filled the kitchen the next morning. There had been no time for more because they had overslept. April grinned at the reason they had overslept. Noah had been… hungry for her during the night.April sat barefoot at the breakfast bar, wearing Noah’s crisp button-down shirt. She sipped her coffee while scrolling through her emails to check for any urgent tasks that needed attention that morning. Although she had showered and washed her hair, she had not yet put on her work clothes. She had always fantasized about wearing one of his business shirts as a nightie or robe.Noah stood at the stove, shirtless and smug, flipping pancakes like a man who had absolutely no shame in how good he looked, half-naked in a domestic setting.She didn’t trust it.“What?” he asked, catching her watching him with narrowed eyes.“You’re being weird.” He was a jackass. She just needed to figure out if he was her jackass.“I’m making pancakes.”“Exactly. You made s
“Blood may bind us, but truth is what sets us free.” By Unknown.April stepped off the elevator at Harrington HQ and immediately felt the tightness in her chest. Each foot step echoing louder than the last. She should’ve been walking tall, chin up, power radiating off her like it normally did when she wore this suit, the ink-black one with razor-sharp tailoring that made her feel invincible.But inside, she was on a rollercoaster. She felt like an unsure eighteen old again. She needed to be better. She needed to do better for herself and for her father. Today was going to be tough after the media release on her mother.She paused outside the glass corridor, inhaled deeply, and set her shoulders. I can do this. I’ve survived worse. She told herself. I can survive him.She spotted Neil immediately, standing by her office door like a sentry.He wasn’t just waiting. He was guarding.“What is it?” she asked, voice low but steady.Neil’s face was calm, but the flicker in his eyes gave it aw
“Some interruptions come wrapped in fate’s messy little bow.” By Unknown.April stood at her front door, rubbing her temples and praying the day hadn’t followed her home. All she wanted was ten minutes of peace, maybe a glass of wine, and something unhealthy to shove in her face before curling up in bed. She was exhausted and not in a good way.Granted, the truth had come out, but not before April had to deal with some of the fallout from David and Gail’s wrecking ball. Shareholders and board members had demanded answers. So she’d given them the raw, unpretty truth. David would hold no standing within the company after his latest stunt.She really hoped this was the end of his involvement in her life and in Harringtons. But unfortunately, she doubted it. She may have stopped him from damaging the company from the inside, but that didn’t mean he wouldn’t try to create storms on the outside.As April turned the key in the lock and stepped into the brownstone, she froze.What she hadn’t e
“Some truths sit quietly in the room, pretending not to be ticking time bombs.” By Unknown.April was halfway through a second glass of wine when the knock came at the door again. She was glad her friends were here.She glanced at Noah. “Are you expecting someone?”Poppy, Sophie, and Trent were still sprawled across her living room, laughing over a story from their university days. Trent was in the middle of telling it, and April noticed how he kept glancing at Sophie when he thought she wasn’t looking. Her heart clenched. She really wished Trent would just tell Sophie how he felt. It would break him if she moved on without ever knowing.Noah sat beside her on the couch, one arm resting casually behind her shoulders, his fingers brushing her skin with slow, absent-minded strokes that made it increasingly hard to focus on anything else.Another guest wasn’t part of the plan. Then again, none of this night had been. But her friends. God, her friends, they were her safe space. Her constan
“Life is like a balloon and it only takes one prick for it to pop.” by Unknown.Poppy’s fingers tightened around her wineglass the moment she heard the voice from the hallway.That voice. Max… Please God, let me be wrong.“Hope I’m not crashing the party.”Her breath caught. Her heart slammed into her ribs so hard she felt dizzy. She knew that voice. That voice lived in her memories. That one night where she had let Max Gray make love to her. No, not make love—let’s not make it romantic. She had sex with Max Gray. The night he didn’t even remember her.And then he stepped into the room.Max Gray. She wasn’t wrong. Living and breathing in front of her was the father of her little girl, Jade.Every inch of him was movie-star perfect. Tall, broad-shouldered, dressed in worn jeans and a T-shirt. His grin was as cocky as ever. His blond hair fell over his forehead just enough to make it look accidental, even though Poppy had learned the hard way. Nothing about Max Castle was ever accidental
“A healthy relationship is built on unwavering trust.” By Beau Mirchoff.The door clicked shut behind their last guest, the silence that followed louder than the chatter that had filled the brownstone only moments before.April leaned against the wall, exhaling slowly.Noah slid the deadbolt into place, then turned to face her, his expression unreadable. “You’ve been quiet since Poppy left.”She pushed off the wall and walked to the kitchen, needing something… anything to busy her hands. “It’s been a long day.”“That wasn’t what I asked.” His voice was calm, but firm.April opened the dishwasher and began loading the wine glasses. “I’m fine.”“You’re lying.”That stopped her. She looked over her shoulder, brows arching. “Excuse me?”“You’re not fine. You shut down the second Max walked through the door.”Her stomach twisted. Not because he was wrong. But because he was right.“I didn’t expect him,” she said finally. “You didn’t tell me.”Noah crossed the room, resting a hand on the bac
“Love doesn’t whisper. It roars when you finally stop running.” By Unknown.April stood with her arms around Noah, her cheek pressed against his chest, listening to the steady beat of his heart. It was grounding, steady, the only thing keeping her from coming apart after everything they’d just said and admitted to each other.His hands slid slowly down her back, holding her like she might slip away.She didn’t want to slip away. Not anymore. They still needed to work on a lot, but maybe they were a step closer now.When she tilted her head to look up at him, the look in his eyes stole her breath. Raw. Intense. His pupils dark with something deeper than desire. It was everything they hadn’t said… the pain, the want.And now? They had now, and they had each other.April reached up and kissed him.No teasing. No bravado. Just lips to lips, slow and searching.He kissed her back with an ache that made her toes curl. His hands framed her face like she was the most precious thing he’d ever t
“Some threats aren’t made in anger. They’re made in love. The kind of love that would burn the world to keep someone safe.” By Unknown.Noah didn’t tell April he was going.It was early. He said he was leaving early for a meeting at the office—but he was lying. Not that he felt guilty about it. If he had told April where he was really going, she would’ve tried to talk him out of it. Would have worried, argued, softened his anger.He didn’t want to fight with his wife. He just wanted to protect her.So he got into his car and drove across town, heading in the opposite direction to his office. The streets were mostly empty, the gray morning light making everything look a little harsher. His chest was tight, his hands flexing on the steering wheel. He hadn’t slept much. Not after what had happened to April yesterday.Porsha had pushed her.True, the reason April had ended up in hospital hadn’t been because of the push, but that didn’t matter. The bitch had no right to touch his wife.And
“Intimacy is not purely physical. It’s the act of being seen and known for who you truly are and still being loved.” By Unknown.The light seeping through the curtains was soft, filtered by clouds, giving the room a quiet, gray glow.April blinked, adjusting to the new morning. Her body felt heavy, but not in a bad way, mostly just sleepy. She liked being in the warm cocoon of Noah’s body.Noah’s arm was draped across her waist, his chest warm against her back, his breath soft against her neck.She could feel the rise of him against her hip. Morning wood. She grinned. The most innocent of problems. But it stirred something in her, a reminder that she was still here. Still whole. Still wanted. Her hips shifted slightly.Noah groaned.“You’re awake,” he murmured, voice still thick with sleep.“Maybe,” she replied.He nuzzled closer, nose brushing her shoulder. “You’re dangerous when you start shifting like that.”She did it again. “You’re the one pressing against me,” she whispered, a f
The silence between them wasn’t heavy. Noah didn’t say anything right away. He just crossed the room, taking a seat beside her on the bed and reached for her hand, his thumb brushing across her knuckles.April let him hold it. Let herself lean a little closer. Her body still felt like it didn’t belong to her. Her nerves frayed. Her head throbbed from the strain of pretending she was okay. They just looked at each other.Noah reached out and brushed a strand of hair off April’s face. His hand lingered along her cheek before he leaned in and pressed a kiss to her temple.“You scared the shit out of me,” he whispered.April smiled weakly. “I scared myself.”He leaned his forehead against hers. “Don’t do that again.”She let out a small breath, tears in her eyes. “Not really up to me.”“I know. But still. Don’t.”April turned her face slightly and kissed him. Soft. Slow. It wasn’t a kiss of desperation or apology. It was a connection. Real and quiet.He pulled her gently into his arms, an
“Sometimes the measure of love is not in words spoken, but in sacrifices made silently, in the moments when no one is watching.” By Unknown.April had no idea how she even got to the hospital.The pain hadn’t been sharp or overwhelming. That would’ve been easier. It was dull and dragging, low in her belly, and unsettling in the way it came and went. It had started right after the incident with Porsha.She couldn’t lose this baby. It would kill Noah. After what had happened to his first child. The pain was still fresh, even though it had happened years ago. For Noah, though, it had only just happened.If something happened to their baby and she found out it was Porsha’s fault, she would destroy her and her family. April was no longer the pushover she had been four years ago.After Porsha had pushed her, she had first thought it was the adrenaline fading. The shock of being shoved and screamed at by her cousin had already rattled her. But then the cramping came. Not strong, not regular,
“Some people don’t want peace. They want attention and they’ll burn the room to get it.” By Unknown.It started like any other morning.April sat at her desk, scrolling through reports while sipping lukewarm tea. Neil had just stepped out to prep for the upcoming meeting with finance, one she didn’t need to attend, thank God.She welcomed the quiet after her busy morning. Her head still throbbed from a night of little sleep, and her stomach churned with low-grade nausea. It was likely just the pregnancy. She’d felt fine earlier, but her breakfast had started to repeat on her as the morning wore on. The baby was making itself known.The buzz of the intercom startled her.“Miss Harrington, there’s someone here insisting on seeing you.”April pressed the reply button. “Who is it?” She didn’t have a planned meeting until 11 a.m. with the marketing team.A pause. Then her assistant’s voice returned, a little strained. “It’s your cousin. Porsha Harrington. She won’t take no for an answer.”A
“Sometimes love isn’t about grand gestures. It’s showing up, over and over again.” By Unknown.They could smell Tally’s cooking even before they rang the doorbell.Ryan opened the door a second later, dressed casually in jeans and a soft polo shirt that looked like it had seen better days.“You’re late,” he said with a smirk, then leaned in and kissed April on the cheek before pulling Noah into a one-armed hug.“By three minutes,” April deadpanned, stepping inside. “Tally’s cooking. Must be nesting.”“You have no idea. She reorganized the spice rack alphabetically. Twice. She’s been out of control the closer this birth comes.”April already knew that. Tally had told her she was becoming obsessive compulsive about the smallest things around the house. April really hoped that was something she would miss out on during her pregnancy.Tally appeared around the corner, glowing and round-bellied, a tea towel over one shoulder. “Only because Ryan keeps putting paprika next to cinnamon like a
“To love someone is to risk not knowing if they’ll ever say it back.” By UnknownApril was already back home by the time Noah returned from golf. She’d changed into leggings and a tank top, her feet tucked under her on the couch, a mug of tea cooling beside her.Her hair was piled on top of her head in a messy bun. She had Noah’s iPad in her hands, looking at baby names. Being with Poppy and Jade today had got her thinking about it. What was a good name for a baby?Because they wouldn’t always be a baby. Being at school with a bad name could be terrible. Kids could really be cruel. She remembered being at school with one kid named Scott… great name, but the kids had called him Scotty Snotty. It was the kids that had been little shits. How could actors or famous people call their kids’ stupid names? April often laughed at them when they got announced. Thinking poor kid.Now it was their turn to think of a name that wouldn’t put their child into therapy.She didn’t hear him walk in until
“In golf, as in life, it is the follow through that makes the difference.” By Unknown.The sun was finally beginning to do its job by the time Noah pulled into the long, winding driveway of the country golf club. The parking lot held a lot of luxury cars. But on the course, none of that mattered. Just because you had money didn’t mean you could play.He spotted Max before he even got out of the car.The actor stood just beyond the clubhouse patio, dressed down in a navy quarter-zip and golf pants, his dark sunglasses perched on his head as he watched a group of older men chatting nearby. He looked more tense than relaxed. And very out of place.Noah walked up to him, golf bag slung over one shoulder. “You look like you want to bolt.”Max turned, managing a tired smile. “I didn’t sleep. Didn’t feel right after seeing Poppy and Jade. My mind was on a loop all night.”“She let you see Jade. That’s something.”Max nodded slowly. “She’s beautiful. And small. I didn’t think I’d get emotional
April woke up still in Noah’s arms.It was early. The kind of still that made the air feel suspended. The light spilling through the bedroom curtains was faint and silver. April turned her head slightly, careful not to disturb the man sleeping beside her. His arm was draped over her middle, hand resting instinctively over her stomach.She watched him for a moment. His lashes fanned out over his cheek, his mouth relaxed in a way it never seemed to be during the day. Even in sleep, he looked like Noah. Unapologetic. Unflinching. But here, wrapped around her like a vine, he looked different. Younger. Softer.They still had a way to go. She still hadn’t told him she loved him. April did, but she wasn’t ready to say it out loud. She didn’t know what she was waiting for.She shifted slightly and pressed a kiss to his shoulder.He stirred, his arm tightening. “What time is it?”“Too early,” she whispered.He hummed in response, his voice still deep and sleep-rough. “Come back to sleep.”She d