Nine words off 2000. Nice long chapter and a little spicy sex. :) Love Billie.
Noah let out a groan as he carefully disentangled himself from May’s exhausted form, savoring the sound of her surprised gasp as they separated.Fuck! What the hell had just happened? This night hadn’t meant anymore to him other than a means to get his rocks off. Noah moved off the bed to sit on the side, trying to catch his breath and so he could think.This time he had really muffed up. He would normally have the ‘Talk.’ with his sexual partners. Telling them he wasn’t interested in a girlfriend or, god forbid, a wife. He already had a fucking wife he didn’t want. He didn’t need a woman angling to be the second Mrs Crawford when he hadn’t got rid of the first one, yet. But he told no one about April.Some stupid gossip rag had told everyone years ago he had divorced her. So what? Noah shrugged. He didn’t care; he didn’t even see himself as married. Noah knew William Harrington was in the hospital. The last report he had received it didn’t look like William would be leaving the hospit
April woke to the sound of the shower running. The rhythmic patter of water came from the direction of the bathroom. She had used to clean up last night.The events of the night before replayed in her mind like a vivid dream. Noah’s hands exploring her body, his lips devouring hers, the way he had taken her not once, but twice more after their initial coupling. Her cheeks flushed as she remembered the intensity of each encounter, the raw passion that had consumed them both. He had used a condom the other times as well, with no issue. Both of them did not want to risk it.She shifted on the bed, her limbs heavy with satisfaction. She was stiff, but in a good way. Wow, last night. When she had thought Noah wanted her to leave, it had just been the beginning, not the end. Who knew men liked it more than once a night? Her friends didn’t talk about sex. They all had a past, some best forgotten.Thinking about the sex didn’t stop the gnawing anxiety twisting in her chest. She had been lucky,
As the lift doors opened to the lobby. April put her hand over the door’s edge to make sure it didn’t close just yet. Putting her head out, she scanned the lobby, making sure Noah hadn’t somehow got down here first. Not that she thought he would have. She had just been an easy lay for him. Her cheeks heated as she thought about how easy she had been.April didn’t see Noah, so she stepped out of the lift and raced across the lobby of the hotel, not looking at anyone. Relieved there weren’t too many people about at this early hour. It was a total walk of shame.April didn’t want to make eye contact with anyone. She knew she didn’t have anything to feel ashamed about. She had just had sex with her husband. The problem was, he didn’t know she was his wife.It was a relief as she pushed through the front, not giving the door man time to do it for her.“Taxi, Miss?” He called after her as she rushed down the steps.April didn’t look back. Keeping her head down, she called over her shoulder.
Noah left the meeting with the manager at Twister. Dan had promised Noah that the drinks menu would have something for everyone, with affordable options for students and higher priced drinks and wines for the more affluent clientele.Noah had warned his manager he would be keeping an eye on it. His team would be doing spot checks. Having profit share setup with staff sometimes can be a good thing or a bad thing it depended on the person. All his team were profit share. If the company did well, they all got bonuses. But Dan had taken it too far.Noah had a manager last year, that had kept staff levels so low that the hotel team had been exhausted. If someone hated their job, it didn’t matter how much you paid them, they wouldn’t stay. Happy staff was the key.Pay them well and keep them happy. Noah now had a staff satisfaction officer that was responsible for maintaining the engagement levels of his staff. If staff turnover was high, it added another level of cost. Training new staff wa
Noah lifted the glass to his lips as he watched Ryan and Tally on their wedding day. Noah was happy for his friend and Tally was a lovely woman.It made a change for his friend to have to pursue anyone. Usually the women were chasing him. But in Tally’s case, Ryan had had the hots for her long before she had realized her feelings for him. Noah had listened to his friend talk about Tally for the last year. Like she walked on water or something.Ryan had struggled on how he was going to break it to Tally about her cheating ex, but in the end, that had worked itself out. Ryan hadn’t had to do a thing. Tally had walked in on her ex fiance, doing the deed with his boss’s wife. He hadn’t been an ex at the time, but after that he soon had been.Noah had worried that Ryan could be a rebound for her. But looking at her now as she gazed up into Ryan’s eyes. Noah knew there was love there on both sides. He worried that his friend might just have issues keeping his hands to himself at the office.
Noah dialed Hugo’s number. “She just sent me a text. Is there anyway to track it?”Noah heard Hugo sigh. “Boss, like I told you. The phone she is using isn’t registered. There's just no way to track an unregistered phone, regardless of whether it's a message or a phone call. I’m sorry.”“Right.” Total frustration hummed through every line of Noah's body. “I just don't understand why she would need a burner.”“They're easy to pick up at a grocery store or an electronic store. A lot of people just don't register them.” Hugo explained.“What’s our next move?” Why couldn’t they find her?Noah could understand on one hand why it was so hard. She wasn’t a criminal on the run.“Like I told you, they paid cash that night at Twister. They might have started to use a credit card that night had you not picked up the tab.”Noah had really shot himself in the foot on that one, but he hadn't realized that he might want a track May down after. “The university wasn’t any extra help?”“No boss, she gra
April let herself into her brownstone later that night. Exhausted, she dropped her keys into the bowl on the entry table. Then hung up her coat, putting her handbag on the chair. She then dragged her bone weary body into the kitchen.Opening the fridge to grab the open bottle of wine. April had just taken a glass down when the doorbell rang. She placed the glass on the countertop and went to answer the door.Looking through the peephole, April saw her friends. Quickly, she pulled the door open. She said in surprise, not expecting to see them tonight.Sophie, Trent, and Poppy stood on her stoop. “Hey guys.”They didn’t wait to be invited in, just stepped by her. All kissing her on the way past to the kitchen. April closed her front door and followed her friends. They were unpacking Chinese and pulling out plates from her cabinets. They knew their way around her kitchen. They had done this before. Sometimes an all night study session. Not like they would be having one of those again.Pop
‘Fate Decides Who Comes Into Your Life, Your Heart Decides Who Stays.’ Quote by Someone?April could see she didn’t have long with her father. He had stopped eating some of his favorite foods she often brought in for him. At least she had had this last Christmas. But she knew in her heart he would not make Easter. In the weeks since Christmas, he had gotten so much worse. She could see he was hanging on for her. April wanted to tell him to let go. Every time she tried to form the words, she just couldn’t.Her dad had fallen into another heavy sleep and she needed a coffee. So she decided to head to the hospital cafeteria. The coffee was terrible, and the food wasn’t much better. But it was at the hospital that was the main thing. She just didn’t have the energy to find somewhere to eat outside the grounds where the food and coffee would be better.Once April had grabbed what she wanted and paid, she looked around the seating area, seeing them mostly full.She was going to have to ask 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