Eric wondered what would happen if he burst into tears. The terror of the situation kicked him hard, and he realized he had no choice or else Taylor would pee in her pants and tell him and then he'd be in real trouble.He ran back and found her hopscotch on one leg. "Okay, let's go. Hold still, hold still." He recited the same sentence over and over, then closed the door and lifted the lid. She slid her skirt down and waited, so he assumed she needed help with her panties. He closed his eyes tightly and pulled them down (^^), then lifted her up onto the toilet seat. He heard a soft sigh and a slow, steady stream of water, all telling him that everything was going well. His confidence returned. He can handle a kid. There's nothing to be afraid of."I want ice cream."Damn itEric repeated the same sentence that Carina had used so effectively before. "You can eat after dinner.""No way, now."He took a deep breath and tried again. "I'm sure I'll get ice cream, but wait a bit, okay?"Her
"Damn. damn, damn, damn," Taylor repeated happily. "See my ice cream, Miss Al? I got it from him! It's my newest best friend."Eric waited for her to explode. Jeer. Everything but the dead silence came from the bathroom door. When he finally had the courage to look up, Carina stared at him with absolute shock, shock, and some other emotion he couldn't fathom. Almost very tender.She cleared her throat and got to work. "You really made it this time, troublemaker. Take one last bite and give me the popsicle.""Yes."Eric wondered why she didn't argue with Carina. Then he realized he'd better be grateful. His wife cleverly wrapped the remaining ice cream stick in toilet paper and threw it in the bathroom trash. She nudged Eric to the side, lifted Taylor out of the toilet, and took the roll of toilet paper from his hand to wipe her clean. Carina pulled up her panties, straightened her skirt, washed both of their hands and wiped her mouth to erase any evidence.And then Carina came out of
"What peace." She opened her mouth to embrace him deeply. The water fell over her back and head, and she twisted her tongue to stroke the ridge around the tip of his stirrup, loving the taste of him, the softness of him. A low, hoarse curse escaped his lips as his orgasm was released.He pulled her up with frenzied emotions, moved into her outstretched legs and lifted her to his chest. He stopped to look deeply into her eyes. Then lowered her onto his rocking hard length.She exhaled. He rhythmically inside her and her muscles pressed against him in welcome. Intense desire pierced her as he gripped her hips tightly and moved her up and down. She screamed and bit into his shoulder as her emotions raged, and she threw her head back, shook her damp hair, and screamed as she orgasmed with him inside.He followed her until she collapsed against him, her legs and knees shaking, and let herself lean against his chest, pressing a kiss against him as she moaned in satisfaction. He held her for
Carina listened to her husband's words and her heart stopped, then pounded in an uneven rhythm. She didn't know the difference this time, but had the impression that they had found each other on the road, and he had chosen the hard way.They've made love every night since Michael's party, sometimes slow, sometimes hot and crazy. He had whispered provocations and compliments, telling her how beautiful she looked and how he wanted her.But he had never looked so deeply into her eyes as he knew who she was. As if the outer skin had been peeled off and revealed the ripe insides, Carina felt exposed before him. She held her breath and waited for him to come out of his coma.But instead, he took her cheeks in his hands and spoke right on her lips. "You're my wife and I want to make love to you."Then he kissed her, slow and warm making her blood boil, like syrup poured over a hot cake, until her body softened and her lips parted for him, their tongues entwined. in an ancient rhythm between
He waited for the car to finish and went to the office to delay the time. He made a quick call home to check that she was okay until he finished his lunch with Jed. A strong urge wanted him to ask her some important questions, but another part of him wondered if he wanted to know the truth. He may have fallen in love with her, but the final limit would not change. He could not give her a stability and children. After all, if she stayed, she would end up hating him. A terror swept over him with those thoughts.Jed was waiting in the corner of the bar. He stared intently at the man who shared his bloodline. Money and laziness seemed to suit him. His hair had been sunburned in the Mexican sun, and the distinct tan lines on his face gave him a personality trait he didn't really have. He was a tall man, and knew how to dress. Today he wears a red Ralph Lauren sweater, black pants, and leather loafers.His dark eyes glowed slightly from the alcohol. Perhaps a cocktail before he went to see
She was pregnant.Carina stared at the closed door where the OB/GYN room disappeared. (OB/GYN stands for obstetrician/gynecologist. That's room for women's reproductive health.) Yes, she was feeling a little nauseous. And yes, she forgot about her period when she should, but it was easy to blame stress. The roller coaster of the past few holidays with her family and work and Eric. And why are you able when you're on birth control pills?The doctor's words rang in her ears."Have you taken any medications in the past month?" he asked her."No. I only take Tylenol when I have an oil ache... but wait, I do. I just went through a bout of pneumonia and I have to..." She traced her forgotten knowledge.The doctor nodded. "Antibiotics. The doctor should have warned you that it will decrease the effectiveness of birth control pills. Actually, I've seen this happen many times. I hope that's good news?"A longing welled up from deep within her and rose like an emotional star. Yes. It is good ne
He carefully pulled her hand away from his and took a step back toward the kitchen counter. "What did I say?She took a deep breath. "I'm pregnant. We're having a baby."He seemed to be searching for words. "But it can't be. I'm on birth control pills." He paused. "Is not it?""That's right. But these things do happen from time to time. Actually the doctor said–""How convenient."She blinked. He looked at her as if she had turned into a two-headed monster. Worry was seeping into her. She backed away from him and sat down at the dining table. "I know this is shocking. Even for me. But a baby is coming and we need to talk about it."He remained silent, and she spoke softly. "I wasn't prepared for this. I don't plan on making this a real marriage. But I love you, Eric. I'm waiting for the right time to tell you.And I'm sorry to tell you in this situation, but I don't want to wait any longer. Please say something. Anything is fine."She watched as her husband's face changed. The man she
It's been two weeks.Eric stared out the window from the kitchen. Old Yeller was lying at his feet. An empty cup of coffee was placed next to his elbow.He pretended all day like a ghost. Work kept him busy, so he poured all his energy into the blueprints, but only to throw them away and go back to bed all night. He thought about Carina, and his unborn child.The doorbell resounded.He shook his head and went to open the door. Jim and Scodelario were standing right outside.Grief immediately hit him with the resemblance between them, but he pushed those feelings away and opened the door. "Jim, , what are you two doing here?"He assumed they had come here for only one reason—to destroy him completely. He was prepared for his tears and prayers for his unborn child. He expected Jim to punch him and curse him for hurting their beloved daughter.Eric straightened his back and was ready to take it all. But he wondered why they waited so long. Damn, maybe her parents' rage couldn't help eith
It's just a feeling, but I've been feeling it for a while. Someone is following me. I contacted Kudo, and he seriously sent some scouts to see if I was in danger. He was supposed to see me in a few days, in the name of investigating a fake case. During that time, he wanted me to behave normally. He didn't want my stalker to find out I knew.Kudo said he had heard several reports of people targeting Raymond's allies. Raymond has been missing for over a year and his government is not happy about it. They think the FBI has something to do with his disappearance. Of course they have no proof. Kudo didn't seem too upset about that, though. The culprit is clearly an unknown person. He freed eighteen women from sexual slavery.When I first heard the news, I immediately thought it might be Eric, and my heart felt like it was being squeezed by someone. Kudo didn't say it, but I think he might as well suspect Eric. It showed in the way he asked if I was likely to know who the person was or if s
Johnny sits across from former Miss Yena Ruiz. She looks terrible. Her long dark hair was pulled back from her face and pulled into a messy bun. She has dark circles under her eyes and doesn't eat much either. The lack of food kept her in the hospital for another 72 hours, but they couldn't keep her once she decided she wanted to leave. Agent Sloan was also in the room. The revelations of the case were hard to swallow for her, too, and Johnny wished there was some way to comfort her without misleading her into thinking he was seducing her. She went to his room after visiting Yena at the hospital, and learned about his last conversation with Yena. They discussed the case for a while, but then she wanted to talk about the night they had sex, and he had to tell her frankly that it was just a one-night stand. She called him a coward. He called her even worse. “Is this the last piece of paper?” Anne Caliph asked. “Yes,” Johnny said. “Once you step out of this room, you will be Anne Cali
“Why don't you let me decide for myself what is right? I want to stay with you.” I said choked. My heart rate increased, and I couldn't hold back the tears anymore. You're giving me a chance to go back home, back to my life, back to what I said I wanted - but all I can think about is, it doesn't matter if That means I'll never see you again. He tightened his grip on the steering wheel and pressed his forehead against it, “You don't know what you want, Nana, and what you want, you're just brainwashed into wanting them.” I immediately inhaled, trying to protest; He raised his hand to stop me. “I've been doing this for a long time - manipulating people to my liking. That's why I think I love you. Because you broke me and then put me back together and made me believe it. This is not an accident. Once you've left everything behind…you'll see that." I could barely see him through the mist of tears clouding my vision. Eric believed what he said. I could hear it in his voice – but he was w
I was just unbuttoning my shirt when it happened. There was a huge explosion and something hit me right in the face. I reached up to touch my cheek. The breath left me in a heartbeat. Eric was above me, screaming, but I couldn't hear what he was saying. Looks like I didn't hear anything. My head ached. I bumped it to the floor when Eric lunged at me. Bricks flew everywhere. “Nana!” Eric shouted as he shook me. It pierced the silence in my head. BOOM! Another flood of rubble flew towards us. Eric lay on top, covering my face with his hands while burying his head near my shoulder. There's someone out there shooting at us. My eyes drifted to the door and I could see huge holes in what used to be wood. We rolled to the back of the bed. My whole body was shaking and I had no idea what was going on. Eric was pushing me and I cried out in pain. “Get in the tub!” He shouted. Then he pushed me again. I managed to get up on my hands and knees. Crawling towards the bathroom, I squirmed in
The mansion is very quiet, strangely quiet. No Felipe. No Celia. No Raymond. Eric didn't answer and I didn't ask any questions.It was very hot outside, even though it was only early morning. I realized I hadn't stepped outside in a long time, under the bright sun. I am wearing clothes. I was…free. My footsteps stopped when that realization hit. FREE!“The truck isn't far, keep going,” Eric said coldly.I felt myself choking, an excited laugh escaping my lips, “Where are we going?” I said with tears of joy in my eyes."Please don't ask. Just go with me.”I looked at him, the pain on his face was so intense. Now is not the time to argue with you. Whatever he was doing, it seemed like a big deal. It will change everything between the two of us, but he is begging me to go with him, and when the man you love asks you to go with him – you will.We walked less than a mile, but I was amazed at the overall scale of Felipe's mansion. Whatever his business is, it's probably making a profit. We
Fear aside, I parted my lips and let his tongue invade my mouth. He groaned as I wrapped my arms around him and pulled him down on top of me. I tug on his dirty shirt and he pulls away from the kiss just long enough to pull it over his head. Sand and blood, I'm sure, fell on my face, but I just wiped them off with the back of my hand and continued to kiss Eric. His hands were everywhere at once, touching my hair, pulling me close, squeezing my breasts. His pillow hill slid between my knees, pushing them apart. I opened my legs and let Eric's lower belly press against me. I can feel his masculinity, confined in his jeans, pressing against his inner thighs. As we pounced on each other, a part of his wild personality seeped into me and before I knew it, I pushed him aside. He grabbed my shirt and let out a sound I understood to be a warning. “Yours, Eric. I promise," I said. I grabbed the hem of my shirt and pulled it over my head, exposing my breasts to Eric. His mouth came in, causi
Eric has been gone for hours. I sat on the floor, next to his gun, waiting for something to happen, anything. So many times I thought about leaving the room and looking for him, but still tried to convince myself to give up the idea. Eric told him to wait. So I wait.A sense of dread began to rise as I saw light seeping through the curtains. The sun was rising and Eric hadn't come back yet. I wonder if Celia will return, but I doubt it will. The bridge between us has been completely burned down. The only consolation was knowing that she would keep Felipe from harming me.Suddenly, there was a very loud thud at the door, and then another hour. My heart almost jumped in my throat, but then I remembered Eric said he'd knock twice. I reached for the gun, just in case.I watched the revolving door handle and when the door swung open I could barely absorb what I was seeing. Eric stood in the doorway. His body was covered in mud. Blood stains everywhere.“Eric?” I managed to whisper, but sti
“There will be no trial,” Kudo said. He started walking again, a fist resting on the back of his neck. “I know how it is. I don't want to believe it, but I know. I've been arguing with my boss for the past few hours. There will be…” Kudo seemed very flustered. “There will be a lot of arrest warrants, I'm sure. Those who are auctioned will no doubt be taken to a shelter, but… no justice will be served. Not the kind that those victims deserve.” "How can that be?" I sobbed. “How could you let that happen?” “Raymond is a senior officer in the Pakistani Army, Nana. His government will not allow a scandal to get out. They agreed to let our government take part in the raid on the condition that they keep their men out of the way. When the chaos is over, it's up to them to decide who's present and who's not, that's how international political organizations work." I felt like someone had just hit me in the chest with a heavy wooden stick. For the second time in my life, I understood Eric's
“Are you sick?” Eric whispered. His blond brows furrowed nervously. I've never seen him like this. He looks so happy and peaceful. I reached up and stroked his beautiful face. "I am fine." He wiped my eyes, "Then why are you crying?" "I don't know," I replied and continued to run my hand over his face. "I think I'm just happy." He smiled, "Strange reaction to happiness, but that's okay." He bent down and licked away one of my tears. I squirmed, “What are you doing?” I laugh. "I'm curious," he whispered seriously. "About what?" “Will happy tears taste the same as sad tears?” he replied. His words made me cry harder. I can't control them. I am overwhelmed by everything. "And?" I managed to ask. "I think they're sweeter," he replied, kissing me, "but maybe it's just your face." We burst out laughing. I heard voices. I sat up in bed. For a few seconds, I forgot where I was. The room is very small. There are bars on the window frames. The bed wasn't Eric's. “I can't come back