17Nicholas RussellEmma buried her head in my chest, making me smirk.She wasnât the kind to be shy thus, making her like this was quite rare. This was cute however, thinking of the fact that she kept something so delicate from me was scary.When the doctor told me those words, it made me feel lost. It reminded me of the familiar feeling that passed my chest when my wife left me... I abhorred every inch of that feeling because there was nothing for me, in it.So painful...Unnerving and heart wrenching...Her yawn brought me from my thoughts. The sun in the bright sky was starting to set. And it looked like it was going to rain anytime soon. Walking with her in the hospital arena wasnât something I planned.I wanted the opposite of this for her. Especially with knowing that she might not be here soon.âGosh, Iâm so tired.â she said, stretching while I arched a brow at her.âSo,â I started, âWill you tell me the reason you kept something big as this from me?ââWhat was I meant
Nicholas Russell âHello, yeah, speak.â I took a phone call as I drove the car down Nevada town. âSir we just spotted your ex-wife in Nevadaâs airport, from her coordination she seems to be making her way to you.â One of my movie crew members, said to me leaving me wide-eyed, âWhat? Howâs that, are you... sure about what you saw?â I asked with a fierce grip on the steering wheel bringing Emmaâs attention, she stared at me curiously at what was happening. âYes sir, I thought to inform you so there wonât be surprises.â âOkay, thanks for the information,â I said. âOne more thing sir- her luggage it seemed sheâll be staying for a while.â âReally? Thatâs strange. Thanks for the call, Reuben.â âItâs nothing, sir, one more thing though, she seemed-â I hung up so I didnât leave Emma curious any longer. The last thing I needed was her worrying about her state. âEverything okay?â She asked, from her seat only for me to nod a âyesâ. âJust business call on the movie ratings and some othe
[Skye Canyon, Las Vegas] Nicholas Russell To me, love is hopeless. Itâs like waiting for a thousand dead roses to bloom again with slim chances. Almost the same as the thought that no matter what you do, or how long you invest in it, the rose remains dead. Therefore, love is full of lies, deceit, and cheating. Ever since my divorce, that feeling is a no-go area for me. Otherwise, why will I be in bed with three women I felt nothing for? Women who were desperate, too anxious as I slipped a condom around my tool, to fuck the shit out of them. They were actresses seeking roles in my star movie. Pressing oneâs boobs, I was currently fingering the other who moaned my name. The third actress bounced her rounded bum on my dick, twirling around it while I slammed into her, without mercy ripping her walls apart. The Queen-sized bed rocked erratically as I thumped into the actressâ cunt with her staring at me desperately, with her mascara-stained eyes which were teary. The other two
Emma Starr âExcuse me?â I let out, wriggling my brows and wondering how many women fell for those lines he just used. Right from when this famous movie producer rented the entire lake, I just felt something in me flip. I mean there could be families willing to come here, only for a condescending billionaire to stop them? All shades of wrong. Here was I, thinking of these, with Nicholas Russell resting his biceps on the kioskâs surface and tucking his index finger in a cream. I gave an open-mouthed expression as he licked it, staring at his almond-brown hair which was gelled to the back and packed with a hairstring. There was just something about the way his tongue and thin lips, twirled around his finger cause it was a big turn-on. It made me wonder. Did this devil know what he was doing? âYou heard me correctly.â he smartly retorted. âI suppose I donât have to repeat myself, or else you want me too and I might just be doing that in bed, sweetheart.â âW-What bed? Do you think
Emma Starr A brief knock on my door brought me to reality. âWho is it?â I stood up, walking to my doorstep to see an envelope slid under. Narrowing my eyes, I picked it up. It was sealed with a gold stamp and neatly wrapped making me knit my brows as I opened it. âDear Emma Starr,â It wrote. âWe got your application to work as a governess in the Country Clubâs house of billionaires. I must say, we were impressed by your outstanding experience and decided to hire you as a manager of our staff. Feel free to begin tomorrow! Yours, Management. I stared blankly standing on my spot entirely shocked. Couldnât believe I just got a real salary job. âOh, my goodness... oh my goodness!â I jumped up excitedly, re-reading the letter over and over again. âThank God! Yes!! Yes, yes, yes!â Little did I know. My life complications began. ------------------------------------------------- Five years later. âMy niece is coming back today,â The owner of the country club let out, with pride
4 Nicholas Russell âNicholas! You finally arrived with your team!â My uncle Henry let out, welcoming me. âHello uncle, how have you been?â I asked, giving them a brief hug as he replied. âAll good, son. Letâs go in!â He motioned to my crew, waving his hands toward them. âCome on along, your rooms have already been prepared just like Nicholas asked.â âThank you, Mr. Henry!â The luggage, portmanteau, and devices were all carried inside by the working staff. I removed my black glasses studying the view as soon as I was in my suite. Itâs been years and some developments were done, following the installation of new seats beside the swimming pool outside with a beach umbrella shade. âEmmaâŠâ I muttered with a recall of how beautiful she looked today. Her jet-black hair had a bit of curl, and her white teeth, and the intensity I felt whenever she came around. After that one-night stand, I went back to being the same billionaire. One who chased women and made them spread their legs.
Emma Starr âAre you crazy?â My best friend, Morticia said over the phone. âYouâre looking for adoptive parents for a child that has a father?â âI need someone that wonât make him miss me. His dad is far from that, following the fact that heâs been getting on my nerve ever since his return.â âWish I could help, somehow...â she replied, as I took some cabbage putting it in the shopping cart. I went for the cheaper items because that was what I could afford. âHelp raise him?â I bit my lower lips, desperately asking her. This wasnât the first time I did. âThat will be awesome.â âHell no, I canât even raise myself to talk less of a kid.â Morticia was a redhead. I met her in this neighborhood at a community party which we both volunteered helping services for. Since then, we became close and inseparable. âGod. What do I do now?â I ran my hands through my hair, as I walked to a store to get foodstuff. âDidnât you say his father showed up in town?â âHe did, but heâs hurling money
Emma Starr We got to my house, only to see three paparazzi with their cameras. It seemed like they were already waiting for me. I gulped, glaring at Nicholas. Why did he have to be this famous? âGreat, how do we go in now?â I wriggled my brows. Clenching his fists, he hit his hands on his steering wheel, âI will try to find a way, baby.â Nicholas drove in slowly as we studied the entire place. My neighbors were peeking to see what was happening. As if that wasnât enough, Nicholas had announced me to be his bride-to-be. I wondered if it has reached publication yet... Bringing out my phone, I checked only to see my picture with todayâs outfit. The headline read: [Nicholas Russell announces Emma Starr as his Bride-To-Be. Turns out they had a son all along! What could they be hiding?] âLook here, they already made news from it!â I exclaimed, bringing the phone forth so Nicholas could see it. âHow fast can they be?â I mean they already settled in my neighborhood, so what were the
Nicholas Russell âHello, yeah, speak.â I took a phone call as I drove the car down Nevada town. âSir we just spotted your ex-wife in Nevadaâs airport, from her coordination she seems to be making her way to you.â One of my movie crew members, said to me leaving me wide-eyed, âWhat? Howâs that, are you... sure about what you saw?â I asked with a fierce grip on the steering wheel bringing Emmaâs attention, she stared at me curiously at what was happening. âYes sir, I thought to inform you so there wonât be surprises.â âOkay, thanks for the information,â I said. âOne more thing sir- her luggage it seemed sheâll be staying for a while.â âReally? Thatâs strange. Thanks for the call, Reuben.â âItâs nothing, sir, one more thing though, she seemed-â I hung up so I didnât leave Emma curious any longer. The last thing I needed was her worrying about her state. âEverything okay?â She asked, from her seat only for me to nod a âyesâ. âJust business call on the movie ratings and some othe
17Nicholas RussellEmma buried her head in my chest, making me smirk.She wasnât the kind to be shy thus, making her like this was quite rare. This was cute however, thinking of the fact that she kept something so delicate from me was scary.When the doctor told me those words, it made me feel lost. It reminded me of the familiar feeling that passed my chest when my wife left me... I abhorred every inch of that feeling because there was nothing for me, in it.So painful...Unnerving and heart wrenching...Her yawn brought me from my thoughts. The sun in the bright sky was starting to set. And it looked like it was going to rain anytime soon. Walking with her in the hospital arena wasnât something I planned.I wanted the opposite of this for her. Especially with knowing that she might not be here soon.âGosh, Iâm so tired.â she said, stretching while I arched a brow at her.âSo,â I started, âWill you tell me the reason you kept something big as this from me?ââWhat was I meant
16Emma StarrThere was Mrs. Elton from the supermarket. By her side was Morticia and a few familiar faces, Mr. Henry didnât exclude himself, as he was just right at the front.To my surprise, they brought themselves down here to the hospital making my heart flutter with so much appreciation held in them.âIâm so sorry, Emma. I should have listened to you when you said you couldnât manage the party. Who knew this was what you meant? Oh, this is so hard to take in...âMr. Henry sounded sober, bringing out some hanky to clean his eyes. âWe agreed not to make her feel sad.âSomeone whispered, but I could hear making me smile a bit watching an elderly woman come forward,âWhatever this is, we are fighting it together, Emma, donât you worry child.âI nodded, as she hugged me in comfort. My hands moved to return the hug, feeling extremely foreign. There was a reason I didnât want any of them to know about my condition. I didnât want them to worry so much about me.We were like a family. Any
15Nicholas RussellThe Doctor removed his glasses, standing up and walking towards me to place a hand on my shoulder.ââŠAfter that,â he continued. âA section of her skull will be removed to access her brain underneath and get to the tumor. Typically, it takes 6 hours to complete and there are risks but in Miss Emmaâs case, a skilled neurosurgeon will be performing the surgery due to the complexity and number of years we had to wait for it. It will therefore reduce the possibility of bleeding, infection or any loss of mental functions but we will have to dissuade the use of anesthesia so itâs completely favorable.ââAnesthesia? Isnât that to relieve pains and induce sleep?ââYes... but,âI stared at him in disbelief as he said those words, with an apologetic expression. It meant she will have to go through pain. The thought irked me. I wished I could do something.âImpossible!âI banged my hand on the table angrily, staring at the Doctor. Brain tumor? Smears of tears covered my eyes.
14Nicholas RussellI moved nearer to her with a smirk on my lips.Staring at me like she was astonished on spot, she took a step back but I was quick. My hands snaked around her waist, stabilizing her from falling in tune with the pink flats she was wearing.âY-You want me to kiss me or it?âShe said, referring to the gift only for me to remove the white thread that was sitting on her gorgeous dark hair.âNeither of the above,â I brought the strand to her attention, only for her cheeks to redden.They were pink and had this rosy essence that made me chuckle slightly.âOh... that, thanks for helping with that.ââYep.âI muttered, taking steps away from her.âI have to go- I mean we have to go now,â she said, rushing ahead to the rehearsal roomâs direction. I went after her that minute.âWhat now?âThe character, acting Declan in Romancing a Spinser muttered in an angry tone. âYouâve been away for the past three months, then you finally show up, city girl? Why... why are you here, I wa
13Nicholas RussellI held the script for the next part of Romancing a Spinster in my hands, studying it carefully and re-reading the roles to be played. I desired to know what else Emma was going to act with the lead actor.Not that I hadnât gone through it in the past. I forgot some basic parts but knowing this was a romantic tale, there was this withheld anger in my chest. Yes, I never let anything get in the way of me making money.The business was never mixed with pleasure.But Emma made me want to break that fucking rule.âSir, the lighting and stage preparation has been made for the choreography. The female lead isnât here, yet, however.ââShe isnât?â I wriggled my brows, asking my assistant who nodded his head.âAh, I see,âI folded my hands wondering what she was trying to pull this time. âLet me try reaching her. Inform the team of the situation.ââOkay, sir.âAs he walked away, my brows furrowed at what she was trying to pull this time.Wasnât she aware of today? This woman
12Emma StarrI searched for what to say only for a certain thought to imprint my mind at his words. It was a flashback of what he said in the past:âI donât take a woman twice. I donât fall in love, neither am I looking for a happy-ever-after.âNarrowing my eyes, I thought of how those were entirely separate from each other.âIf you donât take a woman twice, how does not sharing their work? Does that even apply to everyone or just me?âI asked immediately, only for his face to appear flustered like he was caught off guard.âW-What are you insinuating with that question?â he blurted out. To be honest, his expression seemed extremely funny.Who knows, maybe a certain billionaire found a certain woman he met five years ago, fascinating enough to melt his playboyâs heart?I thought.âWho knows?â I shrugged only for him to put his hands in his pockets, commencing to walk forward.âThat is all bogus, Emma, and quite tricky. Youâre not becoming foxy, are you?âI chuckled walking after him t
11Emma StarrStaring at how good-looking he looked while sleeping, a pout formed in my mouth that minute wondering why he had to be so annoying at times. I mean, there were good sides to Nicholas Russell, but it seemed like the bad side overshadowed the good.God, what am I doing?After a day of hot sex with him, Iâm supposed to have a clear head on how we currently were. I mean I was dying but-Right.Iâm dying.I thought, looking around. What was I even doing here? I was supposed to be getting everyone ready for my demise. Iâm supposed to make them feel like they could do without me.âDammit.âI whispered, placing my head on the pillows in total frustration. I had a son. Leaving him to the poor world wasnât fair. âWhat am I going to do? What, should I do? Talk to me, my Creators. Please, talk to me. Please, please, please.âA yawn brought me out of my daze, making me look back to the sofa to see Nicholas stirring in his sleep. He unconsciously swooped a part of his almond-brown hai
10Emma StarrWas it my pre-period hormones?Or it had something to do with the way he taunted me?These thoughts occupied my head because right now, my body couldnât even control itself. It was like anything related to Nicholas Russell turned it on. I was a grown woman at 28, yes, but this⊠was becoming so much for me to handle.I think he noticed how aroused I was because he dominantly made his way toward my legs. Sweeping a dark gaze over my lips, he claimed them with me opening up for him.He toyed his tongue with mine, circling them with mine, making me respond to this power he seemed to have over me. God help me, was I becoming a sucker for his kisses? Or holdsâŠControl yourself, Emma.Please do.I tried to tell myself but my body was currently doing the opposite of that, as my hands wrapped around his back clasping around them and clinging to him like he was my dear life.âMommy?âWe disbanded from each other immediately in a quick rush, watching as Jonathan came out from the