LESLIE’S POV“You!”I swear I don’t think, I just lunge forward, rage driving me. I don’t get close enough to claw that stupid smile off his face because a big burly man steps in my way. I bounce off his rock-hard chest and it causes me to stagger backward, narrowly escaping a hard fall to the groun
LESLIE'S POV“Travisssss,” I call drunkenly, freeing myself from his hold so I can grab his cheeks, “It’s you.” “Christ, Leslie. Just how much did you drink?” He mutters with a silent curse. I let go of his cheeks so I can count my fingers, “Five….no, six. Oh, it’s seven. Or was it eight?” I shrug
TRAVIS’ POVIt’s a dream come true–to be kissed by the woman I have loved, unrequited, for seven years. I’m no saint; I’ve always wondered what it would feel like to have those full pink lips on mine. I’ve always wondered what she would taste like and how smoothly her tongue would roll on mine. I h
KIAN’S POV“Water…” That one word from a strained voice is the first sign of life Leslie has shown since I walked in here fifteen hours ago and it instantly jerks me out of my worried-stricken state. I grab the bottle of water that I kept on the bedside table for this expected moment, uncap it and
KIAN’S POV “Did you just say Mike?” I ask her, still paused by the door. It might not even be who I think it is but the sound of that name sends a rush of memories forward. I had gone through high school and college without friends. Everyone just wanted to be close because of the benefits they co
TRAVIS’ POV She is a horrible sight; one that’s bound to give a weak-minded person nightmares for weeks. Even as she is no longer that ‘animal’ I almost ran into on a dark road, but now a well treated human lying unconious on a hospital bed, that image of her from that night is still one that will
LESLIE’S POV It was a struggle to wait till the weekend to see Tammy as planned. I had to suck it up and go to work for the rest of the week. The second design team which is now my team practically does nothing but wait on the inputs from the first team that Daphne now leads. Everywhere I go, ther
KIAN’S POV I don’t think I need to rant anymore about how grueling my week has been. Because it’s the same routine with only a few changes here and there; buried myself in work, haven’t heard from or seen Leslie since that fateful day at the hotel, my mother won’t stop talking my ear off about ever
AUTHOR’S NOTE. Phew!😮💨🥹 Where to begin, where to begin. It has been one hell of a journey with this book. Started a little over six months ago and it still shocks me that I actually came this far with it. Of all the books I have written, this is the only one whose ending didn’t feel underwh
EPILOGUE NO.2LESLIE’S POV(Six years later)Avery is missing. Again.And so is my credit card for which I just got a notification of a debited payment; Fifty dollars to be exact. Little rascal must have snatched it from my purse while I wasn’t looking. The nanny that called me about her disappeara
EPILOGUE NO.1LESLIE’S POV(A few months later)“YOU SLEPT WITH WHO?!!!” I’m as big as a whale but I still manage to shoot up to my feet with a speed that can only be likened to that of lightning. My drawing board clatters to the ground in the process. I'm heavily pregnant but I still design to whi
“Of course, it’s just a joke.” I say, and even laugh a little to lighten up the mood and salvage the situation.“A joke?”I swear, she pales even further. She looks…hurt? Ughh, fuck this, I’m done. I sit up straighter, damning my fears to hell. “That wasn’t a joke. Far from it. I don’t want it to b
KIAN’S POVI’m nervous as hell.It’s fifteen minutes past the agreed time for the crew to come around for my ‘grand’ proposal but the delay is not in any way their fault. It’s mine. Each time their heads pop out the door of the small room behind Leslie to ask if it’s time, I subtly shake my head. I
KIAN’S POV “How long are you going to hold on to that?” Cole’s voice startles me. The ring box I was playing with in my hands almost slips out of my hold but I catch it before it can fall to the ground. I glare in Cole’s way as I tuck the box safely back into the last drawer beside my office desk.
LESLIE’S POV (Another week later) I’m starting to think the news weatherman is a fraud. Three years ago and now, his forecast about a perfect sunny day is entirely wrong. The sky harbours thick clouds that hide the sun no matter how desperate she wants to take a peek. It’s no different from tha
LESLIE’S POV (One week later) > ***************************************************** Read and delete. It’s the third time this week and I’m starting to get sick of seeing the words “corpse”, “body” and “Funeral”. I’ve been subconsciously blaming the innocent little thing growing ins
LESLIE’S POV I join Kian’s mother outside the room, closing the door behind me. She is still stewing in anger, face red with rage that’s waiting to be unleashed. Usually, I would do anything to pacify her so I wouldn't be at the receiving end of that unbridled rage. Now? Irritation is all I feel at