Carmen tried to open her eyes, but it was dark. Something was blocking her view. When she tried to move her arms and legs, they were immobile. ‘Mommy? Daddy?’ she called out.
‘Hey, she’s awake. Go see what she wants,’ she heard someone say.
‘So you’re smart, right? If you behave while we wait for your parents to give us the money, we will give you back to them,’ a male voice said. ‘Don’t bother running away, or I will hurt you.’
When they removed the covering for her eyes, all she could see was the man’s face covered in a black mask, showing only his eyes and his mouth. What she couldn’t forget was that he had these big, scary, dark brown eyes that glared at her.
Carmen started shaking as tears fell down her face. She felt scared, but she knew she had to get aw
‘Well, we were thinking about how to go about that. Instead of a mandatory drug test, which might open a can of worms, something you might not be prepared to deal with. I was thinking of getting DNA from Celine,’ Jere suggests. ‘Maybe one of us can visit her and get some samples. You can do a paternity test on siblings, right?’ ‘Well, I think it’s time I think I went on a date, don’t you think? She might be older than me, but maybe I can charm her and get a few strands of her hair,‘ he said, staring at Max, trying to bait him. Jere had been tracking Max for the past two months, only because he’s been disappearing more than usual, and he found from their bank records Max had been flying to San Diego every Friday night for the past nine weeks. He had a hunch that he was visiting Celine, but he was not sure. He wanted his brother to tell them himself.
Clara’s door had been left wide open the night before. Outside, she and Baz could hear that Jere had turned on the TV to cartoons while Max was busily banging pots and pans, pretending to make breakfast. She didn’t want to come out and leave the comfort of Sebastian’s arms. Tomorrow, he won’t be there, so she’d be waking up alone, and she did not want to think about it. Was Clara getting used to being with him? He was still asleep, and she took this opportunity to stare at him. Clara touched his lower lip with her thumb, then followed it with her lips. She planned to wake him up so they could kiss again. And she knew it worked when his arm snaked around her body and pulled her towards him. ‘Hmm… good morning, my love,’ he says, kissing her neck. ‘Can we just snuggle some more and wake up later?’ ‘Hey, lovebirds!
‘Okay, fine, I’m scared. What if I’m not what you expect? What if I don’t know what I’m doing?’ Clara said cryptically. ‘How am I going to tell him I’m bad at relationships, maybe even sex? Wasn’t that the reason all my exes left me? I couldn’t satisfy their needs. What if I forgot how to do it? I can’t learn that on the internet, right, or maybe I could?’ Clara thought as her mind raced, finding reasons to push him away. ‘What do you mean? In terms of relationships? You think I know what I’m doing?’ Sebastian asks, amused that she was worried about such trivial things. He just wanted to wrap her in his arms and hide her forever. ‘Don’t you think I’m scared, too? What if I let you down? What if I’m not handsome enough for you,’ he jokes, trying to keep things light, ‘What if I can’t see you all the time? Will you grow t
Clara asks for a meeting Monday morning with all the technicians available on hand, Max and Jeremy with their assistants, together with Eli, her PA, filling up the meeting room. She talked about how the final installation for Navio International has been moved to an earlier date. ‘A month from today’s date when we can have all the equipment ready and all the staff available. We will need six technicians to change all the cameras and prepare the wiring for the new system unless you guys think we need more. We will finish work on the remaining eight floors and the rooftop patio. There will be different offices and different departments per floor. Anybody who comes gets overtime pay for Sunday. It’s when I expect you guys to drive to the site. Leave the truck at t
As Heather took her seat in front of Jeremy’s office, she contemplated her relationship with Clara. That remark about being there for her graduation really meant a lot to her. Sure, they’ve known each other for ten years now, ever since Heather was in high school, but aside from the night she crashed at their place, they’ve never talked about anything else. It baffled her why Clara even liked her. ‘I’m just another employee. Why should she care about me?’ she wondered. Maybe it had something to do with Jeremy because Clara knew Heather was in love with him. Now that her graduation was in sight, she was officially his secretary. The trip to San Diego for the installation got her excited. It was her chance to get closer to Jeremy. Not that working for him didn’t give her a lot of opportunities, but with her boss sit
It was Friday morning when Sebastian got the call. One of the shipping vessels was on fire. An accident, they said, but the explosion made him suspect foul play, so he had to investigate what had happened. ‘They built those crates to withstand fire,’ he thought to himself. ‘What was in them that set that explosion anyway?’ he questioned while watching the security tapes they got from the ship and on the dock. All week long, he had been looking forward to this day coming. He was flying over to see Clara later tonight, but now that will never happen. They would have to postpone their date for next week or the week after, maybe even until this disaster blows over. The investigation will take all day and night, and h
The next time Clara heard from Sebastian was when he was on the news addressing the media and everyone else who got hurt. They were still pulling out survivors by the time her plane took off. She texted him, asking him where he was because she wanted to be sure that he would be at the office when her plane landed. She didn’t really know where his house was, so that would have been a disaster if she had to ask him for directions. But she took Lexi’s cell just in case she needed to ask for it later. On the plane, Clara did not notice that Max was on the same flight, sitting a few seats behind her, wearing a baseball cap he had bought at the airport when he spotted her. He boarded the plane ahead of her and was now crouched down in his seat so she wouldn’t see him. She had the habit of looking at people when she was flying. It was her way of knowing the pe
‘Do you want to order food so we can just have it here?’ Clara asks after they stop kissing. Her tummy has been grumbling since he went running after his dad. ‘I forgot to eat lunch because I was so nervous trying to get here.’ ‘Of course, let’s go to Lexi’s desk. He has all the menus. Tell me, why did you feel that way? Were you nervous about seeing my handsome face?’ he said teasingly. She laughed and swatted his arm. ‘I don’t know. What if you didn’t want me here?’ she says, then curses. When he asks her why, Clara tells him that she forgot to book a place for the night. ‘You can always stay with me, you know that right?’ he says, and her heart drops. ‘Does it mean that he wants us to sleep together? Is tonight the night?’ she turned pale and tried to avert her gaze.
-=- Downstairs, the hotel staff had cleared the entire outdoor area to accommodate the most important event happening today. They place an arch covered in vines and calla lilies on the outer edge, overlooking the beach and the sea. Sebastian tried to do everything not to let the cat out of the bag. This event was going to be a surprise. And even though deep in his heart he knew her answer, that she wanted to marry him, he still couldn’t help but feel apprehensive about her reaction. Clara was not a simple person. She was very complex in her reactions and outbursts. He prayed to all the gods in heaven to help them today. There was no denying that as soon as Clara steps in front of the doors that led to the patio, she would know what he had planned for her because waiting at the door was her father, Nathan Jacobs.
Max, Jeremy, and apparently her sister, Celine, were inside waiting for them, waving their hands and screaming simultaneously. Sebastian walked them back into the hallway to keep her state of undress from prying eyes. The couple laughed at their predicament as she unwrapped her legs around him. Clara gave him one last lingering kiss, and when they were ready, headed back into the room. ‘Why are you guys inside our suite? Who let you in?’ ‘We got in last night, and you said you wanted to rehearse and set up the equipment before the presentation, so here we are,’ Max said with jazz hands waving in the air. She just rolled her eyes. ‘You guys are too early. I still need a nap. Can you leave?’ she plopped down on the sofa and snuggled with a pillow. The
I was sitting in my living room writing up Max’s story when this alternate ending came to me and got me excited. The following chapters were going to be part of his book, but I decided you need to be rewarded for reading all the way to the end of Clara’s story. I hope you enjoy this alternate ending. -=- ‘Clara! The plane is leaving in two hours, and there is a major accident in the 405. If we do not make it in time, you will not make your appointment.’ Sebastian yells as he walks to their bedroom. Their meeting at 2 pm is irrevocable, and nothing should impede them from keeping it. This will be the most important appointment of their lives. Clara rolls her eyes. ‘We have two hours, relax. Even in this traffic, we have enough time to make it. Your driver knows all the shortcuts. Plus, Jeremy and
Ariana was found tied up and gagged in one of the hotel’s janitor closets, one that was not normally checked until the morning. Because she was resilient and determined to alert anybody to Clara’s disappearance, she made enough ruckus for one of the hotel guests to notice and call for help. Clara felt relieved to have found her the next day. Thankfully, she had been released from the hospital with a few scratches and bandages on her head and arm. The bad guys banged her head enough to give her a concussion, so she had to be kept overnight for observation. She twisted her arm from trying to get out of the restraints, and when she continued to throw her body against the door to attract someone’s attention. Ariana was very resilient, and Clara liked that she fought until the end. Now that the threat to Celine and Clara’s life had been eliminated, with the bad gu
-=- This chapter is R18. If you are not over 18, please skip this chapter and proceed to Chapter 124. -=- Clara laughs. Sebastian knew this was a serious situation, but after being rejected earlier, he trod lightly and opted for the easygoing route. ‘I love you, Baz. Thank you for being patient with me.’ Clara looked at him lovingly and caressed his face, kissing his lips lightly as she closed her eyes. The fire was back in her eyes. He hated being the one that took it away from her by making her worry and question everything they were to each other. But now, he would make sure that he would do everything in his power, never to extinguish that again. He would do everything to make her happy.
Boss runs away as Nathan and Clara bend down to tend to Nicholas. But the cops had already surrounded the house by then, and they apprehended him as he tried to run away, just like the other goon that tried to escape earlier. Sebastian, on the other hand, fought off Spike, disarming the gun from him when Boss fired the shot. Spike had no fighting chance, and he knew as soon as Sebastian got his weapon, he was going to jail. With the criminals arrested and Clara’s uncle carted away to the hospital, they were all finally able to settle down and take a seat. Everybody was pretty shaken up, and the women sniffled from time to time as they recounted what happened. They huddled with each other, Emilia Jacobs holding onto her daughters to seek comfort and assurance that the nightmare was over. Sebastian took
The house was eerily quiet when they got home. ‘Mom! Dad! I’m home!’ Clara called out as she came in through the door. That should have been an indication that something was wrong because they had left the front door unlocked. When none of the regular security was present around the property, she just assumed they blended in with the background. But her excitement at getting away from her abductors got the better of her. She did not apply the regular protocols for security. Her mom, dad, and sister sat on the sofa in a neat line, with their hands behind her back, their mouths covered with tape. The gun she felt pointed at the side of her head made everything click into place. The kidnappers had a backup plan, and they were waiting at her parent’s home. They took the whole family hostage as a las
Spike proceeded to tape Clara’s mouth but didn’t expect her to be awake. She bit down hard on his hand, inflicting so much pain that he slapped her across the face, dislodging her blindfold enough so she could see through the bottom. Clara kicks Spike between his thighs, rendering him immobile for a few minutes. Enough time for Clara to bring the hands tied behind her back under her knees. She had to bring them in front of her, making it easier to get out of the zip ties that bound them together. Clara falls flat on her face even before she can get anywhere. Spike had come out of the sensation of having his balls kicked enough to slide his feet and trip her. He holds a knife to her neck, pinning her to the floor. She had no choice but to surrender. She fights him again when he pulls Clara up to tie her agai
Nicholas Jacobs had been watching Clara and Celine as closely as everyone else ever since the kidnappers came back and threatened to take them again. When he saw Clara sneak out into the restroom with nobody following her, he decided to take it upon himself to do it. Clara did not trust him after what he did, but he did not care. It was better to be safe than sorry. Clara could yell at him if that's what she wanted. He deserves it, after all. He pretended to make a phone call, hiding near the men’s restroom doors. When he saw two uniformed hotel staff come out of the women’s restroom with a hotel trolley, the kind used to carry all the sheets and linens from rooms that have been emptied and he grew suspicious. These men didn’t look like the regular hotel staff. They looked more buff and were suspiciously gruff-looking, covered with all those tattoos. So when they left, he checked inside the restroom, and