(Jessamine’s POV)“My brother will flip if he finds out about this,” Xavier said.He chuckled, his eyes on the steak he cut on his plate. He paused for a second, taking a bite of the meat, but I was bothered by the sigh that escaped his mouth. It only meant he was thinking of something. Sasha and Aaron looked at each other.“Oh, that’s the thing,” Aaron said, taking his paper cup, sipping his wine.We all looked at him, waiting for what he would say, but I was not sure if he was thinking or enjoying the wine in his mouth. He smiled apologetically at Xavier.“No one should know about this, Xavier. I mean, us…here.” He muttered, looking at his wife worriedly. “You see, we’re in the middle of an important project, and our CEO doesn’t know about our visit here. No one from the company knew we’re here.”“Of course,” Xavier grinned, nodding at him. Raising one hand, he continued, “I understand. So, you came here because…” His eyes wandered around, assuming it was the place.“We’re here bec
(Aiden’s POV)My online meeting ended two hours ago, but Sasha had to update me on my appointments for the week while Aaron had to report on the recent activities in the company and asked me to look into a business model, hoping I would consider another line of service.It was already past one in the morning, and I had been standing in front of the main door for five minutes, thinking whether to wait outside, knock, or call Jessamine. I brushed off the last choice, remembering I did not return her cell phone.Sighing, I turned around, choosing the first option, but I paused, hearing the door opening. Xavier opened the door wide, and behind her was Deborah, with her arms crossed over her chest.“Who told you to come home at this hour, young man?” Deborah asked jokingly.“Why are you still awake?” I asked, worried that something happened to Jessamine.Knitting his eyebrows at me, Xavier asked, “Where are you going?”I scoffed. “I think we’re not getting answers here,” I said with a shru
(Aiden’s POV)When Jessamine started blabbering, I found an amusing and pleasing way to stop her. I slid my hand on her hair, pulling her to me, then pressed my lips to hers. I intended it to be a quick kiss to stop her from talking, but her soft lips were sweet and delectable, urging me to taste more. I had to have more. I slipped my tongue out, meeting hers, melting together as I deepened the kiss.I had been contemplating, considering how our relationship should be, when Deborah and Xavier arrived earlier at Adilene’s. It was unfair for Jessamine to give herself entirely to me when I could not be honest with her, but how could I stop myself when she was uncontrollable?Like a starving man, I was not satisfied with the kiss. I wanted more. Remembering her naked earlier, irresistible and hot, the thought of controlling myself died along with the reminder that she was my best friend and off-limits. When she curled her fingers in my hair and moaned in my mouth, I lost myself, exploring
(Aiden’s POV)Jessamine must have thought I needed more sleep, letting me doze in her bed longer than the number of hours I allotted for sleep. I groaned when I peered at the curtain covering the window, realizing the sun was up. Why didn’t Sasha call to wake me up? I had to meet Morris this morning and call Paige and Simone after lunch. In a hurry, I dashed toward the bathroom and quickly showered, forgetting to bring a set of clothes. Sighing, I wrapped the towel around my hips and stepped out of the bathroom.A piece of yellow Post-it stuck on top of my pile of shirts caught my eye.‘Guess what’s the color of my underwear today? If you guess it right, I’ll sleep naked tonight – J.’I rolled my eyes and crumpled the sticky note but tossed it in my drawer. I didn’t want Deborah or Xavier to see her naughty message this morning.“What will I do with you, Jess?” I growled, walking toward the door.I almost stepped back when I exited Jessamine’s bedroom when I saw Benedict sitting on th
(Aiden’s POV)“What are you doing?” Sasha asked.Sasha looked displeased, placing her hands on her hips and squinting her eyes at me. One thing about her, she was only like this whenever I was too focused at work, neglecting whatever was considered essential for my health. “Reading an email?” I answered straightforwardly because it was what I was doing.“Funny.” She sneered. “You know it’s not what I mean to say.”“Then what?” I asked, raising my head to look at her.Sasha rolled her eyes at me, then walked toward the fridge, getting a soda can. When she returned in my direction, she glanced at Jessamine in one of the sleeping quarters and wandered her eyes around the tent.While the house was under renovation, the construction company set up a tunnel tent near the lake. It excited Jessamine, following Morris around, not minding she was limping, and asking him many questions. She was exhilarated, telling him she had never been in such a big tent with four sleeping compartments, but s
(Aiden’s POV)When Aaron stopped the car in front of the apartment, Sasha immediately got off to open the door for me. I had been trying to wake her up, but since I couldn’t, my last resort would be carrying her.“She looked exhausted,” Sasha said as she took her backpack. “And this is all your fault.”I sighed, scooping her carefully and carrying her in my arms. Before I could step on the porch, Deborah had opened the main door, gaping at us.“Oh, my God, what happened to her?” Deborah panicked, opening the door wide for me.“She’s just sleeping. I can’t wake her up,” I muttered, glancing at Sasha, giving her the cue to give Jessamine’s things to her housemate.Deborah placed her palm on her chest, breathing in relief. “I thought something happened to her again,” she chuckled, taking the backpack from Sasha.“Again?” Sasha raised her eyebrows.“Yesterday, she hurt her foot,” she reminded her.“Ah!” She chuckled softly, nodding as she understood what Deborah meant. “Aiden, we’re leavi
(Aiden’s POV)“Oh, God! What happened?”My heart hammered, hurting my ribcage, when I saw Jessamine sitting on the floor, clutching the shower curtain and trying to reach the metal rod. Charlie beat me into rescuing Jessamine. The puppy ran toward her, biting the polyester fabric, but he could not get it because she was gripping the curtain hard. The dog barked again but exited the bathroom instead of trying to pull it away from her again.“Jess! Are you okay?” I asked, rushing toward her.Crouching on my knees, I made a quick check on her. Jessamine looked fine, but her body was shaking and gripping the fabric hard as if her life depended on it. I had to move each of her fingers to release her hold of the curtain, taking me a few seconds to take it from her.“Are you hurt? Tell me, Jess,” I asked worriedly, picking up the metal rod and placing it on the side. “Answer me… or at least, talk. You’re scaring me.”Jessamine chuckled weakly, nodding at me. “Is my shower curtain okay?”I
(Jessamine’s POV)The excitement, fear, and happiness that jumbled together inside me skyrocketed my heart to my throat and catapulted my brain off my body. Who cares? I didn’t want to think. At this moment, my body had its own mind, only wanting Aiden to touch me… kiss me, be inside my core, and mark my territory as his.My heart pounded violently when I realized we had finally decided to cross the line. As Aiden crushed his lips on mine, kissing me ferociously and kneading my mounds aggressively, I knew this night would be long but glorious.I was as hungry as he was, not caring if our tongues were melting into each other. All I could think of was how delicious and delightful his kiss was that I could not help moaning in his mouth.“Aiden…” I panted, catching my breath when he broke our kiss.“Yeah?”I felt his lips curved into a smile when he planted a kiss on my neck. This man knew how to tease me, nibbling playfully on my skin as his hands played. I gasped, my fingernails digging
(Aiden’s POV) Two years later… “Go!” Deborah chuckled and gestured her hand, telling me it was okay to leave. “We’ll bring Kyle to the hospital later,” she promised. I nodded, picking up the bag Jessamine and I prepared last night. I walked toward the couch, kissed my son, sleeping soundly on the seat, and patted Charlie’s head. He wagged his tail but didn’t bother to follow me. Kyle and Xyla had become his new best friends. Wherever they were, he would be there. Xavier brought Deborah and their daughter, Xyla, last night when Jessamine told them she was in labor. I didn’t know if it was because Jessamine was carrying our second child that everyone seemed relaxed. Only I was panicking, unsure what to bring or how to take my wife to the hospital. “We have a driver, Aiden. Why are you panicking?” Jessamine asked calmly last night as she climbed the bed. Benedict and Xavier raised the same question. Perhaps it was not the reason why my heartbeat was pounding fast. I would love to h
(Aiden’s POV) “I don’t know, Aiden,” Jessamine murmured sadly. “You love lying to me.”I shook my head and lifted my hand, gently wiping the tears on her cheeks. “I was honest when I told you I broke up with every girlfriend I had in the past, including my engagement to Naomi. Our dads set our marriage up, not me.”If I had to choose freely whom I wanted to be with for the rest of my life, Naomi would never be on my list. She was part of my rebellion, which I regretted when she got pregnant.“Eliza,” The tears streamed down my face as I struggled to speak through the lump in my throat.My heart ached for the little one when I heard her call Jessamine ‘momma’. Eliza didn’t deserve a mother like Naomi. I opened my mouth to explain but closed it again. “You named her after your grandma’s name,” she said.I shook my head. “She named her after my grandma’s name. Not me,” I corrected.If only Jessamine knew how we fought that day but gave in because Naomi was still weak in the hospital.“
(Jessamine’s POV) “Ha! Ha!” I raised my eyebrows and glared at Aiden. “You know what? It’s too late for that. Whatever you want to say, I don’t care.”I could walk away, but I didn’t move.“Jess, please,” Aiden begged.“Fine! Go ahead with your confession. Let’s get this over with. I just want to go home.”Yet, it would be my biggest lie. For almost a month of staying here in Adilene’s, I knew I was home. Leaving here would scar my heart. Forgetting Aiden would be hell. However, he is getting married, and I don’t want to be the best friend in his love story who hinders his happiness. My sarcasm didn't appear to bother Aiden. He inhaled deeply and fixed his gaze on me. It was for a while, then he turned around, pointing at the lake.“On the other side of the lake is St. Rose Property. I bought it and opened a new business there, a law firm, and I invited Xavier to head the company,” he said, ignoring what I said. He turned to me, blinking once while waiting for my answer.I opened my
(Jessamine’s POV) Awkward? Yes. Angry? No. Maybe.I stood on the porch, staring at Aiden as he kissed our son. He took him from my arms, and my trusting son didn’t even cry. My baby continued to babble ‘Ba-ba’ba’, and guess what? Everyone found it adorable. “Yes, he’s Dada!” Mom muttered excitedly, not considering the feeling of her hurt daughter.I was invincible to Sasha and Aaron. I wanted to scream that it wasn’t their house, but they greeted Deborah and my mom, said something nice to Kyle, and eagerly went inside when my friend invited them for a coffee. They should have at least waited for me, and then I pouted, remembering it wasn’t mine either.Aiden turned to my mother. “Is it okay if I talk to Jessamine alone?”“Of course,” she muttered. “You have all day,” she chuckled with her joke.I opened my mouth, wanting to protest, but I closed it again because it was also the same thing I wanted. Deborah was right. Every time he returned, something happened. He would sweep me of
(Jessamine’s POV) I inhaled to smell the sweet scent of fresh air in Adilene’s from the porch, but instead, I caught the whiff of the aroma of the coffee bean Mom was grinding from her hand-cranked grinder. I glanced at the crib, checking on Kyle. A while ago, he played with his toes, putting them in his mouth. Perhaps he thought of them as built-in toys. This time, he rolled over, reaching the tail of the giraffe stuffed toy.Kyle just turned four months, but he could do many things—normal baby stuff. He could bear weight on his legs when sitting upright, rolling over, grabbing toys or Charlie’s fur, and babbling a combo of vowel and consonant letters. When I asked him something, and he didn’t cry, it was up to me to decide what it meant. Deborah and my mom thought differently. My friend bet that when Kyle reached the age of six months, he could count numbers and recite the alphabet. Mom proudly told her he was probably like me, a history of my life she now loved to retell.‘Jess
(Jessamine’s POV) I caught Aiden wincing when I hissed, cringing as Colleen pressed her finger on my scalp. My sister must be waiting for us to be alone. I knew that my crying didn’t help, but she would understand why I wailed like a baby on the staircase. I would explain everything to her later.Colleen sighed and turned to Aiden.“Don’t worry, Aiden. She’ll live. Long enough that the two of you will probably see your ten to fifteen great-grandchildren, in case you get back together,” she muttered jokingly instead of giving him her prognosis of my condition.“When did you become a fortune teller?” I arched my head to see her face.Colleen shrugged and grinned. “It’s one of my many talents, you know,” she said, turning around and walking toward the crib. “Want to see the garden, Kyle? Let’s give mommy and daddy some privacy. What do you think?” she asked gently, scooping my son from the crib.As if it was Aiden’s cue, he held the door open and closed it gently as soon as my sister an
(Aiden’s POV) My heart was still racing, and my breaths came in ragged gasps after sprinting all the way from the driveway to reach Jessamine. My body was still buzzing with adrenaline, but when I saw her crying, I was like sucked into a vortex, returning me to the first time I saw my best friend.I was nine years old again for a split second, seeing a cute little girl in a braided pigtail, curled up in the swing, holding the same math book I had in her arms. At first, I thought she was hurt, but when I approached her, she was perfectly okay and told me, between hiccupping and crying, that she didn’t know how to answer her homework.Of course, she couldn’t. I doubted if she could even read the sentences in the book. She must be five or six years old. She should be in the preschool building, enjoying learning the alphabet or numbers instead of worrying about the word problems in the book.What was a little girl doing in front of the classroom of the third-grade class? She must have mi
(Jessamine’s POV) I reached for the doorknob, but before I could grasp the exquisitely crafted knob, I clenched my hand and immediately concealed it behind me as if opening the door was a sin. I was reluctant to leave the bedroom for a few reasons, but Anne informed me that Susan was waiting for me in the family room and wanted to speak with me.If only there were another way to the staircase without passing Naomi’s bedroom.“She went out to see her doctor,” Anne muttered.“Huh?” I turned around, lifting a brow, pretending not to understand what she said.Anne’s lips curved into a shy smile. “If you were worried about seeing Ms. Naomi outside, she left to see her doctor,” she said, repeating the message, perhaps thinking I didn’t hear her the first time.“Ah,” I chuckled and sighed in relief. “Thank you for telling me, Anne. I don’t want to have part two of our encounter in the garden,” I joked. Partly.She laughed briefly. “Don’t worry about Kyle. I’ll ask someone to get you if he c
(Jessamine’s POV) “Ouch!” I winced when Aiden pressed his finger on my scalp.It was a light touch, but the tingling on my scalp worried me that I would go home bald or I might be wearing a wig on my wedding day. Maybe my hair would have grown an inch or two at that time. Still, I would feel bad. I imagined having my hair loosely braided vertically and horizontally on that big day, but after what happened, I should think of another hairstyle.Aiden clucked his tongue, sighed, and sat on the edge of the bed, turning the chair I was sitting on to face him. I was still mad at him, but sometimes I tend to forget whenever I get stunned by his gorgeous face. I hissed, cursing inwardly and lowering my head to avoid his gaze.“Does it hurt?” He asked worriedly, lifting my chin to meet his eyes. “Tell me, Jess.” When I didn’t answer, he continued, “I’m bringing you to the hospital now.”I squinted, shaking my head. “I’m okay. This is nothing serious. Why don’t you check on Naomi?”He scoffed,