Delilah I fidgeted next to Sebastian. We woke up early and sat outside on the terrace to watch the sunrise and eat breakfast together. I was surprised when he suggested it right before we fell asleep. "I didn't realize you were such a romantic," I had said and smirked. Sebastian raised his eyebrows. "You're kidding, right?" "No I am serious. Sure, the Sebastian I met the first time was kind of sweet and romantic, but then I got to meet the jealous, possessive and controlling Sebastian. Also, the sex maniac Sebastian. None of those qualities scream romance to me," I said. Sebastian scowled. "I apologize for my behavior in the past. I promise not to act like that again. I swear on my unborn child." "I believe you." I smiled reassuringly. Sebastian put his hand on my belly. I have started to show as I am now 14 weeks pregnant. "My ultrasonogram is this Tuesday, don't forget," I reminded him. "I wouldn't dare forget." I felt pressure in my heart as he rubbed my belly and smiled
Simon I stopped bothering Olivia for a while. It's not that I didn't enjoy it anymore or took pity on her or anything. It was more like a mental vacation. Besides, she doesn't remember me anyway, and I'm starting to get tired of chasing her. I stopped contacting her or showing up at her usual hangout places for a week, so I could keep my head clear for work. I have some important business to attend to that requires my full attention. I got all his photography gear ready and prepared myself for the day. It was an easy task. At least easy for me. I walked around the area, pointing my camera and taking photo after photo. I finally got to settle down in one spot after a few hours. Good, I was starting to get tired of this endless walking. Finally, I found a grassy area and decided to lie down on my stomach. Then I pointed the camera at an old building. I looked through the lens and smiled as I found what I was looking for. "What are you doing?" Shit... Even when I try to get away
Olivia After I stormed away from Simon as fast as possible, I rushed inside a clothing store. Who does he think he is? He had been stalking me, annoying me for weeks, so it was safe to assume he was doing the same thing today. How was I supposed to know that he was actually trying to work? What kind of work was he doing anyway? I rage-bought a bunch of clothes, then barged inside my favorite coffee shop and ordered a large caramel latte to calm myself down, but it didn't work. I still felt like crying. I shouldn't let that jerk's words affect me, I thought. But then why are my eyes keep tearing up? After a while, I figured out why I was so upset over it. This was the first time Simon was mean to me. He was always teasing, flirting, and making stupid jokes no matter how many times I insulted him, so I wasn't used to him yelling at me. And to make matters worse, he didn't even come after me to apologize! Whatever, I don't care. I don't care about him! I lost Sebastian to another
Sebastian "We are having a baby," I announced and put my arm around Delilah's shoulder. Her dad nearly spat out his drink and then grinned. "Oh, amazing, congratulations!" he chirped. He came closer and hugged us both. Delilah blushed. "Thanks, dad. We are very excited." I smiled too. Seeing how happy the news made her father made me feel good. I felt Delilah's hand on mine. I looked at her glowing face, and my heart twitched. I was about to have a child with this beautiful woman. After dinner, I look at Delilah. "Ready to go home, my love?" I asked and ran my fingers through her hair. Delilah nodded. Her eyes are sleepy. She must be exhausted, I thought. "I'm sorry we can't stay long, sir," I tell her father on our way out. "Oh, no worries. I'm sure Delilah needs her rest." "What about your uncle? Shouldn't we tell him too?" Delilah asked me once we arrived home. My face turned dark. My uncle didn't approve of this marriage from the beginning, so I don't anticipate him be
Simon The confusion in Olivia's eyes makes me laugh. So she really doesn't remember meeting me when we were kids, huh? Maybe it's almost time to remind her of everything. "I barely know you, Simon," Olivia snaps at me. "Right, let's get you something to drink, grumpy," I coo and turn to face the bartender. "I AM NOT GRUMPY!" she cried. Sylvia finally speaks. "Why are you guys bickering like old married couples? Are you sure you aren't dating?" "Hell no!" Olivia snarled. "Good, because I invited someone else for you," Sylvia said. I look at her and narrow my eyes. "Someone else for who?" "For Olivia, obviously. To help her mend her broken heart caused by Sebastian. Sorry I didn't warn you about this, Olivia, but it's okay if Tony joins us, right?" Tony...he sounds like a douchebag already. "That's okay. He will keep me away from this asshole," Olivia said, pointing at me. "Hey Tony! Come over here!" Sylvia called into the room, and a man about our age lazily walked toward u
Olivia "Okay." The word escapes from my lips with ease. As soon as I gazed into those twinkling eyes, I knew I couldn't refuse him. I looked at his muscular form and blushed. He leaned down and started to kiss me all over my body. Starting from my forehead, then my lips, my jaw, and my neck. I felt heat building up at the pit of my stomach as he took my breast in his mouth and suckled on my nipples. I expected him to ravage my body already, but he was taking his sweet time, savoring every inch of me. Ugh! This is starting to be too much. His soft, featherlike kisses were making my skin tingle. I ached between my legs. I wanted him to do something about it, anything to make this ache go away. "Touch me, Simon," I crooned and touched his cheek. "I am touching you," Simon smirked. "You know what I mean!" I complained. Simon feigned confusion. "Actually, I have no idea what you mean. Care to elaborate?" "Simon!" Simon laughed, making my heart race again. "I guess I'll stop teas
Olivia I tried to leave quietly by slipping out from under the cover in the morning, but Simon sensed it right away. Nothing goes past him without him noticing. He grabbed my arms from the back and pulled me back into the bed. "Simon, let go!" I screamed and writhed under him. "Where do you think you're going? Who said I was done with you?" Simon leaned down and lightly bit my breast. "I have to go," I squirmed against him. "No, stay. I know you have nothing else to do. Stay in bed with me. I'll make you breakfast," Simon crooned and nuzzled my neck. "This was a mistake," I pushed him off and rolled off the bed. "What are you talking about, Olivia? This was no mistake. We shared a tender moment together. We had sex because you wanted to. Sure, you don't have to love me now, but I thought things would change between us now and you'd give me a chance to be with you," he said. I could tell I hurt his feelings, it was apparent in his voice. "I...well...I'm sorry I led you on. I j
Sebastian I squinted at the invitation. I was going through my mail when I spotted the envelope with Jonathan's name on it. "It looks like he invited us to his birthday bash," I said. Delilah's eyes lit up. "Are we going?" "I don't know....you know how I feel about these events. I'd rather not go," I said. Delilah's face fell. "But Sebastian! We never go anywhere. Why are you so antisocial? I'm so tired of being cooped up at home while you get to go to work. Don't you think about me at all?" she pouted. Damn, I didn't think how bored Delilah must be. "Oh, sweetheart, I didn't mean you couldn't go. I'm just not a fan of social events. You are more than welcome to go," I said quickly. I regretted it instantly as I realized I had said the wrong thing. Delilah looked even angrier. "So you want me to go alone? You won't even keep your wife company? Why Sebastian? Is it because I'm fat and ugly now, so you don't want to be seen with me?" she roared. Oh God...what have I done? I had
Emma It's my wedding day. I feel like I'm in a daze, floating in the cloud. I can't believe this is happening to me and I'm about to marry this amazing, gorgeous man of my dreams. Things can't get any better. I look at Sam, who is running around and giggling with some of the other kids in his house. He is wearing a tiny tuxedo and looks absolutely adorable. My heart swells with love and pride. I can't believe how fast he's grown up and how lucky I am to have him in my life. As I take a deep breath, I can feel the excitement and anticipation building up inside of me. I can't wait to walk down the aisle and see my husband-to-be waiting for me. "Sam, be careful! You will trip over the decorations!" Delilah scolded him, but he only giggled louder. Delilah couldn't help but crack a smile and look at me. "Ready for your big day?" she smirks. "I don't know," I giggle nervously. She raises an eyebrow. "You don't know? You're not getting cold feet, are you?" I shake my head frantically
Jonathan I go back to the building to check on Alaric. I made sure to have Ray send someone to kill the wasps ahead of time and give Alaric medical attention if needed before my arrival. Alaric is sitting on the chair with his face and body swollen, but he appears to be breathing. "I see you survived the wasps," I comment. "Fuck you," Alaric mumbles. "I came here to give you good news and bad news," I say. He looks at me with confusion. "What?" "The good news is that Emma and I are getting married, and Sam will officially become my son," I say. "Samuel is my son," Alaric barks. "Not anymore, he isn't. You will be waiving all rights as his biological dad," I say, putting the adoption paper on his lap. Alaric glares at me as he looks at the adoption paper. He doesn't say anything for a few moments. I watch as his expression turns angrier. "I don't want to give up my rights," he says. "It's not up to you anymore," I reply. "I've already talked to my lawyer, and everything is
JonathanHere I am at the abandoned building again, three days later. I kept my promise to Alaric and didn't show up until now, leaving him in the dark. I'm sure he is covered in his own piss and starving. The thought gives me comfort. "How was life in darkness, Alaric? It's not fun, is it?" I ask after taking the tape off of his mouth. There is no window down there, so Alaric wouldn't have known the difference between day and night. "Fuck you, asshole! What the fuck is wrong with you, man?" Alaric barks. "I couldn't begin to tell you. Are you ready to confess yet?" I laugh. "Confess what? I didn't do anything!" Alaric shouts. "Ah, so we are still playing the game. Say, Alaric, are you hungry?" I ask and shake the Mcdonald's bag in my hand. "I am fucking starving, man. You left me here tied up for three days!" he says as if I don't know what I did already. I take the burger out and take a big bite. "Mmm...you know I have all the money in the world, and I can afford expensive f
Jonathan "Emma doesn't want the police involved," Sebastian says. "I see..." I say grimly, but I'm not surprised. "I don't blame her. They will ask her a lot of questions in court. It'll keep reminding her of her painful past." Sebastian nods. "There must be an alternative. I want that bastard Alaric to suffer, even if it's in an unconventional way." "Leave that to me. I'll take care of Alaric," I say with gritted teeth. Sebastian narrows his eyes. "Emma is my sister. I shouldn't put this all on you." I shake my head. "You don't understand, Sebastian. I'm taking this personally because I love Emma. She broke down in front of me and told me everything. I could see the pain in her eyes, and it broke me. I'll do anything for her, and I personally want to cause that piece of shit pain." "Alright. Just keep me updated. I have your back," Sebastian says. I nod, then head over to my meeting with someone really special who can help me with my plan. I know it's risky, but I'm willing t
Emma "Mommy! Where were you?" I smile as Sam runs toward me with his arms wide open. I pick him up in my arms, laughing. "Did you miss me?" I ask, giving him a kiss on the cheek. Sam nods his head enthusiastically, burying his face in my shoulder. "Yes, mommy! I missed you so much!" he says, his voice muffled by my shirt. I hold him tight, feeling a surge of love for my little boy. "I missed you too, baby," I say, stroking his hair. "What did you do while I was gone?" "We played cars and watched cartoons!" he exclaims, his face lighting up. "That sounds like fun," I say, smiling. "Did you eat your lunch?" "Yes, I did!" Sam replies, grinning up at me. "Good job!" I say, giving him another kiss. "I'm so proud of you." Sam giggles, squirming in my arms. "Mommy put me down! I want to go get a snack. I'm hungry!" "Okay, okay," I say, lowering him to the ground. "Go get something to eat." I say, feeling my eyes well up with tears. I hope his happiness lasts forever. Sam looks be
Jonathan I feel anger surging through me, but I keep calm for Emma's sake. I need to keep my head clear so I can think of a plan to find that bastard Alaric. And when I do, I will rip both of his arms off. "What happened to him?" I had asked her, and she shook her head. "I don't know. He broke up with my mom after I got pregnant. Maybe he got scared," Emma told me. "And your mom? Did you ever tell her any of this?" I ask. Emma looks down at her hand. "I tried once, but she got mad and beat me. She said I was just making up lies to hide the fact that I got pregnant by some loser." I take a deep breath and try to push down the rage that's boiling inside me. Emma has been through enough already, and I need to stay focused on helping her. I gently put my hand on her shoulder and give her a reassuring squeeze. "Listen, Emma. You did nothing wrong. Alaric is the one who should be ashamed of himself for what he did to you. And your mom... well, she clearly didn't handle the situati
Emma I wake up in his arms in the middle of the night, engulfed by his warmth. I feel his steady breath against my neck as I snuggle closer to him, appreciating the way his arms feel wrapped around me. It is as if I am cocooned in a bubble of safety. I trace my fingers over his chest, feeling the rise and fall of his breathing under my touch. It is a comforting rhythm. Why am I like this? Everything was perfect last night, he did everything right. He didn't push me into anything and showered me with warmth. And yet, I had my stupid panic attack and messed everything up. I touch his lips softly, careful not to wake him up. I can't believe I let my past get the best of me. I ruined the moment even though I wanted him to make love to me. I have to make things right, I think to myself, then climb on top of him to kiss him all over his body. And now he is awake, staring at me with those blue eyes, making me feel even more guilty about rejecting him last night. "Emma. You don't ha
Jonathan Fuck...maybe I am going too fast. The last thing I want is to scare her again by acting like a horny teenager. But she is not pushing me away. Instead, she took my hand in hers, still staring into my eyes. I take a deep breath, trying to calm the racing thoughts in my head. I don't want to mess this up. I don't want to push her away or make her feel uncomfortable. The cool breeze hit us both, and I felt her shudder against my arms. "Shit, you're cold. Let's get you inside," I say. "Maybe you can give me a tour of your house." She smiles. "Sure," I say, smiling at her. "I'd be happy to show you around." I start with the living room, then the kitchen. Then we move upstairs. "The upstairs has three bedrooms and a small terrace," I tell her. Emma looks around in amazement. "It's such a beautiful house." she pauses before speaking again. "Where do you sleep?" "Usually in the master bedroom," I say, gesturing towards the door at the end of the hallway. "Can I see it?" sh
Emma I run my fingers over the delicate silk of the dress. I've never seen any dress so beautiful, let alone wearing it. "Go ahead and try it on," Delilah says and smiles encouragingly. But as I hold it in front of me in front of the mirror, I feel weird. "I don't know if this will suit me," I say. "Of course, it will. Put it on immediately," Delilah orders. I laugh at her enthusiasm and then go inside the bathroom to change. I slip into the dress, and I can feel the smooth, silky fabric slide against my skin. It's like nothing I've ever worn before, and I can't help but feel a bit nervous. Will I be able to pull it off? I take a deep breath and step out of the bathroom and into the dressing room. Delilah's eyes light up when she sees me. "Oh my goodness, you look stunning!" she exclaims. "That dress was made for you." I turn to the mirror and can hardly believe what I see. The dress fits me perfectly, hugging my curves in all the right places. The color brings out the warm