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
Sebastian I saw the panicked expression on Delilah's face on our way home and couldn't help but worry. I had always wanted to have a big family, so having a triplet seemed like a dream come true, but Delilah must be terrified. "Sweetheart, it's going to be okay," I said and pulled her to my lap. "How can you look so calm after seeing that at the doctor's office? Three. We are having two boys and a girl, Sebastian, and that's two more kids we have to raise. So aren't you panicking?" Delilah grabbed my collar as if she was about to beat me up. "There's nothing to worry about. We are going to be just fine, you'll see." I kissed her hair and hugged her close to my chest. "You're only saying that because you're not thinking about all the dirty diapers you have to change. If you expect me to do that all by myself, you've got another thing coming, mister!" Delilah rested her head on me and closed her eyes. "This is all your fault because you won't stop coming inside me," she mumbled aga
Delilah I wanted to surprise Sebastian at his office. I haven't done that in a while. I had no desire to leave the house at all anymore. All I wanted to do now was sit at home and eat watermelons. I wondered how Sebastian would react. Would he be surprised? Or did Simon already tell him about the meeting? No, he wouldn't tell him since I told him to keep it between us. I took the elevator straight to his floor. His secretary Melanie saw me approaching and smiled. "Mrs. Stanley! It's good to see you again." "Please, just call me Delilah. Is Sebastian in his office?" I asked. Melanie nodded. "Yes, ma'am, but sir is in a meeting. He is almost done. Could you wait a moment?" she asked. I sat down on the couch in the waiting area and waited patiently. I was starting to feel sleepy. Maybe coming here was a bad idea. I should've gone straight home and napped. Who knows when I'd be able to sleep when the triplets are born, so I might as well sleep as much as possible now. "Miss. Stan..
Sebastian "Not this again," I grumbled and looked at the time. "What are you stressing about?" Delilah giggled. She was sitting at the foot of the bed, watching me pace back and forth, grumbling to myself. After we caught the rat, A new problem arose. Melanie had a family emergency, so I had no one to do her job. "Melanie had to go back to her home country in Russia, and now I have no one to take care of her work. She might not come back. I tried to hire a temp, but it seems we can't find someone qualified. "Sweetheart, it's going to be fine. Why don't you hire Charlie?" Delilah said. My eyes narrowed even more. "Charlie from the bookstore? That kid I hired?" "Yes, him. He seems bright and has experience with office work. What do you think?" I asked. "No, it's fine. He is a good kid," I said absent-mindedly and sat on the bed. I was calming down. She was right. Charlie could do a good job. I made a mental note to discuss the position with him later. "Just think about it, oka
Sebastian I am not okay. Everything is falling apart. Delilah's father suddenly passed away and now Delilah is in the emergency room, screaming in pain. The doctor told me the stress of losing her father must've put a strain on her pregnancy and caused complications. If things go wrong, we could lose the babies. It would tear me apart from the inside if something like that happened, and I knew Delilah wouldn't be able to take it, either. But I would rather save her life if it came down to it. I couldn't bear to lose the love of my life. I called Simon for moral support and asked Charlie to take care of the bookstore. "Is she okay?" Simon's voice behind me interrupted my thoughts, so I turned around to face my brother. "I don't know, Simon. They won't tell me anything. But, if something happened to her, I don't know what I would do," I said grimly. Simon placed his hand on my shoulder. "I am really sorry, Sebastian. And I'm sorry to hear about her father's death. I heard he was
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