MondayElvie turned her face up towards the bright Scottish sun from the windows of the boat, leaning back against Zander’s strong, powerful body as the boat bounced across the waves. The leather seat hummed beneath her thighs from the vibrations of the engine.She took a deep breath of the sharp, salty air. Her skin felt warm. Her body felt hot all over as she leaned against Zander’s hard chest. Even through his black shirt, she could feel the heat on his skin.Then he smiled down at her. His smile did all kinds of strange things to her, making her heart pound after he left for LA. Her days of darkness and emptiness in rainy London now seemed like a lonely dream. She was in Scotland with Zander. And their child, a cute, four year old angel. Could she ask for more? No. It was enough to see how happy her daughter's face was when she saw her.Thea. She was a beautiful little girl who bounced and laughed a lot.She couldn't ask for more. Elvie smiled as she placed her hand on Thea's slee
One week later, after their simple civil wedding in the city, they returned to the mansion. Zander thought, at last, he could stop thinking about Elvie and their daughter. Boy, was he wrong.Walking a few blocks away from his office at midday, he thought fresh air would help, for starters. Zander found the nearest park and walked, ignoring the noise from tourists and families.Pros and cons. He didn’t want to live with anyone anymore. Not with Elvie, but he knew he couldn't ignore how different their situation is now. They have a beautiful daughter who did nothing but make his heart scream with happiness and laughter. Yes, he and Elvie were not sharing a room, and he made sure to ignore her most of the time. But of course, he knew how hard it was to just ignore the woman who seemed to plague his mind. Those beautiful eyes, her kindness, her sweetness, and her innocent plea for his time?"Damn it! I'm going insane!" he murmured to himself.How long has it been? Since he didn't think ab
"I'll think about it," she said, looking at him before finishing off her brownies. "We both have things to run. Taking time off work isn’t going to happen. Not if we want to keep our parental control over Thea running." "What do you mean?" "Zander, I'm not stupid, nor am I going to turn a blind eye over this unknown tension between us; I know there is something wrong with us. Still, if you want to be in your daughter's life, you need to find some time for her." She groaned mischievously before adding, "I'll do the same, I may accept your help with the job, but I'm not going to sacrifice my child's needs for the sake of it. I expect you to do the same, I hope I'm clear with that." He looked at her for a long time, like what he heard was just a figment of his imagination. But he knew he heard her right, loud and clear. "So you remember?" "I don't remember a thing just yet. Just a few bits and pieces, but I know there is something wrong with our marriage; I can see that in your eyes,
Two weeks later, the drive to Stanton’s building was long, and Elvie knew she didn’t have to drive because Zander’s men was ready to drive her newly purchased Audi SUV Q2, but she wanted a minute out of her husband's prying eyes. Not that she was complaining about him buying her a new car. In fact, she didn't want to drive the shiny, massive thing, but he was being so stubborn and bribed her with Thea’s ballet class. If she would take the car, he would arrange for a class with the famous ballerina in the city. How could she deny that opportunity to her daughter? Of course, she accepted it. That’s what you get for being a shithead and stealing glances from your fickle-minded husband. She grimaced as she thought to herself. Yes, they have been very civil, acting like newlyweds in front of the mansion’s stuff and especially to their daughter, but still, when they were alone, they acted like they were complete strangers, even though she was stealing glances and daydreaming about making l
Hours ticked by, hoovering up the minutes and sucking them into an entire sun-deprived day. Elvie spent them researching the many disturbing ways she could freeze, melt, and scrub cellulite to death. Hell, it was nothing like the numbers she used to solve in her university days. She was an accountant for a reason, yet here she was, searching for mind-shattering women’s problems about wrinkles and skin care products she didn't even know existed in this world.When the clock hit two, the elevator dinged chirpily. But that was the only chipper thing about the occasion. Time stopped. So did the clicking of keyboards and the radio stations blasting over the floor, along with the general chitchat. By the way the air hung and dangled like a sword above my neck, she guessed that the cigar-smelly SVP had arrived.Gerald pushed off his desk and motioned for Almera and Elvie to get out of their cubicles as she wiped the cold sweat from her palms over her dress.She just hoped no one recognised h
When Elvie got back to her cubicle, her first instinct was to drown herself in silly beauty samples and boring clay masks. But as soon as she walked in, she realised she had some explaining to do. Gerald and Almera sat side-by-side, cross-legged, staring at her like she was an alien in a Discovery Channel special. All they needed was popcorn and coke.Gerald jerked his thumb in the elevator’s direction. “Explain now, boobily nun! Now!”“There’s nothing—”Almera butted in. “Oh yeah? I don't think so, little girl. Zeus, the CEO of SBC slash Lord Assholemort slash very hot-yummylicious batman, never offers people eye contact, let alone talks to them.”He doesn’t, now? Wow! That was not so surprising, Elvie thought to herself.“You better start singing like it’s American Idol and I’m Simon Cowell, girl.” Gerald snapped his fingers, wiggling his ass in his seat. “I want to know how, when, where, and how long. Especially the long part. Inches and all. Was it that long? I mean, you know... t
The next morning, Zander found himself in his office with a throbbing headache, a direct result of the sleepless night he had endured. Thea had fallen sick and had repeatedly called out for him, her feverish pleas tugging at his heartstrings. As he rubbed his temples, he couldn't shake off the worry that had nestled itself deep within him."Good morning, Mr. Stanton! Here is your coffee, daily schedule, and the news bulletins for today. You have a ten o’clock meeting with the SVP’s in the meeting room, and your dry cleaner left a message that your grey Prada pea coat is missing. They sent their apologies and offered a twenty-percent discount off your next visit. What would you like me to do with this information, sir?"Bunch a lawsuit into a ball and shove it down their throats. He thought to himself.Overall, his PA, Bella Shemerson, was an okay girl. An accountant grad who Zander was pretty sure still thought being a One Direction fan was lit, she did make an effort—something that co
Elvie bit her lips as she stood there in the executive hallway, frozen and holding a yellow cardboard box to her chest, refusing to look scared. With her sun-kissed hair and a dusting of freckles covering her button-like nose, she was the type of beauty that suddenly sneaked up on everyone. Though she wore a matching Gucci dark pencil skirt and a white satin shirt, paired with t-strap dark shoes, she thought it was the most simple and uncatching getup. But the more they looked at her, the more they realised how striking she was. She looked like she belonged on a runway. Even in her simple attire, she looked like freedom and tasted like a piece of the sky. Why hadn't she noticed that part of her before? Yeah, she dressed beautifully ever since he saw her when he was still in university, but still, he hadn't thought of her like that—like a woman. Zander wanted to grab her and slam her over the desk, fucking her three ways to Sunday in front of his entire executive crew. The problem w