I was in the kitchen contemplating what to do about the Emma issue. Travis left a few hours ago after he basically begged the entire time. It was now four, and I expected Noah to come home anytime now. Rowan would be home at five or six, so I still had time to think. Emma and I never really saw eye
“Are you okay, baby?” I ask Noah as we have our dinner. Rowan usually joins us for dinner, but not today. There was a business proposal he was going through. Not that he needs it, given that he has already accomplished so much for the company, but the opportunity was too great to pass up. He was o
“Has Rowan eaten?” “Not yet; he told me that he would eat after he was done and that I shouldn’t trouble myself.” I nod my head. "Okay, then, have a goodnight.” “Goodnight too” After she leaves, I make a plate for Rowan. Who knows how long it would be before he finished up. He couldn’t run on an
Hey my lovely readers, I do hope that so far this festive holiday has been great on your side. I came here to address a few things. First, it’s about the updates. I’ve been getting some complaints about that . I want you to understand that apart from being a writer I’m also a human being. I have a d
Hey my lovely readers, I do hope that so far this festive holiday has been great on your side. I came here to address a few things. First, it’s about the updates. I’ve been getting some complaints about that . I want you to understand that apart from being a writer I’m also a human being. I have a d
Chapter 147 Emma. I limp slowly towards my cell. Prison is hell, that’s for sure. My job is to prove the innocent and send criminals to prison. I never thought that I would one day end up here. I haven’t had a good night's sleep since I arrived here about two weeks ago. It’s like the moment I wal
Ava “Mom, can Gunner come for a sleepover this weekend?” Noah asks, but my mind is billions of galaxies away. I was filled with nervousness. I know I said I'd visit Ethan when I was ready, but the situation has changed. For some reason, the issue keeps bugging me. Keeps infiltrating my mind day in
“It’s never a good thing when someone starts a sentence like that.” His brows pull together in a frown as he stares at me. It was almost as if he was trying to figure out if he did something wrong. I don’t say anything. First of all, I was trying to come down from the high of sexual arousal. Second