"Oh my God! I have been worried sick! Thank God you are alright!""I'm sorry, Aunt Sophia. I had to come look for you," I said, searching her gaze, not wanting her to be angry with me."It's okay, darling. I should be the one apologizing for causing you to get beaten by the rain.""Mr. Evan Sterling said to let you know he is waiting…""Bless his heart. He came straight to clear things with me once he saw you. I'm glad it was him who saw you and not his parents. He is more… reasonable with the laid down rules. I'm afraid I made him believe your stay here was temporary. I hope he won't mention it to his parents otherwise we will both be in trouble. Well, as they say, we will cross that bridge when we get to it," she explained, sounding tired.I wanted to tell her that he promised me not to get her fired but for some reason, I just kept that to myself."He is… um, nice. He loaned me his jacket, " I said with a wavering smile. A frown furrowed her eyebrows and she did as if she wanted to
Then he stopped and slowly rose to his feet, straightening his spine with one of his hands moving up my side to rest on my waist. I opened my eyes and stared at the wall of his chest, realizing he was very close to me now. Our bodies were barely two inches apart. He used his other hand to nudge my chin so I could tilt my face up to meet his gaze, and then he rubbed my cheek with his knuckle, looking into my eyes in that intent manner that I was beginning to get used to.“Eat, and get some rest,” he said, then pulled back and rushed down the flight of stairs. It was still raining but it didn’t seem to bother him. He took long strides to the driver's side as if he was suddenly in quite a hurryHe got inside the car and drove off almost immediately. I let out a sigh and dazedly closed the door to rest my back on it.My heart was going a mile per minute and I slowly slipped to the floor to sit on the doormat. I shut my eyes feeling the urge to touch myself as his scent still lingered in t
I had thought I would miss Deborah's parents' anniversary party even though I arrived earlier than expected but I needed to reconnect with her for the sake of my sanity. I hardly slept last night with the thought of doing nothing but going to find the hazel-eyed Rose thief and fuck her till I exorcise her from my blood. She got me doing food delivery and washing her clothes, and undies like some weirdo. Christ! And even though I had no intention of visiting the office today Saturday I went anyway just to have something else to occupy my head but that didn't stop my raging libido. Then I found myself getting dressed to attend the party at the last minute. I knew I was more than fashionably late, but I wasn't thinking of socializing. I needed to get laid and stop acting like a sex-starved freak after a minor.Deborah's family home was on the third street from ours. I got there and saw that a lot of cars were parked in the compound which meant this wouldn't be awkward.I found a secluded
“I’m sorry Mrs. Sullivan, but I have responsibilities and must work. That's how people like me stay rich,” I said with a sarcastic undertone. The corner of my lips tweaked with a mocking smile.“Work—you men and work. What about us, huh?” she said as she stylishly unbuckled my belt, unbuttoned my trousers’ band, and pulled down my zippers. Then smiled at me through her long fake eyelashes. She proceeded to pull down my pants and I let her, then she stroked my hardened cock, dipping her hand inside my boxers to free it. She gasped. I let out a soundless sigh, thinking the bad boy was finally getting some action, and I can now stop thinking about … shit! ‘Don’t think of her, damn it!’ I thought as I shook my head to wade off my line of thought.“Wow. Just wow! I knew with your build you must be big, but my God, Evan Sterling you pack quite a punch. Deborah is a lucky girl! Look at this big bad wolf, ready to devour—”I didn’t say a word. What was there to say to that? She was Deborah’s
“Estera, before you leave can you take care of table ten,” my supervisor; Matilda, said as I exited the employees' changing room. I was startled to a stop, and her eyes wandered down my outfit. “Sorry, I need to make some calls,” she added, noting that I had already changed from my uniform and was ready to go. “You don’t have to change back, it’s Evan Sterling with some of his friends,” she said and turned away. The older woman probably imagined since I lived with my aunt on the Sterlings' estate, I would be well acquainted with their son. Of course, she wouldn’t know that the last thing I wanted was to appear as ‘the help’ to Evan Sterling. It’s been close to three weeks since I last saw him when he came to drop off my clothes and since then it just seemed like he dropped off the face of the earth. It was a sheer struggle to not question my Aunt about him. For some reason, I felt a bit hurt that he had shipped me to a corner of his mind and moved on when I was still stuck on the even
If he thought he could embarrass me further he would be grossly disappointed. I balanced the silver tray on my hip, collected the ball pen from him, and read the question aloud, “A man is five times as old as his daughter. Five years ago his age was nine times half his daughter's current age. How old are the man and his daughter?” I paused and met his gaze, “Do you want me to work it out for you, or do you just want an answer? Cos the daughter is 10 years old while the man is 50 years old.”“And I am to just take your word for it?” he replied without a gleam of emotion in his icy cold eyes.“Are you saying I am wrong?”He carelessly shrugged and replied, “I am saying I know the answer, but I want you to work it out — step by step.”“This should be good,” Brian laughed.“She couldn’t even figure out the right room temperature for the wine and you expect her to work an equation? She probably guessed that answer or saw it somewhere before — I mean she works here... Come on, Evan, let the
“I prefer…” I started to say, but he didn’t give me room to finish. He invaded my personal space and leaned into me with his face barely an inch away from mine to the point that I could smell his intoxicating cologne and the wine he just had for dinner on his breath.“GET. INSIDE!” he enunciated through gritted teeth, making me flinch as he grabbed me by the forearm and glowered at me.I glared back at him, letting out a gentle huff, and allowed him to shepherd me inside the car. He waited for me to settle in before slamming the door hard. “What is your problem?!” I snapped. ‘What has gotten into him?’ I thought to myself, watching him march back to the driver's side and get inside the car. He jerked his seatbelt on and literally zoomed down the road as if we were in some car race!I wanted to tell him to slow down, but when I glanced at him his face was tensely held forward and I could see he was working his jaw. Evan was evidently angry but I have no idea what I had done. I swallowe
It took everything in me to drive away from her. I wanted to kiss her, hell, I wanted to rip off her dress, carry and put her on my lap and let her feel every inch of my cock inside her pussy. Right from the moment, she walked out of the kitchen with the clinging dress, molding her luscious curves, I had thought of nothing else. Making her work the math was in a bid to find something that would make her less perfect, less desirable. Instead, she had aced it. I had enjoyed her proving Joyce wrong though, albeit to my detriment. Because the action only increased my need to claim her as mine. I hadn't appreciated Joyce insulting her but chose to let it go. I didn’t want it to seem like I was favoring Estera. I knew how vindictive women around here can be. I wouldn’t want Joyce deliberately seeking Estera out for some perceived revenge. Of course, she didn't know that. And obviously thought I had snubbed her. I shouldn’t have taken Joyce to that restaurant but I wanted… no, I needed an e
“I do not want to hear about your sexual escapades, Evan Sterling!” she said through gritted teeth, still glowering at me. I made her widen her legs for me as I fit myself in between her legs. The dress she wore had ridden up, giving me the chance to place my hands over her naked thighs. “After you, I didn’t want anybody else. I was obsessed with making sure you stayed mine,” I said, stroking her naked thighs. Her eyes softened. I leaned over and pressed a kiss to her lips. “I had had time to think about my reactions, and now, I know when Edward showed me that video, I accepted it to be true as a result of my experience, but I walked to the chalet to get confirmation from you. But of course, you weren’t there, and I didn’t come after you because I was scared to confirm it. So, deep inside me when I accepted that you had fucked my father for money. I didn’t believe it. Otherwise, I would never have had sex with you when I saw you at Jacob’s bachelor’s party. For me to believe it, I
I felt Estera's hand slowly slip into mine as we drove through the Sterling Estate gate. I opened my hand wide, giving her room to interlace her fingers with mine. She leaned across from the passenger seat to rest her head against my shoulder and I stopped the car so I could reach for her. Cupping the side of her face, I made her lift and crane her neck to receive my kiss. I pressed my lips against her forehead then her lips. Kissing her slowly as if we have all the time in the world. She let out a shaky breath when I let her go, gazing lovingly into my eyes. "Don't be scared. Nothing or no one here can hurt you ever again. I need us both to put this to rest. We had an amazing time here, on this ground and I want us to take that back. Separate it from the nightmare that came after. I hate this place…." "Evan…" she whispered, raising her hand to cup my chin. I let out a soft chuckle. "I need to let him stay buried and not continue to hurt us…to hurt me. Please," I said. She nodde
Evan had prepared a special table for my aunt, his mother, and Mary Antoinette Dallas. My aunt—I could see–-had rescued Ashley and Ameera and had taken charge of our boys and when we approached the table I saw four men in black suits, hovering close to my aunt Sophia and the boys. I gave Evan a side glance but his eyes were held forward. Lowering my gaze, I saw how the men monitored the boys' every move and let out a sigh. Evan was quite serious about our children’s safety and with the look of it, it seemed he couldn’t even take a risk when they were with family. Mary Antoinette Dallas beamed at me. I gave her a warm smile, pretty glad the other woman was much better despite the ravaging chemo after her surgery. I had thought she might resent me a little when she found out about Evan’s duplicity in regards to his marriage to her but the woman took it in her stride. With Charlotte Sterling's help, she went back home to pay her last respite to her mother and bury the tortured soul. I h
I have indeed come a long way to be wearing a 30 million dollar diamond embellished bridal gown, and an equally sparkling tiara that contained about 2,000 tiny cut diamonds. I was almost afraid to move. But the very sight of the tall, broad-shouldered, handsome man, waiting with the bluest intense eyes in the front of the room drew me forward. Evan -- was breathtaking! He wore the traditional black tuxedo with a white undershirt but with a custom-made hand-printed silk scarf, knotted with two loops in the form of a bow tie around his collar. However, there was nothing traditional about the price tag. He went all out for this wedding anniversary slash renewal of wedding vows. My heart skipped a beat at the knowledge that this beautiful man was all mine and he loved me with all his heart and soul. The lighting of the cathedral was dimmed and as I moved the light shined off the diamonds, creating a wonderful sparkle. I let out a shaky breath and my aunt Sophia looped an arm to mine, l
I doubt anyone was as happy as I was to know Cole Foster was doing fine. Now I can breathe easily. Being without Estera and my boys these past few days has not been easy for me. I was constantly checking my phone and seemed impatient in my dealings.Edward's funeral was a private one. I had figured only my mother and I would be present with the minister, of course, and a few chosen staff, but then Estera's aunt had shown up. An act that got my mother pretty emotional.I never did pay much attention to the relationship between the two women in the past. I knew now they were closer than just an employer and employee and I was glad someone was there for my mother other than me. I figured Mary Antoinette would like to be present for her mother's funeral and had Antony buried immediately. I heard no one showed not even his employees. That showed the kind of man the fucker was. Aside from handling all the burial arrangements, I was also keeping taps on Gaius’ case. Estera’s parents’ lawyers
“I’m sorry … I should have known better and gotten help--” “Don’t apologize. It wasn’t your fault. I am just glad you weren’t taken from us—” “Please, tell me Doctor Benjamin and Doctor Rasheed got off unhurt,” he said. “They are fine — traumatized, but fine,” I replied. “Thank God. What happened to Edward Sterling?” “He died … the police killed him when they discovered their men weren’t responding to their radio call anymore.” “Shit. I tried to help them. He didn’t let me.” “You could have bled to death too if Evan hadn’t risked speaking with Edward to make him let you, Ashley and Ameera go.” “He must feel like hell … I know I would. Having a man like that as a father must be tough.” “He is happy you are alright—” I said. He sighed. “Where is he now?” “In Charlestown … helping his mother take care of Edward, Antony, and Anastasia Dallas’ burial arrangements--” “Shit! She didn’t make it?” “No…” “Her daughter?” “Mary Antoinette is responding to treatment, although she is
I stood back from the grave unable to contain the anguish filling me up inside. It was pretty intense and it felt like I was drowning in it. My eyes stayed glued to the name on the headstone although unseeing. I was completely blinded by tears.“Estera Roberts, I am so sorry for your loss…” a familiar voice said from my right and I raised my eyes to meet the older woman’s gaze. Mrs. Pincushion, my homeroom teacher, peered down at me with sorrow-filled eyes. A deep frown furrowed my eyebrows. Something doesn’t feel right. Why the hell would the petite woman be at this funeral? Wait… whose funeral is this?!”“Roberts?” Cole's familiar husky tone called me. I jerked my gaze away from Mrs. Pincushion and my eyes opened and I found myself in a dim-lit room. The beep--beep sound of the heart monitor reminded me I was in the hospital room, lying next to Cole on the bed. I sat up, rubbing my hands over my face.“Shit!” I muttered, realizing it was a mere dream. I let out a sigh. It was a no-b
The gunshot sounds weren’t coming from down the building but up, that was how I knew it must be from Edward’s ward. My heart pounded, hoping he hadn’t done something stupid to worsen his case. I had no idea where my mother was, but I knew she was in the building. I put a call through to her and her phone rang and rang but she didn’t answer. I clenched my jaw, finding my way up the flight of stairs. On getting to the floor before the one my father was on, I saw men in black trousers and white shirts with gun holsters around their waists gingerly going up the stairs. I assumed they were part of the men sent to watch Edward. “What’s going on up there?” I asked one. He threw me a hurried gaze and his eyes settled on my bandaged arm and shoulder. “You shouldn’t be here. This place is sealed we have a hostage situation—”“Is the aggressor Edward Sterling?” I asked. He stopped to give me his full attention. “I didn’t catch your name, sir?”“Evan … Evan Sterling,” I said. A deep frown fur
One of the kitchen staff brought them to my office shortly after. I thanked her and gave her a tip. Closing the door, I placed the food on the coffee table and went to make coffee for Evan, placing the mug beside his plate, I went to press a kiss to the side of his lips, placing a hand over his forehead to be certain he wasn't running a temperature. “Baby?” I called. “Mmm … love you waking me with a kiss,” he muttered. I giggled. “Get up, sleepy head, and come eat, so you can take your antibiotics.”“Yes, ma’am,” he said and got up, towering over me. Without heels, I was quite aware I must look like some midget beside him. He first went to plant kisses on the twins' forehead and cheeks, causing them to laugh before straightening his spine to gaze down at them with loving eyes. I reached for his good arm, urged him to the sofa, made him sit down and gestured to him to serve himself and eat. “Where did you get all these so early?” he asked.“Hospital food … but for the doctors,”