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The funeral was over. Kieran was resting in the Ridgway family vault. And she was once again back in Paxton’s apartment. Rhiannon didn’t even paid attention to the elevator. She was feeling so incredibly tired and drained out. Was it the pregnancy? Was it the stressful situation she was currently living with Paxton? Was it the funeral? Rhiannon took a few steps into the living room, not knowing exactly what to do. Where to go. What to say. She just stood there, in the middle of the room, looking at the evening sky so red and wonderful.“This was Kieran’s favorite part of the day,” she said slowly, almost talking to herself.“I didn’t know that,” Paxton replied walking slowly towards her. She turned and gazed at him.“He used to say that evenings are a gift… A time to reflect, and find peace. Each evening brings with it the promise of a new dawn. Let go of the past and embrace the possibilities of tomorrow.” Rhiann
She remembered Paxton saw her apartment, the day she left the hospital. Rhiannon rushed to her own defense.“My apartment isn’t always the way it was when you saw it. I… Uhm… I was sort of... preoccupied last month.”“I wasn’t criticizing you. I was just stating a fact. Do you think I care about your apartment?”“Put me down, Paxton. Where do you think you’re going? What are you doing?”“I need to clean up your foot, and the nearest bathtub is on the second floor. Since you don’t like elevators, I’m carrying you up.”“But I can handle elevators,” she said testily, perversely annoyed at his thoughtfulness.“Right…” Paxton grinned down at her.“You do them so well.”“I practice.”“Really? How? Like one would a piano?” Her lips twitched. She fought not to smile.“Sort of.” He wasn’t nice. She didn’t like him. She didn’t find him amusing. Paxton was making fun of her neurotic fear, a fear that was perfectly logical cons
This was the worst part of her day.“Morning sickness… This is a punishment from hell,” she groaned as she sat on the bathroom floor, her bare legs sprawled on the cold tiles. That day, she was expected at the restaurant, for an extraordinary staff meeting. They needed to know about Anthony Ramsay’s arrival. Rhiannon wished she could sit here until her stomach settled, but she didn’t have the luxury of time. “I need to get up… somehow…” Rhiannon took a deep breath, trying to calm her stomach, then looked at her heel, almost healed, thanks to Paxton’s careful but unexpected intervention. The next day after the kitchen accident, he stood at home, working in his study most of the time. But quite frequently, he came to her room, genuinely interested in her ‘health status’, helping her walk slowly around the house. Paxton was behaving so nicely… And their truce was exactly what she needed since fighting with him every day was absolutely debilitatin
“We both know that’s the last thing you want to do, Paxton,” she muttered.“You are carrying the Ridgway heir,” he said, pointing at her womb. “His or her well-being is my concern as much as it is yours.” Rhiannon automatically wrapped her arms around her belly in a protective gesture.“No, Paxton, it’s not. We are behaving like civil people, we are talking nicely to each other, but we both know the truth. You’re doing this against your will. You’d rather chew your arm off than be here. All you see in me are lies and money interest.”“Since we’re being honest, I’ll say it one last time… I’m still mad at you and my brother… For the secret marriage, the money he invested without talking to me first, the pregnancy. But I wouldn’t blame a child for his parents’ sins.” She stilled as Paxton’s words stung.“I’m not willing to test that out,” she replied and took a deep breath. Paxton flattened his hands against the wall as a dark, unpredictable energy swirled a
“Have you got those food costs for me yet, Rhiannon?” Anthony Ramsay smiled down at her as he stepped into her office.“Not quite but almost. During my absence, my mother decided to surprise me for the first time in her life and she… she cleaned up the office. So, I’m finding bits and pieces of documents here and there.”“Still, remember it’s essential that you know what they are. You can’t be fuzzy about numbers or they’ll kill you. Trust me, I’ve learned that the hard way,” Anthony said.“I’m almost there… Just a second… Ah, there it is!” When Rhiannon handed him her notebook, which bulged with dog-eared receipts, Anthony took the jumble and sat down. Rhiannon couldn’t believe how easy it was to work with him once Barbie and everybody had warmed up to him. With his shaggy blond hair and affable smile, he seemed like a huge blond bear, albeit a friendly one… most of the time. His quick temper could be formidable. She discovered that since day one.
Anthony poured two glasses of water and offered one to Rhiannon.“There was this one time, a few years ago, when we both were so… wasted,” he continued after he took a sip. “That night, in front of a good scotch, Paxton talked of things that happened in his life I knew nothing about. I mean, I knew something about his childhood years but not everything. Even at school, Paxton wasn’t talking much, keeping a low profile, focusing on his studies.”“What did he say to you?”“Paxton was living with Amelia in a very small apartment. So, every time his mother was… uhm… falling in love, that boyfriend would come and stay with them. He said every man present in his mother’s life has tried to buy his affection with gifts, trying to bribe him into accepting them, but he never liked that. And hated all of them.”“Oh…&rdq
Hey, Y'all! May 6th is the most important day of my life. It's my birthday. After a certain age, celebrating this day or talking about it in public, didn't seem all that important to me. But this year... well, this year I felt the need to make an exception. The other day, a friend asked me what gift I wanted for my birthday... Well, I said to her I wanted nothing because thanks to you all, I have everything I want and more. You, guys, are the best gift ever. Every single one of you. I'm not trying to suck up, if that's what you're thinking. No! I pride myself on being honest and real with you. I've said those things to you because I like to think we're friends, and because I think you deserve to know how I feel about you. 2023 has been a tough year for me, so I've entered 2024 kinda tiptoeing around Goodnovel, not sure about writing anymore. Up until a few of you contacted me here and on my socials, asking if I was okay, and wondering about a new story. So, I've decided to push
Hey, Y'all!!!!Another romantic adventure came to an end. It has been such an interesting ride. It has been funny, sad, frustrating, tearful, annoying (Yes, I've said it!), but all in all, it has been the most fulfilling writing experience I've had in the last eight months. The plot came out of nowhere, pushing me to give birth to this love story. In no time, Rhiannon and Paxton took over me, and... the rest, as they say, is history. I saw all your comments, and I've seen how much some of you enjoyed the story. Nonetheless, a few of you had some slight issues with some parts of it. In my defense, all I can say is... I've tried my best to please everybody, and I'm sorry I let down some of you. But think of it this way... This story is a figment of my imagination. These are my thoughts, my ideas, and, unfortunately, they might not match yours all the time. Please, don't hold it against me. I'll do better next time. Speaking of... next time, I'm planning to start a new story in a coupl
Rhiannon walked into the bedroom where Paxton was already lying on the bed. Propped on his elbow, he watched as she started preparing her clothes for the next day, and the glitter in his eyes told her what was to come. Her breath hitched in her throat. Rhiannon never got tired of that look. It was tender and possessive. It was dark and loving. It was all the things that made her feel cherished beyond measure.“Undress for me, darlin’,” he said in a quiet voice. “I want to see you and our baby.” She smiled, and obeyed gladly. Her hands slid to the buttons of her shirt. Slowly, she pulled away her clothing, letting the shirt and then her pants drift to the floor until she was clad in only her panties and bra. Then, she reached behind her to undo the clasp of her bra. The straps slid over her shoulders and the cups came away, baring her breasts to his avid gaze. They were much heavier now, and they were tender and swollen from her pregnancy. Paxton
When the intercom buzzed for the tenth time, Paxton got to his feet, swaying slightly. How many shots of scotch had he had? On unsteady feet, Paxton crossed the room that was littered with newspapers and business magazines and answered his intercom.“‘Paxton… It’s me, baby. It’s Tori.’” What?! Why was she here? “Go the fuck away!” he exclaimed.“‘Baby… let me in. I want to talk to you about Riccardo…’”“No need! Keep him and stay away from me!” He cut the connection and poured himself another scotch. Then, Paxton slumped onto his couch again and tortured himself with more memories of Rhiannon. Rhiannon with her cute baby bump climbing on top of him… Rhiannon all covered in chocolate pudding… Rhiannon sleeping peacefully in his arms…“What the fuck are you doing, you loser?” he yelled at himself. “Stop dreaming about her! She’s not yours! She’ll never be yours. You treated her like shit, accused her of
With shocking, devastating suddenness their affair was over. ‘I love you, Rhiannon. I love that sweet baby growing up inside you… You two are what’s important to me…’ His words were still haunting her. Rhiannon stared up at her bedroom ceiling. Feeling lost and uncertain, she’d been staring at it for hours. Rhiannon had known she’d be hurt when he left her, but the pain that pulsed in the center of her being was too much to bear. It was as if all hope for happiness was draining out of her like blood seeping from a fatal wound. Hours later, when the sun turned the rooftops in her neighborhood bloodred, she got up, dressed, and walked out of her apartment, feeling heavy from her long, sleepless night. Hoping to clear her head, Rhiannon made her way toward the park. She wanted to be around noisy cars on their way to offices and schools, around people rushing to catch buses or subway trains. Near the park, she bought he
He was standing in a chair, watching her sleeping peacefully in her new bedroom. After their last conversation in his office, Rhiannon had allowed him to help her get out of her old lease and move into the apartment he’d bought for her. She’d agreed to pay him the same rent she’d paid her previous landlord. Eight weeks had passed since she’d accepted his help. The dialogue between them improved substantially. Both were much more open with each other. He looked forward to every moment he had with her. She was everything he needed and desired in a woman but hadn’t known he had to have. Throughout those two months, Paxton put everything else on stand-by and gave Rhiannon his undivided attention. He wasn’t afraid of showing Rhiannon his soft side anymore. Paxton had told her things about himself she didn’t know, and he listened to Rhiannon’s story, before and after Kieran’s arrival in her life. Ever since her fall, Paxton wanted to create a differe
Hey, Y'all!!!!This romantic adventure is slowly coming to an end. There are 4 chapters left. Currently, I'm working on the last 2 chapters. So, since I would like to publish all 4 chapters on the same day (May 26th or May 27th), there isn’t going to be an update on May 25th (Sorry about this, Dyvia Gupta. I hope you’ll understand). I know it's an ambitious project, but I've done it several times, so I'm absolutely sure I can pull this off.I would like to tag this book ‘completed’ on Monday, but I’m gonna need your help in doing so… To be more precise, I’m going to need your opinion on the book: if the story is really finished, if I need to add something else… etc., etc. So, leave a comment or a review with your feedback on the story. Because once I will write ‘The End’, I won’t get back on this story (editing an entire book months after is pure torture!) And last but not least, my gratitude to you all, for the funny comments, for your time and money, and your gems. Every single one
Spiked high heels clicked impatiently on the wooden floor as Bridget Madison, Paxton’s realtor, pointed out the many charms of the truly lovely apartment he wanted her to move into.“Well, what do you think?” Bridget asked.“I don’t know…”“You already live in the neighborhood, so you know how wonderful the Upper West Side is. The people in this building are all young, hardworking professionals like yourself. Paxton wants you to have the apartment so badly he’s willing to meet the seller’s first price.”“What?!”“Believe me, sweetie. Paxton never goes to contract without negotiating. You have no idea how utterly ruthless he can be. I’ve seen it in person. Brutal and so damn hot.”“Oh, I have an idea.” A very good idea. That’s why she still felt wary about their relationship even though he’d been so transparent and so tender lately, coming home to her, enjoying their time together.“For a lower floor, the apartment is amazingly sunny.” Bridget’s
This time, Rhiannon participated fully in the kiss, opening her mouth under his, raising her hands to rest them on the iron slabs of muscle on his shoulders. When his tongue met hers again, she dug her nails into his shoulders, making him groan with satisfaction. Paxton pulled her closer and she abandoned completely to that embrace. Sheer pleasure rose and surged through her body, blood rushing through her veins, her flesh sensitized and tingling with exquisite sensation at each brush of his body against hers. His lips moved over hers possessively, his tongue pushing past, taking languid tastes of hers as heat built and surged through her senses. Rhiannon was lost in the pleasure, lost in each taste of the wild passion she was given. Paxton’s mouth moved down the column of her neck, his tongue taking flicking tastes of her skin. He opened the bathrobe, revealing her breasts. A moan escaped her lips, an electric sensation racing through her at
Paxton entered the kitchen, put the food case on the table, then walked out and started looking around the penthouse for her. He peeked in her old bedroom but the lights were off.“Stubborn woman…” he said slowly, returning to the living room. “I’m sure she went to the restaurant…” After her fall, with the help of her mother, Paxton had convinced Rhiannon to move back into his penthouse for a few days. So, once again, she was installed in his downstairs guest suite behind his kitchen. He was in the process of acquiring the first-floor apartment he’d mentioned to her a few days before the stairway accident, but Paxton hadn’t told her yet because he didn’t want to argue about it. For the past two evenings they’d spent the early hours after work together, and in an effort to gain her trust, he’d deliberately kept things light and friendly. What they had was still too fragile, so Paxton hadn’t touched her. He didn’t force her into doing anythin