Jasmine got home and rushed out of her car, almost blinded my the tears pouring out of her eyes. She wondered if she would ever be able to get over this. Would she ever get over Collins and the loss of her child? Maybe the pain would never go away, because every time she started to feel like she was getting better, something just happened and then she was back to square one. She shut her door and threw herself on the couch, then she let herself go. Her sobs grew louder and she let it all out. The good thing about crying was that it helped.. Somehow it helped her get rid of the bad energy and she wanted it all out. Soon her sobs turned to sniffs as she didn't even have the energy to cry anymore. It was when she stopped crying that she realized that someone was knocking... Not loudly, but consistently. She sat up and listened to make sure that she wasn't mistaken, but there was really someone out there knocking on her door. She wiped her eyes quickly and got up. When she got to the
Jasmine nodded. 'I'll come' she replied. He smiled, relief and happiness written all over his face. 'Thank you' he said, then reached forward and kissed her forehead. 'I'll see you tomorrow' When he left Jasmine just stood and stared at the door. She could be making another mistake.. Or not, but she'd never know if she didn't take the chance. --------- Jasmine stood on the corner of Macquarie Street where the big iron gates to the botanical gardens were wide open, inviting the public to wander in and enjoy the ambience of beautiful trees and flowers. She doubted such pleasantries would even impinge on her consciousness if she entered these grounds. It was past noon. A steely pride had overridden her usual passion for punctuality. No way would she be found waiting for Collins Templeton. Not after all the disappointments. She'd allowed an extra half hour in case he'd run into unavoidable delays, but if his word meant anything, he should be in the rose garden by now. Still th
He caught her glance and flashed a wry little smile. ‘I was considering that situation when you arrived. Should I respect your wishes or should I storm the barricades? I'm relieved not to have to make that decision.' Storm the barricades... Her heart fluttered at the passion inherent in those words. Could she resist him? Did she want to? They reached the seat and she was careful to keep some distance between them as they sat. There were many questions to be answered and the desire he stirred in her could well be flattened by his replies. 'Okay, here I am. Tell me what this is about for you,' she invited, deliberately evading eye contact with him, fixing her gaze on the nearest rose bed. She could feel his tension vibrating around her, a harnessed aggression that burned under the surface of his control. It increased her own tension and she clung to a calm facade, determinedly hiding her inner turbulence. She was aware of him leaning forward, resting his elbows on his knees again.
'I had work commitments and I couldn't see a place for you in the schedule I had planned. But it was worse this time. I couldn't keep you out of my mind. You haunted my nights.' Days and nights for me, she recalled, especially after learning a baby had been conceived. 'Jasmine... look at me!' he commanded. Her head snapped up. The angst in his eyes begged her belief. 'The women I took to the award ceremonies... they were just window-dressing. I didn't have sex with them. Didn't want to. In fact, it was after barely tolerating the model I was with at the BAFTA Awards that I called you to meet me in L.A. You were the one I wanted to be with.' A wave of sadness rolled through her at the memory of her miscarriagein Los Angeles. It had thrown a black cloud over everything. Though before she'd told him she was pregnant... 'You still didn't see a place in your life for me, Collins. It was just for a week.' 'That was the plan,' he conceded heavily. 'I don't know that it would have
Favour opened the door and they stared at each other for a while until Jasmine spoke. 'Can I come in?' she asked. 'Sure' Favour replied and stepped out of the way. 'How are you?' Jasmine asked her. 'Doing good' 'And the baby and Leonard.' 'They are both fine, and Leonard is out' replied Favour, walking slowly to take a seat on the couch. 'It's one of the things that I don't like about pregnancy... Sometimes I'm just too tired to move around' Jasmine smiled at her and sat down too beside her. 'You are doing great' she said, 'And it will be over soon' There was a brief hesitation before she added, 'I'm sorry, Favour. I behaved so horrible towards you that night. I was frustrated, but it was still no reason to say the things that I said to you. I hope that you can forgive me'. Favour began to cry. 'I'm so sorry' she said. 'About your baby... I can't believe that I didn't know, and every time I saw you, I just rambled on and on about mine. And you had to sit there and listen'
Favour clapped her hands. 'Oh, this is marvellous! How far along?' 'Almost four months.' Sheer astonishment. 'You can't be! You're not even showing.' Her gaze dropped critically to Jasmine's stomach. 'Luckily the long cowl on this dress hides a very definite mound.' She lifted it. 'See?' Favour pointedly examined the vital area. 'That's a very small four months. Trust you to keep nice and slim. I had a positive pot belly by then.' She frowned. 'How come you haven't told any of us before this?' 'I am older than you, as you've frequently mentioned,' Jasmine answered carefully. 'I wanted to make it through the danger period first before letting anyone know there's a baby on the way.' Favour shook her head chidingly. 'You've got a very secretive nature. No doubt about it. Honestly. Jasmine, you could be a bit more forthcoming.' 'Oh, I don't know.' Her eyes were deliberately leasing. 'You do have a habit of telling me how to live my life, little sister.' Favour humphed and plan
Timothy Kavell-Packard hurried to his father's office like he was being chased. He was actually driven there... Driven by surprise and anger that his father had made such a big decision about their company without telling him first.Actually, he had been told, but he just didn't think that giving the account to Golden gate promotions was a good idea when there were better Ad agencies to consider, and he couldn't believe that after making it clear that he hadn't made up his mind yet, his father had gone through with it without notifying him.His father, Jensen Packard was strong willed and determined, but it was still unlike him to make a decision like this without making sure that they were both on the same page. Which was why he was heading to his office to make his displeasure known.He was greeted by some of the staff as he walked by, and he responded to their greetings with series of nods and handshakes, although he wasn't even really listening to what any of them said. He was so
Jensen relaxed in his chair. "I did tell you about it" he said simply, tapping his fingertips on the arm rest of the chair."Yes, you did, but I told you that I was still thinking about it. We agreed that we wouldn't go into this hastily since we had other agencies to consider. I hadn't decided and you signed the papers already.""Hmmm" Jensen said, almost absent mindedly and stopped tapping his fingers. "I decided that there was no need to hesitate. It is the best option for us. We also have a lot to gain from them. Why wait?"Timothy wasn't satisfied with that explanation at all. He honestly couldn't understand why his father was acting this way because he never behaved like this before. This was the first time that Jensen had done something like this since Timothy had become an active partner in their company, and from the look on his face, he could tell that his father had something else that he wasn't telling him, but what ever it was, he didn't appreciate being exempted from the
He pressed a finger to her lips. “Shh. I don’t want to hear that word cross your lips. It’s me who is sorry. I was an ass. I said despicable things to you.” Her eyes widened, and she felt the ridiculous urge to cry again, as if she hadn’t done enough of that in the last few days. “First, I want to talk about this,” he said as he drew out the dreaded newspaper clipping from his pocket. She froze, her stomach seizing with dread. “Don’t look like that. I don’t believe a word of it. But it’s obviously an important part of your past. It hurt you and it’s affected a good portion of our relationship. I want you to tell me what really happened.” Her lips trembled and she twisted her hands nervously in her lap. “I got out of college, intending to rule the world. I loved it…I loved my job. I was in a big, busy city, and I was away from home, away from my family. At the time that was important to me. I was stupid.” “I think we all go through the desperate need to get away from our family,”
It was written in the guise of an article announcing the deal brokered between Packard Enterprises and Golden Gates promotions. It detailed her job history, colorful as it was, to the present and hinted broadly about there being a relationship between her and Timothy. Nothing was left to the imagination. Everything she’d worked so hard to overcome had been splashed in excruciating detail. She should be angry. Furious even. But what she felt was…..resignation. She looked up into the worried eyes of Bryce as the realization hit her. It would always be something. Timothy was right to be angry that she’d placed more importance on what others thought of her than she did what he thought of her. As long as the people she loved knew the truth, it shouldn’t matter what some stranger thought. Evan believed in her and her abilities. She had the backing of her agency. She had people who loved her unconditionally. Timothy evidently didn’t care who knew they were involved, so why should she? For
Love was such a messy emotion. It was bound to be inconvenient. You sure couldn’t put it on a schedule and love never played by the rules. He liked rules. And schedules.. Ah, hell, he was absolutely in love with her. It was why he was sitting here in such a terrible mood that his usually easygoing office staff wouldn’t come near him for fear of being decapitated. He looked again at the article, and his chest utterly caved in. Chloe. God, he’d been such an idiot. A complete and utter, madly-in-love moron. He’d reacted just like a petulant child, furious that his favorite toy was being taken away. In this case, Chloe had wanted to put their relationship on hold and all he could see was that she was pushing him away, and sacred that she'd leave him again, he had panicked. He’d been a total ass. She needed him. Needed his support. And he’d told her to take a hike. Worse, he’d arrogantly told her not to bother changing her mind and come crawling back. He winced. Holy hell in a bucket
She sighed. “I’m in love with him. And now he hates me.” All four men’s mouths rounded into Os. There was marked silence, and she regretted having blurted out that fact. Love was girly stuff, and none of the men looked like they had a clue what to say or do next. “Look, I appreciate you guys. I love you all to pieces. I don’t know what I would do without you. I don’t expect you to fix this for me. I’m not a little girl anymore. I’ll figure out something. I just needed a place to lick my wounds and regroup.” Peter frowned. “Now, you wait just one damn minute. You’re family, Chloe. I don’t care how old or how big you are.” Even Darell scowled and nodded his agreement. Bryce merely squeezed her hand and told her bluntly to shut up. “You can always come to us when you need us and we'll be here for you,” Darell said in his soft, gravelly voice. “That doesn't and will never change. We love you and we’ll always be here for you to come running to. You got that?” “Yeah, I do.” “Now com
"Maybe you did… or maybe not," Chloe replied. "I think I did the same with Timothy, and I understand how you feel. But you and Tina are soul mates. You have been married for years. You have been been through so much together, and I believe that if any couple can pull through this, then the both of you can… just like you did before" "How is that supposed to happen when she won't even let me see her or speak to her? She fucking hates me" "I don't think she does. As a woman, I understand her perfectly. You screwed up, don't pressure her into forgiving you. That will only make her resent you even more. Give her some space. The truth is that you can't make her forgive you, so what you have to do now is stay away… even if it's for a while and let her decide if she wants you back" "And if she doesn't?" Evan asked, dreading the reply. "Then you have to live with it. It's hard, but it's the consequences of your actions. That's life…" Evan felt dejected and stared at the closed door for
There was a wary look in his eye that warned her this wouldn’t be easy. But then he didn’t give a damn about what people thought. He wasn’t ruled by the opinions of others. As she had so many times before, she wished she could be like him. Instead of answering him, she rummaged in her bag for the stupid gossip rag and then she thrust it at him as if it was self-explanatory. And it was in a way. He glanced over the paper and then looked back up at her. “So? What’s the problem?” he asked. She knew he’d react that way. Positively knew it, and it drove her crazy. She wanted to scream and rail at him, but she’d come across as some hysterical banshee, and then he’d never take her concerns seriously. “That’s not all,” she said stiffly. “It’s all over the Internet. An advertising community site has it on their blog along with some snotty little line about how I got the account after the announcement of you signing with golden gates.” He looked blankly at her. “I fail to see what the big
With a sigh, she explained the whole sorry tale about her her history with Timothy, their reunion and their trip to the beach house. She left out the mushy details she’d shared with Ann. Evan was, after all, A. her boss and B. a man. He didn’t need to know that she’d stupidly fallen in love with a man she’d be working with for a long time to come. It made things entirely too messy. What if they broke up? Would Evan feel weird about continuing the relationship with Packard enterprises or would he take his business elsewhere? There were a million reasons why she should have never ever gotten involved with Timothy , and yet, she hadn’t heeded any of the warning signs. “I overheard what Ann said about how it shouldn’t matter to me how you got the account. I won’t lie. It doesn’t. Furthermore, it’s none of my business unless you broke the law or did something to damage the reputation of Golden Gates. I don’t think this qualifies. My concern is for you. I know how devastated you were by w
Chloe and Timothy returned from their trip as a couple, but he had to go back to his home and so did she. After a Sunday of fielding curious questions from Bryce and his brothers about where she had been the past week, Chloe was relieved to go into work on Monday. She wasn’t ready to admit to them that she and Timothy were anything more than business associates. She loved them for their undying loyalty and their absolute faith in her. But for some reason she was reluctant to confess to a relationship with Timothy. She was late, thanks to a traffic snarl that lasted an entire hour and an already late start from her apartment. By the time she made it off the elevator, it was closing in on noon, and her mood was in the toilet. When she saw Caroline, she knew something was wrong. The usually cheerful receptionist eyed Chloe with something that looked suspiciously like pity, and she refused to hold her gaze for long. Not even wanting to know what that was all about, Chloe bypassed her us
Evan Reese opened the front door of his house and headed straight to the kitchen. His wife, Christina stood at a table, frosting a cake. She looked up in surprise to see her husband and dropped the piping bag. "You are back, " she said. "Is something wrong? Did you forget something?" Evan shook his head. "No… I mean… yes." He scratched his head and then buried his face in his hands and sighed deeply, which made Christina even more concerned. She immediately washed her hands in the sink and came towards him, but when she reached out to touch him, he pulled away. "Please don't. Not right now please." said Evan. He was afraid that if he let her touch him, he would change his mind about doing the right thing. He wanted to keep his marriage, but he knew that secrets like this were of no use. They usually ended up coming to light, and he feared that the damage it might cause would be even worse. It was best to rip out the bad aid and face the consequences of his actions. "Tina, there'