KRISTENHe held my hand the entire way home, squeezing every so often in reassurance. He kept looking at me with worry in his eyes, but I assured him I was okay. It was partially true. Carter’s intrusion had shaken me up and until tonight, I hadn’t had to think about our attempts at children for some time now. The pain came flooding back in droves, but I also felt invigorated. Edwards’s presence gave me the comfort and confidence I needed to finally stand up to him.I thought about telling Edwards more about Carter and me, about the ache I still felt after everything that relationship had put me through. I wanted to tell him that my pain and torment came from more than just Carter. It came from my own failure too, but I wasn’t ready to talk about that just yet. It would most likely just scare him away, so I tried to lighten the mood instead.“I can’t believe you punched him,” I said in the car, giggling as I remembered Carter’s shocked and red face.“Of course I did! His skinny ass wa
“What were you up to, Dudley?” I whispered.Drought resistance. Where had I heard that term before? I thought back to my first dinner with Edwards. He had told me that the reason his business was so successful was because of their patented drought resistant seeds. Nothing like them existed in the California apple market. I dropped the journal and gasped, the pieces finally coming together.Dudley wanted to cross breed his tree with Edwards’s patented technology. This tree in his backyard must be rare enough that he couldn’t waste its seeds until he was able to make them drought resistant. That must’ve been why the tree was planted in a raised, weirdly colored dirt plot. It was the only way it could survive without drought resistance.I found further notes about the tree that explained how it only had a few good seasons left until the seeds would be unusable in the California heat. Dudley was in a race against time to somehow get his hands on the drought resistance technology for his t
EDWARDSI was shocked, but pleasantly surprised by Kristen’s change of heart. I was excited to have her accompany me to the area that I believed was the best part of my property. It overlooked the rolling hills and expansive vineyards of Napa Valley beautifully.“So, tell me about what exactly we are doing down here?” Kristen asked as we pulled off to the side of the gravel road once we hit a dead end.“Well this is where I planted my most recent seedlings so I have to come check up on them weekly. If the drought resistance didn’t take hold for whatever reason, I have to dig them up and start over. And if it did take, then I have to monitor the tree’s growth.”“Why do you have to monitor growth?”“Further research. The drought resistant seeds we currently have patented are great, but there’s always room for improvement! Innovation is necessary to stay afloat.”“And why wouldn’t the drought resistance take? Has that ever happened before?”“Cross breeding is a fairly intricate process.
“Kristen!” I yelled and pulled her out of her panic. “It’ll be fine.”I reached out to hold her arms, rubbing them up and down.“I have a tent in the truck from my last camping trip. I’ll pull that out and we can make camp for the evening. Tomorrow morning we can hike back in the daylight.”“Camp?! No way in hell!”“What do you suggest then?” My voice was slightly raised, frustrated at her stubbornness and continued dismissal of the outdoors, despite my best efforts to make her comfortable here.“I don’t know! I just want to be in my bed! I’m not cut out for this, Edwards.”“Relax. Camping is one of life’s great pleasures. Surrounded by nature, among fresh grass and under bright stars. And I have a roomy tent. Plenty of space for the three of us!”“Three?” She asked.“Samson.”“Ugh!”I ignored her mini tantrum and made my way to the cargo bed where my tent was tied up. I even found a few insulated blankets hiding back there. Kristen let Samson out of the truck and got back into the pa
“Okay. Well, unless you’d rather share this tent with that spider’s cousins, I’d suggest zipping it back up.”“Oh.” I quickly turned around and patted my arms around the tent’s walls until I found the zipper again. I closed us in with a sigh of relief.“Come here,” Edwards said. I looked over to find him adjusting the blanket beside him for me. Samson tried to take it, but Edwards shooed him off. He opted to make himself into a ball in the corner of the tent, just centimeters away from the foot of my blanket.I laid next to Edwards on the makeshift bed he had made for me.“Comfortable?” he asked.“Actually, yes. Thank you.”I tried to monitor my breaths, entirely too conscious of how close Edwards and I were laying to each other right now. This blanket was way warmer than the interior of Edwards’s truck, and the grass beneath the tent made a fairly good padding. Before I could organize my thoughts about our current proximity, Edwards reached out his hand and began rubbing my upper arm
Suddenly, he flipped me over so that I was on my back. He pushed himself into me and I gasped. Then, he lifted me and flipped us both so he was below me and I was now on top, straddling him.“Fuck me, baby,” he told me.I moved myself up and down his length, filling myself with his bare cock to my heart’s content. I put my hands on his chest and used them to help me thrust, my ass bouncing behind me. Eventually, he couldn’t take it. Edwards started thrusting back so that we were both pushing into one another. I screamed out.“You. Feel. So. Good!” I yelled at him between breaths.He began to rub my clit again with his thumb, still thrusting up into me.“I’m gonna cum,” I told him, not asking permission this time. He thrust quicker into me and pushed his thumb down harder, granting it anyway.I found jubilation, moaning and shaking uncontrollably as I hit orgasm. The fire that had caught in my chest moved down to my pussy as my clit throbbed. Sparks of pleasure shot through me as I wri
“I told you my father had considered Washington Industries to be our investors, but never followed through. He hired Dudley though. Maybe your family wanted revenge.”“Oh my god. My family tried to scam TruFruit!”“What if that’s why my father fired Dudley? It would make sense. His family tried to steal from us, so my father could no longer trust him.”“Jesus.”We had stopped walking now. Kristen was looking straight ahead, but was not entirely present. The gears in her head were working on overdrive, trying to solve the riddle that was the connection between our families.“I’ll do some more digging when I get home,” I told her. “I’ll try to find some evidence in our financial records. My lawyer might be able to find something too now that I have a clear direction to steer him in.”“I’ll do more digging around Dudley’s too.”We walked the rest of the way home in almost complete silence, both of us too stunned and confused to speak. At one point, Kristen wasn’t looking where she steppe
KRISTENI bolted the door shut and stood against it, unable to contain my grin. Last night quite literally may have been the best night of my life. I had never felt so cared for or beautiful with any other man. Then I remembered our discovery on the walk back this morning and how Edwards had told me he trusted me. My heart sank for a moment. Did my family really try to scam TruFruit? If so, that had to have been why Dudley was fired. This mystery just kept getting weirder and weirder, and way too entangled with Edwards’s life for my comfort.I desperately hoped that my ticket to the inheritance wasn’t stealing Edwards’s patented idea for one damn apple species. That would make me no better than the rest of my family, who have put TruFruit through enough hell. I hoped that Dudley already had a solution for this tree and all I needed to do was see it through once I found the rest of the journal. I needed to find it for answers, but at the same time I was scared at what it might hold. I
EDWARDSI walked out into the hallway, ensuring Kristen I’d be right back.“Hi Charlie.”“How are you doing, bud?”“Fine, considering. What’s up?”“I’ve got great news for you. Custody is yours, obviously. Amber will be in jail for a long time after this. They’re thinking at least fifteen years. And she won’t be allowed near the kids once she’s out.”“She deserves more than that.”“Ain’t that the truth. But listen, this also means, you won’t have to write another child support check in your life.”I grinned cheek to cheek. My kids were mine, fully mine. Finally. But then my grin fell, remembering the bomb that had just been dropped on me. The last thing Charlie had said wasn’t necessarily true. I didn’t know what the future held with Kristen and my child that she was carrying. I knew what I wanted, though. I wanted a family, one that was complete and whole.I thanked Charlie and hung up. I rushed back into Kristen’s room, knowing what I needed to do.“So?” she asked.“It’s official.
EDWARDSI fought with police officers for what seemed like hours, as patrons continued to stream out of the bar. I stopped to examine each one. None were my daughter.“She’s still in there! What are you guys waiting for?”I just kept screaming and they just kept ignoring me. I tried to run in myself a few times, but each time I was caught by an officer and dragged back behind the wall of squad cars they had formed in front of Rita’s.“We have to do this strategically, so no one gets hurt,” the commander told me after my third attempt to get in.After some discussion, they decided to call the bar, in hopes that Amber would answer and that they could talk her off the ledge. I jumped nervously back and forth on my feet as he tried to reason with her. He hung up.“She wants money.”“What else is new? How much?”“A million.”“What?!”“You won’t be giving her a penny. Now that we know she won’t reason with us, we’ll come up with a plan to force entry and remove your daughter as safely as p
KRISTENI pulled up to Rita’s just fifteen minutes after Edwards and I had spoken still reeling from my conversation with Wally. I had to find a way to stop Carter from purchasing the house, but I had larger priorities right now. I took the handicap spot out front. I figured if I didn’t find anything, I’d be gone before anyone knew it. And if I did find Candace, then I had bigger things to worry about than illegal parking.I ran inside, leaving my purse and phone in the car. I burst through the front door and scanned the bar area. It was filled with burly men in flannel and jean jackets. Almost every single one had facial hair. The bartender was an older woman, with a heavy spray tan and wrinkled skin.No sign of Amber or Candace yet, I walked in further. As I walked forward, my flip flops squaked on the sticky, tiled floor. There was squished popcorn and spilled beer coating most of it. In the middle of the room was an aged pool table and nailed to the wall were a couple slightly ti
EDWARDSI hung up with Kristen, hopeful that we might be onto something. I called the cops right away and updated them. I told them that Kristen would be to Rita’s very soon, and that they needed to meet her there ASAP. I was fairly certain Kristen had been right that Amber wasn’t dangerous enough to hurt her, but I didn’t want to take any chances. They assured me they’d have officers on the scene as quickly as they could.I gave Samson a rub on the head.“We’re gonna find her, bud.”He whimpered beside me. I didn’t want to consider the fact that we could be way off. Amber and Candace could be well past Rita’s by now, and potentially even out of the state. I had tried the phone tracking app several times, but Candace’s phone was still off. Amber must have taken it from her.No matter how hard I tried to rationalize it from Amber’s perspective, I just couldn’t understand why she’d do this, unless she really had just gone off the deep end. Nothing she gained from this aligned with any
KRISTENI got back to the motel around noon. I applied for a secretarial position very close to here last evening and got a call back almost immediately. They seemed desperate, and so was I. I scheduled an interview for the next day and here I was. I thought the interview went quite well, actually.The job didn’t pay anything special, but it would do. After a few weeks there, I’d have enough to start making rent payments. I’d be out of this motel in no time, or at least well before the baby came. I wasn’t immensely excited about typing memos and completing invoices all day, but work was work. I didn’t have the luxury of being picky right now. I also called my landlord and got out of my lease in San Francisco. I told them to scrap anything I had left, which earned a few curse words.I hung up and sat back on the motel’s floral print couch that I thought was probably from the seventies at the earliest. There were several stains that could have been from any decade quite honestly. I tho
EDWARDSI woke up the next morning, forced to remember for a split second everything that had happened the day prior. I laid in bed and crossed my arms over my face as I thought of Kristen and her betrayal. I saw what Dudley had written, how Kristen was supposed to get her inheritance. Her newfound interest in apples made all too much sense now.I knew she was probably desperate after losing her job, but that didn't make it right. What hurt me the most was that after all we had shared with one another and all that trust I assumed we had built, she still didn’t trust me enough to let me help her. I had wanted to provide for her and I would have gladly helped her get back on her feet. She was just too stubborn to let me.I pushed my sheets back and got out of bed, more determined than ever to get full custody of my kids back. After getting ready with Samson hovering by my side—he knew something was wrong with me—I called Candace.I tried several times, but her phone kept going straight
“It’s none of your business.”Before I could reach over and grab it, Edwards picked it up, sifting through the worn yellow pages.“Did Dudley write this?”My face had gone pale white. I gulped and nodded. It was the second half of the journal, the one that detailed most of Dudley’s plan to steal TruFruit’s patent.“To you?” He asked, continuing to scour it.I nodded again, having no words for him at this moment. How dare he? This argument is about him and his lies.“So, we were right then? He was fired.”I didn’t respond to this inquiry. He didn’t even look up to see if I had answered. After a few moments, he found the note that had fallen out of the journal when I first found it. I stuffed it back in between the pages, so I wouldn't lose it. I watched his face morph into despair.“He wanted you to rip me off?”I stood still.“Were you going to do it?”I was frozen in place.“How could you?”I wasn’t going to bother telling him that I hadn’t planned to go through with any of it. The f
EDWARDSI walked into the other room and talked to Charlie in a hushed tone, hoping to make Sabrina squirm a bit. As I did so, I heard footsteps on the stairs. I looked over to see Candace running down them with a duffel bag.“One second Charlie.” I put the phone to my side and approached my daughter who was angling toward the front door.“Where do you think you’re going?” I asked her.“My friend’s house.”“Who gave you permission to do that? We have some things to talk about, Candace.”“Not interested.” She reached for the knob.“Hey!” I yelled to her, in a firm tone I rarely used. She turned on her heels, one arm on her hip and the other clutching her overnight bag.“You know, maybe you should save the parenting for all of the kids you haven’t told me about yet.”“Candace!”She opened the door and I ran out after her, Charlie still waiting on the line.“Sweetheart, wait! Let me at least explain!”“No! I’m sick of being constantly disappointed by you and mom!”Candace ran towards a b
I responded to Kristen’s text, telling her I’d be over in a couple hours. I wasn’t expecting a package, so it was either a mistake or a ruse to get me into bed. My heart sped up at the thought.A couple hours later, I was on Kristen’s doorstep ringing the doorbell, ready for whatever surprise she had waiting. But when the door opened, I found myself completely caught off guard. A small boy stood below me, looking up with piercing blue eyes. I looked up and a small blonde came out from the kitchen.“Sabrina,” I gasped. “What the hell are you doing here?”“They lost the keys to the house. It’s been lovely meeting your fiancée and son, Mr. McLean,” Kristen said to me from the living room, her tone ice cold.“We have a lot to talk about, darling. And I’ve been waiting for you all day.” Sabrina grabbed her purse and the backpack from the hangers by the front door and met me outside. “Thanks for your hospitality, Miss?”“Washington. Kristen Washington. And you’re welcome,” Kristen responded