Hannah and I walked like slaves that were being led to their death. I could see the struggle on her face as she tried to think of encouraging words to tell me. “Maybe we can beg Dr Patel. Have him lie about the paternity results?”“I don’t think he’ll do that.”She let out a sigh, “Things are going very badly.”They were.And at the center of the drama was a kid that didn’t ask for any of this.A child that Pierce was all too willing to take away from me. “Here we are!” Trevor said, stopping in front of a white door with kid’s stickers on it. An oddly happy setting to my dreadful task. He pushed it open and I walked in. Patel was waiting and ready. “Right this way Miss Myra, there’s a hospital gown for you to change into.” He pointed in the direction of curtains. My eyes followed his motion but my body stayed still.“Miss Myra?” He called.“Come on Myra, get in there. It’s just a test.” Trevor added.“No.” I found myself saying. “No it’s not just a test.” It was a procedure that
PIERCE…He paced the room again with his hands in hip hips. What would he do with Myra? he wondered for the hundredth time that day. She had made her demands and when he wanted to visit her apartment, she was gone. Trevor was supposed to have Hannah’s address to him by now. He grabbed his phone from the exercise bike and scrolled through his notifications. Trevor himself seemed to be playing some kind of game. Pierce was sure he saw a sparkle in his eyes when he informed him of Myra’s contract. She would be getting one, that was for sure. But not the one she was asking for.He wished he could see her face, when she was speaking to Trevor. His cock jerked at the thought. There was something different about her now, like a switch was flipped and she let out a little brat. One that intrigued him more than he’d like to admit. He resisted the urge to go to Trevor’s office and shake the address out of him. But he reminded himself to stay cool and collected. He could not let the tough ex
My ears perked up.Hannah waved her hand dismissively, “I was there when you spoke to Myra, “So I’m guessing SHE told you that I wanted her to abort. We clearly need to talk.”He didn’t want me to abort? There was no way. He was bluffing. Trying to get me out so he could then force me.“So…you don’t want her to abort?” Hannah questioned, now unsure. Most of the venom had left her voice.“Yes, Hannah. Now, will you let me see her?”She crossed her hands over her chest, and glanced back at the house “I think there’s been a misunderstanding, maybe they should talk.” Damien spoke to Hannah softly. They both turned to the house, forcing me to move from my hiding spot. I stopped by the entrance, and waited as Pierce’s eyes roamed over my sweater clad body. “You’ll be having this conversation inside, that way you can’t wack her over the head with a plank and stuff her in your boot.”“Whatever you want.” Pierce said drily, his eyes never leaving mine. They all piled in and Damien and Hann
I knew Pierce had gotten the DNA results when he called me to get my sister ready for the move. He had already made arrangements for my things to be boxed and moved to his house, from my apartment.For the second time, I made Lily pack her life up. She seemed more upset now, than the last time, and I found myself defending Pierce’s actions while admitting to the mistakes I made.“You have to understand, Lily. He’s not like us…”“…It was my fault I should’ve told him from the start…”“….yes, I know, but I was the one who assumed that he would want me to abort, he didn’t say it…”She only stopped arguing after Hannah told her to not stress me and the baby further. She might have taken it too literally because she refused to utter a word to me. I got answers to my questions in grunts or nod of head. The ride to our new home was silent.As we entered the place, I realized why Pierce had called this place a house instead of a home. There was nothing personal in it. No pictures nothing.
I rubbed my eyes roughly as I woke up from a bad night. I didn’t even know when I’d fallen asleep. I had just been too tired.With my eyes still closed, I swung my feet to the ground frowning when I contacted cold tiled floors. That wasn’t right. I had a dark grey rug underneath my bed, the fluff on it made me look forward to my mornings.I gave up on feeling for the rug and got up. I decided I would just use the restroom and plan my life day from there. I’d managed a few steps with my eyes half closed before I connected with a barrier. I peeled one eye open to peer down at it.Plain boxes with random labels were stacked on each other. How did that get there? I wondered as my sleep brain adjusted.There were several boxes on the floor, some pen and empty and others still seasoned, as a matter of fact this place looked nothing like my. Cozy home with its blaring white walls and cruel floors. It wasn’t my family home either.I had just began panicking when I recalled the events of the p
How could she tell that from my face alone?She shrugged. “Mr. Blackwood is a very silent man, when you work with someone like that you learn to tell facial expressions better.” She answered the question in my head.“Then why didn’t you just answer the original question in my head?” I joked,She stopped whisking the egg and looked at me. “I can tell you’re nervous, but I don’t know what about. Perhaps moving here? Or you’re worried about your sister, or is it Mr. Blackwood?”“Wow, you should open a fortune telling shop, maybe Pierce could invest.”The corners of her lips twitched up again before she bent her head to continue her task.“I was actually wondering if he has gone out to work already.” I started tentatively.“A couple hours ago, and he comes back even later. Rinse and repeat.” She responded. Of course some of the nights or mornings he came back late he was with me, tangled up in my sheets.Angie glanced at me and my cheeks colored. God I hope her psychic powers were not t
Derek stopped the car opposite the address I had given him before he peered at the park.“Closed.” He stated before he turned back to look at me.I opened the car door and slipped out immediately.“Woah Woah Woah!” He blocked my path, “where do you think you’re going, the park is closed.”I rolled my eyes. “There’s a coffee shop right there behind you. Could it not be possible that I’m going there?”He turned behind him and I used to opportunity to move closer to the empty road. “Miss Myra!” he called after me, following as I crossed the street to the closed park. Two men stood guard from the gates. I rooted in my bag for my ID as I said hello to them. After I showed them my card, the gates were opened.“What kind of park is this?” He asked with a frown marring his face.“The kind that is closed till filming is over.” One of the security guys answered, still holding the gate open for me. I turned to face Derek with an apologetic smile on my face. “I’m sorry I had to fool you into
I could just keep on walking. Pretend like I didn’t hear her voice past others talking but everyone had practically gone silent and were either watching us, or had gone back to work. I spun on my heel to face her. “Oh! you can’t believe my surprise when O’Malley said you called, ready to resume. The thought of me almost drowning filled my head and I flinched when Tami touched me.I could not tell if she had noticed it and she was ignoring it because she squeezed me into a hug. Lucky it was over quickly. “How are you? How is the…”The child I was carrying for your possible husband? “Great. She’s doing great.”I could not have imagined the look that flashed across her face, could I?She smiled, “it was such an unfortunate incident, I can’t help but blame myself, I should’ve done better as the AD. I owe you my heartfelt apologies.”“Oh don’t be silly miss Baker, it was an accident.” One of the workers spoke up.“Yeah, sometimes you make plans and life makes its own.” A woman added, bef
He had the guts to look at me like I was the problem in this situation. His bushy brows were furrowed as he scowled, his eyes showing equal parts of desire and annoyance. Ditto.“Going out with Hannah?” He questioned. “This isn’t your usual filming getup.“Well excuse me, fashion police, but you need to get out of my house!” He looked at my face finally, then around the house like cockroaches were crawling all over the place. “Really Myra? This? This is what you settled on finally? It’s a dump. Why didn’t you take the apartment I offered?”“And be indebted to you even more? No fucking thank you.” It felt so hot in the house. I had Pierce to blame for that. He was only standing by the doorway, but he managed to fill the room so far all I could see was him, all I could smell was him, all I could think for crying out loud was him! I wanted him gone. “Now if you would be kind enough…LEAVE.”“You can’t be serious Myra.” He started, moving into the room further. “did you even have a look a
I typed the name into google, having never heard the name before. Scrolling and reading while I peeled another pepperoni slice off my pizza. The mythological wife of Yahweh according to the Canaanite pantheon. Mother of sacred trees…Erased from history like most divine females. I slowed my chewing till it came to a halt. That last bit sounded familiar.A notification from Carter popped up on my screen. I opened it.-I understand that it could be taken the wrong way. But I consider her a powerful deity. Queen of the heavens. I think looking at you feels like I’m looking at the sky. I sat up on the bed and pushed my tongue through my cheek as I read the text over and over, trying to find a double meaning, or hidden insult. There were none.-I like Asherah. I texted back.l-I’m relieved. More dots hovered and I waited. Peeling a single pepperoni from the top of my pizza. -Would you like to have lunch with me tomorrow?”I looked at the text silently.-yes* * *The next d
Trevor emerged from beside the cars lined in the lot in a tailored armani suit. A simple engraved stainless steel brooch on his collared vest. Forever the stylish icon. “Miss Myra. You look good.” He gave a quick appraisal of my clothes.“Good to see you too Trevor.” I said, not slowing my pace. “I would ask if you missed me but I can guess why you’re here.”“Doing Mr Blackwood's dirty work obviously, now could you make my life easier and wait?”I stopped and crossed my hand over my chest and waited for him to catch up to me. “Was Pierce here today?” I did see someone watching us while we filmed, I couldn’t have imagined a whole human being no matter how bothered I was by him.He crossed his own hands in a similar fashion. “Do you really want me to answer that?”“Yes.”“Alright. He left the office- after acting like piss, I might add- then he returned even more pissy and handed me back the documents he had me painstakingly work on, and told me to meet you here.”“So yes?” That meant
I moved back, my eyes glued on Roberto as he stalked me with a wild look in his eyes. My legs hit the edge of the bedframe and I let myself fall back just as he reached for me. He creeped up my body slowly, hovering over my lips. I crashed my lips onto his a split second later. Here, at this moment, I wasn’t Myra. I was Amber Farnworth, a woman who had a harem of men at her beck and call. She didn’t love a man for over four years without him reciprocating, or lose a child.I twisted my head to the side to evade Roberto’s lips and he buried kisses in my neck. A simple movement caught my eye. Past the camera pointed on us on the bed, past the other stage crew or actors…Pierce? My heart skipped, filling me with more need than I could summon for this scene. Could it be him? I wasn’t sure. A cast member shifted slightly and when they returned back to their former position the figure was gone.“Myra, don’t break the fourth wall.” O’Malley called through the mega phone and Roberto sighed in
Hannah helped me lift the last of my things up the stairs to my new apartment. “So you like him?” Hannah asked as we rested at the top of the stairs. I had explained Carter’s words on an attempt to sort through what I was feeling. I didn’t know what it was. I chucked it up to guilt for treating him the same way Pierce treated me; assuming the worst of me. “I don’t like him. I’m just…conflicted.” Don’t get defensive, it’s not bad if you do like him.” I let out an exasperated sigh. “I just lost a child Hannah, not to mention the breakup with Pierce. I can’t ‘like’ anyone right now.” We picked up the bean bag and waddled all the way to my apartment. Heaving as we dropped the bag in the center of the living room. “God you should’ve asked Derek to help.” “Nope.” I answered, collapsing on the bag. As he drive me home after the sordid affair in the parking lot, he informed me that he was quitting. Derek was a good guy, and I would miss his company, but this gave us an opportun
“This looks rather cozy.” I said, stepping a step back and hitting Carter. His hands went around my waist to steady me. “It does? I didn’t notice.” There was a hint of laughter in his voice. When I glanced up, he was smiling at me. “I hear they have good food. We grab a bite and then we leave, it isn’t a big deal.” He cocked his head to the side, “not unless you make it.”“No it’s fine.” I stepped away from him, relieved that his hands freed me easily. I wasn’t even dressed for that kind of thing. I looked out of place here and I liked it that way. A server stopped by us with a smile and spoke to Carter while I hung in the background. When they were done speaking, he led me to a booth not far from the entrance. A smart choice since it eliminated the cozy feel.“So do you checkout new restaurants often?” I asked after we had been given menus.The crinkles in his eyes deepened. “I do, actually. Jace has acting as a hobby and I fancy myself some kind of food critic.” I raised a brow. “T
“O’Malley is certainly working us to death.” Jace said as he collapsed on the ground in the part of the woods we were shooting. I was wearing a sleeveless shirt and would rather avoid the sand totally, but was too exhausted to mind. I joined him on the floor, resting my head on his belly. Sophia, Bianca, Roberto and the others joined us on the floor or rested their backs against the trees.“How’s your play date with your brother going?” I asked Jace.I felt him shift under me. “Perfect. We are supposed to have one today actually.”“Is it cancelled?” A little part of me wanted to see Carter. Roberto saying he was flirting with me had forced the idea i to my head and it wouldn’t leave. Was I really so stuck up on Pierce that I couldn’t tell when a guy was openly flirting with me?“I’m trying to figure out how to cancel.”“You don’t want to join your family’s company.”“I’m just not ready for that part of my life yet. If only my parents would let me be for a while.” “I think we did go
I chewed on my lip and glanced back at the set. “I’ll have to decline. O’Malley’s is in the zone right now and could call me and Roberto anytime soon, I don’t wanna go AWOL on him.”Carter nodded sharply, his smile still bright and disarming. “Of course, I understand. Can’t steal the star of the show without warning. Maybe next time?”“For sure.” I smiled back. It felt good to smile.“See you around, Myra.” He gave a small salute in Roberto’s direction and walked away, my eyes still trainedbon his figure. I thought about how different he was from Pierce, with the charming easy smiles and calming demeanor. Carter still kept this boyish high school vibe, and he made it work.“Now that is how a rich man flirts.” Robert said. He had placed his hands behind his head and was smirking at me. The fabric of his shirt had gone up, exposing an inch of skin. I peeled my eyes away from there and focused on his words.“Flirting?”“Oh yeah.” I scoffed, “he wasn’t flirting with me, he’s just really
I stood at the hospital reception desk, my eyes fixed on the woman typing away on her computer. "Room or common room?" I asked, forcing my voice to be louder than it could go.She scrolled through the screen, her brow furrowed in concentration. "She's in her room today. She wanted to stay in bed."I nodded, settling back into the dull ache in my chest. I trudged up the stairs, and as I reached my mother's room, pushed open the door and stepped inside.It was dimly lit, I noticed a live plant in her room with wilting leaves. My mother sat in a chair, her legs swathed in a vibrant blanket with small flowery squares that I recognised as the project she had been working on. My lips tugged upwards briefly and my heart swelled. At least one of us was able to finish what we started.I swallowed hard, trying to hold back the tears that threatened to spill over. When I breathed out, it felt easier.“That looks gorgeous, mum.” I commented, and planted a kiss on the top of her hair. “You finally