Why is the timing always wrong? I think it's s too late for them now. and Why do I feel like Latton should be with Lucius instead of Lucian!?! ***DON'T FORGET TO ADD THE STORY ON YOUR LIBRARY #VOTE #BladeAndSieve #LucianAndLatton #LattonAndLucian #HeyStranger
BEFORE the clock reaches ten o’clock, Lucian and Malena arrive at the nearest hospital where the doctor conducts a series of tests which later confirm that she is indeed pregnant. The doctor advised them to have another check-up in a bigger hospital in the city and get an ultrasound to determine the age of the growing baby inside her, as their facility could only cater for basic check-ups. "We are having a baby, and you don’t look happy?" She mumbles as they walk to the hospital corridor, her hand wrapped around his arm. "I am happy. It’s just that everything felt surreal." He responded while giving her an assuring smile. Out of nowhere she blurted out. "We need to get married real soon, babe. The sooner, the better." Lucian stops dead in his tract. "Can we wait till the child is born?" "No!" She yells. "Stop calling it 'the child', it's 'our child', our baby." She emphasizes then continued. "My parents will disown me. You know how they are." His eyes widened, then he realized h
ALICIA woke up early and discreetly got out of bed, tiptoeing out of the room to make sure George would not wake up. She's planning to go to Lucian. She felt that something was not right with him, but she couldn't pinpoint what it was. Then she remembers how he stared at Lucius and Latton's table yesterday. The look in his eyes brought a lump in her throat. That's the same gaze he had when he was younger, and it scared her that he might behave like before, and he might hurt someone again. She reached his room and knocked multiple times, but he did not answer. She tried dialing his phone, but the calls were going to voicemail. His heart was pounding and unsure what to do next. Then she saw John go out of his room. She immediately marched towards him. "John!" Her voice startled him, he almost shrieked. "Mrs. Caldwell, good morning. You are up early." He says, his voice cracking as if he is going to puberty again. With a trembling and frantic voice she asks, "Have you seen Lucian?" He
“I AM claiming it!” He says triumphantly. Her eyes widened, staring at him. She furrowed her brows, unable to fathom what she had just heard. “What?” She yelled. “Are you backing down with your words, Sieve?” He says in a low alluring voice as he moves close to her, picking her up from the chair. “You will accompany me till I get married.” “Don’t call me that name and what happens to *I don't think that will ever happen to me. I’m going to marry the love of my life*” She says mockingly. “Aren’t you a bit feisty? I will call you whatever I want to call you, or maybe you want to get punished?” He says while whispering to her ear and blowing air into her neck, causing the hair on her body to rise. “I haven’t agreed to anything. If I do, I certainly will not do it here.” She mumbles while stepping away from him. He held her by the arm, then said, “How about a car ride? I haven’t fuck you in the car.” She didn't have the time to react, when from behind he put his arms around her neck,
"I HAVE been waiting for you. What did you do after I left you at Miss Ripley’s door?" John asks as he walks around Lucian’s room. "We just talked about an old agreement we had." "What kind of agreement?" He asks as he shoots a suspicious gaze on his friend. "The kind that I enjoy." John gasped then shook his head in shock. He immediately understood what Lucian meant and he didn't like it. "Oh no! Lucian. Are you banging her? —What about her baby, Lucius, Malena, your baby? That’s too much drama." Lucian smiles. "She’s not pregnant and Lucius is her cousin. They treat each other like siblings nothing more nothing less." "So she’s single and ready to mingle but you’re not. It’s unfair to her." He wants to retort John’s words but he is unable to form a concrete reason to justify his actions. He sighs and sits on the chair, his hand covering his face. He seemed to be thinking deeply when John broke the silence. "I don’t want to be this kind of person but…" He stops mid-sentence,
BUZZ… BUZZ… BUZZ… An annoying sound woke Latton up. When she opens her eyes the man beside her is still asleep. She gently stood and marched away from him to answer her phone that was on the table. Before she could reach it a hand gently tugged the hem of her skirt. She stared back at him, his now sitting on the couch looking at her with those alluring light brown eyes of his. “Where are you going?” He asks, his voice a bit dry and weary. She gestured at her phone. Still buzzing, the light of the screen is dancing waiting to be answered. She answered it and heard Lucius on the other line. “Where are you?” “I’m… I …” Stuttering. Unsure how to explain. “Um... I’m in a meeting. I still have things to do, so don’t wait for me.” She says in a low voice while discreetly glancing at Lucian. Without waiting for any response she disconnects the call. “What time is it?” He asks, still seated and comfortably leaning on the couch’s backrest. Eyes closed. Head tilted upward. Hand rubbing the
LUCIAN was sitting in his car staring blankly into the parking lot. Still annoyed at what Latton did to him. He sneered to himself. He lit a cigar and started the car engine when suddenly his phone rang. He didn’t check who it was but had an idea. It became a norm for Malena to call him after work hours. He answered the phone in a sweet but detached tone, “Hi, babe. Do you have any particular cravings today?” The other line was silent. “Hello, Malena?” She sighs deeply then says with a hint of sorrow in her voice, “I’m not babe. It’s just me. Latton.” His eyes widen, and then immediately double-checks his phone. “Hey.” “D..o.. do you want to go out for a drink?” She asks, her voice is low, almost whispering. “Sure.” He responded with a smile on his lips. “Pick me up on 5th Avenue?” “As you wish.” He disconnected the call and sped away to her location. In ten minutes he arrived. She’s still wearing her work clothes. Black buttoned-up shirt, black suit jacket, and a gray pencil-
ITS SIX o’clock in the evening when they arrived at the Tavern but before they got out Lucian gave two things to her. She’s uncomfortable with it but gave in otherwise. They sat on one of the booths facing each other far from the dance floor. They ordered dinner then followed by drinks. They both opt to drink beer. They drank in silence, Latton was about to take another sip when suddenly she felt something move inside her. It jolted her, and instinctively touched her belly, she thought she had already drank too much. The movement continued and soon she let out a soft moan. "What was that?" She asks as she stares at him with all smiles holding his phone. "What?" He asks. Fully aware of what he did. He then taps on his phone and it sends her in a spiral of intoxicating pleasure, leaving her grabbing the table as the sudden change in the vibration is too strong to ignore. He laughs at her. "Are you controlling the thing using your phone?" She asks. Before entering the Tavern he inser
MONDAY at nine o’clock in the morning. The owner of Mist Prix personally joined the meeting that was held in the C. I conference room. The meeting was joined by John, Lucian, and George. Meanwhile, Thalia the Mist Prix owner was with her secretary and a lawyer. “We are happy that you had the time to meet us early on a Monday, Miss Smith,” George says gleefully. “I always have time for business George, please just call me Thalia.” She responded with a smile on her face. George nods. After exchanging pleasantries. Lucian gave a rundown on where they are on the project and the target date of completion. Thalia is pleased with the figures and everything went smoothly. “Brilliant, everything is brilliant. What they say is true. Caldwell International does have the best father and son tandem in business.” She exclaimed with glee in her tone and a tint of jealousy. I feel that I made the right decision. “Thank you for your kind words, Thalia,” said Lucian. “How about we go out for an