-- Grizelda --“Grizelda,” He called my name from behind and my breath seized.I knew he was coming to talk to me and most of all, I'd seen him speaking with my son but pretended not to notice. I was pissed at Vicky for not keeping to her word and I had to hurriedly send a random woman to help me rescue Leo. Thank goodness that she had quickly agreed to help me. After all, the woman had seemed so excited to witness me talk to her like I was some goddess or angel.Slowly, I turned away from the group of women I was giving a bit of my attention to and faced Alexander. Silently, I prayed to God that this wasn't about Leo. That he hadn't noticed Leo's resemblance with him or I doubted I was ready to answer any of his questions. He didn't deserve any answers. He didn't deserve anything at all that concerned me and my life. Not anymore.I tried to keep a cool and distant expression as I stared into his hazel eyes that was no different from Leo's ones. Leo was the cutest child I ever laid my
-- Grizelda --The next morning, the loud sound of my alarm pinched through my ears. I dragged myself from bed even though I knew I had no plans of leaving the house. I decided to work from home this time.I stepped into the shower first thing and took a cold bath before wrapping myself in a thick bathrobe and heading down the stairs to be sure Leo hadn't gone to school yet. I needed to see him. I needed to see the face that lighted my soul and gave me reason to stay alive in this cruel world.He sat at the dining table, all focus on the breakfast dished before him by my dutiful maids and not noticing me as I stood watching from afar. I took in a sharp breath while staring at his face. The way he smiled. The way he furrowed his brow when he concentrated. It was like staring at the man I once loved, himself. As much as I distanced myself from Alexander, Leo remained the subtle reminder that Alexander’s presence was still everywhere in my life.And I kept that truth all to myself. Away
-- Alexander --I was foolish. I was stupid. I couldn't believe how I could have acted so rashly at the welcome party. Confronting her like that. The only chance I had to clear my wrongs and I used it to lash out at her instead, making things worse for myself. Now, she'd never forgive me. And I wouldn't even know if I'd be able to see her, again.I dragged my hand furiously down my face and hastily loosened my tie, expanding the knotted space around my neck while I felt like it was choking me. I felt restless. I stood up from my office chair and began to pace back and forth.Still feeling frustrated, I walked back to my desk and swept everything off the surface, angrily, from paper to files to documents and even the mug of coffee which had been brought for me earlier this morning. "Arghhh!!! Alex, you're so stupid!" I screamed, knocking everything off without a care and the mug fell to the ground, shattering in pieces. I ran my hand through my hair afterwards and pulled at it.I felt
-- Alexander --All over again, the same thing was happening to me. I stared down at her for as long as I could and it was like time itself had stopped. I could hear the sound of my heart beating loud without an ounce of control. I felt dazed just like I had felt at her welcome party. How the fact that she had been so close to me after pulling her to my chest had done wondrous things to my soul. She was the most beautiful creature I'd ever laid my eyes on.Just like the time of the party, I felt like she was feeling the same for me and I wondered if it were my imagination. It was like she stared back at me with just about the same amount of lust in her eyes. I couldn't tell if it were ridiculous to think so. But I felt the strong force to bring my head closer towards her and steal a kiss from her lips. Just to remember how she tasted like. I was dying to remember how her lips felt like against mine.Apart from that, I tried to use a little bit of logic while I shifted from thinking wi
-- Grizelda --The living room felt like the best place to work. I chose to settle into the deep cushions of the sofa, enjoying the soothing, quiet moment of my abode which wrapped around me like a blanket. I should've felt at peace but maybe half at it.A cup of tea which waited for me to take only my third sip, sat on the side table, probably feeling abandoned already. The brightest light came through the floor-to-ceiling windows, the sun casting it's golden hue on every object close by and lighting up the house as much as it could in the day. I had financial reports laid out before me, which I flicked through and tried to focus on. Trying not to be bothered by anything else.The reports were positive, the numbers were good, the projections solid but the constant thoughts that rained in my head wouldn't let me feel at ease.Clearly, my mind pictured on and on the awkward moment Alexander and I had shared yet again. How our eyes had locked for that one very brief moment, stirring up
-- Alexander --The gala was crowded and lively just as I expected it to be. My eyes scanned the room, searching for Grizelda. I finally found her. Thankfully, she was alone. I felt my best shot eagerly waiting for me to take it.From afar, I could easily tell the reason my heart refused to let go. Long before knowing about the wealth she had, there had always been something about her. Something rare. Something to fathom about.Currently, her dark hair hung up, exposing the delicious curve of her fair neck. The perfect elegant shape of her body was thrown into a deep red dress, the kind that commanded attention, the kind that would make any man swoon at a single glance. But it wasn’t just the dress. It was her. The way she carried herself now, like she cared about no one in particular. And why would she? She’d morphed into an unimaginable version of herself. She didn’t need anyone. Not even me.But I knew exactly what I was here for. I started pushing my way toward her and just as I g
-- Alexander --Her lips were soft and supple. Heavenly, just as I imagined them to be. I couldn't have helped it. I snaked my hands around her waist, pressing her tight against me, eager to do much more than that. Eager to sweep her off her feet, making sure that her legs were clutched around my waist while I'd unzip my pants and slide right into her middle. I didn't feel her kiss me back on her own accord, yet I continued while I felt myself losing control.In the end, she pushed her hand against my chest to slowly break the kiss. Her breathing was the opposite of steady as I'd taken most of her breath away and now I watched her try to regain it."Alexander." She whispered my name.I pinched my eyes closed, half expecting a slap to meet me across my face for the stupid action I just made. But nothing came and I opened my eyes. Her eyes were still fixed on me and tears were beginning to rain from them.I felt like I'd just fucked up and the force to regret my actions began to sink in
-- Grizelda --He walked away and it felt like he took my heart along with him. The tears didn't stop rolling down my cheeks and I bit my lip till I tasted blood. I felt a mix of anger and pain. Pain caused by an overwhelming feeling of sadness. I felt broken and unable to be fixed again.Was this how little he thought of me? Was this how he wanted to play things? There was no other reason for what he just fucking did! He was using me, toying with my feelings! I wrapped my arms tightly around each other as I felt the chill run through my skin. Vicky came right in time and before he was completely out of sight, they passed by each other, her eyebrows shooting up like she didn't know he was present at the gala all along."Was that animal just here alone with you?" She quickened her pace towards me and her eyes became wide as soon as they focused on my face. "Griz, are you okay?""No, Vicky." My voice broke out and my eyes brewed with more tears than I could ever control. "I think you'
-- Alexander --The afternoon light poured into my office and radiated off the polished wood of my desk. The financial report I’d been working on untouched for the past hour on my computer screen stared back at me. My head was in another dimension. I kept thinking of my argument with my mother.Grizelda’s supposed betrayal with Jax Grey still played in my head.It was a story I believed to be true all those years ago. Lucy showed me the so called evidence of Grizelda's infidelity. She cried and consoled me, telling me I deserved better. I wasn’t in the right frame of mind to be logical then.But now? All I could think of was if there must be more to the stor I should know about.I leaned back in my chair as I stared at the ceiling deep in my thoughts. My head was completely filled with doubt. Could it really be that something did go on between Jax and Grizelda, or could those photos have been entirely fake, purposely made to look that way? Probably edited too.Those photos always felt
-- Grizelda --The custody fight hanged over me like a dark and unrelenting storm. Even in my leisure time, I was unable to relax because of the heaviness I felt when I thought about it. Margaret not only wanted to take away Leo from me but my identity. I didn’t know what else I was asides being a mother.I decided to bury myself in work but little good did that do. The numbers and quotations just blurred into one huge mess of gibberish before my eyes. I leaned back in my chair as I rubbed my temples. I needed to keep busy otherwise my mind would spiral into places I didn’t want it to go. I couldn’t afford to fall apart now.A soft knock on the door startled me.“Come in,” I called. I bent over the papers scattered on my table. I needed to appear or give the impression I was busy.Vicky stepped inside, a steaming cup of tea in her hands. She had always been proactive, sorting my needs before I even knew. I gave her a grateful look, my eyes twinkling with delight as it expressed the r
-- Alexander --"You have crossed a line." I said as my voice trembled with anger.My mother who stood in the centre of my office didn’t flinch at my tone, she didn’t even blink. She just stood there, arms folded with a rigid posture as the cold matriarch she has always been."Leo is my grandson," Her words were measured and deliberate. "He belongs in the Kingston family."Her words sent my mind reeling. I glared as I launched myself to my full height. "Leo stays with his mother," I snapped. "And you had no right to serve Grizelda custody papers without my blessing. What were you thinking?""I was thinking about Leo’s future. Your son's future." she said with an icy tone "The Kingston's name. The legacy you seem so fixated on ruining."I could barely restrain my anger as my hands were clenched into fists. "This has nothing to do with legacy. This is about Leo. He’s a child, not some object to be added to the Kingston's collection. No matter what the case may be."Her lips curled into
-- Grizelda --Sleep was worlds away from me as I tossed on the bed. I turned and checked the time. It was 5.55 AM. My head kept racing. She actually went through with it. The court papers kept flashing through my head.I read the summons and my heart felt like it was being overrun. The writing was cold and threatened to overwhelm me. I told myself that no court was going to give custody of Leo to her. It just didn’t make any sense. It wasn’t enough, the fear still lingered. I could feel it creeping slowly into my mind like something I couldn’t escape.I sat up on my bed. I could see the first light of dawn coming up the horizon. My room instantly felt too small to contain the storm that threatened to spill over inside me. I stood up and made my way to the kitchen. I hoped a cup of coffee might be able to make me relax.The silence of the house was broken by the gentle whisper of the kettle. I rested my body against the kitchen counter and just stared lazily at the vapor escaping from
-- Grizelda --I was folding laundry and shuffling my feet to music from my sound system, when I heard the knock on the door. I stopped and listened. I wasn't expecting anybody today. The knock was consistent and sharp. The visitor was rather impatient.I frowned as I wondered who that could be. I imagined Vicky being the one. It could be her. I dropped the semi folded clothes in my hands and made for the door.I opened the door and came face to face to the last person I ever expected see. Alexander's mother. She stood in front of me with a proud stance and a disdainful look on her face.How did I not know not know that was finally discharged from the hospital? Alexander should have told me, but he didn't. At least, I expected him to, considering our last encounter. Unless he was still sad about everything I told him.His mother sized me from head to toe with that look of disdain permanently etched on her face.I decided to play it cool. It was obvious she was here for a fight and I w
-- Alexander --The strong smell of sanitizer hung in the air as I sat down beside my mother's bed. I had barely touched the food beside me. All my attention was on her. I watched her chest fall and rise in rhythm as she breathed. She looked frail and old. The woman I saw on the bed was far from the vibrant assertive woman that I had known my whole life.The doctor already said she would gain consciousness anytime soon but it didn't make it any easier for me. The message on her phone was stuck in my head.'Spencer is not your real grandson. Your son has been lying to you. He's impotent and will never give you a grandchild.'My stomach twisted every time I thought about it. Whoever sent that message had done more damage in one moment than I could ever hope to repair."Alex?" My mother called out with a faint voice. I leaned forward towards to her, my heart beating faster."Mom," I called her, relief flooded my cells. She blinked several times in a bid to focus her vision. She finally f
-- Grizelda --The hospital room was dark and quiet with the faint hum of machines the only sound in the room.I almost changed my mind from coming here. I didn't know if he would want me around after all that happened the last time we spoke. I casted all those thoughts aside and raced down to the hospital immediately I got the news about his mother's collapse.I found him sitting on a chair inside as I stood at the doorway for a bit. He leaned forward, his elbows were on his knees and his eyes had bags underneath them. His shoulders bore evidence of the weight he carried in his heart. I felt a stab of pain in my chest as I saw him like that."Alexander," I called out softly and walked towards him.He turned slowly and looked at me. I could see fatigue and misery in his eyes. I blinked back the tears that were about forming in my eyes because memories from when we were still together came flooding in. When I would be there for him in similar situations and he would be there for me in
-- Alexander --The drive home was terrible. My conversation with Grizelda tugged at my heart. I was angry, sad and filled with a hardened resolve to confront Lucy. Lucy had blocked her. She had deliberately kept Grizelda from reaching out to me and giving me news about Leo. I had swallowed everything Lucy had done but not this time.I wasn’t without blame either. For years, I had known that Spencer wasn’t my biological son. I agreed to Lucy’s plan because it was very convenient at the time. It was the only way I could give my mother what she wanted; a grandchild. How could I tell her that her son was infertile?I wasn’t comfortable with the arrangement anymore after realizing the cost Lucy made me pay without my knowledge.I needed to make this right. I had allowed myself to live in the shadow of her lies for far too long. I accepted her version of our reality without questioning it. That ends now.As I walked into the house, the sound of laughter from the television greeted me.Luc
-- Alexander --The email I just read had knocked the air out of me.Grizelda had invited me to lunch. I pinched myself and yes I wasn’t dreaming.Initially, I thought it was some kind of mistake or some trap of sorts but the words were clear and left no room for errors.'Alexander, We need to talk. I’ll meet you at Pellegrino’s at noon, tomorrow. I’m sure you still remember where it is.'The message was short, calm, and contained no hostility. It left me stunned. I sighed deeply.Grizelda wanted to talk to me? After all the years of silence and distance, she was willing to sit down with me?There must be an angle I was not seeing. She had a play here. I’m sure she did.I tossed around in my bed that night. I was too tensed to sleep. I burnt calories thinking of what she wanted to talk about. As daylight got closer, I felt my tension slowly turn to excitement.I got to Pellegrino’s earlier then she stated. My heart palpitations were through the roof as I entered its familiar space. Th