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His Son, Her Secret XVII
I stood in front of the stove, busy stirring the pancake batter, my hair still wrapped in rollers.The sound of steps running across the wooden floor made me let out a long sigh. Max, with seemingly endless energy, kept running from one end of the house to the other, even though Clara had tried to catch him to put on his pre-kindergarten uniform."Maximus Superman, stop running around!" Clara called out from the living room, her breathing starting to sound a little tired. She held the little navy blue uniform in one hand while the other was outstretched, trying to grab Max, who was nimbly dodging. "If you don't stop, we won't make it in time, Superman!""But I want to play!" Max replied in a loud voice.I rolled my eyes as I poured pancake batter onto the hot griddle, producing a soothing sizzling sound. "Maxie, listen to Cece. Or you won't get to eat Mommy's pancakes!"Max stopped suddenly. The little boy turned his head towards the kitchen with dilated eyes. "Pancakes? With chocolate
Last Updated : 2024-12-31His Son, Her Secret XVIII
The five-star restaurant, with large glass and inviting modern decor, looked luxurious even from the outside. Julian was already waiting for me at a table by the window, waving enthusiastically as I entered."Lunch at a place like this? You really know how to spend money, Julian," I said as I sat down."Good investment for my lunch date," he replies, grinning.We order, and for a few minutes, Julian starts rambling on about various things, projects, annoying clients, and even his bad experience with food at a meeting in Canada. I was afraid I'd gotten comfortable with his incoherent ramblings, but I felt a little more relaxed, even though my mind was still in turmoil.When the food arrived, I stirred the soup slowly in front of me, trying to figure out how to say something that had been nagging at me."Julian," I finally said, looking at him carefully."Hm?" He looked at me as he spooned his food."You know I'm working on a big project, right?""Of course," he replied. "That Lantum Min
Last Updated : 2025-01-02His Son, Her Secret XIX
"Let go of me, Pascha," I hiss, trying to pull my hand from his grasp.He didn't move. Instead, he stepped closer, making me back away until my back was against the wall. My heart skipped a beat, and I felt like I couldn't breathe."Five years, Belva," he whispered, full of something dark. "Five years, and you think you can escape everything?"I tried to open my mouth to reply, but he leaned in before I could say anything.His lips crashed into mine, hard and demanding.It felt like fire exploding in my chest—anger, shock, and something else I didn't want to admit. I tried to push him away, but he was stronger, and the kiss deepened, consuming every second that passed.Finally, I managed to push him hard enough to make him take a step back. I looked up at him with bated breath, my eyes filled with anger that I couldn't put into words."What the hell were you thinking, asshole?" My voice trembled, louder than I intended.He leaned casually against the sink, a maddening smirk tugging at
Last Updated : 2025-01-02His Son, Her Secret XX
The darkness slowly faded, and I felt like I was being pulled back to reality. Pain radiated throughout my body like small waves that never stopped. My eyes opened slowly, trying to adjust to the dim lamplight hanging from the ceiling of the room.I didn't recognize this place. The room was spacious and luxurious, with neutral-coloured walls. My bed was soft and too comfortable for an ordinary hospital.I tried to move my body, but the stinging pain struck immediately. I winced, looked down at my bandaged right hand and felt something poking in my arm-an IV.What had happened?Then, the fragments of events started to come back.A loud crash. The glass shattering. The pain that hit like a hurricane. And then... the shadow.Pascha.I groaned softly, trying to rise slightly despite my body's loud protests. It was then that I noticed the large window on the side of the room, revealing the glittering night view of San Francisco.It was already night.Panic immediately struck me."Max..." I
Last Updated : 2025-01-03His Son, Her Secret XXI
My body felt more refreshed. I rested my head on the pillow and watched Max, who was busy drawing on a table in the corner of the room. Clara sat on a chair near my bed, scrolling through the screen of her phone, occasionally smiling at Max.Max and Clara has been here for two hours, just like I asked. I don't know what I would have done if I hadn't seen their faces as soon as I opened my eyes.This morning began with a bit of luck. A friendly nurse told me that Pascha had left early in the morning before I had even woken up. There was "important business" he had to take care of, she said. That gave me a little breathing space and calmed my longing for Max, at least for now.But when the bedroom door creaked open, all that peace was gone in an instant.Jacob walked in.He was dressed in his doctor's coat. His eyes immediately caught Max's presence, and my eyebrows immediately knitted together.Max, without any awkwardness, looked at him and smiled kindly. "Hello, Doc," Max greeted inno
Last Updated : 2025-01-04His Son, Her Secret XXII
When the bedroom door closed behind Clara and Max, I let out a long breath, feeling a huge weight lifted from my chest. I didn't know what would happen if Pascha saw Max. The worst-case scenario that kept running through my mind was a nightmare that I wanted to avoid at all costs.I leaned my head against the pillow, trying to calm myself down. But the calm didn't last long.The door to the room opened without a knock, and I knew immediately who entered before even seeing them. The steps were too slow but, sure, too recognizable.Pascha Romanov.He appeared with cold, domineering, as if the world spun according to his will. The black shirt he wore accentuated his increasingly masculine body, and the thin, well-groomed beard added a more mature impression than five years ago."How are you feeling?" he asked flatly, closing the door behind him."I'm fine,"He stepped closer, his eyes sweeping over my body with a look I found hard to interpret."Has anyone come to see you?"I let out the
Last Updated : 2025-01-06His Son, Her Secret XXIII
"I'm going home alone,""No," he replied curtly.I looked up, staring at him with a furrowed brow. "What do you mean by no?""I'll drive you," he said ice-cold like it was a non-negotiable decision."I can go home by myself. I've already booked a cab." I snorted, trying to contain my mounting frustration."Cancel it."I stared at him, incredulous. "You can't force me to accept your help."He crossed his arms over his chest, standing tall like a marble statue. "You just got out of the hospital. I won't let you go home alone.""And I don't need you to decide what I can or cannot do." I retorted in a sharp tone."You're stubborn," he said flatly."I'm stubborn? You're the one who doesn't know when to stop!""You don't know what you're doing," he said, his eyes narrowing slightly. "What if you pass out in the middle of the road? What if something happens?""I'm fine!" I almost shouted, stepping closer to him. "I can take care of myself. I don't need you to watch my every move!"He didn't b
Last Updated : 2025-01-07His Son, Her Secret XXIV
I sat in the pantry room, stirring the coffee that was no longer hot. Jess, Mr. Grant's secretary, sat in front of me with raised eyebrows, looking at me like a big sister waiting for her little brother to admit something."So, you're considering moving out?" she asked finally.I shrugged, trying to look relaxed even though the anxiety inside me was mounting. "I don't know, Jess. I... feel like it's too much. I'm not sure I can keep doing this project, Romanov Corp, everything that comes with it."She didn't answer right away. Her sharp eyes scanned my face, searching for something I might not want to show."Belva," her voice softer. "You know this is no ordinary project. You're the one they're counting on to lead this. You can't just give up.""I'm not giving up," I quickly retorted. "I just feel... I need something new."She leaned back in her chair, crossing her arms over his chest. "I understand. But you also know this project wouldn't be what it is without you. Sure, they can repl
Last Updated : 2025-01-09
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His Son, Her Secret LXXXIX : Feet Touch the Water
After a hearty lunch, Max couldn't keep still. He ran outside onto the wooden terrace that overlooked the vast and breathtaking view of the Alps."Daddy, look at that!" Max pointed to a small lake glistening in the afternoon sun. "Can we go down there? I want to touch the water!"Pascha, who stood beside him with his hands in his pants pockets, just smiled. "You know the water must be really cold, right?""But I can wear gloves!" Max insisted.I sat on a patio chair, enjoying the cool breeze that carried the scent of the pine forest. From here, the view was perfect. Mountains with snowy peaks looming in the distance, green valleys sprawling across the landscape, and small cabins scattered across the foothills. The clear blue sky was cloudless, making everything feel like a living painting.Max runs around the terrace, jumping between the wooden chairs and occasionally climbing onto the guardrail to peer further. Pascha stayed nearby, his eyes alert whenever Max got too excited.I let
His Son, Her Secret LXXXVIII : Road to the Alps
I was still in between consciousness and sleep when faint voices began to piercing my mind."Daddy, Daddy, look at Mommy. She's sleeping so peacefully," I heard Max whisper. "She's like a Sleeping Beauty."Pascha chuckled lowly. "That's true. But, you know what's more interesting?" he also whispered.Max was silent for a moment. "What?"I could feel them both looking at me."When she wakes up, she turns into a dragon."Max let out a small laugh. "You mean, Mommy's grumpy, daddy?""No," Pascha sighed dramatically, "it's worse. Mommy is a perfectionist. She can nag longer than you can talk about Transformers."Max snorted. "I never stop talking about Transformers.""Exactly."I wanted to glare and say that I could hear them, but my eyes felt too comfortable to open."Daddy, have you ever seen Mommy get really mad?""Hmm... a lot." He replied.Max chuckled, his voice getting farther away. "I think I know. Mommy will get mad if we don't wake her up.""Oh no, Maximus," Pascha whispered, hi
His Son, Her Secret LXXXVII : Spilled Milk, Bridges Burned
Max tiptoed on my lap when the car stopped before the hangar, almost making me lose my balance."Daddy, come on! I want to see the plane!" he exclaimed, his hands gripping my shoulders firmly. “UP!"Pascha turned off the car engine and turned to Max. "You can get off by yourself, right?"Max glared like Pascha had just said the most absurd thing in the world. "No! I want to be carried!"Before I could say anything, Pascha exited the car, walked to our side, and opened the passenger door. Max immediately raised both hands without hesitation towards his father, urging him like a spoiled child."Come on, carry me now!"Pascha easily lifted Max's tiny body into his arms. "All right, Little Master. What else do you want?"Max looked up at Pascha with sparkling eyes, resting his chin on his father's shoulder. "I want you to be my tour guide. I want a tour on your plane.""Max, that's not a tour plane." I said.Max ignored me, still staring enthusiastically at Pascha. "Come on, I want to see
His Son, Her Secret LXXXVI : Daddy, Buy Me an Airplane!
I sat on the sofa, staring at the suitcases that were already arranged near the door. I've finished packing all my things, Max's clothes, everything we need for this trip. But somehow, I still couldn't believe I had agreed to go.In front of me, Max was still in Pascha's arms, busy babbling endlessly about everything he wanted to do in the Alps. "I want to see cows with bells! And I want to ride the cable car! And then... and then I want to try the cheese with the holes! Daddy, did you know that cheese really has holes? I saw it in a cartoon, but I'm not sure it's real!"Pascha chuckled, stroking Max's hair. "It's real, Max. You can see and try it for yourself later."Max immediately gave a small cheer, his hands waving in excitement. "YES! I want to eat cheese on a mountain!"I sighed, leaning back against the sofa. I still felt weird about this decision. It was because this trip was never in my plans, and it was the fact that I would be spending time in the same place as Pascha for
His Son, Her Secret LXXXV : Switzerland or Surrender
Max was still busy playing with his expensive robots on the dining room. I started tidying up the dirty dishes.I tied my hair up carelessly, then picked up the empty glass in front of Pascha, who was still sitting on the dining table chair, busy with his phone."Mommy, I want to stay here again!" he said, like he’s afraid I would force him to go home."Oh? Not going home?"Max shook his head vigorously, holding up his Transformers robot excitedly. "I still want to play with my robots!"I narrowed my eyes. "And you don’t want playing with Mommy?"Max bit his lip, seeming to consider something, then finally said, "But you have to work. I want to play!""Okay, then." I snorted, crossing my arms over my chest. "But if you don't shower by afternoon, I'll drag you home, Maxime."He immediately wrinkled his nose. "Don't call me Maxime! You know I like Maximus better!"I chuckled, then ruffled his hair before turning to leave.My house was next door, so leaving him here all day was no big de
His Son, Her Secret LXXXIV : Secrets & Sandwiches.
The exhaustion struck so hard that I felt like my body no longer belonged to me. Every muscle in my body was so relaxed that every inch of my skin could still feel the residual warmth that had just filled the space between us.I drowned in the sensation, letting sleepiness pull me deeper and deeper into a formless world where the only thing that existed was the warmth surrounding me.There was a big, solid body behind me, his burly arms curled around my waist, locking me in an embrace that felt more secure than it should. His chest rose and fell in a deep rhythm, his breath warm against my nape.Pascha.I squirmed slightly, not to move away, but to better acclimatize myself to his body. Unconsciously, I leaned closer, letting my back rest tightly against his chest, letting his arms tighten their embrace around me.I don't know how long I slept so soundly. There was only warm darkness, and I could only realize that my body was drowning in contentment and exhaustion, letting time pass w
His Son, Her Secret LXXXIII : Between Ruin [21+]
His hands crept to my waist, and then, swiftly, he lifted me. My feet slipped off the floor, and I wrapped my arms around his neck.My breath catches, but he doesn't allow me to pull away. His kiss deepened, his tongue exploring my mouth. I can feel every muscle in his body tense, holding my weight easily as if I were nothing more than a feather. My dangling legs were now held by him, his large hands wrapped around my thighs, pulling me even closer. My body is pressed against his, and I can feel every curve, every heat radiating from him. I couldn't breathe, I couldn't think. There is only him. There is only this. My fingers slipping into his still slightly wet hair. The world around me seemed to disappear. The rain was still pouring outside, the cold night air, and even the sound of my little heart screaming to stop vanished. All that was left was him and the heat that continued to burn between us. I'm falling deeper into something I shouldn't feel, into someone I shouldn't touch.
His Son, Her Secret LXXXII : One Call Too Late
I stood by my bedroom window, arms crossed over my chest, staring out with furrowed brows. It was raining heavily outside.Pascha's house stood firmly next to mine, its bright lights indicating its owner were inside.But still...This feeling didn't go away.I bit my lip, looking at the phone screen for the umpteenth time. There was no reply. No incoming calls. I've sent more than one message all day.I waited, hoping he would answer one with a short sentence like 'Max is fine' or 'You worry too much'.But so far?Just silence.And I hated it.Clara appeared in the doorway, running a hand through her hair, which was still damp from her shower."Are you sure you won't just call him?" she said, leaning against the door frame.I grunted, tapped my fingertips against my phone, and finally pressed the call button reluctantly.The dial tone sounded.Once.Twice.Three times.I tapped my nails on the table, waiting for Pascha's distinctive voice to answer from the other side. But...There wa
His Son, Her Secret LXXXI : Watching. Waiting. Why?
I walked out of the meeting room. The glass doors automatically closed behind me, letting the faint sounds of my team's conversation fade away as I moved away.The meeting had just finished, and for the first time since this project began, I felt that the big wheels we were pushing were slowly starting to move. Romanov Corporation and Lantum Mining have finally agreed on the specifications for the artificial intelligence-based automation system we will implement at their main mine. Next week, the first phase of testing will begin.I let out a long breath. With all the complex technology, predictive systems, and real-time analytics my team and I had built, this project was the result of months of hard work. And now, everything was finally coming together.My fingers automatically opened my phone. When the screen lights up, my first reflex is to open the messaging app.Me: How's Max? Have you found the Autobot he wants?I sent the message to Pascha and stared at the screen, waiting. The
