I’m going to have to go out there and face him… He’s only in a towel… I close my eyes, leaning against the tiled wall and thinking of that small room. Where will we sleep? I mean, the only other place is the narrow entrance in front of the door. I could put two towels on the floor… My stomach ru
SEBASTIAN. There’s sadness and regret in her eyes before she looks down, taking her phone back from me. There’s no way to explain the pain in my chest. Ashbane or not, I fucked it all up. I should have been there when she was pregnant and going through heartbreak when she was poisoned, when she
I keep hurting you. Slowly I slip my hands under her, ever so slowly, ready to move her to bed, when her eyes fly open. She slams me back onto the floor. My head hits the corner of the wall, sending pain rushing through my head. She then pins me to the ground straddling me, one hand tight around
I get up on my own and only then do I realise I really feel fucking bad. “Fuck.” I stagger to the bed and I’m about to lie down when she quickly puts the pillow down for me. “Here’s some water from last night. Drink it if you need to.” She says placing the bottle down in the covered bag that cont
ZAIA. “Zaia, is everything ok?” I look up at Mom from where I’m slicing the potatoes for the evening meal. “Of course, why do you ask?” I smile. Mom looks concerned from where she’s braiding Sia’s hair at the kitchen table. “You don’t cook unless you have a lot on your mind.” She says with a kn
I’m just waiting for the day that they ask about their father… ----- “What is the meaning of this, Zaia?” Dad asks. We’re in my new office, one floor up, at the Toussaint Headquarters, and he has just placed a file down in front of me. I glance up at him curiously before looking down at the first
“Hmm… like I said, I’m not interested,” I say quietly, staring at Atticus’s picture. Remembering the way he had made out that we were together back then. The way he had said the kids were his… those red flags I had forgotten about now itch at my mind. He did things when I didn’t ask him to… “Fathe
ZAIA. “I love this place,” Atticus says as he sits back as the waitress walks away after taking our orders. We are in a dimly lit, stunning restaurant that serves a variety of cuisines; the booths are covered with lush green velvet and the woodwork is all a deep mahogany. Chandeliers hang above ea