_Neon When I arrived at the penthouse, it was quiet, and I feared my worst nightmare had come true. I walked over to the master bedroom, and to my surprise and delight, Meghan was in bed, From where I standing by the door, she looked like she was napping. I wanted to walk closer and see. But didn't want to risk her waking up to me and Ethan and then shrieking into herself again. Now the only thing was to put Ethan on his safety chair and cook lunch while Mommy slept, she might be more forgiving if there was food around. A knock on the door disturbed my train of thought. The team to set up Ethan's room was already here. It was amazing that Simon had been able to organize everything on such short notice. After showing them the way, they set up to work in the room, a moment later, small pieces of furniture started coming in. Things were moving quicker than I could have managed myself. I, on the other hand, was slaving away on the stove. Hoping that she loved everything I cooked. In
_Meghan I looked at my reflection in the mirror. I was a hypocrite. The past week had been nothing but wonderful at the penthouse, I was making progress with Ethan. It was not as fast as I had hoped it would be but It was still progress. My doctor said to take things slow, it will happen naturally. My son was growing while I waited for things to take their natural course. Neon was wonderful to me, only if he didn't have to be this good. Now I had nothing to fault, except he was someone's husband and possibly ran a harem. His wife probably cried herself to bed while I moaned my way to dawn. I sighed. If I didn't move from the mirror I was at the risk of running late again. Francois would blow a tantrum this time. Yesterday in my rush to make it on time, I had taken off my scarf and my neck was on display for everyone to see. I thought Dave was going to faint from the horror on his face. But luckily he didn't say a word, which made it worse somehow.I turned around to find Neon sta
_Meghan To make matters worse, my face and Ethan's legs in cast graced the first page while Neon's face appeared in a small circle in the right corner. This was bad but the timing, it couldn't be worse. I couldn't even reach Neon on his cell. I read a couple of lines from the article and dropped it on the table. If I didn't know any better I would say the article was written by Vivian Donster. The main focus of the article was how a hooker like myself could have entrapped the CEO. But then again, how would she have known about Ethan? The person who had leaked the story to the paper had inside information. Ethan's pictures were from the old house. So whoever it was, had been at the house to be able to take the pictures. Although I had no way of knowing for sure. Maybe one of the servants had decided to make a quick buck and sold their boss. But whoever it was, chose the best time to leak it, when Neon was out of the country. This way more damage could be done and it would take him
_Neon After much persuasion, Meghan and Miriam, together with Ethan took the private jet to the Island. For how long they would be there, I had not specified it. But one thing I knew was that they would be safe from Damascus's paws. Meghan still believed I wanted them gone because of the articles but that was the last thing on my mind. I didn't care about all the lies they were spreading. When I met Meghan, she was not a hooker and that was all that mattered. I also knew that Adelita was behind the leaking of Ethan's photos from the house but Meghan didn't need to know all that. There were far more pressing issues to handle at the moment. For one, Damascus was a person and not a place I went to. He wanted guns, I was not willing to supply them. And because of that, threats were made, threats that I'm certain would be carried out soon. I paced the living room floor of the penthouse, my visitor was supposed to have arrived by now but knowing him, he was most likely flirting with th
_Neon My Uncle walked into my office without knocking, making me look up from my desk. The man was in his forties but he didn't look a day past thirty. That was part of the charm and the fact that he knew how to dress well. It was no wonder women were falling over their heads to be in his bed. He was a good-looking man."That is something only you can do," I said and looked at his jovial face, I was trying to read the real expression on his face. But his face didn't sell out anything. With him it was hard to tell, he seemed to be in the best of moods even when the world was crumbling around him. "Who is that young thing outside your door?" He pointed to the door, and I was genuinely surprised it had taken him this long."Sylvia?" I asked, acting puzzled by his sudden question, knowing very well, Sylvia was a woman and my uncle was a man, who could smell the female scent from a mile away. Even if Sylvia had been tugged away in her office instead of her desk outside my door, my uncle
_Meghan When I woke up, the sun was out and my eyes instantly went to the armchair in the corner of the room, but it was empty. Neon had already left. I pulled the covers over my head and indulged myself with some snippets of the memories from last night. I sighed. I wanted to close my eyes and go back. Last night things truly shifted for us. It felt like I was crawling inside his skin and he was inside mine. Although I didn't know what was the next stage for us, I believe we had reached it. Whatever it was. When my foot hit the floor next to my bed. I winced, I didn't remember ever being this sore except for the first time. But this was some delicious kind of sore. I made it to the ensuite on wobbly legs and ran myself a bath. I took my time in the warm water, tracing the small bruises on my thighs and stomach with a gentle hand. The marks on my neck were visible to anyone with eyes. I sat in the warm bath until the water turned cold. When I was satisfied that I was presentabl
_Meghan "Hello, Meghan." The man extended his hand."My name is Ludovic Petrov. I'm Neon's uncle." I nodded and looked at the floor, not sure of what I was supposed to say to him. I didn't feel comfortable looking at him. He had the same twinkle in his eyes as Neon. I had already mistaken him to be Neon already, I felt if I stared long enough, I might sink lower into my hell. "Who shot him?" I didn't know why, but at least I felt like I deserved that much."Business deal gone wrong, Meghan, I wanted to tell you how sorry I am that this has happened to you and Ethan.""Thank you." I had not realized that I was standing in the center of the room without any real direction as to where I was headed when I felt an arm gently pulling me to a couch nearby. "I'm sorry for your loss too." I finally said. "I just wanted to personally deliver the news, as you might know, The burial will take place in St. Petersburg. With only close friends and family.""Russia?" What was I? A close friend,
_Ludovic Neon had done Meghan no justice when he tried to explain her beauty in words. I was taken by surprise when she walked into the room. She was shaken by what she heard but no amount of grief could hide away her beauty. She was a tiny thing with curves in all the right places. My first instinct was to take her in my arms and never let her go. Now I knew why my nephew had been prepared to hide her from the world, including his family. She deserved a castle, far away from everyone and everything. Hell, I could have paid a million pounds to drag her away from that job as a stripper, she was too delicate to have other men ogling at her all night for their filthy thoughts.For a moment she seemed taken aback when her eyes met mine and I knew what must have terrified her. It was obvious Neon had never told her about how funny we all looked. If she had been in st. Petersburg and found all of the Petrov men in one room, she would he would ran for the hills. We called it the defective