Second Chances ROYAL POV The bustling sounds around me seemed to even hype me more. The white noise of people dragging their luggage around, the whirr of the planes as they ascended into thin air, and the normally annoying screeching sound of their wheels touching the ground… The occasional intercom announcing arrivals and departures of different, countless aircraft… On a very normal day, I would be super pissed to be here, especially when I was not in the business or first-class lounge. But something inside of me was alive, and I couldn’t care less. Not even the fans that brazenly stood in front of me to take pictures of me. Nothing could get me in a bad mood. I felt too good to even care about anything. My foot kept tapping lightly against the floor, a sign that I had been here for far too long and I was growing impatient. “Uncle Roy…” My attention was ripped from my phone by a cute little girl with her hair pulled in piggy tails, charging towards me. I got up from my seat
Falling into place. KENYA POVTwo bottles of red wine and three tequila shots; and I still couldn’t stop fidgeting in my seat.I checked Lucious for an umpteenth time to find him busy with the match-tile game on the iPad, utterly oblivious to my mini-breakdown happening right beside him. Anna was watching me intently, her gaze almost pushing me to the edge of insanity, and I tried with all my might to not think too much of it. This whole fiasco was supposed to go all easy: meet Royal out in public with little Luc and spend a few hours together before doing anything a little extra to make Luc all used to him. But now that I was here, sitting in this kid-friendly restaurant slash bar, I was convinced that maybe this wasn’t all such a good idea. “You know you can simply call him and reschedule the meet-up? Come up with some excuse that something came up and you gotta attend it. Instead of looking like you are going to evaporate in that seat.” She gestured my way with her chin, making
The Missing Piece ROYAL POV The universe possessed a sick sense of humor. That was the only thing I could think of at that particular moment as I stared back at one little human who looked like the younger reflection of me. There was this tightness that held my chest captive, the kind that made me feel like I couldn’t breathe when I listened to him talk about how great his mommy was to him. It was the good kind of sensation though, the feeling you got when you were on the cross between overwhelmingly excited and downright nervous you could break down at any moment. And I was damn glad because I knew that although I had fucked up the only good thing in my life, I somehow managed to create this beautiful soul with the woman I loved. It was in the way my heart raced as though I had completed a marathon the entire time I sat there watching him smile, and his deep black eyes that made guilt harden to dread inside of me with the idea that I wasn't there the times he and his mom needed
Temptations KENYA POV I swirled the reddish contents of my second dose of the night in my flute while laughing softly at some joke Celine had just cracked. The atmosphere was serene: dim lights, soft chattering, the clanking of metal cutlery against the expensive Chinese crockery, and a good damn ol’ topic about making money. I was seated across from Luke and his lawyer, Rebecca, after having completed the signing of the Adaptation Contract of my books into a series. Everything else just came after a successful venture, and I was more than happy. “I never thought I would live to see the day. Don’t get me wrong…” Celine pats my back before taking a huge swig of her wine, then rubs my back in small circles. “I knew your story was banging, but I really didn’t think it would attract big shots like Luke Donovan.” She mentioned him as though he wasn’t seated right across from him. Leave it to Celine to gossip about someone while he was just right there next to her. The girl didn’t hav
Temptations IILUKE POVTemptation smells like apples, roses wine! And it was seated inside my car.I cleared my throat before gripping the steering wheel, a futile attempt of calming myself the fuck down because if this continued, I would go back on my words and just…. I would do something out of character and live to regret it later. Kenya Brown was supposed to be a chip in my long-calculated revenge game. Yet she was slowly becoming something else entirely. Of course, like any other piece of shit holding a grudge and determined to ruin someone else's life, I did a little digging on her past and found out that she and Royal had a more than complicated relationship and that she was his wife before he left her for fame. And that they had a son whom Royal had no idea about his existence until a few weeks back. And yes, the plan was to use her and get a hold of that piece of crap. But now, I just didn't know anymore. There was something developing in my chest, and that somet
Good Grief KENYA POV The days that followed next were pretty much a drag-on, and neither Luke nor I brought up the conversation about the business dinner night where we almost humped like dogs in heat right there against the floor in the VIP section. Whatever discussion we had edged along business and was mainly feedback from our teams about how the auditions would commence shortly after the screenplays were finished. You could have sworn that all of the heavy sexual tension was pretty much a hallucination and the only thing that remained as evidence of that night was the Manila envelope containing signed papers. Anna had been livid when she heard the news the next day, and the shameless her almost sent me right back into the arms of the man that made me think with my vagina and not my brain. "What harm will sleeping with him do? You haven't had sex since you got pregnant with Lucious. And that's forever ago." her words came tumbling to the front of my mind, and I died a little
Chapter 24: What is the…?KENYA POV My eyes almost dropped to the ground like marbles as the Uber pulled behind a black Bentley Bentayga parked right outside our two-storey townhouse. What shook me wasn’t the Bentley, no! It was a whole Truck that carried a small sparkly brown, goldfish Bentley continental in front of it. I got out of the Uber and walk-ran to the front porch where Anna was sitting with her knees brought to her chest, her eyes snapped wide, and staring at the two vehicles.“I thought it was our Amazon delivery.” She called out as soon as I was in earshot, then stretched her hand out at me. I clasped it and yanked her to a standing position, then turned around and stared at the truck. The doors of the Bentley thudded closed, and two men finely dressed in blue suits came charging towards the house. “You couldn’t even let them into the house?” I whisper-yelled at Anna as we watched them walking gracefully towards her. One was carrying a clipboard and the other held a
Chapter 25: Peace ROYAL POV I was livid. I didn’t think Luke Fucking Donovan would be so pathetic to stoop that low; and that he would actually want to go down that road. I seriously hoped that he was clever enough to think better for the future, or that maybe he was just blonde and as a matter of fact, had a head between those shoulders and a brain inside that bloody ball on top of his neck. Clearly, I was wrong, because he seemed to be the kind to let his emotions get the best of him There was no way the Trods thought of suing me if they weren't pushed and probed by him. No fucking way. They weren't smart to that extent. That fucker went to them, promised them of some weird shit that they would get if they took me to court. But on what grounds? Did they seriously think I would go down without a fight? “Daddy?” A small, smooth hand pat my cheek, and I shook my head clearing the nasty thoughts of murder and blood. Because I was slowly gravitating there. Luke wanted to play dirt