He’s for keeps KENYA POV We sat around the small dining table and shortly fell into comfortable chat. The guys were sitting on one side, with Luke in front of me and Frank in front of Anna. The dude had my leg trapped in his and still managed to keep a straight face. The food was mouth-watering, the spices a mixture of chili and salt, What warmed my heart, even more, was my little guy who seemed to have found his solace and comfort zone in Luke’s arms. The entire time, he remained glued to his lap, unmoving as he helped him to eat his dinner. The way he cradled his small chest with his giant hand, occasionally pulling him closer whenever he started to slip off. The way he fed him his dinner before scooping his own fork and stuffing it into his mouth. Hell… If he so much as asked me to lick his feet right now, I fucking would. And mind you, I hated feet! “Why didn’t you mention you were acquainted with Luke Donovan?” Frank asked the same question he did when first laid his eyes
Lunatic ROYAL POV I shut the door harder than I should have, ran a hand through my hair, and tried to ease a calming breath into my lungs. I unbuttoned my suit jacket and then pranced into the coffee shop, nodding to a few acquaintances who waved and greeted me. My muscles were heavy with liquid resentment that bubbled in my chest, the venom lapping in my mouth as I tried to go over my speech for the umpteenth time. I was going to keep this as humanly civil as I can. No fists, or losing my cool. But that wasn’t a promise. I was this close to losing every single strand of control inside of me and doing something that would either end with me dead or behind bars, and I had no nerve to even care! Hell, even right now, I could see myself gravitating to the sweet murder that threatened to yank at my sanity with every passing second. I was escorted to my seat where I dropped and ordered a glass of water. Coffee would make my heart palpitate, and anything with alcohol would send me
Chapter 47: Paradise IVKENYA POVYears ago, I used to find bliss in quite a few things. One of those being a rolled-up dollar bill and white powder in a club drumming with loud music…Meaningless sex…Recklessness. That felt like ages ago. Being a mom modeled you in quite a different way you started to view the world differently. Lately, ever since Little Luc dropped from the sky with his wings tugged on his hack, my happiness has come from simple, simple things. Be it a stroll in the park, the sound of his little laugh, and sleeping next to Anna at night. That plus pouring my heart into the keyboard and typing down the musings of my brain. Life was peaceful the way it was, and yes; there were shitty bumps here and there, but I would choose this life over everything else.“Are you done brooding over that loser and ready to get back to living?” My gaze narrowed at Anna who was curled on the couch with a book in her hand. For a reader like her, she sure hated fiction and focused on
Chapter 49: Overpass GraffitiEDEN POV The evening came and the girls were glammed as hell. Anna stood dressed in a black gown that hugged her bodice tight, pooling around her waist, her hair pulled in a tight ponytail that revealed her sharp jawline and perfect face. Her feet were clamped in black and silver Steve Madden heels, and the makeup just put everything in place. Little Luc had a white button-up shirt, black jeans, and cute white and blue Jordans. His look was complemented by sunglasses, and I died a little from his look.“Will you blame me if I were to shoot my shot at him? The man is for keeps.” Anna came spilling into my bedroom before coming to a rocking halt, her mouth dropping to the floor. “Okay?” I said twilling around and facing. “Bitch…” Her eyes roamed my entire form, glammed in a black evening gown that clung to my body like it was made to sit on me. The bodice was a corset, and from the bust was a soft material that split on my right high thigh, revealing
Chapter 49ROYAL POVThe door to my front door creaked open, and I looked up expectantly to see who it was. My heart leaped into my throat at the idea of Kenya hitting me in the face with a surprise visit. I knew the chances of that happening were slim to none, and Kenya had the manners of an aristocrat to last her days that she wouldn't just butt into someone's house without knocking. And after what happened, I seriously doubted she'd ever step foot here. But a man can dream. All hope frizzled into a big flop when Kimberly came waltzing into the living room dressed in a shiny black evening gown, her blonde hair styled into some curls and red lipstick coating her lips. “I thought I told you to never step a foot here?” I growled from my seated position, staring at her with a defeated expression. I did not have the energy to deal with her or either of her shenanigans at the moment. She beamed at me before dropping the suit bag she’d had on her shoulder onto the couch, then walked to
ApocalypseKENYA POVGosh it hurts.It hurts so fucking much.I thought to myself as I clutched my stomach in a tight grip and groaned as the muscles of my now empty stomach jerked up and kicked whatever that was remaining of food in my stomach. The sound of my best friend gagging into the phone speaker had me chuckling after I had thrown up a fair share into the toilet, then dropped to the floor and wiped my puke-smeared mouth before groaning out loud.“Seriously girl, you need to get up and go to the doctor. That’s one hell of food poisoning you got there.” She accused into the speaker, and I breathed slowly through my nostrils as I searched for the discarded phone on the floor with my left hand.“Only if you tell me why the hell you are gagging that side.” I countered dryly, feeling so drained all I wanted was to curl up in a ball and just sleep.I was so tired. So spent.“You’ve been throwing up for the past three hours. That’s so damn unhealthy and yes, I could smell all that pu
Freedom ROYAL POVThe cold rain pour felt like a soothing elixir against my heated, inflamed body as I walked out of the house and into the black, dark night.Everything inside of me hurt. It felt like I had swallowed down on a million razors and blades and they were ripping through my throat with every intake and exhalation of breath.The black Mercedes V-class was parked a good distance from the house, and I walked slowly towards it, letting the density of the situation dawn on me with all its gloominess. It was done. And I don't think after that walk out the door, there was no going back,I had delivered what I had been dreading for this whole entire month. And I had gained my freedom. It was supposed to feel all merry like a weight has been lifted from my shoulders and that I could finally fucking breathe for the first time in a very long time. But why the hell did it feel like a part of my soul had been chipped from me? Why did I feel so empty inside?The car honked, and I st
New BeginningsKENYA POVA few days passed, and I continued wallowing in the pits of hell with pain being the highlight of my every waking moment. Nothing I did seemed to be bringing me solace or consolation I very much needed after that long crusade through hell, and each day the seed in my womb continued growing. Knowing of its existence, knowing that I was carrying a piece of me and Royal inside of me did not help at all. The fact alone was a double-edged sword, and it pierced through me so hard that I couldn’t breathe.There was a point in my life where my whole life revolved around that man, and every grail of my soul knew I would move mountains for him.Had I known how I would fall from grace and crush onto the ground into countless smithereens, I would not have been such a fool and believed true love and happily ever after existed.Or maybe they did, but I was not cut out for that.But through it all, gratitude simmered on low with Anna as she remained stoic and unmoving by my