Hardin's POVAs we arrived back at the house, I turned to Freda and said, “What's the problem” I noticed she had been quiet all through our way back and I couldn't help but think something was wrong.“Nothing” she replied nonchalantly as she made a sudden move to get out, but I instinctively reached out and held her hand back. I could feel her tension, her desire to escape from the situation. It was clear that she had been avoiding me ever since she saw me with Shelby. And as much as I wanted to put on a facade of not caring, the truth was, that I cared deeply.“Let me go,” she said angrily. I could feel the tension building between us as she tried to pull her hands away from mine. Frustration and anger surged through me, and without thinking I yelled at her, “Just shut up and stop acting like a little bitch” my voice filled with authority. But instead of bringing her closer, my attempts to assert control only seemed to push her further away.I realized the mistake I had made. I had
Freda's POVI lay on my bed, the weight of my thoughts pressing down on me. Hardin, that complicated and troubled man, had left a mark on my heart that I couldn't seem to erase. Despite all the pain and hurt he had caused, I found myself unable to shake him from my mind.I closed my eyes, hoping to find some respite from the memories that haunted me. I tried to conjure up all the horrible things he had done, the lies, the betrayal, the way he tore my world apart. I wanted to focus on those moments, to remind myself of the pain he had inflicted, in the hopes that it would extinguish this lingering affection.But as hard as I tried, my mind drifted back to the moments of tenderness, the stolen glances, and the fleeting moments of joy we had shared. It was as if those memories had a gravitational pull, drawing me back into the web of emotions I had tried so desperately to escape.Confusion washed over me, mingling with frustration. How could I still feel this way for someone who had hurt
Hardin's POVI sat in my office, my eyes glued to the computer screen, but my mind was elsewhere. Thoughts of Freda consumed my every waking moment, and I couldn't shake them no matter how hard I tried. It was infuriating.I had tried to distract myself with work, to bury myself in the tasks at hand, but her presence lingered in my thoughts like a stubborn ghost. It was as if her essence had seeped into every crevice of my mind, refusing to let go.As I stared at the words on the screen, they blurred together, becoming nothing more than a jumbled mess. My focus was lost, my concentration shattered by the constant replay of memories.I hated how she had this power over me, how her mere existence could disrupt my carefully constructed world. It was frustrating, maddening even. I wanted to be free from the grip of her thoughts, to reclaim control over my mind.But no matter how hard I tried to push her away, the memories flooded back with a vengeance. The way her laughter danced through
Freda's POV“Leave me alone,” I said in a sharp tone as I moved my head away from his, breaking the kiss. He tried to pull me closer again, but this time, I did not give in, and he had no choice but to let me be. He gave a straight stare for a moment as if he was trying to think of what to say, and finally ruffled his hair into a mess. I guessed he was frustrated, but I did not care either. All that played in my mind was him having sex with that strange girl, and I hated the way I was feeling about it.“Don't do this, Freda.” He said in a low voice, and I tilted my head slowly to look at him with the side of my eye. “Why. Did you think of me when you had sex with her?” I said as I did not know what to say, and he took a deep breath as he tilted his head away slowly, wiping his face slowly as if he were thinking of what to say.“What am I even saying? Do you even place me where I am thinking you are? I am just one of your tools.” I said, and he tilted his head to look at me quickly. I
Freda's POVHe gave me a kiss on the lips and I could not help but kiss him back. We stared at each other in the eyes for a moment, and we locked lips. He kissed me rapidly, and I kissed him back. He brought his hands to my ass and squeezed it tightly into his arms. I let out a soft moan as I pulled my lips out of his, but he found my lips again and continued kissing me, while still pressing my ass. I liked the way it felt, and I never wanted this to end. He then brought his hand forward and pressed my breast.He brought his head to my ear and I closed my eyes. He bit me softly in the ear and I moaned lowly. I reached his groin area and felt his hard cock as it pressed against my stomach. It was hard and protruding out of his pants, waiting to be released to spring into action. “I want to have all of you. Lick you clean and fuck you dirty.” He whispered in my ears and I took a deep breath. I stood on my toes so that I could reach his ears to whisper to him.“I can't wait for you to s
Freda's POVI stood there momentarily as everything seemed to be paused for a minute. I tilted my head to look at Hardin and then to his girl. He was mute and the girl had a smirk on her face as she continued what she was doing.“Are you going to stand there and watch us? Get out.” The girl said, and I jerked as if the paused time had been played. I realized what was going on, and I rushed out of the room immediately and headed back to my room. I slammed the door behind me loudly and locked it from inside quickly. I walked rapidly to my bed and sat by the edge. I had a strong sense of déjà vulnerability as if I had been through something like this before. I suddenly remembered the day I caught my ex with another lady. I remembered all that happened that day and how I came to stay with Hardin. All men are liars and cheat. I whispered as I stood from the bed and went to the wall. I leaned against the wall as different thoughts filled my mind at the same time. It felt like my head was g
Hardin's POVI woke suddenly and tilted my head from side to side. I soon realized that I was in Freda's room and I brought my gaze to look at her as she lay beside me engrossed in her sleep. I stared at her for a moment, and I could not help but admire her the way she was. I knew my feelings were growing rapidly for her, and it was not going down well with me. I thought. I moved out of the bed slowly and gently, as I did not want to wake her up. I got dressed quickly and gave her one last stare. She looked innocent while she slept. She rolled to the other side of the bed, and I knew that it was only a matter of time before she would wake up. I walked slowly out of the room, thinking of anything that I could do to reduce the way my feelings were growing rapidly for her. I walked slowly to my room. “Good morning sir.” One of my maids suddenly greeted me, and I tilted my head slowly to look at her.“Morning! How are you?” I said, and she bowed to me.“I am fine.” She said, turning to
Freda's POVI got out of the shower after a brief moment of being under. I felt a lot better as I came back to my room and sat at the edge of the bed, heaving a heavy sigh. Leaning backward to rest my back against the bed frame, the thought was not as hurtful as it was earlier on. I then suddenly thought about Miranda and how she was fairing where she was. I blamed myself for having sex with her captor. Enjoying myself while she was going through hell where was kept. I thought. I heaved a sigh as memories of us began to flash in my head.I remembered the last time that we were together before Hardin came with his men to kidnap us. I wished I had the power to turn back time, I would have turned back time to correct the mistake of going to the club that night. My mind wandered off to Hardin again, as I could not help but wonder why he had not come to me since. I heaved a sigh as I shrugged off the thoughts from my heart, standing up from the bed and walking to the window, looking outsid
Freda’s POV“I want you to fuck me," I said to Hardin as I lay on top of him"for someone who is heavily pregnant….you are too wild," he said as he started to kiss my neck. He moved down my body and kissed my tits. "You're so beautiful," he said as he took one of my nipples into his mouth. “Hardin!” I let out a moan as he sucked on it, making it hard. He then moved down my body and kissed my stomach.“Just fuck me already….” I pleaded shamelessly “Fine…you asked for it,” he said as he spread my leg wide open and he position his cock at my pussy. "You are mine," he said as he slowly pushed his cock into me. “Fuckkkkk” I moan loudly as he started to fuck me with his cock. "Fuck, how are you still tight? " he asked as he continued to fuck me with his cock. He started to fuck me harder"Hardin, Hardin" I moaned as he continued to fuck me with his cock. "Fuck, I'm going to cum""Don't let me stop you" and that was enough to make me explode but he continued to fuck me, after a few pushe
Hardin’s POVI could feel the weight lifting off my shoulders as I stood outside the hospital with my men. Freda couldn't make it because of a last-minute errand, leaving me curious about what she was up to. My driver had already turned the car around, and as I got in, a sense of relief washed over me.As we drove away from the hospital, I let out another sigh, grateful for the progress I had made. It had been a challenging two weeks since I woke up from my coma, but finally being strong enough to go home brought me immense joy. The thought of leaving the confines of the hospital lifted my spirits, I was more than ready to break free from the monotony of being in one place for so long.My mind wandered to Freda, the pillar of support by my side through it all. I couldn't help but feel a deep sense of gratitude for her unwavering presence in my life. She had been my rock, my constant source of strength during the toughest times, and I cherished her more than words could express.As the
Freda’s POV“Am I dreaming?” I asked because it was as if I was still dreaming.“No you are not Mama….it feels so_”I wrapped my arms tightly around him, perhaps a bit too tightly, feeling his slight groan as I squeezed in my overwhelming excitement. It had been so long since I had felt this kind of joy, this rush of emotions that threatened to spill over. Hardin was finally awake, and the prospect of our family being whole once more filled me with an indescribable sense of happiness.As I held him close, the reality of his presence sank in, grounding me in the moment. The weight of his existence, of his return to consciousness, was like a balm to my soul, soothing the ache that had lingered in his absence. The sheer relief of having him back, of knowing that he was no longer lost in the depths of slumber, washed over me in waves.In that embrace, in the warmth of his body against mine, I found solace and strength. The months of waiting, of hoping against hope for his awakening, had f
Freda’s POVI dashed to the hospital, my heart hammering in my chest like a drum, the news of Hardin moving his hand echoing in my mind like a mantra of hope. As I burst into Hardin's room, a flurry of medical staff surrounded him, their urgent movements a choreography of healing.A nurse approached me, her voice gentle amidst the whirlwind of activity, “Please come with me...the doctor will speak to you soon” guiding me to the doctor's office to wait. My footsteps felt heavy, each one a beat in the rhythm of anticipation that thrummed through me. The sterile scent of the hospital mingled with the tension in the air, creating a surreal backdrop to the unfolding moment.Emotions surged within me, a turbulent sea of relief, worry, and gratitude crashing against the shores of my consciousness. The sight of Hardin surrounded by a team of professionals, each one dedicated to his care, filled me with a sense of reassurance. Yet, beneath the facade of composure, I tried to maintain, a curre
Freda’s POVI stood by Hardin's side, watching over him as he lay in that silent slumber, a wave of realization washed over me. The truth that he might not wake up, that he might not be there to share in the joys and sorrows of raising our child, pierced my heart like a dagger. The prospect of facing motherhood alone, of shouldering the responsibilities of caring for our child without him by my side, loomed large before me.But amidst the shadows of doubt and fear, a flicker of determination ignited within me. The resolve to embrace this new chapter of my life, to welcome our child into the world with open arms and an open heart, grew stronger with each passing moment. The certainty that I would love and cherish this child, that I would be there for them no matter what trials lay ahead, anchored me in a sea of uncertainty.*******“I am beginning to learn how to cook again….yeah I know the last time was disastrous but this time I started with something simple” “Sandwich….I made a san
Freda’s POV“Where you hurt?…..ma’am can you hear me?…” I could hear the medics' voices fading into the background as my mind swirled with thoughts of Hardin, If only he were here, Jim would never have dared to lay a hand on me.“He is dead ma’am” I heard someone say from behind.“What?”“Jim…is dead” Despite the chaos around me, a strange calm settled within as the news of Jim's demise reached my ears. Memories of the pain he had inflicted on Hardin flooded my mind, serving as a bitter reminder of the past. At that moment, a sense of justice tinged with a hint of vindication, washed over me.The medics' concerned voices seemed distant as I processed the news, a mix of relief and closure washing over me. Jim's actions had not only caused physical harm but had also left emotional scars that ran deep. The weight of his deeds hung heavy in the air, a burden lifted with his passing. I wouldn't deny the closure his death brought. ********I was lost in my thoughts when I saw Miranda runni
Freda’s POV“Jim….what are you doing_”“Shut up your trash bitch! Don't you dare mention my name” he yelled at me angrily.I was gasping for air, my heart pounding in my chest as Jim pressed the gun against my head. Fear gripped me tightly, knowing that Hardin, my usual protector, was nowhere to be found. Jim's menacing presence sent shivers down my spine, I knew he wouldn't hesitate to harm me. He appeared disheveled as if he had just broken free from prison. However, amidst the chaos, there was a flicker of something in his eyes, a distraction that I couldn't quite place.Despite the imminent danger, a glimmer of hope sparked within me as I recognized the opportunity presented by Jim's distraction. I understood that I had to tread carefully, to maneuver this precarious situation to my advantage without triggering a violent response from him.“There is no Hardin to save you this time.…you are doomed Freda!” he said with a hint of disgust on his face, his grip tightening on the gun, I
Freda’s POVI sat there, staring at the hospital room walls, feeling lost and confused. The weight of the situation pressed down on me, heavier than anything I had ever experienced. How did life twist from happiness to sorrow in just a few months? Hardin, my rock, lay in a coma with no signs of waking. The air felt thick with uncertainty, and the news of my pregnancy added another layer of complexity to the turmoil. This should have been a time of joy, of shared anticipation, but instead, it was shrouded in fear and loneliness. I needed Hardin now more than ever, his strength, his presence, but he was unreachable, lost in a world I couldn't enter. The ache in my heart mirrored the ache in my soul, a deep yearning for things to be different, for a glimpse of hope in this sea of despair. At that moment, I felt the weight of the world on my shoulders, the burden of uncertainty pressing down on me with a force I could barely withstand. “I have told you countless times to stop thinking
Freda's POVI sat there crying profusely as I watched Hardin lying helplessly on the bed. I could not help but heave a heavy sigh of frustration, as it had been four solid weeks of laying there without waking up or saying anything. My heart bled as I continued to watch him. My eyes were heavy from the lack of sleep. I could no longer bear the silence, so I cleaned my eyes and took a deep breath before I talked.“Hardin,” I called out softly as I looked over his oxygen mask to see his closed eyes.“Hardin, I know you can hear me. Please come back to me. I can't keep living like this. It's been four weeks Hardin, you kept mute and refused to talk to me. Please open your eyes, Hardin. You should have allowed me to take that bullet. I survived it once, and could survive it again.” I said as tears rolled down my cheek. My heart racing faster as I was eager to see him open his eyes, but it did not look like he was going to open his eyes anytime soon.“Hardin, please, you have made me love y