She should be sleeping, just as she had told Nickson that she needed rest to ease her headache. But instead of sleeping, she stared intently at the ceiling of the guest room at Nickson's house, Rebecca's house.
Blakely still couldn't believe that Nickson had allowed her to stay the night and wear the silk pajamas she'd found in the closet. The pajamas were soft and comfortable against her skin which had been exposed to the warm air outside all day. And most importantly the pajamas were also very covered, a pair of shirts and trousers, so she wouldn't feel awkward walking out of her room in those pajamas.
Now Blakely felt like she couldn't sleep. Don't know what made her like this. Maybe because she was sleeping in a new place or because this was Nickson's house. Nickson! That annoyingly arrogant man allowed her to stay at his house? Hell! It's like a miracle.
Blakely squeezed the bolster in exasperation. She sleeps on her back thinking abou
There wasn't much to do today. Most of the work was done yesterday with Harriet. Now he should have more time to relax and go home to spend time with his son. But the thought of going home now seemed strange to him. The night is still too young to go home. It's still seven o'clock. And he was sure he didn't want to be home when Arthur hadn't gone to bed. Nickson opened his phone, looking at the incoming message he had been ignoring since an hour ago. He skimmed the message, typed in a reply to the sender of the message, and then hurriedly left his room with the car keys he had just snatched from his desk. He thought it was time he came out of the shadow of his terrible marriage with Rebecca. He has to move on. He should . . . maybe have a little fun with some of his pals at the club. Fifteen minutes later Nickson was at a fairly elite club in Atlanta. This club belongs to one of his college friends. They are good friends. He decided to open a business and leave all t
Meanwhile, Blakely was getting more and more annoyed at the disgusting sight that lay in front of her. There was no good choice for her to make. Turning to the right, she will find Antonio's face very close to her while turning to the left she will find Nickson's very disgusting face. She deeply regrets her decision to accept Antonio's invitation to have fun at this club. She thought this would cheer her up, but this only made her mood worse and worse. "Blakely you should try scotch too." Suddenly Maxim shoved a glass of scotch at her, pale yellow with specks of bubbles on it. It took Blakely some time to understand Maxim's words and grabbed the glass from his hand. "You've been drinking brandy so cool, now you should try scotch too." "O-oh.." Staring at the pale yellow liquid, Blakely looked doubtful. "Is the scotch here so special?" "Of course." Antonio put his arm around her shoulder and clinked the tip of his glass against Blakely's. “You will never regret drinking it. The
"Wh-what?" Blakely's lips stuttered. She began to look wary as she watched Nickson lower his face over her. "What are you going to do, Nickson?" "What do you think?" whispered Nickson low in her ear. Nickson's warm breath made Blakely shiver. She now regretted having challenged the man with her words. “Please, get out of my body.” Blakely's voice choked. Panic made her stomach churn and made her nauseous. "Why? Are you scared, Blakely? This is what grown women and men usually do.” “Ddo-doing what? Get out of me, Nickson. Please." "Are you nervous, hmm? Have you ever kissed?" Blakely's eyes widened. Instantly she panicked and she immediately slipped her hand between herself and Nickson's body to hold his chest from moving down against her body. “Please, let me go, Nickson. please. Don’t touch me." “You said you were a grown woman. You shouldn't have to panic about what we're going to do." Nickson brought
The first thing Blakely did when she woke up was stare at the ceiling in the room she was in. It was clean and painted white. All the walls in this room are white. The room was not like her bedroom in her apartment which was painted in a soft cream color. She then blinked twice, trying to remember what happened to her last night so that she could end up in this place. She knew for a fact that she was at Nickson's house. Some of the memories in her head told her, but most of them were hazy. She remembered being in Nickson's comfortable but uncomfortable car. Her head was very dizzy last night, she was like a woman with the lightest weight in the world because of the dizziness she felt last night. Her body felt like she was floating. And it was terrible! Blakely tried to remember what happened last night. At first, she had fun with Arthur at her restaurant. Yesterday the restaurant was visited by quite a lot of customers. She and Arthur then get busy in the kitchen preparing s
A loud bang on the door made Blakely jump in surprise. She, who was busy biting her lips earlier, panicked and groaned in pain when her lips were accidentally bitten until they bled. Nickson's scream at the door made her rush to open the bedroom door while looking at the man with anticipation. "Go out." "I was just about to leave." Blakely gulped nervously. Facing an angry Nickson was a terrible disaster. “I borrowed these clothes from the wardrobe. My clothes are dirty. I'll give it back as soon as I wash it." "You can take it. No one will ever wear that shirt again. Let's get out." "I'll call a taxi." "No need to call a taxi." Nickson impatiently pulled Blakely's hand out of the guest room and slammed the door shut behind her. He then signaled through his eyes for her to follow him down. “Mom wants me to come to her house to pick up Arthur. They will go to the theme park. Mom insisted that I take you." "Me? Oh, I better not come. I don't want to intrude on your time. It's t
Around nine-seven minutes they arrived in Fayetteville. Blakely, who didn't know where they were going, became very excited when Nickson drove his car into a theme park that looked very crowded from the outside. Many cars are parked in the parking lot. She hadn't had fun at the Theme Park in a long time. And it feels like a nice vacation to enjoy. She wanted to release all the stress that had been bothering her lately. "You didn't say we were going here." "I told you earlier." “If only I had known—” Blakely mumbled as she unbuckled her seatbelt. “—I will make a lunch box for the picnic.” When she set her feet on the ground, she was immediately greeted with the cool air of the dry end of summer. Her hair, which was tied in a ponytail, fluttered in the wind like a ponytail being tossed about. She closed her eyes for a moment, soaking in the dry summer air before it would turn into a cold wind. "They've been waiting for us. Come on." Nickson's voice ruined all her fun about the hol
No. She would have corrected her words a few hours ago. It's still the worst day of all time. There couldn't have been a worse day when she had to be stuck with Nickson the entire time.Hell! Blakely didn't know why Nickson's parents suddenly ran away. Yeah, it looks like they ran away because they suddenly had something to do in the middle of lunchtime. They were having lunch together at a cafe inside a theme park that sells a variety of American food. Blakely ordered fried chicken and cola, Nickson ordered spaghetti and meatballs, and Arthur ordered french fries and chicken wings. In the middle of the luncheon, Nickson's parents told them that Hulya had something urgent to attend to, so they had to skip lunch and have to leave Arthur with all sorts of fake regrets. Blakely suspected that Nickson's parents had intentionally left them in the middle of the theme park with Arthur. So after lunch, they continued their adventure to ride the rides av
Harriet raised her eyebrows in surprise when she saw Nickson walking towards her. She tried to observe Nickson's appearance from head to toe to find a noticeable difference from Nickson's appearance this morning. The black suit looked neat and slick, that's typical of Nickson. Not something strange at all. His hair was neatly styled and gelled, which was also typical of Nickson. Not something strange. Harriet looked at Nickson's shoes and the briefcase he was carrying in his right hand, nothing different. Everything was the same as she usually saw in Nickson every morning. But she was sure she had missed something. Something that made him look different this morning. "Hello Nickson, it's Monday." "I know. I can't wait for Monday." "Is that true? But this morning you looked different.” “I'm the same as you saw me last Friday, Harriet. How's the Redbernt Corp document you edited last week, all in order?” "It's ready and I was just about to put i
NOTE: Hi, this is only a small part of my latest story, THE DOCTOR'S SCANDAL. You can find Arthur's story after growing up here.Thank You The woman was wearing a short fuschia dress with spaghetti straps. She looks sexy, but she's not slutty. She wrapped herself in an untouched costly elegance. A simple gold watch wrapped around her wrist along with a beaded white gold bracelet. Apart from that there are no other accessories. There wasn't any ring on her finger. Her wavy auburn hair was like fire framing her resolute face. Ryker recognized Bella as a beautiful woman. Unfortunately, Bella has a mouth that is too presumptuous. Bella will not hesitate to snap at anyone who blatantly annoys her. "I wouldn't say that I'm glad to see you here." "I think so. But you are free to sit where you are, I will not kick you out.” “Well, this club is not yours. You can't kick me out while I'm here and paying for my drink." "I could have bought this place right now if I wanted to kick you out."
“I want to thank my management, my agent, and all my great staff, who have brought me to this point. Without their hard work, I would never be standing in this place to receive the most prestigious award in the field that I love so much. Oh and one more thing, a huge thank you to my dear husband, Ryker Rolland, who must be watching me from our favorite living room right now. It's a shame my husband can't be there to accompany me here.” “Bullshit!” Ryker turned off the television and threw the black remote onto the floor. A loud sound echoed throughout the silent sitting room. And then died silence. His beautiful and talented wife is a liar. Jessie had abandoned him for the sake of her career in the entertainment world. Now Jessie is in Milan, attending a prestigious award ceremony because her name is on the list of nominees. Jessie even left without telling him three days ago. Jessie reasoned that this trip was sudden and she didn't have time to tell him because her assistant had al
"Surprise!" Blakely exclaimed excitedly when the next day she got a surprise from Tiffany and Reese. They both suddenly came to New York and visited her in the hospital. Blakely has even been very annoyed lately because they don't seem to actively respond to every message she sends. But it looks like Reese and Tiffany deliberately looked nonchalant to surprise her. "Congratulations Nickson." Tiffany shook Nickson's hand and smiled gently. Then it was Reese's turn to congratulate Nickson. Suddenly the two of them became awkward. Reese held out his hand, and Nickson shook it stiffly. This was their first meeting after that day's beating. The two of them still looked awkward with each other, and Nickson suddenly asked Blakely for permission to come out to check on Arthur and her parents who were walking around the hospital garden. "I hope one day you two can chat more casually and sit together." Blakely looked at Reese with concern. "Stay cool. W
"Nickson, can you stay home today?" Blakely took over the tie that Nickson had just taken out of his dresser drawer, then she wrapped her arms around Nickson's neck. “Your birthday is still three weeks away, Honey. Don't use that excuse to keep me at home." Blakely pursed her lips pouting at Nickson. She let go of her hands that were wrapped around Nickson's neck, then she pulled Nickson's right hand and put it on top of her stomach. "The triplets are fighting in there, fighting to get out of their mother's womb first." "I don't feel anything," said Nickson mischievously, but then he immediately kissed Blakely's lips briefly and rubbed his wife's belly gently. "Is this a sign you're about to give birth?" "Who knows? Maybe yes, maybe no. But today I want you home with me. Can you? Please, Nick,” She showed her coquettish smile to Nickson. And her mischievous hands began to rise to caress Nickson's broad chest so that he chose to stay at home wi
Blakely yelped in surprise when Nickson suddenly grabbed her by the shoulders and forced her to lie down next to him. Nickson wrapped his arms and legs around her until Blakely literally couldn't move anywhere. "Since when did you wake up? You overheard my conversation with Reese?” “You even speak very loudly. There's no way I wouldn't wake up." Nickson grumbled while keeping his eyes closed. Nickson's chin was above the top of Blakely's head and his nose breathed in Blakely's always pleasant scent. "Sorry. It is a tradition. He used to call me in the middle of the night at Christmas. He always wanted to be the first to wish me a Merry Christmas.” "Okay. I'll be second then. Merry Christmas my dear wife." “Merry Christmas my possessive and jealous husband.” Blakely pushed against Nickson's chest, trying to free herself from his arms and legs because she wanted to see Nickson's face. "What are your hopes for Christmas this year?
Blakely was awakened by the sound of the telephone ringing above the nightstand. It sounded noisy and deafening in her too-quiet room. And more surprisingly, the caller called her at twelve one minute at night. If it wasn't a madman, someone calling her this late or this early was a complete lunatic. The phone kept ringing loudly as Blakely tried to gather her senses. She had to crawl a little harder to reach for the phone, and then she put it to her ear without seeing the name on the screen. "Did I wake you up?" "Of course. What kind of madman is calling at this hour?” Blakely grumbled. She tried to get Nickson's hands off her stomach and shifted onto the headboard so her back could rest comfortably. She was surprised that Nickson didn't wake up at all, even though her cell phone was ringing so loud. Nickson sleeping like a baby beside her in a sideways position towards her looking so cute. Nickson does look handsome and cute only when he sleeps. If he wakes up, Nickson can be ver
Nickson sped to the hospital like a madman on a whim. All the bad thoughts danced in his head like a scary ghost. He imagined Blakely's condition was really bad because Blakely wouldn't have passed out if she wasn't sick. He was a complete fool for not thinking about Blakely's mental state because of their fight. He still thought Blakely would be as tough as she was before she got pregnant. Blakely is now as fragile as a feather. If a strong wind hit, Blakely wouldn't be able to do anything but fly in the wind.Damn me!Nickson cursed himself over and over again. He made a sharp turn into the fairly deserted hospital parking lot. He was grateful that no pedestrians were passing around the parking lot. He would probably hit them one by one due to the insane speed of his car. To avoid getting into trouble with the annoying security guard, this time Nickson parked his car where it was supposed to be. He took a place as close to the lobby as possible. Then he jumped down and dashed into t
Nickson put his glass on the table, then he leaned back against the sofa with a more relaxed feeling. "We did fight that night. We were both too stubborn and childish. I guess that's the main problem. It's not your fault we fought." "I kissed you that night." "Not the first, right?" Bella felt her cheeks blush under Nickson's deadly gaze. How could Blakely let a man like Nickson just slip out of her grasp? Bella cursed Blakely's stupidity in her heart. There are many women out there who want their position to be the woman Nickson loves. She even wanted Blakely's position to be an important woman in Nickson's life. But Blakely squandered her chance and abandoned Nickson. "I know I've crossed the line. I'm sorry, I shouldn't have tried to kiss you. But you're not mad at me?" "What for? Will my anger stop you?” Bella nodded slowly. Of course not. Even if Nickson cursed her, she would still kiss Nickson because she always wondered
Nickson got out of his Jag and slammed the door loudly. Blakely was still in the car, trapped by fear and trepidation. What will Nickson do to her tonight? Was Nickson going to beat her up and tie her to the bed like psychopaths usually do? Knock knock A knock on the window interrupted Blakely's thoughts. She stuttered when she saw Nickson command in a loud voice she could even hear in a soundproof car. "Down. Now!" With a very slow motion, Blakely unbuckled her seatbelt, then stepped out hesitantly. "We have conditions and issues we need to talk about." "Your parents are inside. We can't possibly fight in front of them." "I know." Nickson cursed inwardly. When he wanted to vent all his anger, his mother and father were accompanying Arthur in there. "I'll throw them away." "What? You are crazy. Don't be rude to your parents just because you're mad at me." "I'll do it slowly. Wait for me in my study.”