ELLA'S POV
"Thank you for dropping her," I murmured drenched in thoughts as I raised my head to see the stranger my daughter had brought home this time. Pulling my gaze past his body, I paused, recognition flashing past my shocked eyes. This was Xavier McKinney, my one night stand, Ivy's father. I couldn't believe my eyes, my jaw falls slightly as the memories of our one night stand rushes into my mind. I couldn't help but feel a flash of emotions from the past years I've been left alone to bear and train Ivy ever since day one. The first was dropping out of school, then loosing matt, my boyfriend at that time to the pregnancy I had with an unknown stranger. I remembered the sleepless night I've spent, cradling my pregnancy wondering how I'd singlehandedly mother a child. Anger kicked in my veins as the memories sank deep. The loneliness I felt when my belly bump began showing while in college and being teased and made fun of. The loneliness still crept deep, the night I'd delivered Ivy into this world. The harsh pain I felt, the uncertainty, it all began creeping back. I could still remember passing out and having to undergo a 6-hour surgery after loosing all my strength while pushing. Tears gathered in my eyes followed by a seamless flow of anger and disgust. "Ivy, come in!" I yelled loudly pulling Ivy into the apartment as I turned back to him. "Thank you for bringing her home," I prodded firmly, hiding my tears as I sniffed. Ivy, unaware of what was going on, called out to him, "Don't mind my mom, she's always like that with handsome men." "No offense Cutey," he smiled, revealing his dentition which brought back more memories that only added tension to my anger. I slammed the door, my heart pounding in my chest as I leaned against it, trying to steady my breathing. How could this be happening? Xavier McKinney, the man who had ruined my life, was standing on my doorstep, brought here by my own daughter. "Mommy?" Ivy's tiny voice pulled me from my chaotic thoughts. I turned to see her standing in the hallway, her big green eyes—so much like his—filled with confusion. "Come here, sweetheart," I said, kneeling down to her level. As Ivy pulled over to where I was sitting, she hugged me softly, mumbling besides my ears, "Can I ask you a question mummy?" She shuffled over, her little face scrunched in curiosity. "Is he my daddy?" My heart ached. I took a deep breath and forced myself to stay calm. "No, baby. He's just a man Mommy knew a long time ago." "But we have the same eyes," Ivy insisted, her tone innocent and insistent. "And he's handsome and friendly. And rich. You always said my daddy would be all those things." I forced a smile, brushing a stray curl from her face. "Ivy, a lot of people have green eyes. There are billions of people in the world. It’s just a coincidence." "But Mama," she said, her voice small and uncertain, "I really like him. He feels… familiar." I swallowed hard, fighting the urge to cry. "I know, sweetie. But it's not that simple." She looked down, her little shoulders slumping. "Okay, Mama. But… can we at least talk to him? Maybe he can help us." I sighed, pulling her into a hug. "I'll think about it, Ivy. But for now, let's just focus on us, okay? I made spaghetti and meatballs. How does that sound?" Her face lit up instantly, the previous conversation forgotten. "Yummy! Can I help?" I smiled, feeling a glimmer of hope in her enthusiasm. "Of course, you can. Come on, let’s make the best spaghetti and meatballs ever." As we walked to the kitchen hand in hand, I couldn't shake the feeling that this wasn't over. Xavier McKinney was back, and my world was about to be turned upside down once again. But for now, I had my daughter, and that was all that mattered. **** (IN THE STREETS OF NEW YORK.) XAVIER'S POV I couldn't help but feel a wave at shock at this latest discovery. Here I am, standing at the door to my one night stand's apartment. This just had to be a coincidence, ever since our shared night stand four years ago, I couldn't still seem to get her out of my head. Day in, day out. She was unlike any other woman I've had, she was rare, tasteful in other words. I immediately noticed the groin forming in my pants at the thought of her, she looked really sexy in that gown. Her daughter, Ivy, yes that was her name, for a reason had run into me on my way to the office for a very important meeting. At the view of soulful green eyes, I felt a connection, she looked exactly like me. Same hair, same color, it just had to be a coincidence. Ella was really shocked to see me, I was also. She obviously didn't want her daughter to have anything to do with me. I understand I was once a one night stand, but the tear in her eyes, it all seemed to set a puzzle. I had a lot of crazy questions in my head but the one that stood out the most was, what if Ivy was my daughter? We obviously shared an instant connection but there was alot more, the similarities, my genes, it all began to paint a picture. Just before I could delve deeper into thoughts, I felt a ring in my pockets. Bringing out my phone, I read the screen and scoffed. A frown flashed across my face, it was Alex, my manager. "What is it Alex? I thought I made it crystal clear to not call me unless it's an emergency." I rasped furiously, frustration ringing clearly in my tone. I waited a while and I heard his fiddling voice over the line, "I understand sir but this is an emergency." "What kind?" My tone lessened. "It's the president, your father." He asserted, my heart clicking almost immediately. "What happened to him?" I yelled rushing towards my car. "He had another heart attack." I heard Alex's voice wave slightly. I immediately got into my car and instantly got in. Inserting the keys into the key hole, my car's engine roared, as I kicked to the brakes causing my car to zoom off like lightning. As I drove, I couldn't help but feel puzzled. Was ivy really my daughter? And if yes, would getting her and Ella to be with me be an easy kick? Hell no— the answer lurked into my mind. Getting them back into my life was going to be rough but I was surely going to try.XAVIER'S POV "Thank goodness you're here sir," I heard a call as I alighted the car closing the door gently behind me. Turning to face Alex, I rushed past him into the hospital where my father was being taken care of.Running past the security men at the hospital, I hurried for the counter. Arriving there, I turned to the nurse at the counter and blurted, "Excuse me nurse, which room was my father kept?""Oh, Mr Xavier, good to see you again..." She bickered licking her lips seductively while staring hungrily at me. "Can you shut the fu*k up and tell me what room my father is in."Shaken by my sudden yell and the stares she got, I watched as the nurse hurried with the files on the counter. "He is in the platinum vip treatment room at the top floor."Hearing her words, I walked over to the elevator, waiting as it's doors finally chimed open and I entered. Tapping the numbers of the floor I was headed, I waited patiently as the elevator, paused, the doors opening as someone else got in
ELLA'S POV "I have to leave," I uttered, wiping some strands of my hair to a side as I made my way out of the elevator. In a fit of rush, my bag fell and all my documents were all littered to the elevator floor. Bending to pick it up, I hurriedly packed up the few documents my hands could reach and immediately dashed out of the elevator before Xavier could call me. Just as I stepped out, I heard the soft chim of the elevator as I heaved out. Wiping off the beads of sweats clouding my forehead, I stood, trying to calm my heart's erratic beating. I was shocked to meet him here again. Was he stalking me? It was now beginning to look mysterious, they way he keeps popping up wherever I go. First was with Ivy, now at my workplace, what next? Was he going to pop back into my life and take over?I felt a whirlwind of emotions as I touched my lips, the memory of our kiss creeping back to me.Shit. How could I be so foolish, to allow him kiss me. Xavier was a flirt, he surely had a way of k
ELLA'S POV "Be a good girl for mommy, okay?" I smiled softly, patting my daughter Ivy's head as we walked next door to the Thompsons'. Mr. and Mrs. Thompson, old and retired, had been absolute lifesavers since Ivy was born. They didn't have children of their own, but they had showered Ivy with all the love and attention she could ever need, making their home feel like a second home for her.As we walked up the path to their front door, I noticed the crisp morning air and the scent of blooming flowers from their garden. It was a quiet, peaceful moment, and I felt a wave of gratitude for having such wonderful neighbors.I knocked on the door, and it swung open to reveal Mrs. Thompson. She was dressed in a nice outfit, clearly ready for something special, and her husband stood behind her, adjusting his tie."Good morning, Ella," Mrs. Thompson greeted me with her usual warm smile, but there was a hint of regret in her eyes. "I’m so sorry, but we have an event to attend today. We won’t be
XAVIER'S POV I strode into the hospital with the confidence of a man who owned everything in his sight. And why not? I practically did. The crisp, sterile smell of the hospital didn’t faze me; I was used to the finest things, and this place needed my money more than I needed their gratitude.As I entered the meeting room, my eyes immediately locked onto her. Ella. The woman who had haunted my thoughts for years. She looked as stunning as ever, and the sight of her sent a surge of possessive desire through me. I wanted her, plain and simple. I wanted to feel her, to claim her again, and this time, to stay in her life.Her eyes widened in shock as she recognized me. Good. Let her be surprised. I liked the idea of unsettling her, of making her wonder why I was here. As Mr. Anderson droned on about the charity event, I barely paid attention. My focus was solely on Ella and the way she tried to compose herself.When Mr. Anderson finally left, the room fell silent, the tension thick betwee
ELLA'S POV "And I like that." Xavier's words filled my ears, the undeniable connection of our bodies causing me to fiddle gently. My body throbbed with a lot of emotions, if anything, I wanted him to pin me to four walls of this office. For him to claim me— but I won't show it.He was a jerk, one I wasn't going to allow into my life. He had left me to myself then causing my then almost perfect promising career to be shattered. I couldn't help but feel a trace of hurt in my veins, my face hardening.Back then, I had the perfect life as an adult college student, a hot boyfriend, a best friend that loved to party. My career was promising, I was supposed to be a doctor, but all my dreams laid in dirt the moment the doctor had told me I was pregnant.We were having a practical back at school, I had fainted and my best friend, Maggie, with the help of Dave, my ex boyfriend, had both helped me to the sick bay. The nurse there had taken some test and had announced discretely that I was pregn
ELLA'S POVI was walking briskly down the hallway, trying to keep my head up despite the jumble of thoughts still lodged in my mind from Rhea’s confrontation. My hand tingled where I had smacked her and as the adrenaline ebbed away, a boiling blend of anger and satisfaction set in.Penny, who had been waiting for me at the nurse station, waved the instant she saw me. Her eyes sparkled with a hint of delight which was replaced almost immediately with some curiosity."What happened?" Penny asked, worry ringing clearly in her tone.I forced out a smile, not wanting to add to her worries. "Nothing, just Rhea’s usual nonsense, nothing worth stressing about."Penny looked at me knowingly; she saw right through my attempt to downplay it. “Ella, come on. What did she say?”Looking around to see if anyone could hear us, I sighed. "That's a story for later but I have some big news now."“Really?” Penny lifted an eyebrow curiously the worry in her tone ebbing away.Stopping in my tracks, I turne
ELLA'S POV "Whatever you’re trying to prove, Ella," He said, his voice softer, "it doesn’t change what’s between us.""I have to return back to work, sir?" I said, my head bent in an aim not to catch his gaze."You're mine, Ella." I heard him say, my mind freezing with fear as I lose myself in the ocean blue color of his eyes. The intoxicating fragrance of his body flared my nostrils, woody and dangerously seductively — I'd deduce. I couldn't help it but acknowledge the enticing feature of his body, his almost perfect body standing just an inch away from mine. The fiery burn in his eyes held me in their captivating charm, the heat of the moment causing me to snap back into reality. I wasn't his, I told myself countlessly as my body throbbed, aching for his touch. Pulling my self back, I said slowly freeing my hand from his grip, "I have to get back to work, sir." Flashing a final glance at him, I turned in an elegant swivel heading in the direction of the hospital. The glance I fl
ELLA'S POV “Don't you dare—” I threatened, ready to tear into Rhea. The sight of her made my skin crawl as I felt a sense of dread running in my veins. The sight of Rhea confronting Ivy was like a punch to my gut. I had been racing through the hospital, my mind a whirl of panic and worry, only to arrive and see Rhea, of all people, taunting my daughter. My heart pounded as I saw Rhea standing over Ivy, her smug expression a stark contrast to the tears streaming down Ivy’s face. The other nurses, those who always seemed to find a way to look down on me, were huddled around, their laughter sharp and cruel. I felt a surge of anger rise up, hot and fierce. How dare they? How dare Rhea use her position to hurt my child?Her words cut through the air, each one a blade aimed straight at Ivy’s vulnerable heart. I could barely hear the details, the anger in me blurring the specifics. All I could focus on was the sight of Ivy, small and trembling, her face streaked with tears."How could you