The power just went out this morning in half the house. a guy is coming later today to check all the plugs, but it's been a bit chaotic. And while reading through the story i just found out I named two women Julliette. Sorry. I'll change it for future readers.
Kennedy’s povIt felt weird being back home. The house seemed even larger than normal, but very empty. Of course, there was the staff, but they were too afraid of me to interact with me. And rightfully so.My assistant was fired, so I had already asked one of my staff members to find a new one.But something felt off.Maybe because they hadn’t briefed me yet on why I was shot. Or maybe because of how things ended with Malachi.No… That wasn’t it.When the cops showed up the next day, they informed me it had been Daddy who sent out the hit. I had acted fine, like it didn’t matter, but once they left, I broke down.I don’t do therapy, and I have no real friends. None that I let see this side of me, anyway.While I had been the first to betray him, it still stung knowing my father wanted me dead.The police said he was in solitary confinement and wouldn’t be able to contact any of his old friends.They advised me to increase security even though they believed the threat was gone.As I hel
Malachi’s pov“So, can you tell me who tried to shoot at me?” I asked, getting more annoyed the longer the police were in my house.“That’s information that we’re not able to disclose at the moment.”Really? I’m pretty sure they told Kennedy, though; she would not let them leave before knowing who tried to kill her.But apparently, since I wasn’t the person they wanted to kill, just some innocent bystander, I didn’t need to know.“Like we advised Ms. Bamford, while the threat is gone, some added security would still be wise. Just in case.” One of the agents continued.Most of these guys I hadn’t seen before, except one of them, who was stationed at the safe house with us. He kept glaring at me, as if he wanted to say something, but held his tongue for now.“And where would I get the money to hire that security?” I asked mockingly. We’re not all billionaires.“I’m sure Ms. Bamford’s security details will be enough.”Yeah. Of course it would. Because that worked so well last time...“I q
Kennedy's povFuckity fuck fuck fuck!This can’t be happening right now!And Cassius, of all people, finds out first?There’s only one person I’ve fucked...The person who has been avoiding me for a month. Even when that old bastard takes me to the classes Malachi does, whatever it is he does, he ignores me. Too busy helping the professor do what?What does a teacher’s assistant do? Get coffee? Hand out papers?I don’t fucking know or care. I just know that every time I am there, he refuses to even look at me, let alone talk to me.Not even when the news about my father was leaked. By me. Or my team to be more specific.I couldn’t let someone else leak the story and spin it how they wanted to. At least this way, it earned me some sympathy votes, which I earned. I mean… Who else sacrificed her own father to help the world be a better place, only to be shot at by that same father?I am a fucking saint.Fuck. Fuck! I grunted, pacing the stupid office. Cassius was watching me through the g
Kennedy’s povI couldn’t buy those damn tests myself, so I sent one of my bodyguards out to do it. Since I didn’t trust my new assistant yet.He bought one of every kind, and I peed on them all.Fucking gross, but I needed to be sure.And everyone of them was positive.I couldn’t sleep all night. Usually, I’m not a person who worries or stresses. I try to make sure I am in control of every situation and that I always have the upper hand. Either by using money or power, I always get my way.Well, not always, but close enough.After feeling rejected by Cassius, it didn’t help that Malachi refused to sleep with me in the beginning. But once we started having sex, I enjoyed it far more than I thought I would.I enjoyed being around him, even if he got on my nerves. It was kind of surprising how I liked not being told yes all the time and how I felt challenged.And whenever we had a moment to talk. He seemed truly interested. Something very few people are. When I interact with others, they
Kennedy’s povThe stupid fucking doctor couldn’t come to me today, so I had to go there.Of course, I could see another doctor, but I don’t trust other people. I know they swore an oath or something, but that didn’t stop a previous doctor from airing my personal laundry for the right price.He might have pretended it wasn’t him, but someone at his office leaked the result of my STD test.In the end, I didn’t have an STD, just a yeast infection, but still. The motherfucker shouldn’t have talked.Daddy came to the rescue, though, and... Now that I think about it, I don't know what happened to the doctor or other staff. I never bothered to find out.But the clinic closed for good.But Doctor Payne was working in the hospital today and wouldn’t even change his schedule for me. The only reason I initially chose this doctor over all the others my assistant picked was because of his name.But now I’ve come to like him. He doesn't bullshit; he doesn't have cold hands; and he is discreet.So th
Kennedy’s pov “They’re all fucking scared of me, aren’t they? That’s why they sent you.” Cassius laughed at my words, “yeah, they’re scared shitless. Normal Kennedy was already fucking frightening, but now that you’re pregnant….” “So what was so damn scary that they had to send you. Aren’t you done? We signed the divorce papers yesterday, and the company transfer is almost done. What’s the big deal?” Didn’t I have enough on my plate? I thought maybe, maybe! Something was going to go okay. Maybe my life wouldn’t turn into a shitstorm. Because after the week I’ve been having, I need something good. Not only have the paparazzi been chasing Malachi around, despite my not sharing his name. It’s ridiculous why I even protected the asshole after everything he’s done to me. But I guess I’m just a better person than him. But then, the tabloids started making up stories that the baby was actually Cassius. They saw us talking outside, and we didn’t look like we were ready to kill each othe
Malachi’s pov“What the fuck did you just say?”Wow, the words that come out of this woman’s mouth.“Will you marry me, Kennedy?”“Get up, asshole.” She said, shaking her head in disappointment.This was not how I envisioned asking anyone to marry me, but getting someone pregnant after hiding from a shooter wasn’t really something I thought would happen either.I had been trying to get in contact with Kennedy for days, trying everything I could to make things right. Now that the news was out, I had to explain to Momma that I had a three-year-old son and another baby on the way.Momma was not happy that I got two women pregnant and wasn’t married to either. Especially since I always swore to do things differently.“I know you ain’t going to be a deadbeat dad like your daddy.” Momma had warned.I was going to find a way to be a dad to both kids, and one night it suddenly dawned on me. If I were married to Kennedy, it would solve everything.She wouldn’t be dragged through the media for b
Kennedy’s pov“Okay.”“Okay?” Malachi asked again.I sighed, regretting my decision immediately. “Yeah, like whatever. Okay, I’ll marry you.”It had dawned on me this week that I didn’t have real friends. None of which I could tell what was going on with me and Malachi. They'd either share it with other people or judge me.It was really fucking sad that the person who might not have judged me or spilled my secrets was my ex-husband.But I wasn’t going to tell him and have him gloat.Stupid smirk of his.It was my own fault, I guess. All the people I had chosen as friends were based on looks and status, not personality.As long as they weren’t prettier than me and had something I could use, I’d befriend them. Like one of my friends, whose dad is a fashion designer. The other friend is the daughter of a club owner, and there's another woman who has her own YouTube channel where she does make-up, which I occasionally guest star on.The list goes on, but you get the gist.They use me for c
Cassius pov“You’re so fucking beautiful.”“Language, dad.” Rose scolded me.I rolled my eyes, “you know what I mean. You are the perfect bride, Raven.”Seeing my youngest daughter get married reminded me of my own wedding. Ripley and I had wanted to do a quick wedding with just the three of us, not knowing at the time she was already pregnant with our middle child, Rayne.After we went to Malachi’s and Kennedy’s wedding, Ripley had wanted to get married in Europe too. But instead of France, she chose Greece.Even now, twenty plus years later, I can still remember how fucking gorgeous the country was. The white building, the blue ocean, my perfect bride in her summer dress.It was simple, but it suited us both. I didn’t need a big fucking wedding. I just needed my girls there. Rose and River wore matching dresses; they were so fucking cute. We had done the official part at home, at city hall. Ripley had asked two of the hotel staff to be our witnesses—two people who were now friends.T
Malachi’s povShe smelled and tasted even better than I remembered. I loved seeing that bump above me as I ate her pussy out. I kept my promise; I made her cum every time she told me she loved me.By the end of it, she didn't seem shy about it any longer; all the awkwardness between us was gone.She loves me, and I love her. And I intend to show her in every way possible.Once her legs felt putty and she couldn't move, I carried her to her room.“This is going to be our room now.” I stated, and she smiled at me.“Can you go inside the closet and grab that little bag for me?” she asked.I did what my woman asked me to do, looking for a small bag. I suspected it was my ring but didn’t want to assume.Once I found the bag, I handed it to her, and she took out a little box."Malachi Ford, you're nothing like what I ever imagined my husband would be like, but exactly what I need. You’re a sweetheart; you love to dance and sing, and your fashion sense is growing on me.”I chuckled at her wor
Kennedy’s povLong story short, I heard everything. Yeah, it’s an invasion of fucking privacy, blablabla. It’s my home! If I want to watch the security cameras for a bit, just to make sure everything is okay, then I can.I mean, it wasn’t like I was spying on them.Okay, I sort of was, but who cares?Malachi loves me. He said so twice now, so it’s like a fact at this point.And if he does get upset I eavesdropped, then he should also get angry at Leon, because that sneaky little man must have overheard my call with Cassius and Ripley.Yes. I talked to them. Of all people.But it wasn’t even about Malachi. They called me to see how everything was going after Juliette’s death and offered their sympathies. It was just a normal conversation until the fucker, Cassius, of course, started annoying me.He asked about the wedding and a bunch of other shit, that doesn’t seem really important right now. And then he started teasing me, like a fucking child.Ripley tried to stop him, well, sort of;
Malachi’s povHow do I even start?I wish I could put this off. I wish I could just wait a bit, but we have to go to France so Leon can say goodbye if he wants to. I read everything I could online about young children and death, and they all suggest letting the kids have a choice.Both the funeral and her burial will take place there.I can’t let my own feelings get in the way. I am angry; I’m sad. I’m so many things, but none of them are important right now.Is that what it’s like to be a parent? Putting someone else first, always? I respect momma in a whole new way.Every time I asked about my dad, did she hurt as well? She never showed it.“Papa?” Leon said, looking at me with big eyes.He’s so beautiful. Such an amazing kid.I swallowed, trying to keep my voice from breaking.Things were awkward between me and Kennedy because we almost kissed. But she was still here, her hand on my shoulder, trying to keep me sane.She’s a good woman. A good mother. And I am lucky to have her here.
Malachi’s pov“Do you believe in god?”Kennedy sighed. Our morning did not get off to a good start. I may or may not have assumed she had told Leon when I saw her holding him and crying.Thankfully I didn’t just yell out something stupid, but the damage was done anyway.The rest of the day had been awkward, and I still had not told Leon about his mother’s death.It surprised me that Kennedy stayed behind after our fight. She could have left. Leon wasn’t her responsibility, and she’s supposed to go to work. But she didn’t.Instead, she worked from home.Leon was now taking a nap, and Kennedy had just ordered lunch, so I thought it was a safe moment to talk to her. Guess I was wrong.“Why?”“I don’t know. Just... do you believe in God?" I asked again.“I’m a Republican; of course I believe in God." Kennedy replied stoically.I don't think that's how it works, but okay.."So you go to church, pray, and all that?"She rolled her eyes, “that’s too much. I just believe in God. And I donate t
Kennedy’s pov“I’m sorry,” I muttered.“What?” Ripley asked.“Don’t make me repeat it, please. You heard me.”Ripley giggled, “you’re sorry for what?”“I don’t fucking know. Everything? I was a bitch to you. I didn’t even want Cassius the way you want him. I never loved the man. It was a pride thing. And I don’t like people messing with my plans. And you messed with my plans a whole fu- shit, how does Cassius not curse around these kids?”Ripley shrugged, “he tries. It doesn’t always work. But you were saying?”“Yeah, you messed with my plans. Threw everything in the trash, actually. Kind of ruined everything we had planned, and even when I tried to fight back, somehow you still came out on top.”“Not every time. I was really miserable, and some of the things you did had a major effect on my and the girls’ lives.”I sighed, fuck… Why isn’t sorry enough? Why do I have to explain myself or whatever.“Look, I can go into a whole thing and explain my reasons. But we both know they were pre
Cassius pov“Um, so, fuck it. Do you want to come over so the girls can play with Leon?” Kennedy’s voice asked me on the other end of the phone.I should have never answered the phone when I saw her name pop up on the caller ID. We were having a relaxing day, the girls were almost ready to take a nap, which meant afternoon sex for me and Ripley while they slept.The naps could last for an hour or sometimes only twenty minutes, but it made things exciting, not knowing how much time we had to spend. And a quicky is still sex.Before I could say no, Ley took the phone from my fucking hands. Sneaky girl.“We’d love to; the girls can nap on the way over.”And now we weren’t having our afternoon sexy time? Hell to the fucking no.But Ripley had said goodbye to Kennedy and handed me back the phone. “Stop pouting, Cas. I’ll make it up to you tonight.”“You better…” I teased my fiancé.She rolled her eyes, “or what?”“Oh, you’ll see…” I winked at her with my smirk that she loved to hate.Ley ig
Malachi’s povShe looked damn good. I had imagined what Kennedy would look like when she was pregnant, but this was beyond my imagination.She looked beautiful and hot. The thought that this woman is carrying my baby is sexy as hell, but I can’t let her see it.Especially not after she disappeared for no good reason.We had talked for those two weeks. It wasn’t like she went no-contact. She just never mentioned she was out of the country.I was dealing with a lot myself, so when she said she didn’t have time for a date, I didn’t really care.Okay, that was a lie. I had grown to enjoy our dates. For someone who acts like she doesn’t care about anyone but herself, she is a very good listener. And she gives pretty good advice too, although a bit cold.But when you’re dealing with death, childcare, a wedding, and a bunch of other stuff, it’s nice to have someone who doesn’t get stressed out. She is calm, mostly because she buries everything. Which isn’t healthy at all. But that’s an issue
Kennedy“So you really don’t see anything wrong with what you did?” Malachi asked over the phone.How could I explain the need to leave for two weeks without giving much of an explanation.Should I just tell them the complete list of shit I am dealing with right now?First of fucking all, I am having a boy. Hooray! But no.Seriously…. My entire fucking life, I had known I would get a girl that would be just like me. It was already a thing to realize that I’d be having a mixed-race girl. Not because they’re not beautiful and pretty—I mean, they’re arguably more pretty—but because it means my daughter will not be a perfect copy.Yeah, now that I am saying it out loud. Or, thinking about it, I realize how crazy that sounds.So I will not be telling Malachi any of that.We found out that we’re having a boy, and his mother was there too. She’s a lovely lady, I guess. Very intimating, but I respect that in a woman. No bullshit attitude.She gave me some speech on how I should treat her son r