RachelI let the door click shut behind me before leaning against it. With both eyes squeezed shut, I lifted a hand to my face and rubbed in slow, circular motions. Over and over, I kept seeing Bernard’s face lit up in confusion and joy as he recognized me.I’d known it the minute I rounded the corner and set eyes on him.I should’ve quit then and there.But I hadn’t.Instead, I’d tried to steer him clear of any mention of the past while my mind raced with possibilities. Not only did I have to consider walking away from a job I needed, but I also had to make sure Bernard didn’t contact me again.He could never find out about Ron.Or he was going to take him away for good.Considering he hadn’t been a part of his son’s life for the past five years, I expected nothing else. Even though I’d tried and failed to find him again after our night together, none of that was going to matter to Bernard. All he was going to care about was the fact that he’d missed out on the past five years.And w
Bernard"Has Ms. Booth called?"Mary stood in the doorway to my office, a furrow appearing between her brows. "No, sir. Would you like me to call her for you?"I shook my head and sat down behind my desk. "No, thank you, Mary. If she calls, make sure you let me know."Mary shifted from one foot to the other and hesitated. "Is everything alright, sir?"I pushed my chair closer to the desk and raised an eyebrow. "Yes, why wouldn't it be?""You don't seem happy about my choice of housekeeper, sir," Mary continued, pausing to fold her hands together. "I can find you someone else if Ms. Booth is unsuitable.""No, she's fine. There are just some scheduling issues we need to work through."Mary stood up straighter and straightened her back. "I can take care of whatever issues there are, sir.""That won't be necessary, Mary. Thank you. I'll let you know if I need your help."Mary nodded and let the door click shut behind her.For the rest of the day, I tried to bury myself in work, alternatin
Rachel"So, you haven't heard back, huh?""Maybe he fired me." I shook my head and lifted the mug up to my lips. "I wouldn't blame him if he did. Working for him with our history was going to be awkward.""What history?" Taylor materialized in the hallway and fussed over her appearance in the mirror. "The two of you slept together once. That's not history. That's called a one-night stand."I took another sip of my coffee and winced. "Yeah, but we have a son together.""A son he doesn't know about," Taylor pointed out, pausing to adjust the collar of her shirt and toss her hair over her shoulders. "You are planning on telling him, right?"I sighed and set the mug down with a little too much force. "I don't know. I haven't decided yet."Taylor twisted to face me and arched a brow. "What do you mean you haven't decided? He's Ron's father. He deserves to know the truth.""I don't even know what kind of man he is. He was nice and sweet the day we met, but then he just disappeared."Taylor
I grabbed my purse and coat off the table behind the door. He held his arm out for me, but I ignored it and raced down the stairs ahead of him. When I saw the uniformed driver parked next to Taylor's front lawn, I paused."We can walk," Bernard offered, with a quick nod in the driver's direction. "Johnathan, why don't you take a break? I'll call you when I'm done.""Of course, Mr. Shaw."In silence, we settled into a slow walk, with the sun beating down on our backs and the smell of freesias lingering in the air. A few blocks away, the houses gave way to a sprawling complex with a mall, an outdoor cinema, and a few cafes with tables set up on the sidewalks. I made a beeline for the empty one in the corner,with Bernard hot on my heels. He pulled out a chair for me and waited till I was seated before taking the chair opposite me.After we ordered some drinks and appetizers, I sat back and linked my fingers together over the table. "So, what did you want to talk about?"Bernard folded hi
Rachel"I'm home," Taylor called out before the door clicked shut behind her. "Where is everyone?"I twisted to the side and waved at her from my spot on the carpeted living room floor. Ron sat opposite me, a furrow between his brows and a look of fierce concentration on his face. His fingers moved steadily over the sheets of paper and crayons lined up neatly in front of him.Taylor set her bag down by the door and kicked off her shoes. "What are you guys doing on the floor?""We're coloring, Aunty Tay," Ron responded without looking up. "Do you want to come and color with us?"Taylor ran a hand over her face and pushed her hair out of her eyes. "I would love to."Slowly, she lowered herself onto the floor next to us and adjusted the folds of her skirt around her. "How was your day today, buddy?""We're learning about numbers at school," Ron responded, pausing to wipe a hand over his face. "I don't like numbers. They're boring."Taylor patted his head. "I'm sure they'll get more inter
I paused and reached for my drink. With a frown, I stared at Taylor, a woman I'd known since high school, and tried to determine what to tell her. Having opened her home and heart to us, the last thing I wanted was to insult or offend her in any way. However, there was also no denying that Taylor had no idea what she was talking about.She didn't know what it was like to make mistakes.Or lose control for one night.As far as Taylor was concerned, there were rules for a reason, and coloring inside the lines all of her life had gotten her the life she wanted. She had a beautiful house in the suburbs, a job she loved, and the kind of financial stability most people craved. Although Taylor was generous and had not hesitated when I needed her, I knew she was never going to understand what it was like for me.Being forced to jump from one job to the next.Never being given a chance to prove myself.I didn't regret having Ron, and I was never going to.Yet, now and then, I found myself wond
BernardI threw the covers off and wandered into the kitchen. There, I rummaged around, using the pale light of the moon until I found a glass. After filling it up with water, I leaned against the counter and looked out at the balcony overlooking the Hollywood sign.Only I couldn't stop seeing Rachel's face.I saw her panic and confusion when I confronted her about her son.Had I pushed her too hard?Was there a better way I could've handled it?I couldn't tell for sure.All I knew was that I'd spent the past few hours tossing and turning while sleep eluded me. After our lunch, I had made my way back to the office and attended a litany of meetings followed by a steady barrage of phone calls. By the end of it all, I'd been exhausted but relieved.It had left me with very little time to stare at my phone.But Rachel hadn't left my thoughts, nor had the little boy with the familiar eyes.With a slight shake of my head, I finished the rest of my water and stared at the clock on the wall,
Rachel“I haven’t told, Ron,” I whispered into his ear. “I haven’t figured out how to tell him.”Bernard stirred and drew back to look at me. “We can tell him together when you’re comfortable and when you feel like it’s the right time.”I paused. “You’re really willing to wait?”“I’ve waited for five years. I can wait a little longer.”My heart pounded against my ears as I reached between us and cupped his face in my hands. “I can’t believe you left me a note.”Bernard gave me a soft smile. “Of course I did. I haven’t forgotten our night together, Rachel. How could I?”“I’m sorry I couldn’t find you.”Bernard shook his head and leaned into my touch. “There’s nothing to apologize for. The important thing is we found each other.”I cleared my throat and tried to pull back.But I couldn’t.Being with him again was bringing back all sorts of feelings, ones I’d tried to bury for the past five years and forget. Standing in front of him again, after all this time, was bringing them all to th
- LukeSix Months Later..."Baby, hurry. I don't want to tear your lace, but for the love of God, I'm hurting so badly."Olivia laughs at my whining, but she might as well have stroked my cock with how throaty and aroused her voice sounds. Her hands are frantic as they unhook her lace garter and finally lift her skirt, which now poofs around us like a peacock. Then her panties are there for the taking, and I do the only thing possible with my antsy fingers.She gasps. "Oh, my God. You ripped it-oh, my God."I smirk when those words turn into a moan as soon as I sink my cock inside her. But my smirk soon dies when we're rocking into each other with no pause, already too turned on to take it slow. I've been hard since I first saw her in her wedding dress, a lovely creature who got me harder with every smile and happy look she sent my way.Don't get me wrong; standing in front of the altar with her, exchanging the most intimate and heartfelt vows, was awe-inspiring. But a man has his lim
God. It's like getting whiplash. "You what? Luke..."He shrugs. "It's the best hospital in the state for me, but I'm fine working in other places since they also offer great facilities. I have connections and I can still land on my own two feet. That's what power does and I've decided to wield it. But that power, it doesn't matter, Liv. I could have no hospital accepting me right now, and I would still choose to step back.""Luke..." Because he loves me. But I still ask, anyway. "Why?"Just like that, the intensity in his eyes magnify into such pure light, the love clear and bright. I stagger from the emotions brimming from him and sweeping me off my feet, even more so when he finally answers."Because I don't mind losing the job, Liv, or my career. But I can't stand the thought of losing you."I open my mouth, but no words come out. Luke doesn't seem to mind as he ambles closer until there are only inches of space between us. I know the moment he inhales my scent because it sets my s
And her text makes so much more sense now.Still, I can't stop staring. Neither can Luke as he shoots up from his chair at my entrance, those dark eyes trailing from my head to toe-no, devouring me. My heart spikes and my breathing stutters, trying to comprehend his presence and the pure magnetism that I've been absent from in...gosh, has it only been two weeks?It feels longer. It's my first time seeing him since our confrontation at my apartment door, where he was brimming with outrage and despair. But all I see now, aside from those devouring eyes, are the bags under them, the hollowness of his cheeks, the gauntness of his features.Worry sweeps in. I take a step closer before I can think about it. "What's wrong? Why do you look like that?"He blinks. "Like what?""Like you haven't gotten any sleep and..."I trail off when his jaw clenches and his muscles tense, disbelief sparking on his face. "You really have to ask?" A short laugh comes out, jolting my stomach before he's back wi
Olivia"Mom, will Dad no longer come over to spend the night?"I've been waiting for Riley to ask that question and the day has finally come. I close my eyes briefly, gathering strength behind my lids before I open them and face her curiosity. There's no sadness there-thankfully, because Luke has been doing his best to call her whenever he can and assure her how excited he is over their next playdate.And me?Let's just say I've been trying not to listen in and hear his voice because hearing his voice sends a deep ache inside me that practically turns me inconsolable. Especially at night.But Riley's no fool. We might be shielding her as much as we can, but she still picks up on things, much like she picked up on Luke being her father before we were even ready to tell her. She studies me now, waiting for my response and probably prepared with more questions."I'm afraid he's very busy lately, sweetie, so he might not spend the night here as much. Or at all. But you can spend the night
He means it in a work-related manner, I think, but my heart sees it differently-and just like that, it cracks again, reality hitting me so hard that my knees almost buckle. I manage to control myself in front of Kyle, though, and jerk toward the door."Stop gossiping and go do your thing.""If you mean charming the hospital staff and other patients, sure. By the way, just because I can't stand your patients doesn't mean they hate me. On the contrary...""Steal them all you want."He chuckles, understanding I don't mean that. Despite what he says, I do like most of my patients. But the memory of the patients that I don't like reminds me of the patient who was rude to Olivia-and just like that, she's in my orbit again and I'm a miserable fool.I strap it all down and get to work. My mood doesn't improve when I find out that James isn't in today and all HR can say is that Olivia's resignation was cleared by the director before it even got to them. When I reach one of the staff lounges an
If her first words hit me hard, the next ones hit me harder."That you are too much. That I'm not ready for whatever this is. That I want to chase my dreams and you are kind of?-"She stops, but it's too late. I rear back, hearing what she's not saying, and punched with the truth I hear in it. But it's the detached way she handles the aftermath that truly sinks in for me-like she's gotten over it already.Like she's gotten over me.A cold sensation wraps around my spine before it spreads throughout the rest of my body."So it was just sex to you?"She opens her mouth, then closes it. I latch on to the movement, an ache pulling at my system before I get hit with reality."We had an attraction, Luke. It's not your fault that I want nothing to do with it anymore."Had. Past tense.God. She sounds fucking cold."And the resignation?"She shrugs. "I got a good offer elsewhere. I'm sorry I didn't tell you sooner, but it's a good thing. We both get a clean slate.""And you fucking decided al
LukeIwish Olivia would answer at least one of my texts. I know she’s probably busy with work already, but I miss her so much and would like some time with her before my schedule today swallows me up. Because fate seems to be working against that little reunion, I hurry to the hospital instead, comforted with the knowledge that at least I’ll get a glimpse of her—maybe even steal a kiss or two—before I head to my first surgery assessment of the day.But I’m stopped short when I don’t find her in the office. Instead, I find Wanda seated in Olivia’s chair and typing on the keyboard.“Wanda? How can I help you?”She shoots up at my presence, attempting a smile but not quite genuine with it. She studies my confused expression and looks confused, too, before that disappears and she clears her throat.“Dr. Jennings. I’m just finishing up a report that you’re tasked to read later—additional notes for your patient appointment this afternoon…”I shake my head, not quite understanding. “No, I me
OliviaI’m still on a high from a rather successful weekend, one that I didn’t expect to turn out the way it did. Not only did I secure four of the six clients, all of whom don’t care how long it will take me to paint them a piece of my artwork since they’re casual collectors, but I’ve also secured a deal with Jennifer, who agreed to display my sketches in the meantime until I can provide her with paintings. It still feels surreal, but I’m no longer nervous or hesitant about this.I’m excited. I didn’t think I would get this excited over a side gig, but it’s like a distant dream making its way to the center of my life and reminding me that it’s still achievable even if I’m already achieving another dream. It makes me feel invincible—because if I can conquer this, I can conquer anything.Like telling Luke how you truly feel about him.Yes. Exactly that.“Liv? Good, you’re early. I’ve been told you need to go to the director’s office right away. Something about your tenure.” Rose Sutton
In fact, quitting her seems impossible and I can almost say with certainty that I want to keep her for as long as possible. Our relationship is progressing nicely and we're starting to fit perfectly into each other's lives. No, we already fit, like two people who seamlessly click like a puzzle piece. Sure, it took a while to get us there after our rough patch, but after that..."I'm happy, too." She sighs. "But I'm also trying not to hope too much. I want this to be an inspiration, not a distraction, so I hope the clients will make reasonable demands.""Just remember that at the end of the day, you're the one in control, not them. Give them your timeframe. You'll be surprised how patient people can be."Just like me with her. Except my patience is wearing thin.I know I said I don't ever want to commit again after the failure that was my relationship with Carol, but Olivia is right. I'm not the same man I was before-and Olivia is different. At the end of the day, I have to ask myself