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
Bernard “Why aren’t you sleeping?” Rachel lifted her arms over her head and stretched. “I can’t sleep. I can’t believe I’m here.” Slowly, I reached between us and cupped her face in my hands. “I can’t believe it either.” Rachel flipped onto her side, so she was looking at me. She placed a hand on my chest, over the pounding of my heart, and the other underneath my chin. I saw the emotion dancing in the depth of her orbs, and it made my pulse quicken. Was I dreaming? Was Rachel really here after all this time? I’d spent so much time dreaming about what it would be like to see her again, to have her in my arms, that it no longer felt real. Yet, here she was, smelling like citrus and lemon and looking at me like I was the only man in the world. She shifted closer, and I could see every individual eyelash. Her lips lifted into a half smile, and a swell of emotion rose in my chest. I wanted to take care of her. I wanted to do everything for her. And our son. “I know
OliviaI don’t know how my commuting to work while Luke drives Riley to school turned into me hitching a ride with them and Luke taking me to work after he drops Riley off, but here we are. It’s a new routine that comes with other new routines: namely, Luke either spending nights in our apartment or me and Riley spending the weekend at his. It’s already becoming a problem, mostly because we just can’t seem to keep our hands off each other whenever we’re in the same place.And when Riley’s asleep? Oh, it’s game on—as in me trying to stifle my moans while I challenge Luke to hold back his groans. The last part is too difficult, especially with how responsive he gets to my hands and mouth on him.God, his cock is so responsive, too, getting so hard that I get caught with the thought that it won’t fit every time I see it. But it fits inside me perfectly, moving with a precision that already knows how I like it…and yes, it fits in my mouth, where I enjoy it just as much as I lick and suck
My stomach sinks. "I'm sorry, Liv. I apologize for?-""No, you misunderstand. When I say it's too much, I mean it's everything. I love it."Her tone...it's not angry. It's not offended. She sounds happy.I look at her-really look at her, my blurred vision clearing as my panic clears, too. I can't believe I missed the smile on her lips and the twinkle in her eyes, so warm and meant just for me."You love it?"She nods, her smile widening. She takes my hand and squeezes it, a quiet assurance filled with excitement. "Yes. I love it. I've always been happy selling my stuff online, but seeing it in a museum along with other paintings, even if it's just a replica, it's amazing. I didn't realize how amazing until I saw it with my own eyes, and I have you to thank for that. So, thank you."She kisses my cheek. There's a shyness to her now that's so endearing, but I don't want that. A giggle escapes her lips when I wrap my arm around her waist and tug her closer, drawing her out of that shynes
Luke“Where are we going, Luke?”“I told you. It’s a surprise. No matter how many times you phrase the question and try to pry the answer from me, baby, I’m going to say the same thing.”Olivia pouts. It’s supposed to charm and soften me up, but all I can feel is the nervous thump of my heart, even more intense than when I first took her and Riley to the Hamptons. I wasn’t even nervous during our first date, which was the real determining factor of how our relationship would progress.But I know why I’m nervous now, and I can’t help that it’s making me tenser as we keep driving. Finally, we park in front of a building, and I note her surprise as she reads the sign.“You’re taking me on an art museum date?”“Yes.”She turns to me and smiles. “Then it’s a lovely surprise. I love places like this! It’s perfect for an artist to appreciate other artists.”I nod and remain silent while I usher her inside, where we immediately gravitate toward their most popular areas. As expected, she absor
The trying-not-to-bump-into-Luke and trying-not-to-be-seen-together-with-Luke don't last long as Luke comes back while I'm in the file room. I can hear him chatting with someone, so when he calls for me, my shoulders stiffen, and I get nervous all over again.Thankfully, it's just James, who has been pretty nice and friendly since I met him. He continues discussing work with Luke and asks how I'm doing with my workload, never once mentioning our tans or asking how we spent our weekends. My shoulders relax when he finally leaves the office.Luke's gaze, however, stays on me."What's wrong, Liv?"Leave it to him to figure out how uncomfortable I am and call me out on it. He's good at that-good at comforting me, too, or finding ways to distract me. But since he's part of the reason this time, I hesitate."Nothing."The look he gives me tells me he's not buying it. He stands up.I take a step back."Liv?"I love that Luke knows me better now. But I also hate it. It means that I can't hide
OliviaDespite Carol’s confrontation putting a hitch in our weekend, I’m still feeling pretty positive by the time we return to New York City and I’m back in the hospital, basking in the busy atmosphere and the knowledge that I can tackle anything. It’s probably the accumulated energy from a great vacation, but my smile is wider as I greet staff I’ve become acquainted with over the weeks and list down the workload I have for the day in my head.I don’t account for bumping into Mark this early, but I even smile at him. He’s surprised but recovers and smiles back, then studies me as he notes my good mood.“Hey, Liv. Slept well?”I nod. “You could say that. It was a good weekend.”“I can tell. Listen, about our last few interactions…”I wave a hand. “Forget about it. Let’s just start over, okay?”In my mind, starting over means not avoiding him anymore but also keeping our relationship as cordial as possible. I expect him to take it happily, but he continues studying me instead.“Hmm. Yo
LukeIstand in silence, the words that spilled out of me hanging between us like a cloud. I could have kept it in and continued the easygoing flow with Olivia, but it's unfair. I've been unfair to Carol, too, putting all the blame on her shoulders, and I guess I don't want to be unfair to Olivia and repeat the same mistake.I brace myself for her judgment-for the shift from compassion to disgust, for her to step back from whatever this is between us. It will hurt like hell, but it's something I have to accept once I show her the real me..."People change."The quiet statement has confusion settling in as I search her gaze and realize there's no disgust."What?"I still wait for it to come, but instead, Olivia steps forward and reaches out to cup my cheek."Just because you were like that before doesn't mean you're like that now." Her thumb traces my cheek, a soft movement that leaves me breathless-and vulnerable. "So she doesn't have any right to judge you now.""Liv...""Listen, I wa
OliviaI’m beside myself as soon as Luke takes his ex somewhere more private, aware that she saw me and Riley—and that Luke took her out of the equation to spare me, especially Riley, the embarrassment of a confrontation. But being aware of it doesn’t ease my worry, and I find myself glancing at Adam from time to time. He’s busy trying to distract his guests, so I try my best to focus on distracting Riley.It’s easier said than done, though, especially when Riley keeps asking where her dad went.“I don’t know where he went, sweetie. But he saw an old friend, so they’re probably catching up.”It’s the best answer I can come up with.After a while, Nila approaches us. “Hey, does Riley want to get back in the pool with me? I got some snacks in this little floating tray and we can just eat in the shallow area.”I hesitate. “Well…”Nila leans closer. “Listen, I don’t know what the story is, but I know you came here with Luke and that woman seems like a vengeful ex or something. Trust me, I
This one's younger. He smiles when she introduces him to Adam, but soon her attention trails to where Adam keeps glancing: me. Carol's eyes widen before she kisses Adam's cheek and saunters toward me.I catch Adam shooting me an apologetic look-a silent message that he didn't mean for her to be here. Then Carol's blocking my view of him as she plants herself in front of me, a wry smile on her face."My, my. First, I wasn't told there would be a party, then I wasn't told who would be here. How long has it been, Luke?"Her casual tone and carefree attitude make me wary, but I match her energy and answer casually."I don't remember. I haven't really thought about it."I don't mean it as sarcasm because it's true. I realize I haven't thought about her in a long time. In fact, there's no prick in my heart at the sight of her like there used to be as if she's just a stranger now-or a longtime acquaintance who doesn't matter that much anymore.Carol, however, takes it as sarcasm and laughs,
LukeI don’t know why I’m nervous about showing off my property in the Hamptons when I’ve been showing it off for as long as I can remember. But then again, I’ve been showing it off to childhood friends who have properties sprinkled around the area and are used to this kind of lifestyle. And I’ve never taken my dates here, deeming them too casual to bring somewhere this personal.Olivia and Riley are a different matter because…well, they’re different. I can sense their awe the moment I give them a tour of the mansion, with Riley bouncing around with barely-contained energy and Olivia acting more subdued. When I finally show Riley her bedroom, her face lights up and she runs into my arms so I can lift her in the air.“This is so neat! I get this room for the weekend?”I bite back a grin and nuzzle her neck. “Yes, sweetie. It’s yours for the weekend. And it’s officially yours whenever we visit this place.”I brace for Olivia’s warning look for promising things like that, but she’s fight