Taylor smiled. "See? You're still an important part of his life. Just because Carla is back in the picture doesn't mean that's going to change.""You don't know that."Taylor stood up and took her glass of wine with her. She finished off the rest of it before washing it in the sink. I watched her as she set it out to dry before coming back. Wordlessly, she lowered herself onto the carpeted floor in front of me and reached for a pile of clothes."I thought you hated doing laundry.""I do, but I love you more," Taylor replied with a smile. "And the sooner you get done with this, the sooner you can call Bernard to remind him about Ron's school event in a few days."I sat up straighter and cleared my throat. "I don't know if he will be able to make it.""He's made it to all the events so far, hasn't he? Besides, didn't you already tell him?"I nodded and glanced down at the towel in my lap. "I did.""So, you're just calling to remind him. There's nothing wrong with that."In silence, I fo
Bernard"We need to offer them better packages," I said, pausing to press two fingers to my forehead. I rubbed in slow, circular motions and ignored the niggling sensation in the back of my skull. "And better job benefits.""It should be enough." Raymond sat up straighter and crossed one leg over the other. "We should look into holding an event."I let my hands fall to the desk and stared at him. "An event?""Yeah, a lot of the other companies are holding these events to allow prospective employees the chance to tour the company, ask questions, etc."I raised an eyebrow. "I didn't know that.""Yeah, the recruitment process has changed," Raymond replied with a shrug. "So, we need to stay ahead of the game."I nodded and straightened my back. "Of course. Let's look into that and see when we can have one of these events.""You'll need to bring Carla into the fold.""She's only been here two weeks.""And she's already closed a deal with that oil company," Raymond pointed out with a smile.
"Thanks.""I've always admired your work ethic, Bernard," Carla continued, pausing to flash me a bright smile. "You're ambitious and dedicated, just like me. It's one of the reasons why we work so well together.""Don't you mean worked?"Carla inched closer, and her expression turned serious. "I mean work. We still work well together, Bernard. You and I closed that deal together the other week.""That was mostly you."Carla threw her head back and laughed. "Don't be so modest.""I'm not."Carla lowered her head and stared at me through hooded eyes. "You know, I wasn't sure if you were going to give me a job, but I'm glad you did. I've missed you."I took a long sip of my drink before setting it down. "You didn't miss me, Carla. You and I weren't a good match in spite of what people think."Carla shook her head. "We were. It just wasn't the right time, but it's been years, Bernard. I think it's time to try again.""What?"Carla inched closer and placed her hands on my shoulders. "I sti
Rachel“We need to talk,” Bernard said when I opened the door the following day. He lingered in the doorway, a determined gleam in his eyes until I stepped back. Wordlessly, Bernard followed me into the apartment and let the door fall shut behind him.“Ron, it’s time for breakfast,” I called out over my shoulders. “Hurry up, or we’re going to be late.”“Are you going to say something?”“What do you want me to say, Bernie?” I folded my arms over my chest and stared at him. “Because I honestly have no idea what you want me to say.”“You know that Carla and I are not together, much less re-engaged.”“Do I? I don’t even know what I know anymore.”Bernard covered the distance between us, his eyes never leaving my face. “You know that I care about this family, and I want to be a part of it.”“Can I have ice cream for breakfast, mommy?”I swung my gaze away from Bernard and took a step back. “No, sweetheart. We’ve been over this before. Ice cream is bad for you. You can have cereal, though.”
Bernard ran a hand over his face and blew out a breath. "Rachel, I don't know how many more times I can tell you this, but Carla isn't the problem here.""What is the problem?""You haven't even noticed how stressed I've been lately with everything that's going on at work," Bernard continued as if he hadn't heard me. "And you haven't even tried to make things better. Instead, you're just standing there accusing me of things I didn't do. I don't understand why you're being so inconsiderate and insensitive-""I'm inconsiderate and insensitive? You're the one who is letting people, including your ex-fiancé, think that I'm your housekeeper. Because that's what you really think of me, isn't it?""I don't know what you're talking about."I let my hands fall to my sides and stepped towards me. "Yes, you do. I agreed that we should keep it private because I thought it would be better, but I never thought about what it meant to you. You and I both know that we weren't meant to happen. If it wa
Rachel"I know it doesn't seem like it now, but things are going to be okay."I blew my nose before tossing the tissue into the bin. "How? How are things going to be okay?"It had been days since my argument with Bernard, and I felt worse and worse about it with each passing day. Not only had he not spoken to me directly during our interactions, but he was also careful to leave a wide berth of space between us when we interacted. Sitting across from him during our meals was a slow form of torture, and I hated every minute of it.But I had no idea how to make things better.Nor was I sure I wanted to.I couldn't be the only one fighting for us.More and more, I was beginning to wonder if Bernard regretted bringing me into his life. Wanting to be a part of his son's life was one thing. Getting involved with me, the mother of his child, was another, and I had ignored every warning sign and the voice in my head telling me it was going to complicate things.Why hadn't I just listened to my
BernardBeing around Rachel was hard.Especially when I had to keep my hands to myself and pretend like the space between us wasn't killing me. Over the past week, I had done everything I could to respect her wishes, even keeping our conversations strictly about Ron, but I didn't know how much more I could take.And I had no idea how to make things better.How was I supposed to when she wouldn't even look at me?In the mornings, she didn't linger over breakfast anymore and instead ushered Ron out the door as soon as he was done. In the afternoons, she sat as far away from me as possible in the car and didn't say a word until Ron got into the car and filled the silence. However, dinners were much worse. Gone were the warm hugs and bright smiles she gave me when I got home from work. Instead, they were replaced with a stiff greeting and a nod in my direction.I had well and truly messed things up.Why couldn't I seem to make her happy?Over the past few days, I had considered going to h
Bernard"I won't be gone long," I told him, pausing to ruffle Ron's hair. "And I'm sure you're going to have a lot of stories to tell me when I get back."Ron looked up at me. "Do you have to go?""I'll be back soon," I repeated with a small smile. "While I'm gone, you be good for your mom, okay? Don't give her a hard time.""I'll try," Ron replied. He threw his arms around me for a hug, and I held him to me, inhaling the fruity scent of him. A short while later, when he squirmed and drew away, I let him go. Slowly, I rose to my feet and watched him dart back into the apartment, brushing past Rachel, who stood in the doorway.I still hadn't been able to win her back.And the divide between us felt stronger and wider than ever.But I wasn't giving up.I couldn't."I'm sorry about the timing," I began, pausing to shift from one foot to the other. "I wish this was coming at a better time. I tried to postpone it."Rachel pushed her hair out of her face and cleared her throat. "It's okay.
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