Lucille’s POV“What do you say, huh?” He nudged me with his lips. I sighed, wrapping my hands tightly around him while I rested on his shoulder. “I don’t know what to say, Kent. Wouldn't it be too overwhelming for me?” Handling two men, whether it was pretense or not, was wild to me. But I couldn't deny that these two men were slowly creeping into my heart. “I will make it less overwhelming. I will be your comfort behind the scenes…” He assured me, his voice sounded so enticing that I couldn't refuse. “Please, don’t refuse me.” He whispered in my ear, and at the same time, he bit my earlobe, making me shake in his arms. “Alright.” I smiled, but my smile was hidden behind his neck. If he only knew the excitement and thrill that coursed through my body because of the prospect of what he was proposing. Spending time with Martin was already thrilling enough, but Kent was going to bring a wild vibe I looked forward to. “That’s my girl.” He nudged me to look at him and then kissed me
Lucille’s POVMartin’s hand tightened around me beneath the table and the lines on his forehead scrunched up in irritation. “Grandmother–”I didn't want him to speak rudely to his grandmother, so, I cut him off, “You shouldn't really be expecting babies from us.” My smile was apt, looking like the kindest Goddess while in my heart, I was staring daggers at her. Of course, the family members gasped at my words but only Martin stayed calm. On the other hand, the old lady looked disturbed and confused at my words. Did she think I was going to accept her words that easily?“If you are not going to give us babies, then what is your contribution to the family?” Aunt Mary raised a brow at me, looking sassy and judgy. This time, before I could speak, Martin spoke up. “She is not popping out babies for the family, is she?” His calm tone reverberated through the table, commanding attention from them all. “If Grandmother wants great grand babies so much, she can marry off any of my cousins
Lucille’s POVThe car went silent and Kent still had his hands on his thighs. I didn't know if he was shocked or not but I could only hear his heavy breathing. I sat upright and turned his face, to look straight into his eyes, “Kent, say something.” I nudged him by the shoulders. “Don’t make me feel like I have done something wrong.” I cried. “I have tried to suppress whatever I feel for you both but it’s not happening.” My voice turned shaky and my eyes turned red.“You both swooped in and out of my life just like that and you both have the same influence on me…”“Shh…” He cut me off, placing a finger on my lips. I didn't know what he was feeling because his face was blank now. “You don’t have to explain yourself, Lucille. I understand how you feel.” He said, a small smile playing on his face. “You do?” I arched a brow at him. “Hmm…” He nodded. “I see how you struggle between Martin and I. Both of us are fighting for a space in your heart but none of us outweigh the other.” I w
Lucille’s POV“Damn it!” I facepalmed myself, disappointed that we were in the car and we needed to get out. Kent let go and rested his head on my chest as he breathed heavily. “Should we continue?” He asked. “Of course not.” I rolled my eyes. “Then everyone will know what we are doing here.”“The driver already knows though.” Kent snickered with a smile as he looked up at me. “There is no way we are staying here!” I pushed him off me, suddenly finding the car a bit too cramped. I was embarrassed knowing the driver knew of our actions and Kent wasn't making it easy either. How could he think of staying when the driver had asked us to get down?“Why did he even knock?” Kent frowned, scowling in displeasure. “I was just about to have you to myself…”“Don’t worry.” I smiled. “We can do that when we go in. No one will disturb us then.” I held his chin, playing with his skin with my fingers. But then his eyes roamed down to my chest and a newfound hunger arose in them. “What are you l
Martin’s POV“Drive to Kent’s mansion!” I ordered the driver as I watched Kent and Lucille drive away. My elbow rested on the car door, while I covered my clenched jaw with my palm. How dare that bastard try to take Lucille away from me? I was her first husband! Only my marriage to her would be recognized but that didn't seem to hold much weight because Kent wouldn't relent.In as much as both of us were on the same page about helping Lucille after a circumstance in which we were involved together, it didn't mean we were on the same page about who would be Lucille's lover now. We never talked about it and it didn't seem to be a big deal then because we were trying to get her to understand us. And now that she did, I regretted not setting it straight with Kent.At this point, the driver rode just behind Kent’s car and I watched the back window like a hawk, wondering what could be going on inside but I could see nothing. All I could do was sit back and follow after them. __After in
Lucille’s POV I was vexed, and hurt that he would just leave that way. Where was his dangerous self when he didn't want me alone with Kent? Where was his assertive self when he asked me to choose between him and Kent? And now, he just wanted to leave? If I had not stopped him earlier, he would have left without looking back. For the first time, I detested his calmness which I used to admire so much and thought was sexy. “You want to leave, right? Go!” I turned to leave, not wanting to beg him to stay. It was my fault for liking two men at the same time. It was my fault for not being able to choose between two wonderful men. Maybe I was too selfish. “Lucille! Wait!” He caught me before I could go further into the house. I halted my steps but I didn't turn to look at him, and then he walked to stand before me. “I don’t understand. Tell me what you mean by fighting for you. Who am I to fight? Kent?” He asked. I sighed at that question. I didn't want them to fight of course.
Lucille’s POVThe next morning…I opened my eyes which had gone puffy due to the tears from last night. My heart was heavy and as I lay on the bed, I stared at the white ceiling for longer than a minute wondering what decision Martin was going to make. Also, I felt Kent was sitting on the fence, however, his words from last night made me think otherwise. Just at that moment, a deep voice flowed into my ears. “You are awake…”My head snapped to the side as I saw Martin sitting casually on the couch close to my bed.“Martin…” I gasped, quickly sitting up. I was surprised to see him, and he didn't look anything that he was from last night. He was back to his usual self. I took out my legs from underneath the sheets, ready to climb down the bed…“Stay in bed. It’s still very early to rise.” His words were commanding and I found myself sitting. But my eyes searched his face in worry. “How long have you been here?” I asked. “You should have woken me up if you wanted to talk...” “You we
Lucille's POV I was finally let out of the hospital, ready to reunite with my family. I glanced down at the cake on my lap, and my lips curled into a smile. The cake was for my son, he was five years old today. I had missed moments with him because of my illness, but I wasn't going to miss this one. My son and husband would be so surprised to see me. I pictured their expressions, and I chuckled softly. "We are here, Ma'am," the cab driver said, pulling me from my thoughts. The cab came to a halt, and I fished some cash from my bag before stepping out of the car. I paid the driver and glanced at my house. It looked so familiar and warm. It hadn't changed one bit. With a warm smile, I walked to the gate and once I passed through, I approached my house excitedly, but the sight that greeted me upon entering made me cold. I saw my son and my husband standing close to a cake, with someone I hadn't expected. Vanessa. My ex-best friend. She wasn't my friend anymore becaus
Lucille’s POVThe next morning…I opened my eyes which had gone puffy due to the tears from last night. My heart was heavy and as I lay on the bed, I stared at the white ceiling for longer than a minute wondering what decision Martin was going to make. Also, I felt Kent was sitting on the fence, however, his words from last night made me think otherwise. Just at that moment, a deep voice flowed into my ears. “You are awake…”My head snapped to the side as I saw Martin sitting casually on the couch close to my bed.“Martin…” I gasped, quickly sitting up. I was surprised to see him, and he didn't look anything that he was from last night. He was back to his usual self. I took out my legs from underneath the sheets, ready to climb down the bed…“Stay in bed. It’s still very early to rise.” His words were commanding and I found myself sitting. But my eyes searched his face in worry. “How long have you been here?” I asked. “You should have woken me up if you wanted to talk...” “You we
Lucille’s POV I was vexed, and hurt that he would just leave that way. Where was his dangerous self when he didn't want me alone with Kent? Where was his assertive self when he asked me to choose between him and Kent? And now, he just wanted to leave? If I had not stopped him earlier, he would have left without looking back. For the first time, I detested his calmness which I used to admire so much and thought was sexy. “You want to leave, right? Go!” I turned to leave, not wanting to beg him to stay. It was my fault for liking two men at the same time. It was my fault for not being able to choose between two wonderful men. Maybe I was too selfish. “Lucille! Wait!” He caught me before I could go further into the house. I halted my steps but I didn't turn to look at him, and then he walked to stand before me. “I don’t understand. Tell me what you mean by fighting for you. Who am I to fight? Kent?” He asked. I sighed at that question. I didn't want them to fight of course.
Martin’s POV“Drive to Kent’s mansion!” I ordered the driver as I watched Kent and Lucille drive away. My elbow rested on the car door, while I covered my clenched jaw with my palm. How dare that bastard try to take Lucille away from me? I was her first husband! Only my marriage to her would be recognized but that didn't seem to hold much weight because Kent wouldn't relent.In as much as both of us were on the same page about helping Lucille after a circumstance in which we were involved together, it didn't mean we were on the same page about who would be Lucille's lover now. We never talked about it and it didn't seem to be a big deal then because we were trying to get her to understand us. And now that she did, I regretted not setting it straight with Kent.At this point, the driver rode just behind Kent’s car and I watched the back window like a hawk, wondering what could be going on inside but I could see nothing. All I could do was sit back and follow after them. __After in
Lucille’s POV“Damn it!” I facepalmed myself, disappointed that we were in the car and we needed to get out. Kent let go and rested his head on my chest as he breathed heavily. “Should we continue?” He asked. “Of course not.” I rolled my eyes. “Then everyone will know what we are doing here.”“The driver already knows though.” Kent snickered with a smile as he looked up at me. “There is no way we are staying here!” I pushed him off me, suddenly finding the car a bit too cramped. I was embarrassed knowing the driver knew of our actions and Kent wasn't making it easy either. How could he think of staying when the driver had asked us to get down?“Why did he even knock?” Kent frowned, scowling in displeasure. “I was just about to have you to myself…”“Don’t worry.” I smiled. “We can do that when we go in. No one will disturb us then.” I held his chin, playing with his skin with my fingers. But then his eyes roamed down to my chest and a newfound hunger arose in them. “What are you l
Lucille’s POVThe car went silent and Kent still had his hands on his thighs. I didn't know if he was shocked or not but I could only hear his heavy breathing. I sat upright and turned his face, to look straight into his eyes, “Kent, say something.” I nudged him by the shoulders. “Don’t make me feel like I have done something wrong.” I cried. “I have tried to suppress whatever I feel for you both but it’s not happening.” My voice turned shaky and my eyes turned red.“You both swooped in and out of my life just like that and you both have the same influence on me…”“Shh…” He cut me off, placing a finger on my lips. I didn't know what he was feeling because his face was blank now. “You don’t have to explain yourself, Lucille. I understand how you feel.” He said, a small smile playing on his face. “You do?” I arched a brow at him. “Hmm…” He nodded. “I see how you struggle between Martin and I. Both of us are fighting for a space in your heart but none of us outweigh the other.” I w
Lucille’s POVMartin’s hand tightened around me beneath the table and the lines on his forehead scrunched up in irritation. “Grandmother–”I didn't want him to speak rudely to his grandmother, so, I cut him off, “You shouldn't really be expecting babies from us.” My smile was apt, looking like the kindest Goddess while in my heart, I was staring daggers at her. Of course, the family members gasped at my words but only Martin stayed calm. On the other hand, the old lady looked disturbed and confused at my words. Did she think I was going to accept her words that easily?“If you are not going to give us babies, then what is your contribution to the family?” Aunt Mary raised a brow at me, looking sassy and judgy. This time, before I could speak, Martin spoke up. “She is not popping out babies for the family, is she?” His calm tone reverberated through the table, commanding attention from them all. “If Grandmother wants great grand babies so much, she can marry off any of my cousins
Lucille’s POV“What do you say, huh?” He nudged me with his lips. I sighed, wrapping my hands tightly around him while I rested on his shoulder. “I don’t know what to say, Kent. Wouldn't it be too overwhelming for me?” Handling two men, whether it was pretense or not, was wild to me. But I couldn't deny that these two men were slowly creeping into my heart. “I will make it less overwhelming. I will be your comfort behind the scenes…” He assured me, his voice sounded so enticing that I couldn't refuse. “Please, don’t refuse me.” He whispered in my ear, and at the same time, he bit my earlobe, making me shake in his arms. “Alright.” I smiled, but my smile was hidden behind his neck. If he only knew the excitement and thrill that coursed through my body because of the prospect of what he was proposing. Spending time with Martin was already thrilling enough, but Kent was going to bring a wild vibe I looked forward to. “That’s my girl.” He nudged me to look at him and then kissed me
Lucille’s POV“Are you sure?” His tone was suddenly deeper than usual and his aura became a bit calm.“Yes?” I turned to him, again and noticed his eyes had gone dim. Instantly, I knew what he was thinking. “Kent, it’s just my zipper. Nothing special. You won't be in the room when I take off my clothes, would you?” I poked him in the arm, trying to reduce the tense atmosphere. “I know…” He looked away from me. “But you know how I feel about that.”“Your back is one of the sexiest parts of your body.” He was truthful, not mincing words. However, I was speechless, not knowing what to say. “I wouldn't be able to control myself when I see it.” He shook his head. Of course, I recalled how he used to adore me and make love to me from behind when we were married. He even suggested I got a spine tattoo at the time but I didn't get to do that, because of the divorce. “It wouldn't get to that…I guess…” I stuttered, feeling shaky inside me. “Just close your eyes and unzip it, please.”Getti
Lucille’s POVAs Vanessa was scrambling to explain herself to Brandon, I knew it was my cue to leave. I couldn't go back to Martin at the event hall so I quickly sent a text to Kent. As I typed on my phone and proceeded to walk out, Brandon stood in my way. “Lucille, wait.” He held my hand as well. “What do you want?” I asked, wiggling my hand out of his grasp. He looked troubled as he swiped his hand through his hair again and again and then placed his hands on his waist. “Tell me, why are you with that bastard? Because he is a Luth heir?” He asked. “Brandon!” Vanessa called out, enraged that he was speaking to me. However, he didn't pay any heed to her as he continued to look at me. “Why should I tell you that?” I sneered. “It’s none of your business–”“It is my business!” He snapped at me, stepping closer and I had to lean further into the wall. “You are my woman! And I wouldn't let you slip away from my hands!”His words sounded like what a deranged man would say and if h