William Henry Blakes. I lay awake, my hand in my daughter's hair while watching her sleep. I still haven't been able to get Emily's words out of my head, and frankly, that has kept me from sleeping. It wouldn't stop resonating in my head with every breath I emitted. I exhaled sharply, my eyes shifting to the doorway as I noticed a figure taking a position outside the door. I pressed my lips together, my eyes darting to the clock. It was just 2 am. Where the hell has he been? I took in a deep breath and held it, carefully getting up from the bed so I wouldn't wake Suzane. The moment my feet touched the ground, I tiptoed to the door as gently and noiselessly as I could. Suzanne was a light sleeper, I couldn't risk it at all. I closed the door in the same manner and walked to Crew, standing at his front. “Where were you?” I snapped, putting my hands in my pocket as I waited for his response. “And where is Trevor?” I demanded. I could see him narrow his eyes even through the shade
William Henry BlakeAs if sensing my eyes on him at last, he raised his head and met my eyes before giving me a frown. “He asked. I had to answer.” Trevor replied and I glowered. “I don't pay you to spew my family business out to anyone who cares to hear, Trevor,” I snapped. “Your father could have me killed in the twinkle of an eye, William. There's no difference between you both.” He looked away as he said his piece and I exhaled. “You seem to have forgotten that I am your boss-”“Trust me, I haven't. But at the moment, you're disturbing my breakfast.” He glanced down at his still filled-up plate and then gave me a pointed look. “When you both are done, William, please do answer my question.” My attention returned to Wilson who stood patiently waiting for us. “I was busy with work,” I responded. “And then work comes first before your daughter? And you fired the nanny too?”I fumed. Of course, Wilson would happily gloat about what I had done wrong. He had forgotten that he
Emily Tamara Jacobs. I grinned at the kids as they advanced towards the car. Eleanor skipped, and Dave ran. It was kind of awkward, waiting in the car and picking up Eleanor and Dave, instead of picking up Suzie with Crew and Trevor. It had only been a few days yet I was already used to the whole arrangements. I wonder why Sel wouldn't let the kids use the damn school bus anyway.Eleanor opened the door aggressively and practically screamed, “Aunt Em!” She wrapped her arms over my shoulders and hugged me from behind, her head in my neck. “I missed you.” She purred. I smiled. “Aww, I missed you too, my stubborn little princess!“ I tapped her nose fondly. She removed her hands and sat on the seat. I looked at her from the rearview mirror and saw her crossing her arms, a pout on her lips. “I'm not stubborn,” she muttered. “Hmm.” I hummed in agreement.Dave opened the front door and got in, a wild grin on his face. I raised a brow, pointing at him and wagging a finger to say no. “N
Emily Tamara JacobsI got out of the car, holding Eleanor tightly because she could be funny. I turned to lock the car doors. Sel and I agreed that I take her car out and then she come around later on to take the car and Eleanor. I smiled down at Eleanor who was practically bouncing as we walked into the hospital. We got into the elevator, and just the same time a text came in, telling me that Suzie's room had been moved to the last room in the hallway, from Crew. My lips stretched into a smile as I saw the text. William must have informed Crew that I was coming back. Which was great because he would have to be the one to move my bags out of Sel's car and into his. I was glad that he was still here. The elevator opened, and I walked out, moving straight toward the last room. I smiled as I noticed Crew and Trevor standing guard outside the room as usual. “Hey, guys.” I smiled at them both. Trevor didn't talk much with me so I wasn't surprised that he only smiled at me. Crew ho
William Henry Blakes. I turned around on my bed, my hand instinctively stretching to the nightstand to grab my phone. I turned off the alarm, for the third time today. I should have been up hours ago, preparing for work, but I wasn't exactly in the mood. Besides, I was supposed to bring Suzie back home today. Her back had healed up, but the scars hadn't faded entirely. I'm not sure they would, anyway. I was still angry that someone had done that to her. I groaned, rolling in the bed and staring up at the white ceilings. I could probably sleep for a few more hours. It wasn't that necessary for me to pick her up this morning. She has been there for a few weeks, surely she could handle a few more hours. Besides, Emily was there to take care of her. I hated the way my lip twitched at the thought of her name. Emily and Suzie were bonding. And Suzie now talks more. Most especially since she started hanging out with Eleanor. If I had the chance, I'd have Eleanor stay at my house,
Emily Tamara Jacobs. I rose from the bed, my lips parting in a wide yawn and I used the back of my palms to cover it. To say I was tired was a big understatement. I was beyond tired. I stayed up most of the night to watch CoCo with Suzie. It was a weekday. Thursday, to be precise, and I should have been stricter with Suzie and sent her off to bed, but it had been over a week since she was home, and she still hadn't resumed school because her father wanted to change her school but still hadn't decided which school he wanted her to attend. I already advised him to take it to the next session. They would be going on holiday for the Christmas break anyway but for some fucking reason, my boss was back to his funk and he was now barking and glowering about the house.At least, he was answering the phone when I called.It didn't matter if he acted cold to me. I just hated being under his merciless gaze and watching him scowl at everyone in his way. It was never pleasant. So, it was saf
Emily Tamara JacobsI pushed the door to Dahlia's salon, walking in with Suzie still in my arms. The scent of hair oils and hair wash soaps hit me instantly. It wasn't the kind of smell that could make someone gag. Nope. This one was pleasant. Most especially the lavender hair wash. That smell overpowered the rest. The Salon was large. It was the biggest shop in the avenue. And the most attractive. Dahlia has flawless brown skin and beautiful admirable hair. We've been friends for so long that I lost count. I knew her through her hair obsession. It was like talking about the same people. Where there was hair talk, there was Dahlia. So, it was very easy for me to notice her then in college. So, I wasn't really surprised when she ditched law to pursue her through her passion. Damn her parents for pushing her through the stress. My eyes roamed around the Salon. It was almost filled up, with just one space available. All her workers were working on one person's hair or the other. I
Emily Tamara Jacobs. I paced around the kitchen, a frown on my face while twirling my necklace. I was confused. And disturbed. And it was about what happened yesterday evening. For some reason, it disturbed me greatly. I didn't know why I was worried about it, but I was. I couldn't shake off that worry. I inhaled deeply to calm myself, but it wasn't working. Who was the woman? And why was she even asking questions in the first place? “It's fine, Em. She was just curious, that's all,” I muttered. But what kind of curiosity would make her ignore personal greeting and ask if I was Suzie's mom? And then her look after that? I sat on a stool, pressing my hands to my forehead. “Hey, Em. William said — are you alright?” Crew stopped in front of me, a frown on his face. His shades were tucked into the pocket of his shirt. I raised my head and forced a smile. “Yeah, I am.” “Ugh. Come on, Em. I thought we were past this?“ He rolled his eyes, plopping down on a stool. “I thought we we