My hope hits rock bottom and for a moment I'm speechless. I summon my courage and ask in a stable tone, “What’s the matter, Mr B?”My college professors always said I had a way of asking direct questions, and it works here. My hand begins shaking as I listen to him.“Someone from Prime Realty called
I wake up in the comfort of a soft bed, and I snuggle into it because every part of my body hurts. I groan softly, and moan as I find a better spot that accelerates the comfort I feel. The first thing that makes me know something is weird is the scent of this bed. It’s a scent that makes me want to
I see that slight smile tug at his lips again, and he does something else. He pulls my bracelet out from the pocket of his shirt, and asks me in a matter-of-fact way, “Can I know where you got this bracelet, Antonia?” My heart skips a beat because I've never heard Tieran speak this way. His tone
The sun shining in through the window annoys me. The documents in my hands infuriate me. A light headache slams into my head each time I look at any of the letters, and yet when I stretch my hand to the side of the table, there’s no tea there like there would have been. It sets something off in m
Antonia’s pov. “So this person is your mentor?” Tieran gives me a singular look and chuckles right after before he nods his head. We’re in his kitchen right now, and I don't know what I expected. Okay, I expected luxury and a dozen fancy bowls that do nothing but just be there for some special o
I tell him not to because my pregnancy for Malachi is still something that’s very much real, and a Doctor would detect it like clockwork. Tieran agrees and we set out on a sunny morning, I get the feeling that Tieran’s treating me extra special for some reason and I begin to wonder if he’s just t
“You’re probably wondering why I keep looking at you like that.” I sit on the seat Tieran has pointed to me and there’s a strange feeling that crawls up my spine again when I feel Tieran’s mentor returns his gaze to me. He looks like an aged and solemn man yet sits like a man who knows his worth de
I married a wife of my parent’s choosing and I never had any children with her. I regretted my actions of leaving you and your mother. I ‘ve regretted it ever since.” He reaches a hand into his shirt pocket and pulls out a small photograph. He hands it to me and I can see the longing in his eyes as