Barry shrugged. “Just time, I think. I’m a little sick of all the traveling, and living out of a suitcase. With technology the way it is, I don’t really need to be onsite.” “Not me,” Jonathon said. “I still need to spend time in Merveille. Can’t taste chocolate from here.” “And we know Mason never leaves his apartment except to find sustenance,” Declan laughed. “Hey, don’t knock it ’til you’ve tried it,” Mason chimed in. Mason Pressfield was the introverted genius of the group. He developed a video game that garnered a cult following and Black Sheep Software and Games was born. He continued to develop games, but now he had a whole stable full of designers code writers, and technical developers. He was also known as ‘The Phantom’ because he hardly ever showed his face at the high-tech, multi-story building that housed his billion-dollar business. He spent his time holed up in his penthouse apartment developing testing and playing the games his company sold. A lot of the employe
Thankfully the renovations were done and today they would move in. They had been staying in The Mayfair penthouse suite, where they had spent their first night, for the last few weeks as the final renovations were done. He had asked her to move in with him and she had readily agreed. Already his house was beginning to feel like home again and he knew it was only because of her. So today was moving day and he couldn’t wait to get a start on their life together. Cassie shifted in her sleep and the sheet slipped down, exposing a creamy breast. He dipped his head and placed delicate kisses along her throat and across her chest before lavishing the delicious globe. Her hand came up and threaded through his hair, holding him in place and he smiled. This was bliss, waking up next to Cassie, knowing that they would be doing this for the rest of their lives. He couldn’t think of anywhere else he’d rather be. “I like your beard,” she whispered in her sleep-husky voice. He lifted his head
Author's NoteThank you ?? all so much for reading this stories upto this point, I really love and appreciate you all and also for the votes and comments. It's really appreciated by me, and I love ❤ you all. I will try my best not to disappoint any of you??. Just like I mentioned in the blurb this story is in series and I will be uploading the entire series in this story… so please sit back and enjoy this second series of the book. And also I would appreciate it in the comment section if you all drop your favorite part of the series.. 💖💖 Thank you.. Part 2Barry Benson, corporate shark, billionaire, and business genius, stood in the dark interior of his home and looked dumbly at the coffee machine. He could spout facts and figures on profit margins, GDPs, EBITDAs, KPIs, and NOIs in his sleep but he couldn’t get the fucking coffee machine to work. He didn’t even know where the damned light switches were in the kitchen and was navigating by the flashlight feature on his smartphone.
“Mr. Benson,” she went on, “my name is Becky Fenwick. We had an appointment this morning.” “I’m sorry?” he asked, confused. “Patricia—" He rolled his eyes. He would kill his assistant when he got a hold of her. “It’s the bloody ass-crack of dawn,” he groused. “Why on earth would Patricia make an appointment at this time of the morning?” “Maybe that’s something you need to take up with your assistant. Regardless, I’m here for my appointment and I bought coffee, so are you going to let me in?” He drained the cup and crushed it in his hand. “Do you know how to work a coffee machine Ms. Fenwick?” he asked. “Depending on the type—" He swung the door open and swept his hand through the air, ushering her in. “The kitchen is at the end of the hall. I can’t function before I’ve consumed at least three cups of coffee. If you can get the coffee machine working and supply the required two more cups, I will grant you an audience. And while you’re doing that, I will go and put some clothes
He grabbed the cup out of her hand and she immediately held the wet fabric away from her body, but her bra was soaked and the heat of the coffee burned her delicate skin. “Here,” Barry said, holding a cold wet cloth against her chest. She sucked in a breath, partly because of the cold against her overheated skin and partly because he was practically fondling her boobs (not that she was complaining), and caught a whiff of his spicy scent. She looked up at him and caught him staring down the gaping neckline of her shirt, his eyes darkening, and her pulse kicked into high gear. She couldn’t pull away from him. He had her caged in against the kitchen bench, and if she didn’t move soon she could not be held responsible for her actions and that would be a very bad, bad thing. Devouring the man who was going to - hopefully - be her boss was probably not a great career move. She cleared her throat and his eyes snapped to hers, guilt coloring his cheeks. “Thanks,” she said, closing her
“Well, I gathered that,” he said. “I’m not deaf and blind to the gossip mill. I know she had a kid and I can count.” “Yes, well, that kid happens to be your daughter.” He shook his head. “I don’t think so,” he said, the idea seeming far too ridiculous to even contemplate. “Are you her lawyer? Are you trying to get me to pay some sort of alimony?” “No, Mr. Benson, I’m not an attorney. I’m your daughter’s nanny.” She lifted her hand and rubbed the bridge of her nose. “Dammit Heather, you had one goddamned job.” She muttered under her breath. She took a deep breath and he was distracted once again by her breasts as they heaved. “Look, Mr. Benson,” she said, oblivious to his ogling, “Heather was supposed to send you all the documents. Abby is your daughter. Heather has the DNA tests to prove it. When Adam found out, he left her and then she left and told me to bring Abby to you—” She continued to speak but he tuned her out, his focus once again dropping to what was hidden beneath he
With his cell phone pressed to his ear, Barry walked around the outside of his home office.And you didn't think to inform me of this? He screamed at his assistant Patricia over the phone."Three weeks ago, I placed the documents on your desk and sent you numerous emails," she stated calmly.He declared, "I want to see them." "Please bring them to me at my house."She answered, "They are already on their way.""Patricia, I'm not happy," he hissed.She responded, "I understand Barry, but you would have had a heads up if you hadn't been avoiding everything to do with Heather.""Yes, well, perhaps you ought to have hidden it somehow so I was forced to open it.""Barry, I am not your mother; you are a grown-up man."With a groan, he combed through his hair. Of course, she was correct. When it came to his former spouse, he had a blind spot the size of Western Australia. He had effectively hidden the presence of the emails and the papers, so he didn't even recall seeing the packet containin
"Let's head inside so we can sit down, have some morning tea, and talk about everything," she added."All right, Becky," Abby responded politely.Barry shifted to allow them to enter the home, but his gaze remained fixed on Abby. She was a very sweet young child who didn't appear to be afraid of anything. She entered the home and peered about with wide eyes.She said with amazement, "Mr. Barry, this is a really big house." "Are you wealthy? Although he was wealthy, my previous father is no longer my father. Although his home was larger than yours, he had more possessions. Has someone taken all you own?"Abby raised her gaze to Barry, as Becky pursed her lips to contain her laughter. Barry appeared as though he had just encountered an extraterrestrial and was unsure of what to say or do.Becky looked at Barry for confirmation when she added, "I think Barry has only recently moved in."He nodded his head tentatively at first, then more assuredly. His voice was rough and growly as he add
Six Months Later…Everyone he loved was in the room. They were celebrating. Barry and Becky had finally set a date. Lisa and Mason wouldn’t be far behind. Brian and Cassie kept sneaking glances at one another that they thought nobody else noticed. He thought he knew what was going on but he didn’t want to ruin the surprise. It was their news to share and he was happy to wait for them to be ready to share it. Liam and Loretta were here too. He’d been slowly getting to know them. There was a lot of hurt to work through, but they were getting there. Jonathon quite enjoyed having a younger brother even if it was only in small doses at the moment. Devi and Kirra were also there. Kirra was graduating in a couple of weeks and then she would be hopefully attending one of the universities close to home. She wouldn’t know if she got accepted until the new year, but Jonathan was quietly confident that she would get into her top pick. And then there was Emma. Every day with her was
“I know it’s too soon,” he said, cupping her cheek. “But I want you to know that I am in this for good. I want to spend my life with you Emma. I want us to be a family. You, me, Kirra, Devi, Liam, and Loretta—” “Loretta?” “My mum. I want one big, messy family with you and me at the heart of it. Tell me you want that too.” She pressed against him and brushed a kiss on his lips. “I do,” she said before putting the remaining half of the chocolate in her mouth and grinning. The wheel came to a stop and he drew Emma to her feet, moving them both over to the window. The entire city of Melbourne was spread out below them, but it dimmed in comparison to the woman in his arms. “I love you, Emma,” he whispered before kissing her while they stood on top of the world.He took her home. He couldn’t not. They had stuff to work out and a relationship to manage. He had a family to get to know and she had her mother’s illness to navigate and her sister’s final year of sch
He stepped into the pod and waited for the door to close before holding the final box out to her, his mouth dry. She reached for it but he snatched it away, lifting it beyond her reach. “Before I give this to you, I need to explain.” She looked from the box to his face and nodded. “Okay.” The wheel started to move and Jonathon moved them over to sit on a bench. He exhaled roughly. “Okay, so I don’t know how much of this you already know, but how about I just start at the beginning?” She nodded again. “My mother left when I was two. I always believed she left us for a man with money. I’ve recently found out that wasn’t true.” He took a deep breath and her hand rested gently on his chest as she moved closer to him. He took strength from her closeness. “Someone was impersonating me—” “Liam?” He nodded. “Right. Liam. It turns out Liam is my brother. He was trying to draw me out and get me to notice him. He ultimately wanted to meet his father. He didn’t
“Are you looking for this?” the security guy asked, holding out an old-fashioned paper ticket. Emma laughed as she snatched it from him, waving it over her shoulder as she jogged toward the front doors of the building. She slid into the car and Brian looked at her expectantly. “Um…” Emma looked between Brian and Cassie. “I want to say Luna Park, but I don’t think that’s right.” “Why Luna Park?” Cassie asked. Emma held up the ticket in her hand. “We went to a fête in Merveille and rode the Ferris wheel.” “The Melbourne Star,” Brian said, his voice gruff. “Of course!” Cassie cried excitedly, leaning over to give Brian a smacking kiss. “You’re brilliant.” Emma could barely keep still as Brian drove them across town toward the Docklands and the giant observation wheel. As much as she was enjoying herself, she wanted to see him. She had already forgiven him for his lie and now she desperately wanted to ask his forgiveness for her stupid, fearful, erratic
She walked around the corner expecting to see Jonathon outside the patisserie, but there was no one there. She stepped inside breathed in the sweet scent of pastries and chocolate and looked around, hoping to spot him, but he wasn’t there. “Are you Emma?” a lady asked. “Yeah,” Emma said, turning to the woman who sat at a small table with a familiar little box in front of her. “This is for you,” the woman said, standing and walking away. Emma sat and took the box, pulling at the bow and opening it to see another chocolate truffle, this time it had an ’S’ written on top of it in dark chocolate. She didn’t need the little ‘Eat Me’ note to know what to do. She put the truffle on her tongue and closed her eyes. The chocolate coating melted away to leave behind a cake center with the sweet tang of apricot jam. “Sachertorte,” she mumbled to herself as she sighed and opened her eyes. Emma picked up the note that had nestled beside the truffle in the box.The first time we made lov
Dear Emma,The first time we met I wanted to kiss you. I knew I couldn’t. I knew it was stepping across a line both personally and professionally, but still, I couldn’t deny the attraction I felt.Our relationship has had an unconventional start, a bit of a rocky middle, and an absolutely appalling ending, but there were some real high points along the way. Let me remind you of how good it was between us and how good it could be again.Do you remember our first kiss? I don’t think I will ever forget it. I thought I knew what I was getting myself in for when I leaned down to brush my lips across yours, but I was a fool. You were so much more than I ever thought I would ever experience. You took my breath away and I lost a little bit of my heart to you at that moment.If it meant as much to you as it did to me, meet me there at the place where we first kissed.Jonathon.Emma could feel the wetness on her cheeks and she sniffed as she wiped at the tears. “Well?” Cassie asked, rocking o
It was the first Saturday morning Emma could ever remember that had the three of them sitting around the kitchen table eating pancakes and laughing. What would have been a simple, family Saturday morning ritual for some was something out of a fairy tale for Emma. She knew they were a long way from being a happy family, there was still a lot of hurt to navigate and broken trust to overcome, but it was a start and for once in her life, she was willing to just go with it. On this day, Devi was back to the woman she vaguely remembered from before Tom died and Emma wanted to soak it up and memorize it. From pancakes, they’d gone to gardening. Emma shared her plans with Devi and Kirra. She would let the lease go on her flat and move back in here permanently. It meant she would be on hand if Devi needed her and hopefully give some stability for Kirra’s final year of school. After she graduated and went off to uni, Emma could look at what would happen next. They all agreed that if they were
Emma wanted to believe her, but it was tempting to turn away and close her heart off so she couldn’t be hurt again. Except it would hurt anyway. If there was one thing she learned through this whole saga with Jonathon it was that closing your heart off to others was a mistake. You ended up hurting everyone that way, not least of all yourself. She put her arm around Devi and hugged her. “Good for you mum,” she said.Jonathon worked all night and most of the day. He tried calling Emma but when she didn’t pick up or reply to his texts after the first twenty or so, he gave up. What he had to say needed to be said in person anyway. Inspired by the woman he had fallen irrevocably in love with, he had spent the night holed up in his test kitchen creating the perfect set of truffles. Anybody could buy a box of chocolates or a bunch of flowers but only he could create an entire set of truffles that spelled out just how much he loved her and how much she had impacted his life. He had words
Kirra said when Emma finally made it home. Emma had been wandering around the city trying to come to terms with what all this meant for her life going forward. She had made some hard decisions, but she felt like a weight had been lifted off her shoulders. It hadn’t helped with the pain in her chest where her heart was currently crumbling away to dust, but at least she knew that she wasn’t going to end up like her mother just because she had fallen in love. Life was always going to throw her curve balls and she just learned something about herself. Despite her previous belief, she was actually strong enough to withstand them, even swing the bat at them, and make the best out of a bad situation. “Hey, yourself,” she said, sitting at the table opposite Kirra. “Where’s Zoë?” “She had to go and run some errands.” “Where’s mum?” Kirra bit her lip and her eyes teared up. “I don’t know.” “She’s not here?” Emma asked, sitting up straighter and leaning forward. “When I got home, Z