When Nicole had Alex in her life, she couldn't wish for anyone better. Barely surviving a heavily bruised past, he's the only person who has made her feel safe in a long time. That is…..until his family rejects her in the worst possible way. And Alex doesn't stop them. Now six years later, she has finally taken control of the reins of her life and made a new woman of herself. But what game does fate have in mind when it lands her right on Alex's lap on an unusual Monday morning? He's no longer the man she knew, but one thing remains certain. He wants her back, and he's not going about it the gentle way. She risks another rejection and most importantly, her heart if she dares open up to him. Will she finally bow to the pressure Alex continues to mount on her as she's forced to work side by side with him? Especially with the secrets of her past fast creeping towards her? The weight of one secret is heavy enough. But what happens when Nicole has two?
View MoreThe rain began to pour heavily and the taxi driver wound up the windows as they sped past other cars on the busy highway. What had been a bright and beautiful day now sported dark grey clouds that downed their contents on the earth happily. Despite the weather, Nicole's mood remained piqued. She was just as excited as she had been when she had gotten out of bed this morning knowing Alex was coming home today and she had the best news awaiting him. They were having a baby.
Her hand came to rest on her flat tummy instinctively and she smiled to herself. She was just 5 weeks gone. She wasn't sure if her hormones had something to do with it but her heart swelled even more these days when she thought of Alex. He had been on a business trip to Florence for the past two weeks and is to be back today. She missed him so much. An hour ago, he had informed her that he'd be landing by roughly 12am. She smiled and checked her watch. It was just 9:17pm. She glanced at the bag that sat next to her on the car seat and her heart raced in excitement again. In it were the pregnancy results, a box of Alex's favorite chocolates and a bottle of wine. She caught a glimpse of the burgundy silk that rested at the bottom of the bag. Alex loves burgundy, so she had purposefully bought the best lingerie in that colour. She couldn't wait to see his reaction when he saw it tonight.
"Right here please". She told the taxi driver. He brought the car to a stop in front of the elegant gate of Alex's house. The rain still poured heavily but she didn't give much care about it as she stepped out of the taxi. With a hand over her head, she rushed to the security post and inputed her fingerprint into the pad. A year ago, Alex had registered it and it had been such a huge step in their relationship. The gate opened to give her access and she ran up the cobbled driveway in haste, the bag tucked under her arm and a palm raised over her head in slight protection. By the time she reached the porch, she was soaking wet from the top of her head to her sneakers but somehow, she couldn't even find it in her to be irritated. She chuckled as she fisted her long dark hair in one hand and wrung the water out of it. The rain has only made her look forward to the promise of a hot, scented bath that awaited her more. Shaking her hair like a wet dog, she finally retrieved her key from her bag and unlocked the front door. To her surprise, it was already unlocked.
The first thing she noticed upon entry were the lights. As far as she could see, the lights were on everywhere. She paused in her steps as her mind travelled back to her last visit 6 days ago. She had made sure the lights were off….. hadn't she? The sound of loud laughter shook her out of her reverie and her brows furrowed in concentration. The laughter had come from the house. Sure enough, a second bout of laughter proved her right and she realized it was coming from the dining room. What was going on? Had Alex planned on surprising her? A small smile spread on her lips as she recalled how awkward he'd been these past days. Alex wasn't a good liar and he had definitely given himself away with his mannerisms. She just hadn't paid much attention in her own excitement. Her smile widened as a third round of laughter filled the house and excitedly, she rushed down the living room to where she was sure the merry was coming from.
"Oh wow!!! What a sneaky….". The words died on her lips as she rounded the corner to enter the dining room. Almost as if in slow motion, she felt the smile fall from her face. It wasn't their friends that sat around the table. It was Alex's family. She had never met them physically but she knew all their faces from the pictures. Her heart raced uncontrollably as she took in the small group.
The head of the table was empty but by the right of it sat his mother. She was tall and milk skinned, elegantly dressed with very sharp eyes that scrutinised Nicole from the distance. Even from so far away, Nicole felt uncomfortable under her gaze. On Mrs.Van Lexis's left sat a very attractive, young blonde woman who looked so refined and polished that Nicole couldn't help feeling a little intimidated by her. She didn't know her from the pictures though….who could she be? On the other side of the table, the seat by the left of the head was also empty but by the side of it sat Jeanette, Alex's immediate younger sister and their last sibling, Ray.
And they were all staring at her.
"Ummm…..good evening". She said tentatively.
They kept staring at her and right there, Nicole wanted to sink into ground. Finally, Alex's mother broke the silence.
"Who may you be?".
Her heart raced uncontrollably and she struggled to find the right words. "Ummm….. I'm Nicole. Nicole Webster. I'm……".
"Nic?". She had never been so grateful to hear anyone's voice before. Frantically, she turned to see Alex and relief so blissful poured into her.
"Alex!!!!". She whispered excitedly.
He was standing there by the doorway, with an older man, his father. Alex still had on suit pants and his shirt sleeves were folded to his elbow. A light stubble shadowed his jaw and his hair looked bedraggled the way it did when he had run his fingers through it way too many times. That wasn't what caught her attention though. It was the look in his eyes. There was no excitement in them. They didn't twinkle like they usually did when he saw her. Instead, she saw confusion and panic. She might be wrong but she sensed underlying anger too. What was going on?
"You must be a friend of Alex's". The man behind him boomed. "Sit. Join us". He said as he made his way forward and took his seat at the head of table.
Nicole couldn't take her eyes off Alex. He was avoiding her eyes too. She wanted him to look at her and reassure her with his warm gaze. But instead, he ran his fingers through his hair one more time and made his way forward to sit beside his father. Meekly, Nicole pulled out a chair beside the blonde woman and settled into it. Mr. Van Lewis resumed his meal and the family took that as a cue to too. They turned to their meals stiffly and Nicole couldn't help noticing how no one even offered her a plate. She imagined how awful she looked sitting there beside this gorgeous woman, wet as a cat and obviously intimidated and nervous. Her eyes met Alex's across the table but he quickly looked away. Now that was what was throwing her off the most here.
After what seemed like forever, Mrs. Van Lewis put down her cutlery loudly and turned to her. Nicole felt her spine instinctively stiffen at the woman's attention.
"Who are you, young lady?".
"Ummm…. I'm……".
"Mom, she's a friend. She needed help looking for a place to stay overnight".
Nicole's body went cold. Alex had just called her a friend. Her body went numb and rigid and she stared at him in surprise over the seat. Even then, he refused to meet her eye.
"Oh….I see". His mother continued. "And where did……".
"That's a lie". Nicole didn't know what made her say that. Perhaps it was this sense of betrayal and anger she was feeling like none before. How dare he!!!! Two years together and Alex called her a friend to his family? She was carrying his baby for God's sake!!! Her mind flashed back to the overwhelming episodes of morning sickness she'd been going through and how she had managed to get through them only with the thought of Alex's face when she finally told him. He was everything to her. And now he called her a friend?
"Excuse me?". Mrs. Van Lewis queried.
Alex's eyes finally met hers over the seat in panic and again, that only made her more furious. He hadn't even acknowledged her with a glance since she came and now, he willingly looked at her?. She resisted the urge to scoff. With a stronger resolve, she turned to his mother and stared her in the eye.
"It's a lie. I'm not Alex's friend. I'm his fiancee".
My heart thuds loudly in my chest. What the hell have I done? How do I convince a smart, grown man that he heard me wrong. Of all my truths, this was the one thing I wasn't ready to divulge. How did I get so into my feelings and give myself away like that? "Alex…. it's not what you think". I hate the way my voice comes out small. I have always been a bad liar so if my voice doesn't tell already that I'm lying right now, my face must. Either ways, I'm caught. "Nicole, then tell me what it's like". He still manages to exercise good control over his voice. I'm impressed. And I need to learn that at least from him. "Alex….". So fast, our roles have been switched. Suddenly, I'm the one who wants to slide closer and reach for his hand and make sure I'm holding him close to me so he doesn't go away. I resist all urges to do that as I wring my hands in my lap. "Alex….I have something to tell you". I look at him tentatively through my lashes. His face is impassive, just staring at me directl
When I open my eyes the next morning, it takes a little while before my brain processes my surroundings. For the past two weeks or so, I've been in one space, waking up in the same bed, to the same ceiling and to the same warm, reassuring hand wrapped tightly around my torso. Today, things are different. Much different.I roll over on the bed onto the side of my good arm and just….stare out the window emptily. Slowly, my brain does a reboot of everything that lhappened yesterday. This is it. As hard as it was, I finally managed to talk about the weight that's been holding me down, hanging over my head and shoulders. That alone brings a small smile to my face as I register the light feeling in my chest. It sure feels good to offload to someone. It seems like a thousand year's worth of weight has been lifted, I guess talking about all of it was good for me afterall. But now that I have….what now? What next for me? Are things really going to stay the same between Alex and I?My mind flas
Alex pulls the duvet up to my chin, tucking me in fully before coming to settle beside me. As he stares at my face, for some weird reason, I can't stop imagining what he sees. Does he just the red eyed, puffy faced me, or perhaps….is there a layer of disgust over it? Not that I'd blame him one bit. I hold my breath as he brings a hand up to caress my cheek lightly, his gaze burning fiercely into mine. And yet, he doesn't say anything. I suddenly feel the need to break the silence."I ran away when I was 15". I say, my voice hoarse. He sighs softly and just continues to stare straight at me. It's almost as if he's afraid to say something, scared to have the moment crumble away. I'll take that as my cue to continue. "One day when my mum went to work and Ace was in school, I snuck back home from school and took my things. I never looked back ever since that day. But perhaps that was a mistake because he found me in New York". One of Alex's eyebrows go up in surprise but he still doesn't
My heart thuds lightly in my chest as I follow Alex to the bedroom. This is the exact moment I've been avoiding all these days. All along, I knew Alex seemed to be fine with me but he's only human and I know a huge part of him probably still wants to know everything going on. Or rather, that went on. It's been nearly two weeks since the incident and so far, we've both done a good job of acting like something life changing didn't go on. As sick at it is, a part of me actually hoped he'd have forgotten. Like he could. I'm such a fool. I focus on the ripple of muscles on his back as we make out, racking my head actively for what to say, anything at all to lessen the tension."How was it at the hospital?". I ask quietly. What I really mean to ask is how is he? I'm a bit scared of that answer. Because I know I don't want him to be fine."He's….the same". Alex says, his voice neutral. I resist the urge to let out a sigh of relief. He's stitin the coma. Why the hell won't he just….die alread
I seek his lips desperately as we make our way upstairs. We crash through the door blindly and make our way to the bed. Despite the heat of the moment, Alex places me on the bed gently, taking time to ensure that my arm isn't a position that could potentially hurt it."Where did you say that zipper was again?". He asks, mocking resignation in his voice. I chuckle and reach for the little pink hook, sliding it open. Alex gladly takes over, opening it the rest of the way and parting the dress on either sides of my body. I'm well and truly naked in front of him now and I can't wait for feel his skin against mine. He positions between my legs. I firstly think he's going to part me wider and slide into me already but he seems to have other plans. He lowers his head and kisses my face tenderly. He doesn't stop there. He continues to trail the tiniest, more featherlight kisses down my cheek, neck and finally, my chest. I arch upwards, inviting him to take my nipple in his mouth but he has ot
My heart rate quickens as he claims my mouth again. Every single nerve in my body seems to be alert. He brings an arm forward to wrap around my waist, pulling me tightly against his frame, making me feel what I'm doing to him. The bulge in his pants is hard, proud and unflinching. He wants me to feel it, and that's exactly what I do. With my semi-good arm wrapped loosely around his waist, I reach down with my good arm and reach for his zipper fumbling around awkwardly for it. When I finally pull it apart, I feel that front of his briefs staining against the pressure of his cock. It wants free, and I'm here for that. Before I can reach for his waistband, I feel his hand snake under the hem of my short dress and reach upwards. The breath catches in my throat at the delicious sensation and my nails embed crescents into his back as I dig them into him. He takes his time, hiking his fingers up my inner thighs, leaving after him a delicious trail of heat that tingles my core. Subconsciousl
By the time my arms starts to heal, I'm damn well already tired of staying in bed. But Alex is strict about it, not letting me up for longer than necessary. When the bullet wound finally healed enough for me to move my arms, I was more than elated to let him know.I'm just in bed when Tori brings up a lovely bouquet of roses. I groan but inside of me, I'm screaming and melting. Ever since I got shot, Alex has pointedly given me the best of attentions. He brings me flowers every single day and makes sure the words are barely out of my mouth before my wishes are met. Tori has been a lovely help by his side and if anything, I was really glad to see her again at least. On the times Alex had to leave me to be present for work, she kept me good company and this little development got us even closer than ever. It's official, I genuinely like her and she seems to like me too. As she brings the flowers up, the smile on her face is unmatched."Here we go again. This man is going to overload thi
My mind regains consciousness first before my body does. As I come to, I take the deepest breath I can manage and the first thing I notice is the fact that the air smells of….flowers. Lavenders, roses….and something else. I can quite place a finger on it. It…. really can't be, can it? There's no way I made it to heaven. The Lord must have had a lot of mercy on my soul to have put me here. I must say though, the flowers smell way too earthy. I'd think the flowers in heaven would be different. And so slowly, I let my eyes drift open as I prepare to be bewildered.I take in the pearly white ceiling above me first. When it finally seems like I might have enough control over my body to swivel my neck, I turn at small angles to glance at either sides of me. My brows furrow in mild confusion as I take in all of my surroundings. It somehow looks…. familiar. I try to push up on my arms but a pain so sharp shoots up right into my arm's length. I wince loudly and plop back on to the pillow. That
I see his eyes widen as he rushes forward. I'm full on crying now, the tears streaming down my face and obscuring my vision. It feels like a miracle, perhaps this is the one miracle to make up for all the years of misfortune I've gone through. "Nicole!!!". Alex rushes forward and firstly reaches for my hands that are still taped behind me. "Are you okay? Fuck, what the hell is even going on?". His breaths are coming hard and fast as he works on freeing my hands. From the sitting room, I hear Ace's grunts as he probably tries to get on his feet. Alex's blows must have landed well. When I hear his grunts coming closer, I feel a sense of panic settle in my chest again but thankfully, the tape comes undone around my wrists and for a moment, my hands feel too good to be mine. The blood flows right in my arms again and it's the most delicious sensation ever. Ace walks in through the door right in that moment and I see that the lower half of his face and a good fraction of the front of his
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