Birthdays were never Tara's thing. She neither celebrated her own, nor had she ever indulged in her daughter's. There was nothing to be particularly remembered about that day, only that life had given her the most wonderful gift, that her battle with loneliness was finally over. Other than Inaya's first cry, her birthday had nothing else to be cherished by. Tara had cried too, in agony of pushing the head of her baby girl. Every cell of her body had remembered the very reason why she had disliked children from the very core, the pain they brought with their first breath in the world. She was alone, with a bunch of doctors immune to screams of women in labour, hardly entertaining her pleas to make it quick. After repeated attempts of failing to push the baby out, she had given up, resting her head back, looking at the ceiling hopelessly, hoping for Donavan to be besides her so she could relieve her frustration by landing a sharp slap on his cheek.She had no idea how gladly he would h
He hadn't felt this way in ages, the foreign emotion catching him defenceless. He wanted children for the sake of it, for them to bare his name and when he died, his position. They were the carriers of his heritage, his learnings, his property, nothing more, never more. But somehow Tara had pulled the untouchable strings, enlivening a part of him he didn't know exist. With her, he wanted a complete connubial package, of not heirs but babies, that she grew in her womb and he took care of, that she cooked for and he fed. When he put Ina to bed a sudden gush of gratefulness hit him in waves. He watched her features with love, realising how fortunate he must have been to be able to feel...this. He stroked her head, pushing the wild curls behind her head before pulling the sheets till her neck. He was still in the trance of her angelic visage, the humbling feeling drenching his heart when he pushed the button to first floor in the elevator. When it dinged open his brows furrowed at the se
"Is it true?" he asked, now looking at the woman in his arms. his hold under her legs tightening."No" she whispered back, looking through him, "Venetia pushed me in the pool." her teeth chattered as she dared to look back at the older woman, "Your mother told her to"Silence settled heavily outdoors, it was of seconds but more vivid than the dropping temperature. Everyone's gaze glued to Don as he looked up to Venetia, skipping the frame of his mother that stood in between. If Venetia could be killed with a glance, she was dead thousand times, his jaw tightened, his gaze hard. Mrs. Maria Frantino's brows furrowed at his reaction, "le stai credendo seriamente?" (Are you seriously believing her?)His eyes never wavered from Venetia. As much as his wrath was inescapable, he realised how shackled he was by the circumstance. "Right!" the old woman's accent shuddered in air, scoffing, "Trust her. She's right. Me? Your own mother, is lying to you, right!""Jump" no one mistaken the grind
"Because I would have fucked you had I seen you naked" the serenity of his words was infuriating."Oh!" she scoffed, dismissing his statement as if he had joked, "How low life of you to offer your wife's clothes to strangers""You know what" he breathed in her hair, "You're right", his whisper shook her core, about to say the words that landed on her thirsty ears sensually,"You shouldn't be wearing them. Take them off" Somewhere in the untraceable part within, she relaxed, realising that he was still the insane man he knew, that his vulgar demands were still just as desperate. A wide grin spread over her lips, satisfied that his dirty words complimented the hardness pressing in between her ass cheeks. Her breath became harder when his hand came from behind, holding her neck in a grasp possessively, bringing her ear closer to his lips. "Something tells me you're liking this"And she did. She liked every second of it. For once they were on the same page of their needs, and as much t
Hours had past after the party, but the action inside Don's room was far from coming to the conclusion."I am done" she spoke breathless, letting her legs limp in his arms as he held them tight on the table.He had taken it upon his heart to keep up to her demand of 'faster. No matter how many times she begged for the opposite afterwards, her screams reverberated beyond his earshot. When the comfort of mattress became too comfortable, he had effortlessly intertwined her legs behind his back, picking her up, swiftly sending the contents on the table to the floor before making it her throne."No you're not" his ragged breathe followed, his head dipped inside the crook of her neck as she held him by his shoulder, his wild thrusting continuing inside her pussy. "Pleeeeeeaseeee" she moaned, turning her neck to the ceiling, unconsciously awarding more surface for his teeth to leave the marks behind. "Tell me you love me" his whisper spoke in the chaos, finally retracting from her neck, d
He watched as she slept defenselessly, a pillow tucked under her leg as she dearly held another one under her arm. His gaze briefly moved over her exposed leg, slipping towards her soft thigh, finally culminating in the cherished part of her body hidden under the sheets. The sight made his heart beat fast.With a sharp breathe he composed himself, tightening his tie in front of the mirror, avoiding the gaze of his own eyes.At some point in the night, she had cried. Tears didn't trickle down her cheeks quietly. As much as she had wanted to shed them that way, the reality was far too devastating to ponder silently upon. And so even at the cost of bursting in front of her enemy, she had, knowing there was nothing more for him to destroy now.He didn't soothe her, neither would he ever if it came to the subject. He had no regret for his actions. Had the usual circumstances been, he would have devised cruelest punishment for a wife on pills. He remembered till date the torturous ways he
Inaya's room was deserted, as if someone had rummaged through her toys before leaving havoc behind, a sight far too common to be alarmed by. She shut the door close to open her room, finding no one inside.Her anxiety truly kicked in when Sia too was nowhere to be seen, she was meant to stick with her daughter, but during past few weeks Tara had noticed Sia's distracted demeanor. She hadnt inquired what went in sia's mind for the sake of her privacy, but when it started impinging upon ignorance towards Inaya, Tara was becoming skeptical day by day. It wasn't until today that Tara felt herself losing her patience on the young servant. Tara felt her headache intensifying as she walked through the hallway in long strides. In no time, she was jogging where she knew she would found Don. As much as he was the last man she wanted to see today, he was the only one who would know where the baby was. She made a mental note of complaining about Sia, Tara didnt want to be a villain, but she could
Except for the indespicable snore, Tara wondered if little miss Frantino had acquired anything from her mother. Probably not. Even in her slumber she looked like a female version of her father.Tara slowly untangled her hand from the little Donavan's, getting off the bed as quietly as possible. She couldn't but stay a moment longer to admire her child. She had spent entire day asking herself whether her actions were truly worth the risk, but the moment her child had engulfed her in her little arms, she knew she was only doing what was necessary,Someone had to.Looking over the sweaty bodies reveling in the buzzing club, Don stood in the VIP section on the upper floor.Don hadn't stopped thinking about the woman in his home, cuddled in his bed. He had found himself zoned out more than couple times, hoping to crawl back into the same mess they created. He was sure she didn't want to see him again, let alone sleep with the man who had nothing less than threatened to impregnate her agai
She woke up to the sunshine, which in her books meant she was late. Her head pounded from inside when she tried to look around the room, finding nothing odd in the mess anymore. Hurrying into the bathroom she brushed her teeth, unbothered by the fact that she was stark naked and miserable, inadvertently gratified that he wasn't here to witness it. Entering into the closet she slung on the fresh new dress, realising that her headache was slowly being replaced by her usual worries about Inaya. She never wanted her to think her mother was being indolent with time, that adults' had problems bigger than her little world. A loud fit of childish laughter caught her attention at the door. Retrieving, she peeked from the window to behold the source of cheery sound, finding her little girl playing ball with uncky Enzo. He pretended to fall dead when the huge weightless ball was thrown at him, sending her into the full blown of giggles. Sia watched the playful exchange from distance, paying m
He grunted against her back. Her breasts were painfully crushed against the wall as he kept her pinned on it. Her right leg had started to spread the numbness from being hoisted up in his arm for so long. He thrusted inside her, roughly, deeply, so much that she had an urge to roll her eyes to the back of her skull. When he loosened his hold on her leg, her legs collapsed like jelly, struggling to stand on their own. Yet on her untrustworthy limbs she managed to tremble her way to bed, slumping on it with her legs dangling off the bed, accepting her fate. He closely followed, not enjoying her otherwise adorable struggles. She sighed when he turned her on her back, entering her once again, picking up the godly pace in mere seconds. The irksome creak of the bed accompanied her moans as she tried to gather already ruined sheets in her fists. As she would have on any other occasion, she could not match his eyes when he fucked her. The strange sense of betrayal clawed her heart for the
"You thought I wouldn't know what happens behind my back?" she felt his hold loosening on her poor cheek, holding her neck. His other hand gripped her waist, bringing his lips closer to her ears. Her collar bones dug into his hard chest, as if he could no longer suffer the painful distance between their hearts. "What happened at the mall?" he asked without beating around the bush. He had wanted to ask the question since Ron's call in the afternoon. He remembered casting the glass on his table across his office, watching it shatter down to countless pieces as he clutched the phone to his ear, listening intently. At first, Donavan didn't know whether monitoring the cameras was a wise decision, whether it would make her feel watched and uncomfortable. Therefore she didn't need to know. He let Ron keep it a secret that she would be watched every single second.He regretted nothing when he watched the recording Ron sent. He did not want to react, he wanted to believe that there was a sto
He took a step back, watching her stricken face. Her legs shook as she struggled to stand on her own, her knees felt weak, her hands weakly tried to hold on to the slippery wall, failing. But more prominently, she realised, the throb in between her legs was most weakening, distracting.He undid the belt holding his pant sensually, hanging it on the hook diagonally up her head. When she did not show any intention to leave, too stunned to make sense of his actions, he continued his stripping by pulling the zip down, very much aware of the bulge waiting for her to see it.A look of disappointment crossed his face when she abruptly rushed out the door, as if disgusted with a show personally arranged for her delight. However he realised he had told her to leave. He wondered whether he should have specified the details, how he wanted her to lie on his bed, with her ass in the air and legs spread wide open- waiting for him so he could touch the delicacy before eating it, fucking it.The thou
"Take off your clothes and lie down on the bed"With that, he loosened his hold on her neck allowing her to gulp water like a thirsty camel. He took a step back as a tear of rage dropped from the rim of her eye on the soft cheek. She watched him deleteriously, his degrading demand echoing in her senses.And before she knew it, her hand was already halfway through the air. Her heart skipped a beat when his face turned.Her hand collided on the side of his face, slapping him. He was stunned, glued to his spot, watching the floor, blinking to make sure he wasn't dreaming, that it wasn't indeed a nightmare where she smacked him. He looked into her eyes, the same rage filled orbs that were going to burn him into flames. "You're never touching me again with your bloody hands. NEVER!!" His face remained stoic as he watched her trembling state. When he took a step forward she pressed herself back into the wall, pushing her index finger forward, warning him with it. "Don't you dare come
He arrived earlier than usual. It was a luxury he believed, a luxury that he had two people to be thankful for. Two dead people to be precise. Had they not chosen to spill the information they were required for earlier than they had, he'd have never been able to make this speedily back home. "May their souls rest in peace" he muttered delightfully under his breath, aware of the clack-tap of his boots on the clean marble floor. Donavan expected Inaya to be asleep by now. It was eleven in the night. As per her mother's strict laid out rules, she was to sleep by ten in the night which aligned perfectly for her waking schedule that started at seven am. He peeked into her room to see her, his nerves calming without instruction. He noticed that the space besides her was empty; not empty in the sense that no one had touched that side of the bed, but as if someone had laid there for a while and left. He knew exactly who it was. He closed the door to her bedroom behind him quietly, movi
"You look scared of me" the woman smiled, her baleful gaze impossible to be mistaken, "But again, you always were. Let's keep the child outside this. You don't want her to hear what I'm about to tell you."Tara watched the woman venomously, wondering how could the woman demand so boldly even after all these years. The old woman had no name. They never trusted Tara with their names. She didn't know the name of the mission, or her trainers or of the organization. She was to address them as sir and madam, nothing more nothing less. "Eugene" the woman called out, looking at Tara with a strange longing that made her uncomfortable. A woman appeared in her early twenties with a cheery smile, a smile that seemed designed to lure children, so fake that no one could mistake it for empathy. "Give baby Ina to her. She'll take care of it"Tara didn't want to know how she knew Inaya's name, she was aware that nothing could be kept from her madam, it never had."No"The woman looked at her, reall
Tara tried not to make noise in the backseat as the little one jumped up and down speaking incoherently with her teddy bear. It looked like the bear and the girl had a lot in common, much like her mother from beside and Ron from the passenger seat. Tara looked awkwardly outside the window as driver drove through aesthetic streets, unaware of the past history his boss was forced to share with their Donna. Had he known that his mistress had ran over Ron's body and was the reason why he was now a registered amputee, he too would have shown symptoms of uneasiness. Tara reminded herself to kick Donavan's ass in the night. What was he thinking before tagging Ron along the woman that destroyed his life?She suddenly felt remorseful of her actions. Had she not been so audaciously courageous to run the car over him without a second thought, she'd never have lived to see this moment. She had thought of apologising to the big man but she knew it was as useless as ashtray on a motorbike. He di
Tara ran in the hallway crowded with people in uniforms, some dressed in blue, others in pink. Their steps were faster than hers, sliding the stretcher across the long corridor, yelling medical terms she could not understand. Tara realised that she was screaming, crying for help from strangers that told her they would everything to save her.Her? Her who? She did not know.She looked down at the blurred figure laid on stretcher, the outline of nasal tube going through the little nose, syringes attached to the fragile wrist. Who was it? She stretched her eyes through uncontrollable tears, confused and frightened for who it was that she was crying for.And suddenly she was pulled apart, by whom she did not care to look, her eyes focused on the figure on the stretcher that was now moving away from her. Its eyes opened and it looked at her, the green forest met her dark orbs. Tara could finally see her daughter through the haphazard chaos, realising the cause of her own helpless cries, th