Lisa's P.O.V.I woke up to the incessant beeping of my alarm. I felt around for my phone with closed eyes, until I felt the cold glass beneath my fingertips. My fingers somehow managed to hit the right button to make the torture end. All the while Davis was buried deep inside me, having grown hard again. I loved waking up to him still in me. There's a warmth in my chest at knowing that we've been connected all night. I groaned happily as I began to sway my hips over him. I swear I can't get enough of him. We'd done it 3 times last night already, twice before bed and once in the middle of the night. Yet here I am acting as if none of that happened. I ached for him to bring me pleasure again, to make me say his name in the most delightful way. "Mmm. As much as I love a wake up call like this, I am not sure we have time for the things I want to do to you," Davis' voice was still thick with sleep, but he was smirking as he spoke. I frowned not wanting to get up and leave his warm embrace
Lisa's P.O.V.I pushed the door open, smiling as Chris was still buried deep inside Layla. Using my best acting skills, I gasped as if this was the first I was seeing this. I placed my hand over my hand, and looked as hurt as I could. Chris didn't stop, not even when he saw his father in the doorway. "I'll be down when I'm done, Dad," Chris told him, thrusting into Layla harder. I couldn't believe what I had just heard. My eyes quickly locked with Daniel's, looking at him utterly dumbfounded. He looked at me guiltily as he pulled me out of the room, closing the door behind us. "Aren't you going to do anything? He's fucking the damn maid!" I yelled, utterly outraged."We all fuck our maids, that's what they're there for. Don't act so surprised, Lisa. If you didn't know this already, then your father did a very good job of hiding his affairs." His words stung as I thought back to my childhood. I remembered our maid Tonya spending a long time in Dad's office when it was time to clean
Lisa's P.O.V."Where is he?" Liv asked as she arrived at the hospital in a panic. "They took him back to surgery," I answered her, trying to reign in my tears. It felt useless as I had been crying since the moment Davis got hit. It's been hours now and my tears won't seem to stop. "What the hell happened?" Liv asked. She was scared and it was coming out as anger. "He was coming to me, and…he," I couldn't help the sob that left me as I recalled the car hitting him, knocking him down in an instant. "He was too focused on me. He didn't see the car." "Jesus," Liv couldn't believe it as she paced the waiting room. I hugged myself, trying to keep myself together with my own arms. I felt ready to break as I continued to wait for a doctor to come out and speak to us. "Hi, I got a call that my dad's been in an accident." I heard a young girl speaking to the nurse behind the counter. She had blonde hair, braided in a mohawk with tattoos that peeked just over the collar of her shirt and dow
Davis' P.O.V. It took a couple of days, but I was finally released from the hospital. Lisa had received a dozen phone calls from her dad, Chris and even that son of a bitch Daniel. I swear I'll castrate him as soon as my leg is all healed up. He's got a few months to use that pecker before it's gone. He better enjoy them. They each left voicemails that I did not let her listen to. No, I listened to them instead. Chris was spewing threats along with her dad while Daniel professed he did nothing wrong and that she was just denying her inner desires. Each message twisted my stomach and fueled my anger further. Lucas texted me late last night while Lisa slept on my chest. He told me that his father was on a rampage and had already tried to get Liv fired. I wasn't so sure if we would be able to handle this the legal way any more. I'm not sending Lisa to that house ever again. They can all go fuck themselves, or better yet, each other. They're all sick bastards. "You ready to make goo
Davis' P.O.V."Iz, what gives? You knew I was coming home." I asked her as I sat on the couch. My leg was throbbing so bad as a consequence of walking on it before it was ready. "Yeah, and?" She crossed her arms, sitting on the arm of the couch instead of the cushion. "What's wrong? This isn't about that kid." I pointed towards the kitchen where that bastard had gone. I still have half a mind to punch him. "Neal," she corrected me with a roll of her eyes. "Look, I just wanted to fool around. You're doing it, so why can't I?" And there it is. Her excuse. That's not what's really wrong."I'm not fooling around Izzy. I love Lisa, a hell of a lot. It's been a very long time since I felt this way about someone. Since your mother, really. Your mom was everything to me, you know that. It's part of the reason I lost myself, and you, when she died," I admitted to her, remembering the turmoil Grace's death caused. Izzy lowered her gaze, staring at my feet now. Those green eyes were identica
Lisa’s P.O.V.Dad: You can’t keep ignoring me, Lisa. I am coming for you and your brother full force, unless I hear from you today.Dad’s text had caused me to go pale. Davis was at a doctor’s appointment that Carter took him to. I was sitting at Davis’ house alone and utterly frightened at the prospect of Dad coming for me. My fingers hovered over my phone, deciding whether to text dad back when the front door opened. I jumped, frightened that it was him and he had found me. My nerves were shot and adrenaline was pumping through me like a raging river, but I was ready to attack whoever crossed the threshold. I met her concerned green eyes as she stepped through, feeling myself slump with exhaustion as the sudden rush of adrenaline caused me to crash. Izzy sported her hair in a braid similar to her dad's, today. She wore a black crop top with a black choker and smokey eyed makeup. Those pink, full lips of hers frowned as she looked at me further. Her thick leather biker boots thumped
Lisa's P.O.V."What were you thinking? You two could have gotten hurt!" Davis scolded us, standing before us as we sat on the couch with our heads bowed. I felt like a small child being scolded by her father. Izzy and I weren't looking down because we felt bad. On the contrary, we were looking down because we couldn't help the stupid smirks on our faces. We had bonded, and it was fucking spectacular. Izzy helped me feel powerful again, strong, like the old me. The me I was before I'd been abused by two boyfriends and belittled by my father further. “Izzy, you know better! I’ve taught you better than to go out looking for trouble.” Davis was hobbling around in front of us. His leg was probably really hurting him, but he didn’t seem to care as he paced before us. He was really mad, and I was feeling bad for worrying him so much. I have to remember that he’s been through something no one should ever have to endure, and thinking of us in danger probably really scared him. When a man is
Lisa's P.O.V.Feeling empowered by Izzy, and the beat down we gave Daniel, I decided to text dad. My fingers shook as I typed the message, but I was determined. I pushed my fear back as far as I could. I will face the monster today, before Davis does. Maybe I can appease him somehow, although I highly doubt it. Lisa: If you want to talk, I will come to your office in an hour.I felt my heart race with anticipation. I was nervous and scared of what he would say, but really I was more afraid of seeing him. Today, I won't let that fear consume me. I will give it five seconds and once that 5th second is up I will push it aside. Dad, who?: Come now. Seeing the name I had changed his contact to, made me smile. He's not a Dad, at least not mine anymore. He's a sick man with a twisted mind and little to no regard for his family. His ambition has clouded his mind so much that he can't even recognize himself. L
Lisa’s P.O.V. “Are you guys ready to see your baby?” The technician asked as I held Mandy’s with Davis’ hand in my other. Mandy was an angel and had agreed to be our surrogate. We inseminated her almost 2 months ago now and are finally going to see our baby for the first time. I didn’t think this would, but when Mandy called and told me she got the positive pregnancy test, I cried like a baby. It still astounds me how much my life has changed since Davis entered it. For once, I believe I can have a happy ending too, and it is only getting happier. “Very!” I smiled, squeezing Mandy’s hand in excitement. The technician squeezed the blue gel on Mandy’s lower abdomen, placing the ultrasound wand over her skin. She moved the wand around until the image of a small baby appeared, but as she moved it around more, I could swear I saw another. They told us there was a possibility that we could end up with more than one baby, but I never imagined we’d luck out like that. “Is that- Is it two?” I
Davis’ P.O.V. “Good morning, my beautiful wife.” I woke Lisa, brushing that long beautiful hair of hers back. We’d just gotten back from our week-long honeymoon, where we stayed in our room for almost the entire trip. We couldn’t seem to break apart long enough to enjoy a lot of the things in Hawaii, but I wouldn’t change how it went. “Good morning, my handsome husband.” It was no longer a Viking and his Warrior, no, it was now a husband and his wife. Although, the Viking and Warrior are still there, just hidden for a moment. “Do you think she’s awake?” Lisa asked about our princess. “Probably, she’s missed us, even though she had fun with Izzy.” I was surprised that Izzy offered to watch Calliope. At first Lisa’s mother was going to, but I couldn’t deny this sister bonding moment. Lisa’s mom watched Calliope while Izzy worked, but our princess was with her sister most of the time. “Then let’s go greet her.” Lisa beamed at me with that bright smile of hers. I kissed her tende
Lisa’s P.O.V. “You look so pretty, mommy,” Calliope flashed me those beautiful white teeth of hers. She was my flower girl, and would be walking in front of me as I made my way to my dream, to my Viking. Her sweet ruffled dress danced around her beautifully as she swayed before me. It was a light blush pink that looked so beautiful on her. I really think it’s her favorite color. “Thank you, but I think you look prettier.” Mom, Liv, and Calliope were all in the room with me getting ready. We had our hair and makeup done, all that was left to do was put the dress on. I never imagined I would be here, marrying a man like Davis, marrying Davis really. Never in my wildest dreams did I think I would get a man like him. One that loves so unconditionally, so protectively, so intensely. Yet here I stand ready to marry him, so ready, I may run down the aisle. **Song suggestion: Fall into me by Forest Blakk** The dress slid on my body like a glove, hugging my hips in its silky material.
Davis' P.O.V. "I swear to God if she's got the teacher on her side too, I'm setting this school on fire," Lisa said with a rage in her eyes as we approached the school's front doors. I loved seeing how protective she is of our daughter. Our daughter. I loved being able to say that. To know that Lisa and I now had a child together. Yes, it wasn’t the conventional way, but it was even better than that. If only this school could see our daughter for how amazing she is. Her teacher had called us this morning, asking us to come in and speak to her about Calliope. She wasn't specific about the why, just that it was important. She has concerns apparently, although about what she wouldn't say over the phone. "I'll bring the matches." Lisa smirked that wicked little smirk of hers as we entered the building. She's grown so strong and wild now. Her warrior was always out on the surface unless she was caring for Calliope. Now she has a beast that she unleashes whenever it comes to defending
Lisa's P.O.V. "I know she's been through a lot before she was placed with you, but we do not tolerate violence in this school. You need to have a serious talk with Calliope about her behavior. We can only be so understanding." It took everything in me not to yell at this woman before me. She called herself the headmistress, but I'll call her a warden with the way she treats the children. She doesn't deserve to hold the title of principle. "We'll talk to her, Mrs. Vinx. We appreciate your understanding, and will be taking her home for today. Thank you," Davis answered. Davis surprised me with the way he was calmly handling this. He stood, and I followed, seeing he was ready to leave even though Mrs. Vinx seemed anything but done. I followed him out of the office, seeing Calliope with tear-streaked cheeks on a small chair beside the door. "Let's go," Davis told her, walking right past her. She hurriedly followed, not taking my hand when I offered it. I don't know what Mrs. Vinx
Lisa's P.O.V. We have everything slowly going towards Calliope’s adoption. We were just waiting on the court date now. I don't understand why it's so damn hard to adopt a kid. Still, I'm trying not to complain, because I have a daughter now. She's mine, my sweet girl. "Calliope, are you ready to go?" I called up to her in her room. Calliope’s tastes in fashion have become more bold and girly. She's been coming out of her shell more and more, especially after opening up to us. She still sees her psychologist and therapist once a week, and she's doing brilliantly at school. "Ready, Mommy." She stood at the top of the stairs, a picture of utter perfection. She had on a sweet pink floral dress and her favorite pink shoes, that didn't really match the style of the dress. No way am I denying her favorite shoes. "Let's go buy me a wedding dress." I smiled at her, having her grab my hand when she was on the last step. She jumped with an excited smile. I have been having her help me
Lisa’s P.O.V. “He left it to you, Lisa.” Anthony had just shocked the hell out of me. Dad had left the business to me. After everything he had done and said, he left it to me. “So what do you want to do?” “Sell it. I’ll create my own business from the money. Whatever money is left anyway. I know with dad embezzling that we probably owe people money.” Dad can go fuck himself if he thinks I am going to keep this business. Did he think that I would fix it up and he would get out of jail and still have it to come back to? He was sorely mistaken. He’s even more mistaken if he thinks this fixes anything he’s done. This must have been what he meant when he said he hoped his actions would speak louder than his words. Only his actions were confusing, too. Did he do this because he really felt bad? Or because he wanted me to fix his business? Maybe it was because he still wanted to have some kind of hold on me. Whatever the case, I won’t fix the business that caused him to be this way. "
Davis’ P.O.V. Calliope watched me carefully as I made her bed. I had done this many times for Izzy when she was younger. It was something I was used to, even though I hadn’t done it in over a decade. This little girl seemed so scared of me, and all I wanted to do was offer her a hug. “All ready for you, princess.” I patted the bed for her, giving her my warmest smile, but it didn’t convince her in the slightest. “Let’s get you back in bed now.” Lisa guided her to bed, tucking her in as I stayed back so as not to frighten her further. Lisa took my hand as we left the room, but I heard Calliope whisper “thank you” to me before I was out of earshot. Progress. I got Lisa to go back to sleep, but sleep evaded me the rest of the night. So, I decided to make a breakfast of champions when 7 rolled around. I wanted Calliope to wake up to a big meal, one she could pick her favorites from. I made a large array of foods. Omelets, pancakes, waffles, even crepes, were made for her to choose
Calliope’s P.O.V. Mommy and Daddy have always told me I was a smart girl, too smart, they said. I knew they weren’t saying it to be nice. They would have liked it if I were stupid, so they could get away with more. My eyes were always watching what they were doing. I knew they were not doing good things, but they kept doing it, anyway. ‘You tell anyone about this and you’re dead, you hear me, Cali?’ Daddy would threaten me any time I saw him selling that funny white powder in a tiny baggie. I would just nod my head and keep quiet, because I learned long ago that saying anything would make Daddy hurt me. ‘She's just a little girl, Mateo. She won't say anything.’ Mommy would try to defend me, but the moment Daddy gave her a look, she would stop. Mommy didn’t want to get hit either, so she never fought hard for me. She would rather I get hit than her. It’s okay though, because I would rather Daddy hit me over her, too. When Daddy is done hitting me, Mommy takes extra good care of m