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Lisa's P.O.V. "Thank you for coming with me today," I said, handing Chris his glass of wine as he sat on my couch. He gave me a sexy smirk as his eyes stared deeply at me. I am not sure how he does it, but his eyes make me feel so exposed. Like he could see through my clothes right to my bare skin. I caged my lower lip between my lips for a moment, feeling a warmth growing in me. Chris was nothing but amazing as I dragged him around, buying things for Abi. He played with her and spoke with her kindly, as if she were his niece and not mine. It was a sweet sight, one that made me like him even more. We dropped Abi off with Lucas, who gave Chris a once over. I am sure he'll be checking in on who he is. I need a good story to tell him when he figures out that Chris comes from money. He'll suspect something is up if I don't come up with a good way for us to meet. I sat beside him on the couch, taking my shoes off and lifting my knees to my chest as I turned to look at him. He took a
Davis' P.O.V. She stepped out of her room with a towel wrapped around her head. She was a picture of beauty with her cheeks flushed from the way she pleasured herself in the shower. The temptation to enter the bathroom and help her finish was absolute torture. I knew just being inside her apartment without her knowledge was already over stepping. She'd probably yell rape if I entered her bathroom. "I told you I'd come find you if you skipped your workout today," I reminded her as her blue eyes gazed at me in utter shock. She swallowed, shaking her head as if trying to shake the surprise from her body. When she opened her eyes again, she seemed upset. Shit, I overstepped. "Did you hear me?" She asked, referring to her escapades in the shower. "Did I hear you what, Lisa?" I asked, feigning innocence that she was not buying. "You know exactly what?!" she gritted. She's hot when she's mad. "I may have," I admitted, making her pale cheeks flush pink with color. "You were
Lisa's P.O.V. "Dad, stop! You'll kill him." I pulled at his arm to no avail, having to watch him beat Lucas in front of me. Lucas was bloody and bruised. The bridge of his nose was gushing blood from the deep wound. His eye was swollen shut, and his cheek was double its size. His head dangled as dad held him up by the shirt. "He won't die," Dad argued, hitting him again. I yelled, begging for him to stop. I kept trying to stop him, to make him turn his attention to me, but he refused. He continued to beat Lucas in front of me even when I placed myself between them. His fist went through me as if I were an apparition, hitting Lucas in the face again and leaving me unscathed. "Lisa!" I felt a firm hand on my shoulder, shaking me awake. "Lisa, wake up. It's just a dream. You're okay." My eyes began to slowly flutter open, blinking as they adjusted to my surroundings. I wasn't in a room I recognized, remembering that I was in Davis' house, in his guest bedroom. His face came int
Lisa's P.O.V. Chris' name flashing across my screen was a splash of cold water called reality. It pulled me right out of this moment with Davis, reminding me I couldn't have him, even if we wanted each other. Which I very much doubt he does. I stepped to the side, releasing myself from our tension filled moment. He didn't say a word as he let me go, allowing me some privacy to answer the phone. "Hello?" I answered, stepping out of the kitchen and walking further away from Davis. "Hello, beautiful. I'm at your door, but you're not answering," he said, making my blood run cold. I can't exactly say I'm at some other guy's house. "I brought breakfast," he added. "That's so sweet of you, but I'm actually not home," I confessed. I don't know why I felt so scared of what Chris' reaction would be if he knew I'd spent the night in another man's house. "Oh," he said, sounding very disappointed. "Where are you? I'll come to you." "I'm with a friend. We've already had breakfast. I'll h
Lisa's P.O.V. Chris took me on a tour, showing me every room, telling me the plans he'd already made for us, and each room. I didn't like the way he planned things without even thinking of asking for my input, or opinion. He saved his room for last, closing the door behind him as I entered further in. "This is my room, soon to be ours," he said, licking his lips as he stared at me. I could tell what was on his mind, but I was worried he'd leave me wanting the way he did last night. He stepped closer to me, placing his hand on the small of my back. His eyes roamed my body before he nuzzled his nose into the nape of my neck. His breath tickled me, causing the hairs on my arms to stand. I felt the warmth pooling inside me as my body reacted to his touches. His hands gripped at my side as he kissed my neck lightly. "You're so beautiful, Lisa," he whispered, kissing my jaw next. I let his lips leave a fiery trail along my jaw to my lips. He licked at my lower lip until I parted it
Davis' P.O.V. Lisa is due to arrive soon for our workout session. I couldn't get the thought of her with some guy her dad involved her without of my head. It has played in my thoughts since I dropped her off at her apartment. More like she dropped herself off since she drove. She knows how to handle a bike well, and I'm all for it. Lisa is a very interesting woman. She has a sharp mind, a kind heart, and a playful demeanor. I was surprised when she asked me to teach her how to fight, but I was happy about it. God knows she needs to defend herself. Every woman should have the know-how, really. I taught Izzy, if only the basics since she protested the entire time. She's not into fighting, having grown up watching it. She's tired of it, and, frankly, desensitized from it. It gives me peace of mind knowing Izzy could handle herself if she needed to. I won't let what happened to her mother happen to her as well. I pulled my phone out, texting Lisa when she still hadn't showed 15 minu
Ch.13 Let Me Take Care Of YouLisa's P.O.V.**Song Suggestion: Don't Give Up On Me by Amber Leigh Irish**Davis' question caught me off guard. I didn't think he saw me in this way. That he had found me attractive or wanted anything more to do with me. I thought he had found me too weak, maybe even irresponsible. Yet here he stood offering to keep me safe. Words I never knew I needed to hear before. Safe.But how can he? This isn't something that can be fought with physical strength. My happiness means the undoing of Lucas' new life. I can't place myself before him again. He's my little brother, yet he protected me from our father all my life. Now it's my turn. I'm the older sister. I should have been protecting him all this time. I knew what was happening, letting it occur because I was too scared to take a beating alongside him. I'll never forgive myself for it. This is my penance, and I'll happily accept it. "You can't," I whispered, wishing my words were untrue. I would love not
Ch. 14 I'm So Sorry Lisa's P.O.V. "Where's auntie?" I asked Abi as I hid behind her small blanket. "Here I am!" I popped out with a smile. Her little happy squeals were music to my ears, reminding me why I'm doing what I'm doing. For her. For him. For them. There's no way in hell I am letting Dad hurt them…any of them. I will marry Chris and I will endure his abusive ways until I can defend myself. I promised Davis my time away from Chris and I plan to keep that promise. Chris and I are to see each other this afternoon. He tried to get me to come to his place, but a public setting is best for now. Seeing how violent he got last time, I knew I needed to keep him away from any closed doors. I convinced him to go to a car show with me. He seemed to be a car enthusiast, but I'm sure for him it's more for show than an actual passion. He seems the type to talk out of his ass when he doesn't know shit. Still, it was what saved me from meeting him at his home. I sighed realizing it was t
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