BLAIR POV"Alright, alright. I'm not sure you should be giving me so much leeway. But luckily, I love my job and have a serious aversion to guns and explosives."His frown deepened. "You like your job? That's a new one."“It took me a while to get used to working for you, but yeah. I like it.” His jaw tended to ripple, but his brows softened as he looked me over. “I interrupted something yesterday.” I quickly waved him off. “Nah__it wasn't a big deal. I was trying to figure out a way to turn him down, so your timing was pretty perfect. But then, your delivery service had been brutal, though.” “But you seemed to have been enjoying yourself.” I wondered how much he'd seen. It made me a little uncomfortable to think that he had witnessed me flirting back. I hadn't meant it, but it didn't look good for me.“You got everything wrong. It wasn't him in particular I was enjoying.” I dug my teeth into my bottom lip, searching for a way to explain. “This is the first time after a long while
BLAIR POVHana slipped a pair of wide-leg palazzo trousers and a stylish, floral-print short sleeve on me. They fit like a glove, and Hana beamed with satisfaction, hands clasped under her chin.“This is so perfect! Mr. Roman would definitely love this,” she gushed, rushing towards the curtain.“I doubt Ronnell will have an opinion," I muttered."Of course he will. He asked for me to have you show him everything." She yanked the curtain aside, gesturing for me to follow. Reluctantly, I obeyed.Ronnell was lounging on the couch, gently rocking the stroller. His eyes lifted from Nathan to meet mine."I'm told that you need to approve my clothing," I said calmly.“I asked to see them and not approve of them,” he responded, scanning me from head to toe, but his expression was so inscrutable that I had no idea what his opinion was. “Do you like this?” “I think so.” I spun around to look at myself in the wall mirrors, trying to focus on the clothes, while not being critical of my wild hair
RONNELL POVNathan had conked out as soon as we hit the road, so we pulled over at a food truck for lunch. We ended up eating our tuna sandwiches in the car, with the window cracked open for some fresh winter air.“I bet you’ve never had tuna sandwiches in a car before,” Blair teased.“Nope, never even considered it,” I replied, taking a huge bite of my tuna, which was packed with egg, chicken, salad, and cheese. The flavors were exploding in my mouth. “I’m questioning a lot of my life choices right now.”She snorted, hiding her laughter behind a napkin. “It’s okay to be human and messy sometimes.”“Messy, I can handle it. It’s the human part that’s throwing me.”“Oh, come on. You can’t be serious.”“No, I mean, I really like order. It helps me stay sane.” I finished my sandwich, leaned back, and closed my eyes for a moment.“I don't think there's anything wrong with that, as long as it doesn't take over your life.” My need for 'order' had most definitely taken over my life by now. T
RONNELL POV“Uhmm… looking back, I think she was probably worried about me too. I might have thought that was a bad decision on her part, but I was becoming something else entirely. Turns out, kicking me out of the family was the best thing she could have done for me. I might still harbor a bit of anger, but working through manual labor and experiencing the real world outside my spoiled upbringing has given me a new perspective.” She pushed a strand of hair behind her ear.I had spent countless hours consumed by fury, but rarely had my rage been so intense towards people I didn’t even know.And Blair seemed completely unaffected by it all.“Why don’t you seem upset about all of this?”Another bitter laugh escaped her lips. “I never said I wasn’t angry; I was furious. But it’s been so many years, and while I’m still working through abandonment issues, I recognize that she ultimately did me a huge favor. If I had stayed, things could have ended much worse. I might have ended up in an ab
I stared at Blair, who was running her hands through her hair in frustration. "It's not about that, Elliot," she said. "What you bought me is too expensive. I saw the price tags, and it's way too much."I scoffed. "I completely disagree. As your boss, it's my responsibility to make sure you have everything to do your job well. That includes professional attire. I wanted you to have all the clothes you tried on today...""And then you decided to buy even more stuff I didn't even see," she interrupted. "There were definitely clothes in there I've never seen before."“And then what?” I took the stubborn pad of her chin between my fingers. “Did you like everything there?” I asked, gently cupping her chin more. She filled her cheeks with air, then slowly released it, with her eyes narrowed on me. “You know that I did, Hana had impeccable taste.” “Yeah, she does, which is why she also shops for me as well.” “But it's too much,” she gently whispered this time. “No, it's not.” I gave her
BLAIR POVI sat on the bed, my wardrobe gaping open. Nathan was curled up in his blanket, lost in a world of baby babble. The room was a chaotic explosion of clothes, bags, and shoes.Racks of clothing stretched as far as the eye could see, and shelves groaned under the weight of designer bags and shoes. Every piece was undeniably my style but elevated to a whole new level. Even the pants had been magically hemmed to perfection overnight.It was mind-boggling. Ronnell was clearly the mastermind behind this wardrobe transformation. He had an uncanny ability to anticipate every detail."Hey, darling. Can you believe all this stuff belong to me? Isn't it wrong for Mommy to accept so much?" Nathan kicked his feet and stared up at the chandelier, his brow furrowed in concentration. He was absolutely smitten with that little chandelier. I couldn't blame him; it was pretty adorable.“Uhmm, I know that I told you about not hitting the rock with my body, but what about kissing a hard rock? Bec
BLAIR POVWhat the hell was wrong with me? I had hit the rock so hard. Making out with my boss without regard to the fact I was only wearing a nursing tank. No bra, and no pads was a very foolish move. “I'm wet.” I almost said in a whisper.Another rumble came from his chest. “That's a good thing. I don't understand why you look like you're a second away from passing out.”I closed my eyes, wishing I could have honestly just passed out. “Not wet there. Well, I was wet there too, but__God, Ronnell. I'm so fucking embarrassed right now. Could you just not look at me so I can run out of here with at least some shred of dignity left.”Still holding me, he leaned back, and I refused to look away like I had begged. I already knew what he was seeing: Damp fabric clinging to my traitorous nipples. “Is that breast milk?”“Yes,” I cringed. All of this was natural and beautiful when it came to feeding my child, but having a grown man like Ronnell witness this catastrophe had me feeling undesirab
BLAIR POVRonnell held my hands while he led me upstairs bypassing my room to enter his. The only time I had been inside his room was the first time I had come in to get my injury checked but this time around, he guided me to his bed, and nerves clawed through my belly.My breath hitched and my heart raced non-stop. “Ronnell, I don't think I'm ready for this.” I clutched his hands tightly like a lifeline. “I don't think I can—” he gently tapped my lips with his finger. “Shuuush__i’m not going to fuck you. We would just take things slowly but right now, I want you to lay down and let me make you c-m as many times as it takes to switch off your whirling dervish mind. Can you at least do that for me, please, princess? Can you be a good girl for Daddy and let me lick you?” Oh Goodness. My toes curled into the thick rug that I stood on, and I had to stop my eyes from rolling back to my head. Who the hell was this man to talk dirty to me so light-headed and still make me wet?His stares w