After breakfast, I rushed out of the cozy kitchen, grabbing my bag and heading out the door. The entire conversation with Juniper replayed in my mind as I drove to school.I was pleasantly surprised by how nice she was. She had this tough exterior, was really sweet and caring, and there was something adorable about the way her stern face softened when she talked.Finally, I arrived at the exam hall, my heart racing with anticipation. After stepping into the hall, time flew away, taking me on a long ride with anatomy. The three-hour exam felt like an eternity.But now, I stood outside the exam hall, exhaling deeply as I let the warm sunlight wash over me.Helen appeared behind me, flinging her arms around my shoulder and exclaimed, "Honey, we survived!"I grinned, hugging her back. "Yeah, I did, but you don't look like someone who survived." I scoffed, my eyes wandering all over her in ridicule.Her curly hair was a mess, with a few strands falling from her ponytail, emphasizing her ex
XAVIER'S POV "Xavier, I'm leaving." Juniper appeared in my doorway, leaning on the wall with a blank expression. I tossed her a brief glance before turning back to my laptop. "Then leave. Do you have to tell me first?" I said, completely ignoring her presence as I drowned in the screen in front of me. "Oh, I see where this is going." She strode into my room and suddenly closed my laptop, a sly smile spreading across her face. "You're showing attitude because I caught you with a younger woman last night, isn't it?" I let out an exasperated sigh, turning to face her since it was obvious she had something to say, which I wasn't ready to listen to if she was going to be against the idea of Mr. and Sarah together. She sat beside me as her playful expression disappeared, turning more serious. "I got drunk yesterday, but I remember everything I saw..." She trailed off as her gaze pierced into mine, as if seeking a reaction from me. "Go straight to your point," I spat, nudging her
Helen and I parted ways, promising to reconnect soon. The drive home was filled with thoughts of Mr. Clinton, my sugar daddy – a title that still brought a sly smile to my face. I wondered if he would truly earn it in the months to come. I pulled into my driveway, got out of the car, and headed straight for Mr. Clinton's room. It was six p.m., and usually, he wouldn't be home so early, but I took a wild guess, and surprisingly, there were signs that he was home. The moment I stepped into the living room, my eyes widened as I took in the sight. In the dim light, the small incandescent bulb hung from the ceiling, its gentle light a soothing accompaniment to the evening, casting a comforting glow over the room. Though it was extravagant, it was amazing enough to remind me of the luxury and comfort that came with Mr. Clinton's hospitality. I had more than two years to live with him, and I'll make the most out of it. Perhaps I might never return to my father if I win my side of the be
We spent most of the night on the verandah, staring at the dark sky that stretched out before us, with the moon casting a silver glow on the landscape. We sat in comfortable silence, lost in each other's embrace. I leaned my back against his chest as he sat on the sofa, feeling the cool breeze of the night. I still had that smile on my face, which didn't seem to go away. A warm sense of accomplishment filled my chest as I reflected on the day's events. It had been a whirlwind of emotions ever since he discovered the diary, but ultimately, it ended on a high note. While I was enjoying the warmth of his embrace, I couldn't help but think of how far we had come. From misunderstandings and restraint to this moment of peace where time stood still. It felt surreal, as if we’d traversed a lifetime of emotions in just a few fleeting months. While I was lost in thought, he placed his hand around me in a protective manner, pressing his face closer to my neck. The warmth of his breath b
Having succeeded in undressing me, he kneeled on the bed and removed his own clothes, revealing his chiseled physique. My eyes widened as I took in the sight of his toned body.I couldn't take my eyes off his broad shoulders and defined chest. My gaze traced the contours of his abs, and I felt a flutter in my stomach."Can't look away, can you?" he teased as he unbuckled his belt, and I felt a flush rising to my cheeks.I nodded, my voice caught in my throat. The tone of his voice was surprisingly seductive, blending with my own desire, but I couldn't help but feel a bit... nervous. I kept biting my lower lip while my toes curled relentlessly. This was my first time; I hadn't even done foreplay, let alone have a guy finger inside me. I had kept my virginity guarded for him... for so long, and I was ready to surrender it to him. What if I wasn't good enough? What if it hurt?His brow shot up as if sensing my apprehension. "Are you... okay?" he asked, his hand hovering by his zipper.Oh
A gentle, familiar kiss woke me from my sleep, and I smiled, knowing exactly to whom it belonged. My sugar daddy—I now think he deserves the title since he had somehow agreed to date me. He shifted closer, feeling a surge of warmth spread through my chest as I reached out to wrap my arms around him. He deepened the kiss, transporting me back to last night's intense sex marathon. I loved it. It made me feel a sense of accomplishment to finally have what I craved from him. I opened my eyes to find his gaze locked on mine, filled with love and adoration. His lips curled into a smile as he whispered, "Good morning, love." My smile grew wider, practically stretching to my ears. He finally nailed it: 'LOVE.' I liked that. "Good morning, Mr. Clinton," I responded, biting my lower lip as I wrapped my hands around his neck. "We are way past that formality, don't you think?" His eyes sparkled with amusement as if remembering the same passionate moments that still lingered on my skin. "
Daddy." An angelic voice chorused, and the next moment three hands waved enthusiastically from within the box, with two jumping and calling out for attention. "Get us out, please." Two tiny voices chimed in unison. The box was deep, and their sound was muffled as they continued yelling. "We are stuck! Help already!" Xavier's eyes widened in shock, and I, on the other hand, was equally stunned. My mouth was agape, staring at the three figures as they continued jumping and hollering for help. "Anybody there?" They screamed at the top of her lungs, waving her small hands desperately above the box's rim. But their hands barely cleared the edge. Finally, I broke out of our stupor and motioned to help, but Xavier was already rushing towards the box, his eyes widened in alarm. As Xavier approached, the children's voices grew louder, their cries more urgent. With gentle care, Xavier lifted the children out of the box, one by one. My brow furrowed as I processed the scene before m
"Fuck this woman," I muttered, crumpling the note in my hand and tossing it back to the massive package of surprises that had been dumped in our laps. "Unbelievable," I mouthed, shaking my head. Xavier's eyes met mine, his expression mirroring my outrage. "I need more answers from her," he said, his voice firm as he looked at nothing in particular. "But she isn't here to explain further." I nodded. "Why would she do this all of a sudden?" The children had already taken their seats on the sofa, making themselves at home, unaware of the emotional turmoil unfolding around them. They watched us with wide eyes. Well, the twins, who were kind of a little mature, were paying attention to every word we said, and what was even more confusing was just how comfortable they were with all this. Calling a man they hadn't met before their daddy because their mom had told them any man they saw after coming out of the box was their biological father and also not so bothered about their mother's
A month had passed since we left Paris. Our little family had settled into a cozy villa overlooking the Mediterranean Sea. Well, we moved in for the wedding, actually. Now, standing in front of the mirror, I smoothed out my lace wedding gown. My heart fluttered as I thought of Xavier waiting for me at the altar. "Sarah, you look stunning," my maid of honor said, adjusting my veil. Who else would it be? It's my best friend, Helen. I smiled, feeling like a princess. The ceremony was intimate, with only close friends and family attending. "Hey, kiddo." A voice interrupted my thoughts, bringing a smile to my face. "The guests are waiting. Are you just gonna sit there and admire yourself?" Juniper appeared at the door, crossing her arms and wearing a feigned frown on her face. Juniper had helped out with the wedding planning; she even brought her kids along. Although I was grateful for her expertise, her planning ways exceeded Xavier's budget, but he didn't complain. "Juniper, you'
SARAH'S POV "About what!" I snapped, my eyes blazing. Xavier held my shoulders to placate me, but I was beyond reasoning. My baby was at risk because of him, and he was lucky nothing happened to him or her. If something had happened, I would have... I stopped and forced myself to stay calm when I noticed my father's soft gaze.He leaned against the wall without speaking, letting me pour out my anger. Only when I was done did he finally speak. "I meant to say..." He hesitated, glancing at Xavier. "I'm... sorry."It was as if he forced those words right out of his mouth.I looked away, breaking eye contact, and Xavier gently stroked my shoulder again."Sarah, calm down. Don't stress yourself out, okay?"Yeah, I'm pregnant. I shouldn't stress myself out.I flashed him a soft smile and leaned on his shoulders, making sure to avoid eye contact with my father."Sarah, I'm happy for you," my father continued, despite my bad attitude. "Now that there's nothing else I can do, you're free to l
My eyes widened in shock as I found Sarah lying on the bed, pale and motionless. In an instant, my heart sank, and my world crumbled around me."Sarah?" I whispered, approaching her cautiously.My legs felt heavy, as if rooted to the spot, but I forced myself to move closer. William's presence faded into the background, irrelevant to the only thing that mattered – Sarah.I gently sat beside her, my hand reaching out to brush away the strands of hair clinging to her forehead. Her skin felt cold and clammy."Sarah," I whispered, my voice trembling.Her eyelids fluttered open, and our gazes met. For a moment, I saw a glimmer of recognition, a spark of life.But it was fleeting.Her eyes, once bright and full of laughter, now seemed dull and lifeless."Sarah, please," I begged, my voice cracking. "Talk to me.""Sarah!" William, who had finally broken out of his stupor, rushed over to her side, shaking her gently, completely disregarding my presence.Then he froze, staring at Sarah, as the
XAVIER'S POV"Daddy, when is Sarah coming back?" Elizabeth had asked after I had watched as William's car disappeared, taking Sarah away from me. My heart felt like it had been ripped out. I couldn't believe I had to let her go.But I knew it was necessary. William's anger and determination to keep us apart were palpable.I crouched down to meet Elizabeth's height, her big brown eyes filled with concern. "Soon, sweetie. Sarah needs to go for now." I offered a reassuring smile."Where's William, her dad?" Harper chimed in, her brow furrowing. "Did the two of them leave?"I glanced up at Harper, who stood beside Hayden, his expression serious as if they were interrogating me.I let out a sigh and tried to simplify the truth. "Like I said, they're gone, but—" I was interrupted by Elizabeth whining. Her face scrunched up. "Why did Sarah leave without telling us? This is so unlike her."I took a deep breath, choosing my words carefully. "Sometimes, grown-ups need to figure things out. She
With my curiosity piqued, I got off the bed and made my way to the door. Walking down the hallway, the sound of heels clinking on the floor grew louder, making me even more curious about who had come to visit. Ever since I moved in, we’ve never had visitors, and that thought only fueled my curiosity.I entered the living room only to find a woman and my father walking from the door. My father’s gentle smile was a stark contrast to the tension that had filled the air moments before.Seriously? So I am the only downer here who won't get what she wants. I scoffed and quietly strode towards them.My eyes remained fixed on the lady, and I couldn’t help but keep my mouth wide open as I saw her intimate with my father. Her lips were pressed against my father's, and he responded with equal fervor, completely oblivious to my presence.So he has a girlfriend in Paris, huh?Way to go, Father; only you deserve happiness.I felt a mix of disgust and betrayal surging through me. I’ve learned to use
"Welcome to my humble abode. Don't you like the view?" My father's cheerful voice cut through my thoughts. Again. He kept interrupting my moping with his unnecessary small talk and fake enthusiasm. Can't he see I'm still reeling from the pain he's caused?I forced a glance around the luxurious penthouse apartment, trying to appear unimpressed. To be honest, it was quite breathtaking, but I wouldn't say it."It's nice, Father," I said flatly, my voice devoid of enthusiasm.My father's smile faltered for a moment, but he quickly recovered."I'm glad you like it. You'll be comfortable—""Cut the small talk,I wasn't done talking." I spat, cutting him off. I chuckled, still glancing around. "It's just that it's missing something."My father, sensing my fake enthusiasm, leaned close with a smile. "What do you think is missing?"A mischievous grin spread across my face as I replied, "My happiness."My father's smile froze, his eyes widening, caught off guard by my true intention."Sarah, co
I turned and walked away, leaving Xavier behind. My father's suffocating grip on my arm guided me toward the car. I felt numb, my heart heavy. As we drove away, I glanced back at the duplex, the building fading away. There wasn't any sight of Xavier, and it hurt to sense he was giving up. Or isn't he? I really don’t know. I didn't even get the chance to say goodbye to the girls; they would be devastated when they wake up without me beside them. This can't be happening. "We're going to Paris, Sarah. You'll be safe there. We're better off without him." My father's voice cut through my thoughts. His words felt like acid in my throat. I turned to him, my face twisted in a mix of anger and desperation. "Safe from what, Father?" I demanded. My father's expression remained unyielding. "From Xavier. From his influence on you." I felt a surge of indignation. "You don't even know him," I spat. "And you claim he is your best friend." My father's grip on the steering wheel tighte
SARAH'S POV"Father, what are you doing!" I rushed over to Xavier's side and cupped his cheek, blood trickling out of his nose. My eyes locked onto my father's scrunched-up face, his eyes blazing with fury."Get away from him, Sarah!" he growled.But I stood firm, my heart racing. "You're hurting him!" I pleaded, my eyes welling up. "How could you do this, Father?"Xavier's eyes fluttered open, and he winced."Sarah, I'm fine," he whispered.My father's face twisted in disgust."Don't talk to her, Xavier. You've done enough damage."I felt a surge of anger. I never expected this kind of reaction from him."That's not true! I did the damage!" I said, my voice firm as I walked towards him. "It was me who fell for him first, so if you're angry, then pour it on me."My father's gaze snapped back to me, and I could see the disappointment and hurt in his eyes."Sarah, I didn't expect this from... both of you," he said, his voice soft with a layer of pain and betrayal. "I trusted him."I sto
WILLIAM'S POVI didn't know what was taking Xavier so long to open the door after telling me he would open it in a minute. A minute had turned into an eternity."Xavier!" I called again, attempting to knock on the door again, but it opened, revealing Xavier's wry smile."Hey," he said, scratching the back of his head. "Why are you here?"My brow furrowed. "Didn't you hear what I said? I said I need help. That's why I came. Now will you let me come in?" I said and gently pushed him out of the way, letting myself in.I tossed the towel I was holding onto his bed and turned to meet his surprised, perhaps shocked, expression."Why are you here with the towel?" he asked, chuckling."Sorry for disturbing you. I wanted to take a late-night bath, but my water system isn't working," I explained, trying to sound as nonchalant as possible, despite the curiosity brewing inside me."Water system's out? Figured I'd use yours. Hope that's okay."Xavier's raised eyebrow and amused smile hinted that h