Wendy laughed. "Please don't pick a fight with her or anything like that. She talks a lot, but I'm sure she doesn't really mean to cause any harm. She's just like that"
"Oh I won't" Camille replied. "That would be very childish. It just makes me wonder who else at the company knows. I just don't want to cause any problems for Evan"
"You really like him, don't you?" Wendy asked.
Camille blushed and sipped her drink. "I do" she said. "I'm in love with him actually"
"Awwwwn. I'm happy for you honestly. At least one of us getting the happy forever after story that she deserves. And you deserve to be happy. Evan is such a nice guy and you are both lucky to have each other"
"Thank you" Camille replied. "I gotta say it's kind of a relief to talk to someone about this. The hiding and sneaking around is kinda tiring"
"Yeah it can be tiring" Wendy agreed, t
Leonard gasped, feigning annoyance while Wendy just laughed."Actually it's fine" she said. "I actually don't mind. I think he is funny""You hear that, sweetie? She thinks I'm funny" he said, poking Camille.Camille turned back to her drink and rolled her eyes, "Well I wouldn't read much into what Wendy said, she's had a couple of drinks so she might not be thinking straight. That's just the alcohol talking... Because why would anyone in their right mind find you funny?"Leonard ignored her comment and turned to Wendy. "It's really nice to meet you, Wendy" he said, smiling at her and extending his hand for a handshake.Wendy shook his hand and smiled back. "It's nice to meet you too, Leonard" she replied."You should know that I know who you are actually" Leonard said.Wendy lifted an eyebrow "You do?" she asked. And then s
But boy was she wrong, because immediately she stood her knees wobbled. Leonard caught her immediately and they both laughed."I really thought I had it under control" she said, still laughing. "Turns out I don't""I'm sure you did" he replied, just hold on to me. They walked slowly outside and to his car, the whole time his hand was wrapped around her waist.Wendy couldn't wait to get home, take a shower and go straight to bed. She was tipsy and as he drove she closed her eyes."Are you falling asleep?" Leonard asked her.She opened her eyes slowly. "A little bit" she replied. "It's the alcohol taking effect""Is everything alright with you? I don't mean to pry, but you seem a little worried... And I know most people just like to drown whatever issues they are having in alcohol. I just hope that isn't what you are doing"We
"Goodnight Leonard" Wendy said softly, and she felt sorry for the guy. He looked a bit... Embarrassed and she couldn't blame him. Who wouldn't feel that way when Damon was glaring at them like that. And as for Damon, what the hell was he doing in her apartment.She ignored his frowning face and brushed past him into the apartment. She was about to walk to her room even Debbie came out of hers."Oh my God, where the hell have you been?" Debbie asked her, pulling her into her arms to hug her. "We have been calling and texting too. I was getting worried. Why didn't you pick your calls?""I'm sorry honey" Wendy replied. "I went out for some drinks, and I got carried away. Kinda lost track of time and my phone was in my bag. I put it on silent at the office and forgot to turn it back on. I'm sorry I made you worry""It's alright...," Debbie began to say, but she paused, "Wow, did you drink the ent
"It's none of your business who I hang out with with... Or who I let touch me.... I don't know why you are so concerned, you walked away from me, Damon. You made your choice. What do you expect? That I'm just going to sit around and wait for you? You even told me not to come back to you... Called me selfish... Well, I'm being as selfish as I can be. I don't see why it should come as a surprise to you since you already knew I was that sort of woman.... As you said and I quote ... 'totally oblivious to anyone's feelings except mine'. Well, this is me, Damon. Now please leave. I'm tired and I would like to rest "He crossed the room in a few strides and before she knew it, she was trapped between him and her table. She forced herself to stare at him, but she could feel that her legs weren't even steady. Damn. Now those drinks was definitely a bad idea, she thought."Please Damon" she said hating, hating the way she sounded, hating that she sounde
Wendy was well aware of that! As exhausted as she was, she’d never be able to keep up with the demands expected of her when the real work began again.“Have you seen a doctor?” Camille asked her.“No. When do you expect them to send over a contract from Fair marketing media ?” Wendy asked.“Any day now,” Camille said, frowning again as if annoyed that she’d changed the subject. “Once you, Evan and Trevor sign, they’ll want you to be ready to work with them. It would be crushing to your career if you fell off schedule and were unable to work. Or worse, if you go there looking as exhausted as you do.”Thinking about what Camille just said was a nightmare on its own. She had to do something, and if it meant taking medicine for depression, then that’s what she’d do.“Very well,” Wendy said. “I’ll call my physician today.”But due to her doctor’s busy schedule and
His words sent instant terror crashing through her. She closed her eyes, then snapped them open again. She couldn't be pregnant.... for Damon. She couldn't be pregnant now. She wasn't ready for it. As if she didn't have enough stuff going on in her life right now.And for Damon... She couldn't bear the memories of how things had ended between them. She didn't want to face him.She couldn’t go through that again.... And now she'd would have to.... And bring him this news.“Oh, my God, this can’t be possible!” she said, more to herself than him, hands automatically splayed on her belly. What an odd twist of fate. While she had been adamantly telling Damon that she wanted him to leave her alone, she had already been with his child.How would he feel about this?And what about her? How did she feel about this. She wasn't ready for this, but it was her child... Her baby. Her heart lift
She wanted it. And as for Damon, he could be a jerk, but she knew he would make a wonderful father.... If he decided that he wanted to be involved of course.When she had left the doctors office she'd been scared... But at a point she had been ecstatic at the idea of becoming a mother, of holding her tiny baby in her arms. Purposely ridding herself of her child was unthinkable.“Call me if you decide to go through with it” Camille had said. “I need to know what you intend to do as soon as possible.”The rest of the day Wendy's emotions bounced between fear, hope and despair as she remembered her doctor's words the previous day.“You’re definitely pregnant,” he had said.Wendy stared out the window. Those words had changed a lot for her. Made her realize that she had something more important to worry about now than the crap people were saying about her... And her family.. Her
Debbie laughed. "I honestly don't know. I haven't been in such a situation before" she said. "Like you said, this is a big deal. Having a baby changes a person's life. It's going to change your lives""Wow" Wendy said sarcastically, "Thank you for stating the obvious and making it even more scary to think about" she paused. "But he's your brother, and you know him well. Do you think he will be happy about the baby?""I think so. But one think that I'm definitely sure of, is that the both of will make awesome parents"Wendy hoped to God that she was right.------------------------Damon broke the surface of the clear water and levered himself from the terrace pool. After an exhausting day at the office, he’d returned to his house and headed straight for his home gym.But even after a grueling workout, he’d not been able to rid himself of the tension that had tied hi
"Oh, Damon" Wendy said, her eyes filled with tears. "I love you too. I never stopped. I always will"Damon smiled and wiped a tear that had fallen with his finger. "Don't cry, honey" he said, "You have no idea how happy I am to hear you say that. And it makes what I'm going to say next so much easier"Wendy laughed and wiped her cheek with her palm. "Oh.... There's more?" she asked.He nodded. "Hell yeah" he replied, then his hand moved to stomach and he cupped it. "You remember when I found out about the baby and I asked you to move in with me?" he asked."Yes" she replied softly."At first I didn't like that you said no, it pissed me off in fact, but I realized that it was a crappy thing to say. We are having a baby, Red. You, me and that tiny human growing inside of you. And we love each other, so if we are going to do this, I want us to do it right, so...... "
“You are so beautiful,” Damon drawled, then gave a small cough. “Red, i have missed you so damn much, so much that I stayed up at night thinking about you. It was never just about sex for me".Wendy smiled up at him, tracing lines on his chest with the tip of her finger. "I have missed you too. I'm so sorry that I hurt you, Damon. I didn't mean to push you away like that. I cared but I was just so worried about what people thought so much, that I didn't know I was torturing myself, and hurting you too, but now.... With the baby, I don't care so much anymore. My priorities has changed all of a sudden"He laughed—and it sounded so good. To see him relaxed, smiling, was like glimpsing somehow a different man, and all she knew was that she wanted more of this. He ran his hand over her warm, naked body and she squirmed with pleasure, couldn’t believe she was lying naked in his arms in the middle of the day and feeling only beautiful.
“Don’t hold onto those thoughts, Red, just let them go.” And she tried, really tried to just relax as his hand cupped her bottom and lifted her enough to slip off the shorts and knickers in one. But the movement erased what had been achieved, embarrassment flooding in as her flesh was exposed, her knees lifting instinctively and her hand moving down in a futile attempt to cover herself. Wanting to hide her body from his gaze. It had been a while since they'd been this way together.“Don’t fight,” he ordered, but he was soothing her with his words. “Don’t think about that anything else, just think about this.” His hand hovered over her stomach until she caught her breath.She wanted the contact again and he was very gently tracing tiny endless circles around the little hill of her abdomen as his lips dusted her cheeks. Oh, how much she'd missed him. He was kissing away the salty tears that were spilling from her eyes with his other hand around
The sun blocked out as he hovered over her, her eyes still closed as she blissfully attuned to the feel of his lips lightly on hers until it wasn’t enough. He was waiting for her bidding, she instinctively knew that. She could smell the bitter orange and bergamot undertones of his cologne, his breath mingling with hers, and after seconds that seemed to drag for ever she gave him her consent with her mouth, pressed her own lips into his. The greeting was acknowledged by the reward of his cool tongue parting her lips, slipping inside, and that delicious taste of him, the intimate feel of his mouth inside hers, his tongue languorously capturing hers, playing a slow teasing game, long strokes that made her want more, countered by a tiny feather-light stroke on the tip of her tongue and then a gentle sucking as he dragged her deeper into him. And it was the most erotic of kisses yet the most frustrating, because still nowhere else did he touch her. Only their mouths were touching only the
She turned abruptly away, terrified he’d read the naked lust in her eyes. She took a long drink from her water bottle then, blowing her fringe skywards and trying to keep her voice normal, determined not to make a fool of herself again, to be absolutely sure she wasn’t misreading things, she said, “You should try meditating if you want to be relaxed.”“It wouldn’t work,” Damon dismissed.“It won’t if that’s your attitude...” She could feel the atmosphere sizzling between them, knew that if she said what was on her mind then she’d be crossing a line, playing the most dangerous of dangerous games. “Try it,” she breathed, her eyes daring him to join her. “Why don’t you lie back and try it now?”“Now?” Damon checked, a dangerous warning glint in his eyes, which she heeded, but it only excited her more.“Now,” Wendy affirmed. “Just lie back.”“Then what?” Damon's impatient voice demanded instruction as,
Absolutely the last person she was expecting to see at this hour as she thought she wouldn't be back from work so early. He was dressed in his inevitable dark suit, but there was a slightly more relaxed stance to him. He held a brown paper bag in one hand and he didn’t look in his usual rush—his usually perfectly knotted tie was loosened, the top button of his shirt undone. But his dark eyes were shielded with sunglasses making his closed expression even more unreadable if that were possible.“You’ve done a lot of work. I can see.” he said.“It’s getting there.” She nodded. “And if I keep going at full speed, I could still be done with this by early next week.”He didn’t say a word, he didn’t have to. Just a tiny questioning lift of his eyebrow from behind his dark glasses was enough for Wendy.“I am allowed to take a break,” Wendy retorted.“I didn’t say anything!” he said, but she could see
His mouth brushed her cheek, sweeping along her cheekbone till she could feel his breath warm on the shell of her ear then moving back, back to her waiting lips, slowly, deliberately until only a whisper separated them, till his mouth was so close to hers that she was giddy with expectation, filled with want —deep, burning want, a want that suffused her, a want she had never, even in their most intimate moments, experienced, and he hadn’t even kissed her. Her breath was coming in short, unyielding gasps, his chest so close to hers that if she breathed any deeper their bodies would touch.It was the pregnancy, she thought. Everything seemed to be heightened.She was torn between want and dread, her body longing to arch towards his, her nipples stretching like buds to the sun, his hand still on the wall behind her head, and all she wanted was his touch.As if in answer, his mouth found hers, the weight of his body pushing her do
Damon smiled. "Well, if it makes you feel better, your plan worked out fine"Wendy smiled back and withdrew her hand slowly from his, missing the feeling instantly, "I should go now" she said, trying to unlock her car. "Did you bring your car""Yes, but I will follow you home"Wendy grinned at got into her car, and she could see him through the mirror as she drove home. "---------------“Home!” she said, when they were at her place and both got out of their cars.He didn't leave then, but followed her up.“Should you be climbing the stairs everyday? Now that you are... You know.”She laughed."I'm not paralyzed Damon" she said, "Besides, it's good exercise"They were at her front door now. “I know what I said before, but thank you for coming, Damon. It’s been, er...pleasant. I mean... Having
"You really have to ask? Damon, for the past weeks all we have done is fight. We simply can't stand each other. We can't agree about a single thing, and now you think all that is just going to magically go away because we are having a baby together? Even you have to admit that that's ridiculous ""I honestly don't think it is. I think we can work through things and find a way to make it work""Well I don't" Wendy replied, rolling her eyes, "And you can't just come in here and expect me turn my life around just because you said so. Have you ever considered the fact that I might have my own plan? No you don't. You think that all of your idea is gold and I'm just supposed to agree with whatever you say"Damon didn't want to fight or argue with her, especially not in this room, so he took a deep breath. "Fine. I'm sorry I didn't ask you first. I just wanted to be helpful not piss you off" he said. "What are your plans?"