Judith POV "Yes, I would love to have a drink," he said affirmatively. I had anticipated a polite refusal, believing him too fatigued and thirsty to accept my offer. Despite a hectic day at the office, his willingness to assist us was a gesture for which I will remain eternally grateful. He appeared markedly different from the reputation that preceded him, though could a hundred people be entirely mistaken? Or perhaps he has multiple personality disorders. The door was unlocked, and we entered the house, which exuded warmth and coziness. "It's good to be home," I thought as I held the door open for him. "Welcome to my home, Mr. Nathan," I said, smiling. "Welcome to my home, Mr. Nathan," I said, smiling at him. Surveying the room with admiration, he complimented the decor, though his smile seemed forced. Observing his demeanor, I could detect tiredness, or probably discomfort. He must have gone to great lengths to help us. I offered him a seat, and he chose the nearest couch.
Nathan’s POV Knowing I shouldn’t ask, I asked anyway. I needed to clear my head to purge myself of these gnawing doubts. The uncertainty was gradually draining me and eating me alive. It amazed me how I managed to stay sane. Every meeting and appointment today had been attended to absentmindedly, and it was severely affecting my performance. I needed clarity; I needed to uncover the truth so I could focus on other tasks at hand. “If I get the truth, will it really put my life back on track?” I wondered. But at the very least, it would clear my doubts. “Mr. Nathan, please, I really don’t want to talk about it. It’s a bad experience—an experience that almost shattered my life overnight. But thank God for the twins. They came along and gave my life meaning and purpose again, making me feel fulfilled,” she said, a tear escaping from her eye. “I’m sorry” was all I could muster. I didn’t really know how to console someone, having never done so before. “Please leave, Mr. Nathan. I need
Judith’s POV Hello, am I speaking with Mrs. Summers?" A voice inquired over the phone. "Yes, you are," I replied, still uncertain about the caller's identity. "It's the receptionist on the first floor. You have a parcel from Rex Motors. Please come pick it up," she informed me. "Rex Motors? Okay, I will be there soon," I said and hung up. "Isn't that a well-known car company? Why would they have a parcel for me?" I murmured, dialing the phone to inform my boss that I would be stepping out briefly. I took the elevator down to the first floor and retrieved the parcel. The parcel truly bore my name. Curiosity got the best of me as I unsealed the package on the first floor and found a car key inside. I was dumbfounded, wondering who could have purchased a car for me. Upon checking the receipt, I saw the buyer's name: Everton Medicals. I hurried back to the elevator and knocked on his office door. He instructed me to enter as he continued working on his laptop. I inquired about the
"Oh God, oh God," Belinda moaned as she clung her hands tightly to my back, like her life depended on it. Her intense moans seemed to resonate in my mind as I continued thrusting my dick into her, simultaneously fondling her breasts with one hand. Finally, I reached climax and retreated into the en-suite bathroom to shower. "Oh, I love the way you fuck me, Felix," she murmured as she lay naked on the bed. Belinda is my girlfriend. She marks the fourth woman I have been entangled with over the past three years I have been in America. Something about these girls seemed off. None of them possessed the spark and peace Judith emitted. I broke up with them not because they weren’t pretty, but because they incessantly irritated me. Other than sex, they had absolutely nothing to offer. “Oh, I miss Judith—a woman of beauty and intellect. I truly regret abandoning her that day. Had we gotten married, I wouldn't be entangled with these brainless women," I mused as I got out of the shower.
Judith’s POV It’s been a gruelling month of working with Nathan, and I must confess that the demands of the work have been nothing short of exhausting. The responsibilities range from fixing meetings, conferences, and appointments to meticulously responding and sending emails. I doubted my ability to survive. But surprisingly, I have gradually mastered the role and adapted with each passing day. After the week, we had an impulsive kiss. I have made every effort not to be emotionally entangled with him. I tried to keep it strictly professional. I don't have a problem with the kiss itself; it is how he distanced himself from me afterward, like I were some sort of contagion, leaving me in an awkward situation. Love shouldn't be a priority for me. My children demand my attention; they should be the ones getting all my love and attention, but anytime I'm around him, my heart seems to beat faster, just like it once did with Felix, conveying some unknown feelings. Oh, Felix, I hope he's f
Nathan’s POV "Did I just confess my love for her?" The thought resonated through my mind, a realisation that had slowly dawned on me since the kiss. Since then, thoughts about her and the kids have occupied my mind more often. She seems to appear in my dreams at times and comfort me during my darkest moments. I understand perfectly that pursuing a relationship with her now might not be the best decision to make, yet the notion of delaying further feels like hell and deepens my misery. And the children—I long to be around them. The only promising way to do so is by being with her. "I love you, Judith," I repeated softly, gazing at her affectionately. She looked at me speechless, with shock clearly engraved on her face. "Erm, erm, Mr. Nathan," she stammered, then stopped talking before she composed herself. Mr. Nathan, I don't think so. Just because we kissed doesn't mean we are in love. That was just a fleeting moment of lust." "Judith, this isn't lust." I countered, gently cares
Judith’s POV Judith’s POV The fact that I am deeply and irrevocably in love with Nathan can't be disputed anymore. My love for him is undeniable, and ever since he confessed his feelings, I have been pondering whether to give our relationship a chance. His affection extends not only to me but also to my children, as he keeps showering them with gifts. That's precisely the kind of man I desire—a man who will cherish my kids just as much as he cherishes me. It has been three weeks of dating Nathan, and our relationship has gone through some challenges, especially as the rumour about us has already spread like wildfire throughout the hospital, making me the centre of gossip amongst the employees. Few approved the relationship, saying I was lucky to be dating a perfect billionaire, who is every woman’s dream. While many others tagged me a gold digger and a seductress, accusing me of seducing and cornering him for my gain,. But their approval or disdain no longer holds any importanc
I stood frozen, as though I had just encountered a ghost. The man before me was no other person than Felix, the one I once loved and almost married—the same one who abandoned me on the altar three years ago. And now, here he was, standing before me, smiling broadly as if nothing had transpired between us."Mommy, who is there?" Olivia asked as she ran towards me.Still speechless, I involuntarily pulled her close, while Oliver joined us a moment later."Mommy, who is this?" Oliver asked, his eyes staring into mine, expecting a response.“It’s... it's a friend of mine," I struggled to say, stammering. My voice betrayed my uneasiness."How are you, kids?" he said, waving and smiling at them."Fine," they chorused. "What are you doing here?" I demanded steely, as I managed to maintain my composure."Judith, can I at least come in?" He asked softly, still smiling, and I was already getting infuriated. I don't seem to understand what the smile was all about."Come in," I said, and I move