Iris looked at herself in the mirror, as she gets ready for work. She is wearing beige high-waisted regular-fit pants and matched them with a very plain white shirt. Her hair was tied in a loose ponytail. A watch in one hand and a gold bracelet in the other, for the shoes, she went for a transparent platform flat. Which was both casual and professional. Confident with her outfits her gaze stooped at her face, she tried to hide the bags under her eyes but, seems like she failed at it. Her thoughts were about to wander to the reason for her swollen eyes, but she knew better than to do that. Those thoughts will only bring anguish and depression, that she cannot bare. Yesterday when Ethan dropped her home, Iris opened her apartment doors only to find her son sleeping on the couch as his head was on Blair's lap, who was running fingers through his hair. As Blair saw Iris, she asked her to be quiet so she can wake Xan up. Iris remembers how she quite moved toward his
Iris's POV I opened my mouth to answer Xander about his inappropriate behavior, but before I could do so, we both heard the door knob turn. With the same speed he pulled me closer, he drove me away. I composed myself. " Iris, here you are and I thought will be late," saying Ethan took quick steps toward me, and out of habit gave me a tight hug and kiss on my forehead. "You ok?" he whispered asked. I know he wanted to make sure, after seeing me so tired last night. "Yeah, I am. " I said assuring him. Ethan hugged me back, but a throat clear made him pull away from me. "Mr. Russo. " Ethan greeted him in a clipped tone. Something tells me, Ethan is not pleased with his presence. There is no hatred but at the same time, I can see him being a little indifferent toward Xander. The way he so formally greeted him, without a smile and then his tone, was so... I don't know, but it was not the tone you use with your business partner. I mean he didn't even try hiding his
I fucking want to kill someone. Squeezing the pen in my hand, I glared at the man sitting across from me. If looks could kill, then this man would have been six feet under the ground. And for a change this time my anger is not directed toward Ethan. I am angry with a bald man, with one foot on earth and the other in the grave kinda old man, or I say a pervert, boggling shamelessly at Iris. He is shameless enough, to not even try to hide his dirt gaze. From the moment we entered he had his eyes fixed on her, as Iris is going around the table, placing the required papers needed for the meeting, he has his fixed on her ass. And if he soon, doesn't take his eyes off her, I am gonna poke this freaking pen in his eyes. But why Alexander Russo? My subconscious asked the 100th time and I have no fucking answer to that question. Why I feel this way toward Iris, is a mystery to me. All I know is that, for some reason, I feel this harmony with her, this need to protec
Iris's POV I stood at the door. While Xander paced around the office angrily.Before, I came with the thought to calm him down, but now I have no clue, how. Calming Xander was not something that I don know. Of anything for him, my mere presence was enough to calm him down. But there is a difference between this Xander and the Xander I knew. They are the same person, but still different for me. At last, I was enough for Xander to calm down, because I meant the world to him, he may be been chaos for the world, but he felt calm in my arms. I was his sanctuary, where he felt surrounded by serenity. But this Xander is Alexander Russo, to him, I am a challenge or a stranger, I don't know. But what I am sure of is, I am not the person who knows, how to calm him down. My once confident steps are now frozen and hesitant. I am debating if I should stay or leave until he has calmed himself. I was still debating looking between him and the door when I flinched at the so
Alexander's POV It's been fifteen minutes since they took Oris, inside, they stopped me from following, like the hell they could, it's only because Ethan held me back, that's the only reason here I am pacing outside of Iris's room. Looking continuously at her door. What the hell are they taking so much time for? "Can you stop, pacing like this is not gonna, speed things up. You are giving me a headache." Annoyed, Ethan complained. " Then stop looking at me," I answered hoarsely. Since the moment we arrived, he has his eyes fixed on me as if he is decoding something, looking at me, which is going to answer all the question swimming in his eyes. I am not blind, I am just ignoring his questioning looks. Because that's the last thing I care about. I don't know, what is stopping him from bombarding me with questions, he has all the rights, but he is not. That is making me both curious and angry. His indifference, towards another man, being this worried for his gir
" Mommy, I look good? " in his bubbly voice Xan asks as he, runs towards me. Today is a fancy dress competition in Xam's school, where they are supposed to dress like their favorite superheroes. Which was a task for me and Blair. Only we know how many shops we wandered to find their perfect costumes. But all was worth it. Because the happiness that came afterward, to our kid's face was priceless. They were never so excited about school like this as if today they are in a sugar rush. So energetic they are. Looking at my baby, I couldn't stop myself from gushing. My son is looking so cute. He is dressed as Captain America, and I want to just keep touching wood to keep all the evil eyes off my baby. " Aww... You are looking so handsome. Come here." Can't run into my arms, filling my heart with happiness that only he can give me. My baby is my world and he is the best thing that happened to me. Now I understand why mom use today, that motherhood is something, a b
Iris's POV At this point, I don't know who to blame, him for always coming to me like that or me, for always losing control of myself. I know the latter is the only one to be blamed. Xander is not even aware that, how much he affects me or how much he means to me, for him, I am some girl he is attracted to I guess. But to me, he is the air I breathe. I feel him in my being, he is the hope that helps me live every day. He and our son. His son. Xan, never says but he needs a father. I see the longing in his eyes when he sees other kids with their fathers. It's only because Ethan always makes sure, he is there whoever he needs a father figure in his life, making it easier for Xan to let go of longing. But the question is until when. No matter what someone does for you, you will always long for a father. Ethan is great, but he is not his father, and Xan knows it, the reason he longs for his father. But my baby is so cute but smart, that he never asks me abou
I don't know how, I try resisting every time but still end up in this situation. Knowing very well, once I am here then there will be no part of me that will try to back down. Xander's fingers were circling my hips in a very father-like touch, he is only applying enough pressure to let me feel every inch of his touch. This whiff of his woody cologne turned my thoughts hazy, it's like all my capability is fogged by the desire swirling in my eyes. His touch was initiating emotions, I know I can't act upon. Still, I feel no control over myself. My inner battle was still nowhere to be ended when suddenly, Xander pulled his hands away from my hips, and my eyes snapped open, looking at him with confusion, and instead of answering he smirked then with hooded eyes, he leaned closer. " The ball is in your court, Iris, either you can push me, or you will have no right to ever stop me." " This is not right. " " Then tell me what's wrong. " " I am engaged." " Yet you neve
Iris's POV ------------------ 2 years later. Closing my eyes with headphones, playing Ed Shereen as an escape from my thoughts.Though it's not helping much but still a good distraction. Good duration from the aviation I am feeling because of this long flight. And also because I am an hour late. I should have been in New York. Dr. Iris Russo calms down, you will soon be with them. Dr. It feels so good to call me with the word. It's like my whole life and rebelling have all summed up into the small world. I am an official child psychiatrist now. And believe me, I don't think there was any job than this I would have enjoyed, I feel so great talking to those kids who have no idea of the mental problem they are facing. It feels good that they come to me to talk about their problems. And after becoming one I realized, only big ones are not the ones with problems, these small heads carry a lot of stress and burden and love every second of the job especially when they
I am going to end his doctorate career. I think angrily as I am kicked out of my wife's hospital room. They told me I am stressing her out, how can I stress her out, and if anything I am the one keeping her calm. They just don't understand but they will soon. And like I said I heard my wife scream and before I can count up there, the door to her room is again opened, and there stood he with his head now down and jaws ticked. " Sir, Mrs. Russo is not letting us touch her. Please." She grits the last word put and if I want this worried for my wife I would have smirked at her. That's my woman. I praise my angel as I walk past her inside but before I go I turned and my eyes widen, the hallway is filled with my fitness and family. Now I am the one feeling a little embarrassed as the doctor looks at my family and then at me and narrows her eyes at me. Instead of backing down I shrug and enter to see eyes looking at me angrily."How dare you live me alone!!!" she screamed so l
I was someone who always had complaints in my life. You can tell as much as I liked fighting for dreams, I was also someone who would complain if things didn't go my way. It's not my fault though. All my life since I started understanding things, I have been told that I am not enough and that I need to be better, and that I should be perfect. I hated being told so but was so little to argue about it, hence did as people around me told me and today I regret listening to other people. I wish I could go back in time and tell my younger self that she is perfect, she needs not to work so hard, she needs not to be so hard on herself, that the world is a vicious place and the only way you can survive in this world is by being you. You are the strongest perfection that one can ever achieve. Because in this world where people walk around you with so many faces, you will shine when you have your own and one only. But all of that doesn't matter because now I am also one of thos
Let's just the little feast we had downstairs was not enough for my husband. And there are many reasons for it. But I will cut it down to, two most important. 1. He is as hard as steel. 2. It's our wedding night. So let's just say, my husband, picked me up in his signature way, wrapped my legs around his torso, and up to stairs he kept kissing and nibbling on my nipples. And a hormonal would-be mama is not gonna complain. Because let's be honest, I love every bit of it. The attention he is giving to my body is something I didn't know I wanted but now I know I have been craving it. My heart flutters, as my husband delicately places my body on the bed. Standing to his full height, he got rid of all his cloth as fast as he can. Usually, I like the slow torturous strip tease, but today I am so needy that I just want him to fuck me and use me like the slut he called me a while ago. And I don't have to plead because I and my husband are on the same page on this. "
" Are we done?" " No" I reply immediately looking at my new husband with a glare as I chew the pasta in my mouth, that he so deliciously made. Throughout the night, the guests kept us I'm busy, and I was so busy being the perfect wife that I completely missed my dinner. And where I can go for a day without eating, the baby growing inside me needs to eat. It's not like there was no food at the reception. There was plenty of it. And so many cuisines, some of the cuisines were my favorite. I should have drooled over them and should have pounced on the memo et I saw them. But that very moment my hormones decided to kick in, and even the sight of my favorite food was making me feel as if I want to throw up. And hence though I wanted to couldn't eat anything, except the lava cake. Which by the way is not enough to fulfill the apatite of a pregnant moment. The pregnant woman inside me wanted to throw a tantrum right there, the woman wanted to throw her legs and whine for
Alexander's POV I never thought hearing two words would fill me with so much bliss. But I am feeling it. It's as if someone has given me happiness in the whole world. For the first time unlike me, I want to jump and scream to the whole world that I am the happiest man alive in the world. I have the woman, who I loved like I never knew I was capable of loving. Today I have made Iris Brooke mine in all ways. She is my wife. " I do." the beautiful words that left her lips are echoing in my head like beautiful music. And I want to hear them on a loop. The words of the pasture are fading and I am hearing nothing my eyes are fixed only on my beautiful wife, who has the most enchanting biggest smile plastered on her face. But all of a sudden her smile turns into a frown, and she looks from the paster to me, as of waiting for something, I don't understand her sudden reaction and look at everyone, and their eyes fixed on me with the same confusion. " Dude you are freaking ou
Iris's PoV Dad and I were still talking when we heard a knock at the door, we both simultaneously turned towards it to see mom at the door, she is looking beautiful as ever in her lavender dress. As she is also my bridesmaid. Dad and she exchanged an understanding nid and smiled at each other. I missed this smile a lot. It's not the same as they use to give each other every morning but it is something. This tells me, that they did talk and things are working out. "Don't run the horses in your head baby. " mom gives me a knowing. Of course, she always knows what I am thinking. "We are trying," she whispered coming to stand in front of me and besides me. From the moment she entered the room dad has his eyes fixed on her, not for once did he tell his eyes off her. And why won't he, mom is looking beautiful, let me tell you unlike me mom is a health freak, she enjoys her junk food but never forget to exercise, and she loves doing yoga. It's her regular, because of
Dear Angel I was someone who never believed in love let alone love at first sight. And then you came and changed everything. You became everything to me. Your thoughts confirmed everything that I had, my heart mind, and soul. You don't even know when you had me already wrapped around your fingers. You were in my bed, sleeping with a divine smile on your face, I am sure you were dreaming something good, your hair was sprawled on my pillow and you had your hands resting on my stomach. You had me captured, and you didn't even know, and when the Trance cracked, the first words that left my lips were, " Angel" That day when I first met you was a special bit there is another day that surpasses it and it always will. It is the day when you were drunk, sat on my lap, and named me Mr. Handsome. That was the first time you showed me a piece of your self and that day it was set that you are mine only mine. As much as I am you're. Always will be. I will take what I can give
I shook the scene out of my mind. I don't want to walk down the aisle wet. Not until our reception is over. After the first time, I wanted a small wedding, with friends and family only. And there was no debate on it because Xander and I were on the same page and so were put families. Hence there were not many people, only those who mattered. If you start noting down lessons of life, you will realize one of them is, that your circle of friends needs not to be big, it can be small, but all that matters is people who form the circle, should be loyal and real to you. That's all friendship defines and I am glad about everything bad happening, I have made a pact with the best people in my life. Jacob was a surprise, but he is like most protective yet the most understanding brother that I could have wished wish for. From worst to best, he was by my side or behind, always having my back. No matter what situation I am in, one thing I knew was, he is just a call away