I think that everyone reaches a moment in their lives when they ask themselves 'is this right?' This moral question is reserved for those with a conscience. The majority of the people that walk the streets of this town don't have this faculty called a conscience. They either bend to higher power without question or they assume things never happened. They are never self driven to truly look at a situation independent from influence. I fear that at this moment, I am part of the majority that don't have a conscience or possibly I'm lacking in ability to step away from this situation and see it clearly.
I want this to mean what I want it to mean.
I want a story so badly I can twist it into anything so that it is something to keep me at the Tribune.
What I saw a few nights ago can have a decent explanation. But I don't want it to. I want it to mean something else. Something that can help me keep my job.
Clara's POV"Is this is what an eventful night looks like to Mr Lincoln Bancroft?" I asked him after we found a quiet place away from the hyped club. He drank beer from his bottle with a strange expression on his face."Why does this sound like an interview that will be in tomorrow's paper?" He chuckled."It's not. I'm just curious.""I'm curious too." His gaze darkened.I don't think we are talking about the same thing. A light blush covered my face. I looked away for a second or two. I want to ask what he's curious about but I may end up naked in his arms as he demonstrates a response."A small town can feel cramped. The city is always better." He looked at the far distance. "It's always eventful not to be in Sunrise Cove."The roof of this building offers a great view of the city. It reminds me of that morning on
Clara's POVI studied Beck Hall as he read my article. I know the famous expression where he thinks an article presented to him is something. I spent all night on this and I never pull an all nighter! I gave it my all according to the limited information I had. He looked between me and the sheets of paper in his hand. He let out a deep uncertain sigh. The momentary confidence I felt suddenly faded."It's something, right?"He took off his glasses and looked at me. "I see what you're trying to do." I sense a dismissal coming on. "You're trying to keep your job. But I can't decide that. The new owners-""The story can be something. Kimberly gets to keep her job and she peddles gossip for a living. Mr Beck, the Bancrofts have dirty secrets. Everyone knows that and if you just give me a chance or at least let the new owners know I have potential, I can expose them.""Clara, there are things
Linc's POVIt's unfortunate that I'm quoting him but my grandfather is find of saying that if a man gives a woman what she wants, he can have whatever he wants.I don't completely agree with this. Only to some extent. I gave Andrea everything she wanted and I ended up cheated on, in a jail cell and now I have the yoke of blackmail around my neck. I agree with him if it's in a carnal sense. Andrea did put out better when she got her way. I do not regret how much I took when she put out. It's a horrible way to look at how a relationship works but unfortunately, for those of us who can't love or a woman's heart, we can have their bodies after throwing a lot of money at them. If this works for my grandfather, then it only speaks about his intentions where a woman is concerned and it explains why he's unmarried after so many years.In my case, I already tried the good guy thing where I gave my heart and it didn't work out. I'm not do
Linc's POVMy thoughts are wrapped around Paris. They are fixated on the hour just before midnight when she came out of the bathroom in the little black nightgown. I can't get what followed out of my mind. I keep hearing her delicate whimpers of pleasure in my ear. The feel of her petal soft skin in my hands still feels real. I'm craving her already and not even a week has gone by. I was romantic. I was gentle. I want to be something else the next time we see each other. Something wild and ravenous. Rough and demanding.I turned my attention to the young woman I have been waiting for."Laurie. A word please.""Leave me alone Linc!""Hey!" I took her elbow in my hand. She has lost weight. She looks high. "I am not going to indulge you in a war of words. I'll get straight to the point. Are you using?"She scoffed. "Don't meddle in my affairs."
Linc's POV I have been told that I'm exceptionally good at playing mind games and stringing people's emotions well enough to get the response I want. From how Clara reacted when I dropped by her house with a bouquet of flowers, I am good at it. Being casual is not going to get me close to Clara. She's obviously not close to that other guy she wanted to see in the city. I still wonder who he is. Is she still seeing him? I'm throwing in a little romance to endear her to me. Paris worked. She's smart enough to notice the little things that made it special and she liked those things as much as she's confused about what is going on. I offered to take away those things and she didn't want it to stop. I won. But it won't always be romantic between us. I'll show her casual the next time we see each other. I want to see how she reacts to that side of me. I have to constantly remind myself why I'm doing t
Clara's POVMr Beck Hall is reading the new article I put together about Mrs Bancroft and the unknown cause of her death. I have not included all my doubts including Laurie's remarks like how Linc was in an accident as a child. How he feared water for several years in his life. The Linc I was in dived into a lake and stayed under for some time. But I can't ignore car accident and water phobia. I want to ask Linc but that man will not talk. He's hard to read and impossible to predict."I think it's something." He smiled at me.I'm not as enthusiastic.I'm still thinking about the club and the pill he slipped in my mouth. I could have spat it out. I didn't. I accepted it. My memory is still foggy about that night. I'm especially troubled by who he could have been talking to. Did he give me the pill to purposely make sure I don't remember that conversation? I want answers but he has been quiet. No texts, no cal
Linc's POVToday I'm not myself.Today, I'm sinking fast like an anchor has been tied to my feet. It's not the gloomy weather, it's two things.I was going to leave when I heard Quentin laughing. He rarely visits and if he's here, something is up. Without entering the office, I listened from outside."I think you should have told me about the reporter. This situation would have been fixed by now."My family talks about fixing things like it's a lose screw being fitted back."I am expecting Lincoln to step up.""And do what exactly? Keep the reporter quiet?""The reporter likes him. I don't know his plans but I believe he's handling it. I want to believe that but you know your brother doesn't have the stomach to do certain things.""Like I said, I should be on top of this. G
Clara's POVThere's nothing more beautiful to wake up to on a snowing Friday morning than a handsome billionaire still knocked out cold on the shaggy carpet. He looks peaceful. He doesn't snore as much. I snore and it's loud. My mother complains but she's not any better.I find it easier to sleep on winter nights because I like how comforting it feels to watch the snow fall. It was not so after I brought Linc back. Maybe it's the proximity to me. I have been thinking about him all night, especially what we shared in Paris, our first time together. Maybe I made a rushed decision to break up with him over that pill. We both took it after all. It just affected me more. What am I really upset about? The pill or that I don't know who he was talking to that night?I pulled the blanket away and got under to snuggle close to his warmth. I rested my head on his chest and covered both of us. Now this is cozy. It feels comfortable. It stra
On a cold winter morning, in the ballroom of the Bancroft Manor, Lincoln and I exchanged our vows in the presence of our families. We kept it small but meaningful.That was the idea, small and meaningful.But still, the town threw a party on our behalf and the Bancrofts gladly supplied food and drink and most importantly, cake. It was a big celebration.We chose not to honeymoon because of how close I was to my delivery date. Having the mansion all to ourselves when his family left to visit Vermont was a honeymoon on it's own.It was completely relaxed and I was well rested as well as loved and pampered like the queen he has made me out to be.Come early February, the cries of our son filled the usually silent Bancroft Manor. It was just after 8am when Victor James Bancroft was born. I was a mess of emotions when the doctor placed him in my arms surrounded by an e
Linc's POVToday is the day I plan to propose to Clara.When I woke up early this morning, I couldn't leave her side. I watched her sleep for quote some time before I got out of bed. When I was looking at her, I couldn't help but think of what we mean to each other. This will be my third attempt to ask a woman to spend the rest of her life with me. The first time I was rejected and moments later I was beating a man to death because I found him in my house with a woman I expected to be faithful to me. The second time, it was Clara. It wasn't a formal proposal but she still turned me down when I showed her the ring. The plan was to go back to Virginia and of I found her waiting for me I would have proposed. I went back to an Emory house instead. This is the third time and I seriously hope that I have been reading her right. It's the same diamond ring she rejected before. I left it with her but I be recently got it back.The
Clara's POVI have been silently looking at some baby clothes.It has never really crossed my mind to start buying some but now that I'm a mere fifteen weeks or so away, i might as well see a few. Maybe I'll ven buy something, the very first outfit.I'm spoilt for choice and probably confused. I'm not sure what to get. At time like this, I wish mom could be here. She would know what to pick. I went online looking through baby clothes and hoping to find some sort of manual on how to buy clothes.Linc and I just came from the doctor. We had a check up today and as usual he was very excited and had a million questions. He's more curious than the woman having the baby. He ran into an sold friend and I left them catching up as I grab something to eat. I have wandered into the clothing section. The idea was to find a bigger bra but now I'm looking at onesies, bibs and little hats.
Linc's POVIt's been really quiet between Mrs Nolan and I. We haven't said much since she asked me to stay for tea. I wonder what she's thinking. Her expression is bitter. She's upset. I told Clara I'll take the hits for her. I'll be the villain and make all the difficult decisions she doesn't want to make. I won't allow her relationship with her mother to suffer. I'll be the bad guy if necessary."You're right." She broke the silence. "There was a time I wanted it work between you and Clara. I was excited about it especially because she was dating that weird guy in the city. That DJ who had nothing to offer her. When you came into the picture, I felt it and I knew it would work. I was right. It has worked. But not the way I thought it would. Lincoln, my issues with you stem from the moment you abducted Clara. When you texted back and forth with me pretending to be her... I hate that I couldn't tell the difference. I just thought she had gotten more atten
Clara's POVWaking up in Linc's arms is something I haven't done in a long time. I can't help but smile to myself. It's a cold rainy morning. The sound of the rain drops pelting against the bay window with dark wood frames is even more comforting than the warmth in this comfortable bed.The gloomy weather is the perfect backdrop for this cozy morning. I snuggled closer to him enjoying the warmth his naked body has to offer.Last night was incredible. Being reminded of his love is just want I needed. It was expected when he insisted we will share a room. We talked for a while before we got comfortable and comfortable turned into love making. I can definitely do it all over again."Lincoln." He grumbled. "Are you awake?""Now I am." He whispered. He pulled me back against his body. We are skin to skin. "What's on your mind pretty?""I was wondering if you'r
Linc's POV"I lost to her mother." I caught my grandfather's attention with those simple words. He lowered his newspaper. "Clara isn't here because I lost to her mother.""Oh boy. The mother." He folded the newspaper closed. "Why don't you have a seat Lincoln. You are setting a dangerous precedent.""What do you mean?""A woman belongs to her mother when she's single and especially not pregnant. Clara is neither of those things. Her mother has no business holding on to her and if you allow her to take the driver's seat now, I promise you, you will be inched out if the picture until you become a distant thought. It will start with her not informing you of doctor's appointments. She will claim it slipped her mind. She will progress to not including you in the health decisions about Clara and the baby. Then she will purposely forget to let you know when the baby is due. Befo
Clara's POVMy mother has always fussed about grandchildren. She also fussed about me getting married. But if these two ambitions were to be ranked, I would put the grandchild above the husband and son would she. Based on how she's behaving now, she has decided that Linc is irrelevant to the picture. It's going to be the two of us and the baby, no father.She believes herself capable of raising children without a man. I know she can be strongly independent and heavily opinionated about things when she's especially motivated. Her current motivation is Linc not being good for me. He has a list of offenses that boost his standing with my mother. Thanks to Mikey, mom knows how things between Linc and I transpired. I had no plans of telling her because deep down, I was avoiding the part of the script where she turns against my baby's father.But the script is going her way. I gave in to her arguement. I love Virginia and I love
Linc's POVI have given Clara's mother the chance to go in first and see her daughter.I can concede to her not liking me but she can't separate me from my child. As long as the baby is part of Clara, I want them with me. After the baby is born we will all agree to a way to share but for now It's best if Clara and the baby are with me.I never thought I'll be a father.I didn't want to be a father.From early on I told my father that I will not contribute to the Bancroft bloodline. I was hell bent on it never happening. Now that she is expecting it changes things. It has changed my outlook. I'm beginning to warm up to the idea of fatherhood.I have wandered into the unit of the hospital where they keep babies. I'm standing outside the glass looking at the newborns. I can't help but smile."Which one is yours?" A woman asked me.
Clara's POVG.G is acting strange. The confidence she was strutting around with slowly fading. In its place are constant glares, strange silence and a lot of pacing. Something tells me that Linc has no plans to confess anything.I'm feeling ambivalent about his decision to not comply with G.G. It's a good thing because I believe Linc has been through enough. Being born into a crazy family is hard enough. Losing your mother at a young age and being a witness to it isn't easier. Being threatened to silence by the very people who should be protecting you is just horrible. Then came the girlfriend he gave the world to and she cheated on him. And then the one who befriended him with intent and then left him hurt after he took another risk to love another. He's been through enough. But what about me and the baby? If he won't comply, aren't we in trouble? G.G is crazy! If she does something, we could die or I could lose the b