Tristian's POV
I watched as she walked up the stairs with so much interest. She looked more beautiful than I remembered her being and my possessiveness sparked. I didn't want any other man to have her or gain her attention before I did.
I never knew she was pregnant and she looked very young like she hadn't carried a child yet.
I remained there for a few minutes before the door opened and mini me walked into the room with a small bag in his hands. "Ooh she isn't here." He said before looking up at me with a raised brow and straight eyes. "I have a question for you tall man."
"Come and sit." I patted next to me and he half ran over, sitting next to me. "And I'm Tristian. You can call me Tristian."
"Momma said I should add the title, uncle or aunt to anyone much older than I am. So, uncle Tristian, how did you meet my mum? She seems to know you so well to look like she had seen a ghost." He said and I couldn't help but chuckle.
I knew Kayla wouldn't want him to know yet that I am his father. But the boy is smart, sooner or later he will figure it out himself. "She is a very old friend of mine. We separated on a very rocky background." I said and he rubbed his chin slightly.
"Why?" He asked.
"I wanted us to be more than friends but she wanted you instead so she left." I said and he looked at me with a skeptical look. "It's the truth."
"Then we will be friends. Any friend of my momma is my friend too." He said with a small smile.
"So, would you like to have dinner with me tonight?" I asked with a raised brow and he jumped out of the sofa.
"Yes, sure. Whatever I tell momma, she will agree to it. I will come over with her so we can all have dinner together." He said, picking the bag he had brought in. "I'll give you our address to come pick us up by 7. If you're late, momma will cook dinner and won't answer you."
He did as he said and walked out. "What should we do about her sir?" My assistant asked as I walked out of the room.
"Arrange the restaurant tonight and my car. I'm taking her out." I replied as I stepped in to the car and the driver drove off.
For the past six years, I've been trying to get to her but she made sure it was impossible for me. She took care of our son for six good years and the least I could do was win her back and spoil her the way I want to.
I stepped into the hotel room already booked for me and I fell back to the bed with a loud sigh. My mind wandered back to the night we had together. Although I didn't want her just for her body, she was just so hot and satisfied me so well.
I couldn't get the sounds of her moan and her calling my name out of my head. "Damn."
Only thinking of it now and seeing how hot and seductive she is now made me aroused. "Fuck.' I groaned as I pulled off my clothes and walked over to the bathroom and pushed the shower on, making it run down my body but the sound of Kayla's moans with the water splashing in the hot tub we had our first round that night became vivid again.
"Fuck… Kayla, what are you doing to me?" I groaned as I started to relieve myself. The sight of her without clothes before me filled my head and I groaned as I kept on stroking myself.
"Goodness, Kayla… I want you so much. I want you to know how much I have missed you. Even if it was just one night… ugh… I still want more of you." I gasped as I started stroking myself even faster, imagining she was the one doing that.
"Fffuuuccckkk…" I groaned as I reached climax and threw my head back with a small smile. "See what you've done to me, Kayla. I'll be sure to punish you the day you come back under me. I will punish you so much."
I took a quick shower and walked to my office space and got to work. Even though I couldn't get her out of my head, I tried to focus on my work a bit till it was almost time to go pick her and Liam up.
"Is there anything I should get sir?" My personal assistant asked.
"A box of chocolate and a bouquet of roses." I said and he nodded gently before leaving the room and I dressed in a plain white shirt and black trousers as I walked out of my hotel room. I got into my car and drove over to their apartment building.
I wondered why she hadn't built her own house yet, being a millionaire, even though these apartments were quite expensive. I walked over to their apartment floor and as I knocked on the door, it was immediately pulled open.
"Oh good you're here." Liam rushed over to me and hid behind my leg. "She is going to beat me for accepting your date with her. You cannot blame me."
I looked down at him in shock but of course I didn't show it. "I thought you and I were going for dinner as…"
"I know what you're trying to do, Tristian, and it is not going to work. My son and I are going nowhere with you." She said with a frown and I scanned her from head to toe. She was dressed in a casual gown which was kissing all her curves seductively.
"I asked Liam if we could have dinner together and he chose to invite you. We aren't going on a date." I replied and Liam groaned.
"Of course we are." He said.
"What do you think is a date?" I asked him.
"It is going out at night with your male friend. They sometimes kiss, they don't sometimes." He said and I could see Kayla gritting her teeth.
"Here, I brought chocolate for you." I said, handing him a box of chocolate. "And flowers for you." I handed her the bouquet of flowers and she still looked pissed but collected it.
"Come in. I'll go get dressed."
Kayla's POVAs I dressed, my heart hammered against my ribcage. I inwardly feared if Liam had realized Tristian is his father. I knew he had noticed how I stayed away from him all these years and he asked me about it a few times. I knew I couldn't run from Tristian now that Liam has taken an interest in him. I looked into the mirror as I let out a sigh before stepping out of the room. The duo didn't notice my presence at first and Liam was sitting on Tristian's laps whispering something into his ears. I picked the bouquet of flowers Tristian had given to me before clearing my throat. "If you two want to stay back, I'll gladly have dinner out myself." I said and they both looked at me. Tristian's eyes raked my body from head to toe and I could tell he was impressed by how much I've grown more. It's not like I cared but it still made me feel all woozy inside. "You look beautiful." He said and I lifted Liam in my arms, not replying to him. We all sat in the car and he drove us to one
Tristian's POVI woke up the following morning with the sound of water in the distance. I sat up in bed and realized I wasn't in my bed and I was undressed under the sheets. My mind wandered back to what transpired between Kayla and I yesterday night and I smiled to myself, knowing I have her all for myself now. I was still smiling when she stepped out of the bathroom with a towel wrapped around her chest. "Good morning, Tristian." She said gently and I stepped out of bed with the sheets around me, before kissing her cheeks. "Morning, Star." I replied and she blushed gently. "I have to prepare Liam for school. He will be awake any minute and he shouldn't see you in here or he will tease me till the end of this year." She said and I chuckled before nodding. I stepped into the bathroom and took a quick bath, with her still running through my mind. I now know my body refused to forget her feel and no other woman makes me aroused as much as she does. I won't stop till I make her comp
Ciara's POV I waited for Tristan's mum to call me into the room, my heart thumping in my chest. My head seemed to be filled with vivid images of him, with images of the time we had spent together, images of the good times we had shared.I wanted those good times back. Fuck, I wanted to have him back. I wanted him because he was mine and nobody else. This wasn't an obsession. This was me taking back what was rightfully mine and had always been mine. We belonged together, and for the few months that we have been apart, the hole in my heart grew larger everyday.That was why I jumped first time at the opportunity his mum had offered, asking me if I still loved Tristan enough to marry him. It wasn't even supposed to be a question. I loved Tristan enough to do more than just marry him—I was willing to do anything to show him that I wasn't the same Ciara of a few years ago. I wasn't that same Ciara. I was ready to love him wholeheartedly, I was ready to dedicate my existence to him.I tuck
KAYLA'S POVI wasn't going to be at the office today, and I told Anna just that. Smiling, she had reassured me of how she could take care of our ever increasing clients on her own, and I had ended the call, happy that Nova interiors seemed to be moving forward and not the other way round. It was going to be a while before we displaced White Rock interior from being the best in the game, but we were getting there. Slowly, but surely.Armed with my laptop, I searched for beautiful pieces which I could use to decorate Tristian's penthouse. There was something about work I couldn't explain: the idea of throwing myself into what I loved, the idea of doing it with passion, with effort, it was something I enjoyed, it gave me life, it had always been work. Work had always remained when men had never stayed. While I was a disaster when it came to relationships, I was excellent when it came to work.This was why I did what I loved with passion. I was always ready to learn–ready to do whatever p
CIARA'S POVI waited in the Toyota Corolla I had rented, sipping coffee from the flask in my hand. This was what Tristian Ravenford had reduced me to. A stalker. I was next to his house, disguised in a brunette wig and brown contacts in my eyes, praying he wouldn't recognize me. I had taken Mrs Ravenford’s words to heart. If I really wanted my man, there was no need to sit and watch. It was up to me to fight for him, it was up to me to continue trying until I could try no more. And for Tristian Ravenford’s hand in marriage, I was willing to do more than just stalk.I was eating the cookies I had bought along with the coffee when the gates opened to reveal his car. Twisting the rearview mirror and checking it to make sure my disguise was in perfect order, I slid my hand out of the window, wanting to appear casual. He was dressed in a flannel shirt and was sitting upright in the passenger seat next to his driver, his blonde hair a messy crop on top of his head. I liked when he carried
TRISTIAN'S POVI was happy that I had persuaded Kayla into inviting me over to her house for dinner. If there was anything I wanted, it was that feeling of being close to her, that feeling of being around her. It made me feel at home, it reminded me of family, and most of all, it made me comfortable.“Tall man. Will you sleep in the same bed with my momma tonight?”I drop my phone, my face clouding with embarrassment. His smartness was becoming a real pain in the ass, and I wondered how Kayla coped with him. “I cannot say, Liam. Hopefully, let's see what the night brings.”“Are you saying it depends on my momma?”The boy is definitely too intelligent. I prayed silently that Kayla hasn't overheard us because I knew what was coming if she heard the one sleep and my momma in one sentence coming from her five years old son.“Yes, Liam. It depends on your mother. See, women are complicated creatures. Concerning them, you learn to thread with caution. If not, you'll regret in the end.”I w
KAYLA'S POVTwo years agoI hailed a taxi, my heart hammering in my chest. I was excited. This was the day I had been waiting for, the day that had kept me awake all other nights in anticipation, the day that I had planned about for the past month. It was the day that Marcus Turner and I had began dating—it was our anniversary.Marcus and I had come a long way. The first time he had approached me, I was in a restaurant with my friends, Bella and Trisha, and we had been eating chicken and chips. It was one of those days when we were bombarded with school work that we had to go to school hungry, then run into the restaurant opposite the school to have a bite before we resumed again.That day, I was very tired and in my worst state of mind. My hair was in a mess even though I had tied it in a bun that morning, and I was sure my makeup was already done for. Bella and Trisha looked the same, haggard and tired. What choice did we have? We were fighting for our degrees, we had no other choic
TRISTAN'S POVI packed up the remnants of my belongings, ignoring my mother at the door. She still had that look of disbelief on her face, and I'm pretending I've not seen it. I packed all my clothes into a duffel bag while she stared, surprised and shocked that I am serious with the proposal I made to her and my father some days ago. “You've got to be kidding me, Tristian. How are you gonna survive? Who do you know out there?”“I'll survive mum. I want independence, I don't want to be the heir to the throne you and Dad have created. I want to be my own man.”I continued packing, having just one place in mind where I could spend the night—Ciara’s house. Ever since I had met Ciara, my life had changed. I knew what love meant, she made me understand that I was an adult and not a teenager anymore, she made me understand that I was not that teenager that waited on his parents for dough anymore.That was why I had told my parents a few days ago that I wanted to live on my own and wanted t
KAYLA'S POV The courtroom was filled to the brim. The tension was crackling, and one could hear a pin drop.Both lawyers had presented their arguments, and it was up to the jury to make their decision before it would be passed down to the judge.I stare at Tristian Ravenford, who stared at me in return. He was in a beautiful suit, and he looked handsome. His wound was healing fast, and his life was returning back to normal. All of our lives were returning back to normal.Liam was in school once again, and his story was being turned into a documentary. A writer was also writing it to turn it into a book, it was a beautiful story, a story of survival and determination to survive, to live. I was back at work, but I had a different plan for myself and my son after this case. During the past year while the case had been dragging on, I had used the proceeds of Nova interiors to set up another branch in California. That was my plan. I was going to move away with Liam, and I was going to st
KAYLA'S POVI fell in shock as I watched the life seep out of the man I had come to love. He was bleeding profusely, and from the distant look in his eyes, I could see that he was gradually fading.The gun had fallen from Ciara's hand and she was also bent in worry, her hair soaking up Tristian's blood as she bent to check if he was breathing. I was dumbfounded. I was lost. I was crippled with fear. I didn't know what to do at that moment, I could only pray that Tristian Ravenford didn't die. I couldn't imagine living without him, I couldn't imagine losing him. I was crying now, but I wasn't myself. It seemed I was looking at everything happening from a distance. That was what fear seemed to do to me. Fear was one of my enemies, and anytime it hit me at its fullest, I would suddenly go numb. I was paralyzed by fear. By the fear of death. But at that moment, the paralysis disappeared because a dozen sirens began to sound, and even the huge siren of the ambulance made me wipe my tea
KAYLA'S POVI left the station after Tristian. I wanted to know where he was going. When he kissed me on the forehead, there was something in his eyes, a determined look that told me all I needed to know. He was going somewhere, somewhere dangerous, and he didn't want me to know. For all I knew, the kiss on my forehead was one of farewell. And if I was going to lose my son, I didn't want to lose him too no matter how much I hated the chaos he had brought into my life. That was why I left the station in a taxi, telling the taxi to follow his car. I was afraid for him. I was afraid that he wasn't going to come back to me, afraid of the steely determined expression I had found on his face, of the look in his eyes. I didn't want to lose Tristian Ravenford because I still loved him. And I would do anything to keep that love alive and burning. His car stopped next to a house that had overgrown grass and peeling paint. I stopped the taxi, paying the bald headed driver off and tipping hi
TRISTIAN'S POVI drove out of the police station, my feet on the accelerator. I knew exactly where Ciara's old house was located, and even though I wasn't particularly sure, I felt that she was inside there. My instincts told me so. There was no other place Ciara Hemsworth went to hide when things were tough, and I believed that she was still in that house, probably waiting for the chaos she had created to die down. But why?Why did it have to be Liam? What had I done to Ciara to deserve the hate and the dislike? What had I done, that had deserved Kayla's son being kidnapped, that had almost brought a rift in our relationship and destroyed it?As far as I knew, I had never left Ciara just because I wanted to leave her. I had left her because my life was endangered, because I knew and felt that if she was capable of ganging up with my old friends and stealing my money, then there was nothing she couldn't do to satisfy her greed for money. But why?Why had she gone ahead to try and d
CIARA'S POV I stood next to my car, crouching. I was quite a distance from the apartment I shared with Adrian, but I could see everything that was happening. I had initially wanted to go out, but I had just discovered that I had forgotten the stash of cash I wanted to use in purchasing gas for my car.About four or more police squad cars had filled the yard, and I could see a few policemen come out. A megaphone rented the air, announcing that anyone in the house should come forth. When I saw Adrian come out of the house his hands raised in surrender, my heart skipped a beat. The policemen were all over him in seconds, his body against the squad car. A few officers went inside the house, and I imagined them combing the house, looking for Liam. I nodded grimly. Jokes on them. That was my reason for taking him to the orphanage. It was just as if I had known. It was happening before my eyes. The officers came forth from the house empty-handed. A few questions were thrown to Adrian wh
ADRIAN'S POV I stared at Camila, surprised, hurt and angry. How dare she choose Tristian Ravenford over me? I had been in the meeting for days, the spoils were mine to take.How come she had made the whole shareholders still vote for Tristian over me? I was annoyed. Standing, I addressed them, my hands trembling in anger.Without mincing words, I left the agency, anger coursing through my veins. How was it possible? How had he made it happen?I knew that Camila was once his lover, but how she had successfully maneuvered the decision of the shareholders to favor Tristian Ravenford was beyond me. I saw everything I had planned by trying to get power come crashing down. I wasn't going to get a good lawyer, and I wasn't going to get custody of my daughter.Dejected, I entered the house I now shared with Ciara, surprised to see her eating and not finding Liam anywhere.“Ciara? Where's Liam?”She stared at me, grinning widely.“Didn't you get my text? Him being around wasn't safe. I've ta
KAYLA'S POVComing back home, I noticed Tristan's Porsche in my garage once again. For the record, I knew what he was going through at the moment. I had heard that he hadn't even been going to work anymore.He was going through the same feelings I was going through because of Liam. It was clear as day. Maybe I was treating him quite wrongly, maybe I was treating him unfairly. He had already gone to three private investigators, and most of them had been paid without any results. It was all the same thing.He was sitting on the stairs and stood up when he saw me, his eyes glinting in happiness. His hair was a mess, his shirt was stained and even his beards were unshaven. At that moment, all I wanted to do was hold him. We had been through a lot together, and I knew it was best if I let him come into my house at least for the time being. He sat on the sofa, watching television while I took a shower. When I entered the sitting room, I could see his eyes light up as soon as he saw me in
ADRIAN'S POVI stared at my wife, Natalie. She was stating her terms clearly, and although she had said it before, I couldn't believe it. I was finding it difficult to believe that she meant what she was saying, that she was indeed doing what I thought she was doing.For the past two weeks, I had been so occupied with my role in the Liam abduction that I had absolutely no time for anything else. That meant missing a few of Natalie's calls and texts, and getting back to the house I used to call mine after that period, I was shocked to see everything packed up. Natalie was staring at me, awaiting my reply.She had stated her terms fairly. She wanted a divorce. And she wanted to take custody of our daughter.“Come on, Natalie, come off it.”“There's no coming off anything, Adrian Ravenford. You left the house for two weeks, never returned my calls or texts. Never checked up on your daughter. Never even bothered to ask us how we were faring. And now you hope to see your house in the orde
CIARA'S POVI didn't like the way things were going. It was now a week and Tristian Ravenford wasn't still mine. It drove me crazy, the fact that I might be doing all this in vain, that at the end of the day, he might not even belong to me. He was probably still with Kayla right now, and even thinking about it made me hurt with anger. Adrian on the other hand had started to infiltrate Tristian's agency. Due to the fact that he wasn't coming to work, it was stated in the company rules that within two working weeks, if the head of the shareholders didn't show up, then it was natural for a member of his family to take up the post after a vote. Adrian was going to his agency everyday without Tristian's knowledge, and I knew that it was only a matter of time before he got his heart's desire, before he achieved what he was seeking. And what about me? When was I going to achieve mine?It hurt me and as I stared at Liam, I suddenly realized that the hatred I felt towards him and his mother