Several hours after Tasha arrived at Sandville, she was in her mother's kitchen cleaning up. The aroma of spices still lingering in the air. She, her parents and Tyson just finished dinner. The clatter of forks against plates echoed through the kitchen, a symphony of post-dinner cleanup as she continued to stack the used plates into the dishwasher. The last of the plates was her late grandmother's chipped plate. She held it in her hands for a long time with a nostalgic smile as fond memories about Ma Gloria Harrison rushed back at her. She put the plate in the dishwasher and closed the door of the machine with a soft click. Tasha paused, her gaze lingering on a carrot stick lying on the oak worktop in the middle of the kitchen. She hummed the lyrics of a popular song to herself as she removed the carrot stick and dropped it in the garbage bag under the sink. Then she wiped down the countertops and worktop with vinegar. “Yeah…yeah, yeah,” she mumbled to herself. “That is okay f
"Ladies and gentlemen,” Blake, started his address to the board members Friday midday in the Carter Industries boardroom. “I am so glad to inform you that our new project, Dreamkey Realty, has finally birthed its first baby, blue diamond luxury homes, and is in its final stage of completion as I speak to you.”The board members clapped their hands.“Thank you,” Blake looked into their faces with pride, while they looked at him with admiration. His hard work over the last few months had finally paid off. A few of them had been skeptical about the feasibility of building an estate of such architectural magnitude and luxurious masterpieces, which Blake had envisioned within eight months. “I can tell you without a doubt that Dreamkey is here to stay and it will revolutionize the reality market in this country.”They gave him another round of applause, with his father taking the lead. “I am going to show you some slides today,” he clicked to the first slide on the projector and the gener
Trevor woke up on Saturday morning with his wife tangled up around him, which was not unusual; her arm on his chest with her legs intertwined with his own. He looked at the digital clock on his Laura's nightstand and it read thirteen minutes before six. He smiled to himself as he tried to move gently, hoping not to wake her up. But before he could get out of the bed, she opened her eyes, she smiled at him, and mumbled, "it's Saturday, where are you going?" “I want to make breakfast,” he said, but she had already turned her face to the other side and slept off. Trevor went to the toilet to do his morning usuals and left for the kitchen before he proceeded downstairs to the kitchen. Knowing Laura craved anything spicy for now, he decided to make spicy bread toast for breakfast. He decided to check his email first. He was expecting a letter from one of his colleagues. Trevor saw the message from Teddy and quickly read it over. He was about to close up his laptop when his mind traile
“Please sit down, Professor Harrison,” the doctor said to Tasha, pointing to the chair across from his desk. “Thank you,” she said and sat down, fear kicking at her heart. “I am doctor Fabian,” the middle-aged doctor said with a professional smile.“Please, what is wrong with my son?” She asked in a panic-stricken voice, “What is wrong with Tyson?”It was three weeks after she returned from Los Angeles. She was lecturing her students when a call came through that she needed to come over to the state that Tyson collapsed in class. “Not yet, Prof.,” the doctor’s face softened. "We're not sure yet, but we'll do everything we can to find out."Tasha looked around the sterile white room. Dr. Fabian's calm voice was a stark contrast to the turmoil going on in her mind. “How long is that going to take?” She clasped her hands on her legs. “Doctor, please?”“Let’s say two days,” he closed up Tyson's case file in front of him. “He's going to wait for two days?” She pushed forward in her se
Blake looked around the faces of the board members who sat around the large, polished mahogany table and groaned inwardly. A knife could cut through the tension in the air. He had gone to to the meeting a mixture of curiosity and skepticism. Knowing how traditional most of the board members could be. His father wanted them to ratify Blake as the new president and chairman today, but Blake knew it wouldn't be that easy. A heated debate was going on as five out of the other seven board members expressed doubts about Blake's readiness to assume the position because of his single marital status.Blake folded his hands on the desk and watched as the old men argued back and forth. Gerald, his father, had little to say too. “Tell me,” Natalie, one of the two female members of the board, said. “Why it is compulsory that he had to be married to function as the President and chairman? We all know the young man just lost his wife.” “Listen,” Rufus, the ringleader of those against Blake, said.
The following morning, Saturday, Tasha stretched in her comfortable bed as her eyes fluttered open. She relished the lack of her alarm clock today as she reached out for her cellphone to check for the time. It was fourteen minutes after nine. She stayed in bed for a few moments, just enjoying the quiet calm of her bedroom before she stood up and stood at the window to open the curtains. The sun's golden eye peeled into the room, painting stripes across the walls. She stood there enjoying the warmth of the sun on her face until the door flew open and Tyson burst in. “Good morning, mommy,” he walked up to her. “Good morning, sleepyhead," Tasha whispered, ruffling his hair gently. Tyson yawned and rubbed his eyes, his face breaking into a wide grin for his mother. “Did you sleep well?”“Yes, I did,” he plopped down on the bed. “What about you?”“I slept well.” She moved away from the window. “Let’s make breakfast. What do you want to have?”“Hmmm,” he slid out of the bed. “Oatmeal pa
Tasha sat across from Dr. Fabian again five months later. Tyson had been complaining of a headache for days but two days ago, he became so weak and was gasping for breath when they were both getting ready to go out for the day. Tasha had quickly called 911, and the ambulance arrived in no time to take them to the hospital. Thankfully, Dr. Fabian was on duty. He quickly arranged for a blood transfusion for Tyson and he was feeling better in no time. “Prof., Tyson's condition is getting serious,” Dr. Fabian's voice was grave as he met Tasha's eyes. “We need to go a step further than just blood transfusion. “The only cure is a bone marrow transplant." The doctor's words were like a harmer against Tasha's heart. “A transplant?” She took a deep breath. “Please, can you explain further?”“We need to find someone whose bone marrow cell is matching with Tyson's for the transplant.’’ Dr. Fabian explained, his gaze full of empathy. “Can I take a test to see if I am a match?” Tasha asked. “
Tasha stood up from behind her desk in her study. She had wanted to grade some papers, but she just couldn't get to it. It had already been six weeks since she had tested negative for Tyson's bone marrow match. Her parents and siblings had done the test, too. They all came back negative and there was no hope in sight with the donation registry. “God, what is going on?” She dropped her pen and slumped against the back of her seat. “This is so frustrating…I don't want to lose my only child!” She muttered to herself. Tears rolled down her cheeks as a deep sense of exasperation and vulnerability engulfed her. She was just about to lose it. “What am I going to do?” “You know…” her conscience pricked her. “That seems to be the only way out.”She checked the time on the wall clock. It was six in the evening already. She decided to go make dinner and not order in as she had been doing all week. She needed to calm her nerves. The clatter of pots and pans always served therapeutic for her w
“I'm never letting you go again, never again, baby.” Blake's eyes were dark with his deep love for her. He rolled away to the other side, bringing half of her body to his chest. “That was so beautiful,” he said, running his hands over her ass cheeks.Tasha nuzzled her head into his chest, feeling so free and happy. “You are not going to Sandville anymore, I hope you know,” he said with a sly smirk, his hand resting on her ass cheek. “I want to have you all alone to myself before the boys come back.”“No, I'm not going anymore,” she said languidly. “I will stay with daddy so he can give me more of his cock. I have missed it so much.” She purred.“I plan to do naughty things to your body, baby girl. Naughty dirty things I haven't done to anyone in nine years.”“Uh…,” she smiled, licking her lips. “Tell me about what you plan to do.”“I'm not telling you, Candy,” he whispered into her ear. “Just know that I plan to make you scream and moan all the way, baby.” The scorching heat from h
She grabbed his jaw, staring deeply into his eyes, and asked, “is my daddy back for me? Do you want us to really do this?”“Yes, Candy yes…,” he breathed, staring into her eyes with a look of love. The fierce love that he had always had for her. “Daddy is back, and I promise I am not going away this time.” He leaned down and kissed her tenderly.She cupped the back of his head with her hands and deepened the kiss. They kissed fervently with undeniable desire as the fire of longing ravaged their bodies. Tasha's head spun: finally the man that knew her body inside out was back. “I love you so much Tasha Harrison,” he growled and stood up to quickly discard his joggers’ pants. Adding it to the heap of clothes on the floor. His body hammered with excitement as he returned to her on the mat. His eyes looked all serious, with more shades of lust. “You are so wet, Candy,” he opened her pussy lips with two fingers. “I can't bear not being inside you any longer.” He wanted her so badly tha
Tasha went to the bathroom to brush her teeth the following morning at six. Despite sleeping late, she felt fresh and filled with vitality. She had a quick wash and dressed up for the gym. She was surprised, though, when she got into the gym and met Blake there. He only uses the gym at night. “Good morning,” she greeted. “You are working out in the morning today?”“Yeah,” he panted and dropped the dumbbells he was holding. “I haven't been here in three days. I figured I should wake up early to make up for the days I lost before I leave for the office.” He explained and walked over to the thread mill. “It seems you've been here for long with the way you are sweating.”“I have been here since four,” he grinned. He just couldn't sleep, so he decided to make good use of the time. “Wow,” she whistled and stretched on the mat to start her push-ups. After several failed attempts to concentrate, Tasha stopped trying to do any more push-ups and took a long deep breath, knowing there was n
Blake walked from his study into the kitchen on Monday night. The house was silent. The boys had already left for their grandparents’.Tasha was watering the herbs on the windowsill. “Hey,” he whispered and moved to the refrigerator, and brought out two bottles of ginger beer. “Sit with me.” He sat on the high dining chair at the breakfast nook and patted the chair next to him. He opened a bottle with his teeth and held it out to her. “Thank you.” She collected the bottle and sat down on the chair at the far end of the table instead, leaving two chairs between them.“Cheers,” he tilted his bottle towards her before taking a long swing of the drink.“I'm going to miss the kids so much,” she said and darted a quick look into his eyes. “One week,” she groaned. “I think it's too much.”“Don't worry,” he burst into laughter, “the kids will enjoy themselves. We adults too should try and enjoy ourselves here.” He tilted his bottle towards her and she just smiled briefly. She looked more
She went upstairs to her bedroom after cleaning the kitchen and stripped out of her clothes. Tasha drew a bath for herself in the bathroom. She tiptoed and reached out for the jar of luxury foaming relaxing bath salt she brought from Berkeley with her and added some into the warm bath water. She climbed into the water, sinking down slowly into it.Her mind raced at the thought of Blake. She wondered who he was with and what they might be doing. Jealousy curled around her heart again. “It's official,” she muttered to herself. “I have fallen in love with my baby daddy all over again…God.”“The man is still hot. Why won't I?” she thought to herself and moaned gently. It was getting more and more difficult for Tasha to keep Blake out of her thoughts. She wondered again for the umpteenth time if Blake had a fiancee or a girlfriend. She had seen no woman with him since she arrived ten weeks ago. “Focus…Tasha, focus,” she chided herself, sighed heavily. She forced herself to relax back in
Blake sat in his lush garden on a summer Sunday evening, ten weeks after he and Tyson had their surgery. Everything was going well and both of them had recovered very well. He was reading a business magazine while still watching Tyson and Jayce play football.His schedule for summer had changed this year because of Tyson. Blake spent his daytime on workdays overseeing the family business during weekdays, while his evenings and weekends were devoted to spending quality time with his boys. He had used every period he had to bond with his newfound son, and it was very rewarding. He watched them with a mixture of pride and wonder. Their laughter filled the air as they chased after the ball. Tyson was a natural leader and being a professional footballer in his own right had been teaching his brother different tactics. Both of them were a bundle of energy. The boys had grown to love each other in the little time they had been together. No one would believe that they were half-brothers. J
Five hours later, Tasha stepped back and surveyed her reflection in the mirror. She smiled at herself, liking the outcome of her makeup. Tasha wasn't one for elaborate makeup. She liked to be simple. A light dusting of bronzer warmed her skin, subtly highlighting her cheekbones. She had applied a touch of rose-gold eyeshadow shimmered on her lids, catching the light with every blink. A swipe of mascara defined her lashes, making her eyes sparkle. Finally, a touch of sheer, rosy lipstick completed the look, a hint of color that whispered, not shouted. It was a look that spoke of confidence, not in any way artificial. Her simple makeup was such an elegance that complicated the deep emerald green silk blouse she was wearing, which she had paired with a tailored black pants, the fabric crisp and impeccably pressed, and a pair of sleek black heels that elongated her legs. She left her hair free, running down her shoulders in a cascade of beautiful waves. “Wow,” she said to her reflecti
Tasha was woken up by Tyson and Jayce seven weeks later in New York. It was her birthday. The boys climbed into the bed just as their dad walked in. They started singing a birthday song for her. “Oh my God, boys,” she grinned at them. She was so happy about their gesture. Tasha and Tyson had arrived in New York city seven weeks ago with the private jet Blake sent to bring them. They had the transplant two weeks later and both of them have recovered and are doing very great. “Happy birthday mommy,” Jayce and Tyson said and hugged her. “Thank you for taking good care of us. We love you.”“My babies,” Tasha smiled through her tears. “Thank you so much. I love you both so much.” He hugged both of them to her chest, feeling the warmth of a mother towards them. “We have a birthday gift for you,” Jayce reached over and picked the shopping bag on the floor beside the bed and gave it to Tasha.“My babies, this is so thoughtful of you,” she blinked back her tears. “Open it,” Tyson urged he
THREE DAYS LATER "Daddy, let's go to my room," Tyson held out his hand to his father, "I want to show you a lot of things." It was Saturday midday. Blake had arrived like he promised. The introduction was not as awkward as he thought it would be. Tasha only said, "Tyson, this is Blake, your daddy.” “Daddy!” the little boy had said happily and flung himself at his father. “Daddy.” Blake clasped his boy to himself. It was such a profound moment for him. “Tyson,” he whispered and kissed the top of his head. “I am so glad to meet you, my son.” It was after that that the boy invited his father to his room. Blake looked over Tyson's head into Tasha's face, searching for her reaction. As much as he wanted to go into his son's room, he knew he had to be careful not to overstep any boundaries set by her. She understood what he was looking for. She gave a nod and smiled. “Let's go,” Blake winked at Tasha. “Lead the way, please.” He followed Tyson to his room. "Wow!" That was the word t