Tasha returned home late afternoon after a long day of running errands and grocery shopping in the scorching heat of summer on Monday. She didn't go to the campus, deciding to take a break from writing for a few days. She could feel the beads of sweat clinging to her skin as she unlocked her front door and stepped inside her cozy apartment. She carried the grocery bags into the kitchen, and kicked off her flip-flops, sighing in relief, and grateful to be back in her cool, air-conditioned home. She was sorting out her purchases into their designated spaces when Maggie walked in. “Hi, Miss. Tasha,” the younger lady greeted as she walked into the kitchen. “How was your outing?”“Fine,” Tasha smiled and closed up the refrigerator door. “I only went grocery shopping and ran some errands.”“Yeah.” Maggie perched on the high stool. “I can see.”“You look worried,” Tasha covered up the flour canister, which she just emptied a new batch of flour into. “Is everything alright?”“I dunno.” she
"My mom and my brother have been asking about you every day.” Trevor told Laura Tuesday night when their dessert arrived. “In fact, not only them, but my cousins, too. They all like you.” Trevor took a chance with her and see how she would react to his family liking her. “You don't mean it,” Laura's eyes widened in surprise. “I thought you said you were going to tell your mom the truth.” She took the first bite from her apple crumble pie.He shrugged. “I will, but I don't want to tell her over the phone.” He took a spoonful of his tiramisu and nodded in satisfaction at the taste. So far, the upscale restaurant had proved everything his brother said about it. It was his older brother that suggested the place to him. “I enjoyed their company too,” she smiled. “On Saturday. Never had so much fun at family gatherings.”His heart sank, hearing that from her. “Are you serious?” He cocked his head. “Yes,” she said, scooping up a piece of apple and caramel with her spoon. “You know, it's
Grant stepped out of the shower and grabbed a towel off the towel bar, and started drying off Tasha.“No, honey,” she took the towel from him. “Let me. I want to pamper you tonight.” She started drying off his body. “You need to relax from work stress, honey.”Grant had returned home very stressed in late evening and complained that he wasn't getting any headway with the design he was working on. She had made them soak up in a relaxing bath soak after dinner. “Thank you,” he kissed her lightly when she finished. She took Grant by the hand and led him back to the bed. The bedroom which was already engulfed in lavender essential oil which was dispersing from the diffuser on the dressing table. Grant felt relaxed completely and climbed into bed. Tasha joined him in bed with a sultry grin. “Relax,” she said soothingly. “Let me take care of you, honey.”“Hmmm,” he moaned gently and readjusted himself against the pillows. Tasha crawled up his body and put a blindfold on his face.“Tas
Sitting before the mirror, Stacy dropped the highlight brush she just used on her face back on the nightstand. She looked at her face in the mirror. Satisfied with her work, she applied a coat of red lipstick and admired the effect in the mirror. “Is Norma on the team?” Blake, who was standing beside her and looking into his own dressing mirror, asked as he Knott his tie. Norma was another senior marketing manager. “No,” she put on her earrings, one after the other.” It's only me and Cameron and our assistants.”“That's good.” Blake brushed his hair.It was Monday morning, and they were both getting ready for work. Her phone rang on the bed. She walked to the bed, and it was her dad calling. She picked the phone off the bed, swiping across the screen.“Good morning dad,” she walked back to the dressing table and covered up the compact face powder and the concealer jar while listening to her father on the phone.“Yes sir,” she rolled her eyes. “I am about to leave the house now.”
Tasha bit her lip, her eyes darting to the long road ahead of them. "I hope your brother will like me," she whispered, her voice barely audible.They were on their way to Treasure Bay, where his brother, William, and his wife, Annie, lived with their two kids. It was a twenty-five minute drive from Berkeley. Grant's elder brother and his wife had invited them over to an evening of barbeque in order to meet Tasha. She was so nervous, her stomach had been twisting into knots since they started the journey five minutes ago. Her mind was racing with questions: What if they don't like me? What if I say something stupid? What if they think I'm not good enough for Grant because I'm a single mother?“Why not?” Grant took her hand and intertwined their fingers. “My brother cannot dislike any woman I love.” He brought their linked hands up and kissed the back of her hand. Besides, you are a loveable. William and Annie are going to like you. Just relax.” He smiled into her eyes, squeezing her h
“So when are you bringing Tasha over to Ashwood?” Florence, Grant's mom’s voice, boomed out of the phone. “Mom?” Wide eyed, Grant plopped down on the nearest couch. “Are you serious? You want me to bring her now?”He and Tasha returned from Treasure Bay almost an hour ago and she went straight to see Maggie. He was pottering around, waiting for Tasha to return, when his mom's call came in. “Yes,” Florence sighed. “I want you to bring her home. William called me. He said you just left their house.”“Yes mom,” he replied. “That's true.” “Your brother and his wife said good things to say about your Tasha,” Grant's mom said from the other end. “You don't know how happy I am, mom; that you have finally accepted her.” He laughed out happily. “Mom, thank you.”“You are welcome, darling.”“I know your wish for me is that I marry Camilla…” He stood up and started pacing around the kitchen. “I'm glad you can now see things in my way.”“It's okay, Grant,” she breathed deeply. “But you will st
Blake put the phone down with a grin on his face after talking with Stacy's brother on Tuesday. He looked up at the wall clock on the wall in front of him and stifled a yawn. It was one hour after the closing hour and he was unusually tired. It was understandable though, he'd been having back-to-back meetings for two days. “I think I need to head home and take some rest this evening,” he leaned back in his leather chair and swirled around for a few seconds before sitting upright again.“Oh dear,” he stifled another yawn and was in the process of logging out of the company's database when there was a knock on the door and Vanessa walked in."Derek Lawson is on the line,” the older woman said, a hint of curiosity in her voice. “He insisted he had to speak with you now. Do you have any deal with him?”Blake was curious too. "The same Derek Lawson?" Blake asked, his brow furrowed in confusion. Though they had known each other for years, their paths hadn't crossed in a while. Blake couldn
“Do you feel better now?” Blake asked, standing up.“Yeah,” she flashed him a smile, “thanks, I feel better now after using the toilet.”“I can go now,” he hugged her and kissed her on the mouth. “When are you going home?”“Hmmm,” she checked her wristwatch. “Maybe in an hour or two, Jake and I want to go over the handover notes he’s leaving behind.” “Oh. That's alright,” he said with no suspicion. “I will just head home when I'm through.”He walked to the door and turned back with his hand on the doorknob. “Something comes to my mind just now.”“What?” She looked in his direction. “Why don't you ask Jake to join us on Sunday for dinner?”“Dinner?” It surprised her. “I'm not sure he will still be in town by Sunday.” It was a lie. She was only afraid of Jake pulling off some stunt if he comes into their home. “Just tell him.” Blake opened the door. “That we’ll be happy to host him Sunday night if he's still in town.”“Sure,” she nodded. “I will.”“Later,” Blake said and walked out,
“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