“Here we are,” Grant beamed at Tasha as he stopped his car in the parking lot of a new exquisite restaurant called Le Petit Paradise. Nestled in a quiet alley, hidden from the chaos of the bustling city streets. And the best part was that it had a theater upstairs. This afforded the clients the opportunity to enjoy movies in a more serene environment. One of Grant's clients had taken him to the restaurant for a meeting last month. That was how he got to know the place. And he had decided since then that he would take Tasha there for a celebratory dinner whenever she finished her book. She and Evelyn had finished up their writing two days ago. He got out of the car and turned around to open the car door for Tasha. Grant couldn't help but admire her beauty. With her raven-black hair and captivating green eyes, and an aura of grace that was added to her beauty. The flowing red dress she wore enhanced her curves, and Grant couldn't help but feel a sense of pride at being her partner.“
Vanessa placed the contract in front of Blake, while the representatives of Blue Silver Consulting looked on.He picked a pen from his pen holder and appended his signature on the six copies of the contract as the lawyers from Blue Silver Consulting had done. That was one of his efforts to make the public know that Carter Incorporation was back on its own. He looked up and gave the two gentlemen sitting across from him a professional smile. “Thank you Mr. Carter,” the lawyer said, opening his briefcase. He dropped three copies of the contract Venessa had handed over to him in it and stood up. His partner stood up too. “It's nice doing business with you, Mr. Carter.” The man extended his hand. “Yeah, the pleasure is all mine.” Blake stood up and shook the men's hands. “Venessa here will see you out.”Vanessa led the men out of Blake's office. Blake leaned back in his seat, a huge smile spreading across his face. He was so sure that his father would be happy with the business deci
“When is aunt Jolie coming to pick me up tomorrow?” Jayce asked Blake, cuddling up against his father's body after Blake read his bedtime story to him. It was the first week in December and it had been four months since Stacy left him and four months since she and Jake had died in a plane crash on their way from Las Vegas to Spain.“I'm not sure, but she should come later in the day after you return from school.” He told Jayce, who had been so clingy since the departure of his mother. For now, what the little boy believed was that his mom was just on a trip when her plane crashed. Blake wanted him to believe that until he grows up and can hear the actual truth. “Are you having a change of mind?” Blake lifted him onto his legs. “Do you want me to tell aunty Jolie not to come pick you up?”Blake's mom wanted to host all her four grandkids for the weekend. This she always does about four or five times in a year. Jolie was going to pick Jayce up tomorrow Friday and drop him off with her
“We have a lot to cover this semester,” Tasha said from the podium, with her hands clasped behind her back. “You will do well to make sure you don't miss any lecture and you have to take your continuous assessments seriously too.” She smiled confidently at the eager faces of his sophomore year students in the dimly lit lecture room. The air was heavy with anticipation.Some students leaned forward in their seats, some kept their eyes glued to their devices. A few of them chorused, “yes, Miss. Harrison.” “Let's call it a day now,” she said, announcing the end of the day's lecture. “I’ll see you next week.”The students erupted into applause, their faces alight with awe and admiration as they filed out.Tasha waited until most of them had gone out before she moved to the door. She headed to the alfresco court instead of the staff cafeteria. She still had two hours before her next lecture. She was enjoying her delicious lunch when Dr. Layne, also a member of the faculty, stood on the
Four months later, on Valentine's day, Kurt arrived at her door early in the morning. It surprised Juliet to see him so early in the morning; she was just about to leave for work herself."What are you doing here by this hour?" she asked as she let him in. "Aren't you supposed to be on your way to the office?""Yea, office, it can wait for later," he said. "Happy valentine's," he gave her the shopping bag he was holding. "Happy valentine's day to you too," she collected the bag and opened it. “Oh, my God!” she gushed. The bag contained two boxes, one with a pair of earrings and the otter a wristwatch."Thank you. " She looked into his eyes.“Do you like them?’’ He asked with a little smile. "I love them. Thank you so much.”"You are welcome," he grinned sheepishly.It delighted his heart that Juliet liked what he got for her. "I got you something too," she said. "But it's in the car. I was planning to call you later.”"Aww, thank you." He wished he could pull her into his arms at
After dinner was done, they cleared the table and Juliet helped him to pack the leftovers away in the fridge. They locked their gaze for a long moment after she put the last of the ziplock bag in the fridge. She looked away and closed up the door of the fridge. He moved closer to her, closing up all the space between them.She exhaled. He raised her chin with two fingers. She tried to look away, but he wouldn't allow her. His hand was so firm on her chin. “What?” she asked in a whisper when he wouldn't allow her to look away."I want you, Juliet." He put his hands around her. “I want your heart.” Her eyes glanced up at him and she went rigid for a while in his hand. She gulped the air. "I am falling in love with you every day.” A ragged breath escaped his lips. “I have never loved anyone the way I love you and it's the truth." He sighed and tried to swallow the lump that was forming in his throat. "I want to be with you. Please say yes," he rambled on. "I want us to be much more
“No, you are not a fool,” she pleaded. “Please hear me out. I never cheated on you.” “Oh, really?” He walked towards the door and left without uttering another word. Juliet's heart clenched when Kurt shut the door with a slight bang. She knew she had lost the love of a good man; a man who had been nothing but good to her. "My God, what have I done?" She started crying uncontrollably. "I'm done for!" She fell to the ground as the intensity of her misery overtook her. She couldn't believe all her hopes and dreams about being Kurt's wife someday had suddenly crashed. Juliet met a married man; Mr. Craig, a little over a year ago at a conference for accountants in town. They became close during the five days conference even though they were working for different companies. He would always call her once in a while, and they would chat for hours on the phone. Mr. Craig had told her from the onset that he and his wife were having a difficult time in their marriage. It did n
"Sit down!" He bellowed angrily after he shut the door. "You have two minutes." She took a deep breath and told him everything about Mr. Craig and made him know how sorry she was about how everything turned out. The air hung heavy between them when she stopped talking. He said nothing, he just leaned his head back on the back of the sofa. She glanced up and looked into his face; all she saw was anger, but she was relieved that he had finally allowed her to explain herself. "I think I should go." She stood up after about five minutes of silence. "You claimed he's nothing to you," his voice stopped her when she was about to open the door. "But you never mentioned him to me. You told me about all your past relationships and conveniently omitted Mr. Craig." She turned back to look at him and said, "I am not proud of that period of my life," she turned to face him. "I was at my wit's end then. I felt God had sidelined me; I have been a good girl all my life, and I felt cheated to st
“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