“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 think we have to stop here guys,” Tasha said to her students an hour later with her usual disarming smile. “We’ll meet again next week.” “Thank you Dr. Tasha,” the students erupted. Tasha put her tabletop into her leather briefcase bag. “You all have a good evening,” she said and walked out of the lecture room. “You too,” the students said to her back. She quickly made her way to the faculty parking lot, shivering as the winter cold blew into her face. Tasha opened her SUV car door, dropped her briefcase bag on the passenger seat before she sank into the driver's seat and started the car. She backed out of the parking lot to link the road that led to the campus’ main gate. Tasha arrived at her doorstep seventeen minutes later and the front door opened before she pressed the doorbell. “Hey sweetheart!” Grant's face lit up as if they were just seeing each other in weeks, instead of a few hours ago. “Hey you too,” she walked in. “Is someone missing me already?”
“Yes, take it,” he growled, plunging his cock so deep into her. “Take all of it. Take it.” He started thrusting, his breathing was becoming harder and harder by the minute. He howled like an animal on heat with each thrust. Balls of excitement rolled inside her; she felt the onset of another orgasm. She yelled for him to go faster. He complied, increasing his speed. Grant gripped her shoulders as he went with her over the edge and down into the valley, rumbling her name over and over with pure ecstasy. It didn't take him a long time to get hard again, and he laid on her again, inserting his member into her. They fucked slower and more passionately this time around until he released after her climax and collapsed on top of Tasha. He looked into her eyes with a satisfied grin and rolled off to his side."Mmmm, that was so beautiful… blissful, I must say," he gathered her to his still shivering body and she laid her head on his chest. "I love you so much, Tasha.""I love you too, bab
Juliet stood up from the sofa with a sad smile after a few minutes and went into the kitchen to get some fruits. She opened her fridge and pulled out the vegetable basket, but a wave of grief overtook her. She had to pull the basket back into its place and shut the fridge. Juliet left the kitchen and went to the balcony, sitting on the cane chair she recently put there. She hadn't realized how much she missed Kurt until she heard his voice that evening. She missed everything about him; his touch, his smile, the way he loved her. Above all, she missed his companionship. The first few weeks without him were awful, to say the least. The journey had been so lonely. Apart from her sister, she didn't have any close friends. All her friends were married and her friendships with them sort of fizzled out. Many nights she would lie awake, finding it difficult to sleep. She would turn and toss from the ache of loneliness for hours before falling asleep. It was only the thought of her unborn
Blake waited, hands in pockets until the car drove away before walking slowly back into the house. It was Thursday night, and he was at his parents’ house for dinner. His father gave him a disapproving look when he walked back into the house. “So quick?”“I was expecting you and Kelly to have some deep conversation alone.”“Dad, mom,” Blake had called out and sat down facing his parents, who sat together on the double seater couch. “I would appreciate it if you don't interfere in who I go out with or eventually marry.” He looked into his parents’ faces, one after the other, with an expression that conveyed how serious he was. “I did it once and I don't want to do it again.”“But we thought it was the best for you,” his mom retorted. “No one knew it would end the way it did.”“You asked me to marry Stacy,” he moved to the edge of the couch. “Because of the family business, not because you considered she was good for me.” He choked down a lump of frustration in his throat. “I will not
“Tyson said your wedding is in January,” Maggie looked into Tasha's eyes. “Is that true?”They were in Tasha's kitchen on Friday night. Tasha smiled and opened the oven.“That's not true.” She placed the casserole dish inside the oven and covered it up. “Tyson is just eager to make me and Grant a couple as soon as possible,” she smiled at her son's fondness for Grant. “We are looking at April. We are not sure yet until we meet with my home church pastor who is going to officiate the wedding.“Tyson is just so excited about your wedding,” Maggie remarked. “Just as excited as you and Grant.”“Yes, you can say that again,” Tasha dried off her hand with the kitchen towel. “He has found a daddy, and he's so happy.”Maggie grinned. “I am so happy for you. Miss. Tasha.”“Thank you darling,” Tasha said.Maggie's phone rang in her pocket. She brought it out and said to Tasha.“I have to go,” she climbed down from the high stool. “It's Jasmine calling. I asked her to flash me when she gets to m
Blake sprawled on his recliner sofa, dividing his attention between the Financial Times magazine he was holding and cheering Jayce, who was busy playing one of his favorite video games on Saturday night. Jayce was so engrossed in the game, moving his fingers at lightning speed on the controllers, as he tried to defeat the final boss.His phone rang on the side table beside him. He looked over at the screen. It was one of the senior managers, he picked up the phone off the table. “Hey Nicole,” he called out after he swiped a finger across the phone screen. Nichole was calling to give him the feedback from some of their clients she was liaising with as Blake had directed her to do. They spoke for ten minutes and he ended the call. Blake looked at the time on the phone before dropping it back on the side table. It was fifteen minutes past ten o’clock. “It's late already Punky,” he told Jayce and dropped his phone back on the side table. “It's time to go to bed.”The little boy prete
“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