Blake's lips curved into a small smile as he stretched a hand towards Russell, a friend of his elder sister. Russell was from one of the oldest business dynasties in the United States, like the Carter's dynasty. He and Russell had been talking about business for over four minutes before his wife appeared and stood beside her husband. “Hi, Mr. Carter,” she greeted brightly.“Hello,” he tried to beat some excitement into his voice. “Mrs. Evans.”“I'm sorry,” Russell’s wife smiled, her eyes darting from her husband to Blake. “I will have to steal Russell away.”“Oh, with all pleasure,” Blake said, relieved that the man's wife had saved him.“Let's meet up for drinks before the end of the year.” Russell said, and he took Blake's. “I will be expecting your call.”“Of course I will.” Blake made a promise he knew he would not fulfill. “Thanks so much.”Blake gave Russell’s wife a nod as the couple drifted away. He grabbed a flute of champagne from one of the waiters, who was passing a tray
Tasha woke at 5:00 am to the splashing of water against the rocks. She reached out without opening her eyes to silence the alarm. She opened her eyes slowly, blinking sleep from her eyes. “Morning sweetie,” Grant's voice was husky from sleep. He laid a hand on her thigh under the covers. “Did you sleep well?”“Yes, good morning, babe.” Tasha purred and turned to face him. He looked so adorable with his sleepy smile. “Yes, I did.” She planted a kiss on his arm. He moved closer to her, with his hand on her waist, and gave her a thorough kiss. “How is your day going to be like today?” He asked when he pulled away. “Can we meet for lunch?”They were not running this morning, so as usual, they lingered a bit in bed. “I'm going to be busy today.” She said, “Jason is still not back in the office until next week.”She had been standing in for Prof. Jason Douglas, the Head of department for the last three weeks. Marcus had undergone a minor surgery and was asked to take some time off work.
It was past eight at night on Christmas eve. Tasha, Grant, along with Tyson arrived in Sandville late afternoon for Christmas. Tasha, Grant, her father and her mother were watching a Christmas carol on the TV with cups of her mother's homemade hot apple cider drinks in their hands. The Christmas tree was blinking cheerfully in a corner. She planned to sneak back into the living room later, after everyone might have retired, to add the presents she and Grant brought with them. Tyson had gone to her brother's house so that he could be with his cousins. “I guess we should call it a day,” Tasha announced when the carol ended. She was already yawning and feeling jet lag.“Good night,” Grant said Mr. and Mrs. Harrison went upstairs with Tasha.Tasha and Grant changed into their nightclothes and brushed their teeth. “Mom suggested that you and I should attend my grandma's church tomorrow for the Christmas service. So you can meet her.” Tasha said, as they climbed into bed. Her maternal gr
“Derek?” Blake said in astonishment into the phone. “You again?”It was the second day of the new year. It surprised Blake to hear from him again. He hadn't called him since he outsmarted him with the Clinton Limited deal. “Yes, it's me again,” he said with a hint of laughter in his voice. “I guess you didn't expect my call. Well, for your information, I am a good sportsman. You win some, you lose some.” He burst into laughter, irritating the hell out of Blake.“Derek, what do you want?” Blake aimed the remote at the TV to reduce the volume. “I'm a busy man. I don't have all day.” “I want us to meet for lunch or dinner tomorrow,” he said. “I would like to discuss a business idea with you, if you don't mind.”“What business?” Blake didn't understand what was going on. “Let's meet for dinner,” Derek insisted. “Am sorry,” Blake started pacing round the living room. “I can't come for any dinner if I don't know what the deal is about.”“First, Blake, I want you to know that I am not y
“That’s good to hear.” he sat upright again. “You can go ahead and make all the adjustments.”“Awesome,” she smiled back at him and shut down her laptop.“Should I order lunch?” My house staff members are all on holiday. He checked the time on his wristwatch. “It’s going to take a while, the restaurant takes their time to get my food ready. Or would you prefer we go out to eat?” “It's okay,” she put her laptop back in the bag. “I'll wait, I am free for the rest of the day, so I can wait.”He walked to the corner to where the phone was and made the order. “Okay,” he said finally and dropped the receiver. He strolled back to Cassie and extended a hand to her, “come, let's fix you a drink before food comes.” She took his outstretched hand and allowed him to pull her to her feet. They went to his well-stocked bar in another part of the living room. “What would you like to have?” he inquired from her with a slight chuckle.“I want you to guess what I would like,” she gave him a flirty
It was Friday night, the aroma of garlic, and fresh herbs filled the kitchen as Tasha brought three single serve casserole dishes out of the oven. The weather had been cold and cloudy since the day before, though it was already mid-January. She had made Shepard pie for dinner to Wade off the winter cold. Outside, her boys, Grant and Tyson, were playing football outside at the back of the house. Tyson, always eager to show off his new skills, had asked Grant to a football game the moment Grant walked through the door from work.“Let me rest a bit,” Grant had patted him on the back. “Then we'll play later in the evening.”“Okay dad,” Tyson replied and went to do his homework for the time being. Tasha moved to the window, smiling as she watched the pair doing their thing. She was always happy about the bond that had formed between Grant and Tyson over the past few months.Tyson kicked the ball with all his might, sending it soaring across the yard.“Oh no,” Tasha burst into laughter.
“See you guys later,” Tasha kissed Grant and Tyson the next morning after breakfast. They were both going to Grant's brother's house and won't be back until later in the evening.“Take care of yourself.” Grant kissed her on the lips. “I will call you when we get there.”“Bye mom,” Tyson said. And the two of them left. Tasha locked the door and went back to bed. She had decided to just stay in bed, reading and relaxing all day. Tasha picked one novel, titled ‘The New Beginnings’, off her little bookshelf in her room and started reading. She just bought the novel two days earlier. *******"Oh my God,” Maddie thought to herself, "how on earth am I going to survive the next two months?” She stole a look at the woman sitting across from her at the dining table; her mother. Her own mother, who she always related to like an acquaintance. Their relationship was that frosty. Words between them were always scanty and stingy too. A roar of laughter from the television in the sitting room pen
Five days later, which was a Saturday, her mom came. Maddie was happy to see her, she threw herself at her mother, "mummy,” she screamed happily, thinking in her little mind that her mother had come back to her and her daddy. But her little heart was broken when her mom made her sit on the couch, while she sat on the rug, facing her daughter. "Sweetheart,” she cupped her little face in her hands. "Daddy and I don't like each other anymore and it's best that I leave to go somewhere else.”"But us all to live together, please mommy,” Maddie pleaded. "I can't live with your father anymore," Beth said and smiled ruefully. "Can we come with you?” she looked hopefully into her mother's eyes, tears welling up in her eyes. “Daddy and I will come to your new apartment.”"Am sorry dear", she took her daughter into her arms, "it's better you and daddy stay here. I promise, I will always come to check you up.”Maddie began to cry. Her mother rocked her little body, promising to always come to
“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