Tasha yawned and stretched her body. It was Saturday, on checking the time she saw that it was seventeen minutes after two in the afternoon. She had to meet with a group of grad students physically in the morning and she just decided to stay back in the office and grade some papers. Since Tyson was with his best friend in school and his family for the weekend. Tasha looked around her cozy office. She felt good and sad at the same time. Good about her career, which was soaring and at its best. A smile locked at the corners of her mouth as she relished the fact that she was going to become a full professor before the end of the academic session. Her name and two other names of her colleagues in the department had been forwarded, along with the other names of staff to be considered for professorship this session.She knew without any iota of doubt that she would make it. She had put in so much effort and she knew she deserved it. She remembered she needed to call her father, who had b
Tasha had always been a fan of farmers’ markets. There was something particularly special about shopping at one on a winter afternoon. She breathed in the crisp, cold air and smiled as she stepped down from her car. She strolled around through the market at first, admiring the beautiful array of winter produce. There were vibrant red and orange carrots, fingerling potatoes in various shades of brown, and radishes with their bright pink and white stripes. The colors were so rich and vibrant; it felt like a painting coming to life.She noticed a bakery set-up at the back and quickly walked there. She was so intoxicated by the aroma of freshly baked goodies as she got to the stall. She was particularly drawn to the crusty sourdough which the printing under it clarified that it was made with rosemary and garlic. “Can I have two loaves of those?” She pointed at it. “Of course,” the woman selling said with a bright smile. And wrapped two loaves into brown paper. “What else would you like
Blake studied the shrilling phone for a while and then picked up the receiver. “Hello, Blake Carter on the line,” he said into the mouthpiece and leaned back in his seat. His fingers tapping a soundless rhythm against his polished mahogany desk. "Blake, it's Derek. Check your email. We won!" His voice crackled with excitement, his joy palpable even through the phone. The hotel deal had finally come through.“We are the highest bidder! The hotel is going to be ours, Blake! We actually did it!"“Yes, we did it.” A wave of excitement surged throughout his body. “I told you we would. So what's next now?”“You just check our email box. Everything is there.”“Okay, listen,” he sat upright in his seat. “I will do just that, and call you later at night so we can talk better.”“Great!” Derek replied, his voice brimming with satisfaction. That's fine. I will expect your call.”Blake returned the receiver and closed his eyes, savoring the moment. He closed his eyes, savoring the moment. The y
The crisp air nipped at Tasha's cheeks as she stepped out of her car on Thursday morning. It was after eight. The familiar scent of fallen leaves and damp earth filling her lungs. She had to go to the bank to have a meeting with her bank officer after she dropped Tyson off at school. Now she was almost getting late for the weekly staff meeting. She readjusted her scarf, as she watched for the traffic before she crossed the road. "Good morning, Professor!" a voice called out, and Tasha responded with a warm wave, her smile widening as she recognized the eager face of a student from her Introduction to Business Management class. Tasha crossed the road and started walking towards the departmental building. The corridor buzzed with the energy of a thousand conversations, a symphony of laughter and hurried footsteps. Tasha navigated the throng, her heels clicking rhythmically against the polished floor. She stopped to exchange greetings with Florence, a non-academic staff, sharing a qu
Tasha finished up with her students one hour later and hurried back to her office. She needed to call her parents before she went for her next lecture. Tasha reached for her phone, her heart still pounding with joy. She dialed her mother's phone number and paced the floor of her office as the phone rang. Finally, her mother's cheery voice answered. "Hello, dear! Your father and I were just talking about your visit tomorrow." Her mother was happy to hear her voice and happier that she would see her the next day. She sat on the sofa in the corner of her office. “Mom, I have some amazing news! Tasha's eyes welled up with tears again. “Put the phone on speaker because of Dad.” “Really?” her mother asked. “Yes, the phone is on speaker. Now tell us.”"Mom, Dad, I got promoted to the rank of professorship!" She shouted on top of her voice into her phone.“Oh, my God!” her mother exclaimed, followed by a moment of silence. “Congratulations, honey.”Tasha could hear her father in the backgr
Tuesday night, Blake arrived at his parents' mansion at seven pm on the dot. He climbed out from the back of the car and walked up to the front door. The door opened before he could knock. It was Jolie, his sister who opened the door and welcomed him with her smile. “We've been expecting you,” she scowled up her face, still smiling. “You kept us starving?”“Sorry,” he kissed her on the cheeks. “Vanessa wouldn't let me leave the office until I signed some documents she just remembered they need tomorrow for some distribution.”“Hey man,” Perry, Jolie's husband, came nearer to them. “How is it going man,” Blake greeted back and they hugged.They asked about each other's kids.“You are here,” their father said, emerging from the sunroom with a warm smile on his face. Their mother came out from the kitchen, followed by one of the kitchen staff who placed a big dish on the dining table and returned to the kitchen. Blake exchanged a handshake with his father and went ahead to kiss his
“It's okay,” Mrs. Carter pushed forward on her seat. “I think both of you should talk about this another time.”“No, mom,” Blake insisted, veins throbbing in his neck. “We are going to talk now.”“I think it's too early for him to remarry Dad,” Jolie tried to wade in. “I mean, he just lost his wife.”“Come off it!” Gerald snarled. “He didn't lose his wife. The stupid girl divorced him and left before she died.”“Anyway Dad,” Blake spoke again. “I am not ready to remarry. I will only get married when I find a woman I love. This time around it's going to be on my terms.”“That can't work,” Gerald glared at his son. “I want to retire. You have to take over from me. The board will not approve you as the chairman if you refuse to get married.”“Yeah.” Blake stood up, throwing his hands in the air. “Why do I have to live by the books, by the rules? Why can't I be allowed to do what I want for once?”“That's because you are not ordinary,” came his father's jabbing reply. “You are an heir, an
“It was a pleasure meeting you both," Blake said, his voice warm but measured as he stood up stretching his towards the representatives of the corporate events planning company, who wanted to work with Carter Industries on their forthcoming anniversary. "We'll certainly consider your proposal. And get back to you.”“Thank you, Mr. Carter,” the man nearer to Blake said, shaking his hand. His smile was wide and hopeful. The other person, a lady, shook Blake's hand too.He felt the weight of their eyes on him as he shook their hands, each grip firm and confident. He could sense their eagerness, their belief in their ability to elevate Carter Industries to new heights. "We're confident we can deliver a campaign that will truly resonate with your target audience," one of them said, his voice brimming with enthusiasm."We'll be in touch.” Blake nodded, his gaze unwavering. "You enjoy your day.”After they left, Blake turned to the chief operations officer, who was in the meeting with him,
“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