“She’s so beautiful. She has your eyes and Aziel’s nose.” My mother in-law said as she smiled down at my daughter sleeping in her crib. “Don’t you think so?” She asked and I nodded. There was no way I was going to tell her that she didn’t have Aziel’s nose but Dylan’s who somehow managed to have the same nose as Aziel. I was just thankful that at that moment that she had my brown eyes and not Dylan’s blue eyes because of the suspicion that will arise. It’s been three months since I’d given birth to my baby. A year since I signed the contract with Aziel. I still remember the day I was in labor like it was yesterday, I remember how I hard I had pulled Aziel’s hair and almost broke his fingers from squeezing too tight. I remember how I had cried when I finally met my baby for the first time. The nurse had asked me then what I wanted to name her and I couldn’t think of anything. I had thought I would have a name when I finally met her but I was wrong as my mind was totally blank at that
W-why?” I asked. My voice was trembling. I didn’t know if it was because I felt cold or because of him. He gently started to raise my shirt and I didn’t hesitate to lift my hands for him to pull it off my head. Tossing it to the side, I was now standing in front of Aziel topless. My nipples were stiff from cold and the intense look he had in his eyes. One of his hands slowly reached up to trail down the region between my breasts, down to my belly button before moving up again. His index circled around my areola before touching my sensitive nipple. I let out a shaky breath the minute the pad of his finger came in contact with my erect nipple. He slowly moved to the other breast, tracing his finger around the outline of my areola and then my nipple. My breath got heavier by the second and I anticipated his next move. His hand left my breast to hold my waist. He pushed me back slightly till my back hit the wall of the bathroom. He lowered his head till his nose was nozzles in the croo
It was a beautiful Saturday morning and I was by the kitchen stove making rolled omelettes while humming a song whose title I couldn’t remember. “Good morning, Mr. Walkers.” Lana who was standing a few feet away from me and assisted me in making breakfast suddenly said. I glanced behind my shoulder to see Aziel standing at the doorway of the kitchen with Aurora in his hands. I lowered the heat of the stove and wiped my hands clean with a rag before walking towards Aziel. “Good morning baby.” I said to my precious daughter who immediately began to giggle at the sight of me. She looked so excited to see me, flailing her arms up for me to carry her and I was even more excited to see her ‘cause she had been asleep when I woke that morning. I tickled her belly slightly and gave her a kiss on her cute button nose. I glanced up at Aziel, noticing that he had walked out of the shower only a moment before coming down to the kitchen because his hair was still wet. His expression was blank an
“Of course not. What do you think I am, crazy?” I said to Athena, my younger sister in Spanish. It was a Sunday and I was in the living room of Aziel’s house on a video call with my sister. I’d been there for a few hours ‘cause I’d talked to all my family including my older brother, Julio who had tried to cross the border with me but couldn’t make it. I had spoken to my mom and her sister’s children as well as my aunts and abuela. It wasn’t often that I got to speak to all of them at once ‘cause they were rarely in the same place at the same time but that day happened to be the fourth anniversary of my abuelo’s death so everyone had to come together. “Your skin looks really white and perfect. Your hair looks shiny and perfect. Life there must have been as easy as they say it is. I’m really jealous.” She said in Spanish, sighing at the end of her statement. I almost scoffed at the part she said life must have been easy for me. If only she knew that for the past six years that I’d been
I twirled around, doing a 360 in front of Aziel. “How do I look?” I asked him. I was wearing a double-strapped short black dress with a very low neckline that exposed my chest and little front boobs. My black purse and heels matched my dress and my long natural curly hair was straightened flat to my back, almost touching my butt. My makeup was on fleek and I could say I looked breathtaking. His eyes went over my face leisurely, down to my body before snapping back to my face. He gave a single nod. “Adequate.” I scowled at him. “It took me almost three hours to achieve this look and that is all you have to say?” “Yes.” He deadpanned. “Whatever. I don’t care.” I said before walking over to the Mercedes parked in the garage. I was a bit upset that he didn’t have any other thing to say about my looks beyond that one word. I mean did he even notice that I had to use heat on my hair just because of him, I could have fried my hair if I hadn’t been careful. Why did he say I looked beaut
“Is something the matter, Mr. Walkers?” A man whom the others address as Mr. Storms said. If I’d been told that Aziel Walker could ever lose his cool I would have told the person that they didn’t know whom they were talking about. He picked up his wine glass with the other hand and took an uneasy sip. I bit down on my lip to hide my smile and then slowly started to use his hand to rub myself. I was staring at his side profile but he didn’t dare look at me. He pulled his hand out of my hold from under my dress and picked up his wine glasses again to take another sip. “What could ever be the matter, Mr. Storms.” He said confidently as he regained his composure. The men seemed to dismiss Aziel’s weird behavior and carried on with their conversation.Sometime along the way when no one at the table was watching us, Aziel glanced at me for the first time since I touched myself with his hand. To anyone else watching him, they would have thought his expression remained the same but I kne
“Let’s go take care of that.” Aziel’s words echoed in my head and I started to think that maybe he was finally going to have sex with me. Maybe he had finally decided to forget about the contract and follow what his body wants, what our bodies want. The moment we stepped into Aziel's room, his lips crashed down on mine. He kicked the door close with his foot and in an instant, my feet were no longer touching the ground. Aziel hoisted me up and I wrapped my legs around his waist not minding that my dress had ridden up to my waist. I wrapped my arms around his neck and his smooth palm moved up my bare thigh to my waist. As he continued to kiss me, one hand went to the back of my dress to pull down the zipper. His lips were soft, hot, and moist and I couldn't get enough of him. I thought even if I swallowed him whole, it still wouldn't be enough. Both hands palmed my bare ass and squeezed hard before slapping my butt cheek making me squeal. I fisted his hair in my hand, opening my m
It was a Monday morning and I was in the living room feeding my six-month-old daughter when Aziel walked in. “Morning.” He greeted. “Good morning. There’s coffee in the machine if you want some.” He nodded before walking off to the kitchen. When he got back to the living room, Aurora flailed her arms at him telling him to pick her up. Aziel dropped his coffee cup on the coffee table and took Aurora from my hands. “Morning, princess.” He greeted her with a smile, kissing her cheeks and she cackled in his arms. I’d realized a few months ago that she was a dad’s girl. I mean the only time she’d want me to carry her was when she was hungry and after eating, she’d want to go to Aziel immediately. “I can’t believe I carried her for nine months and when through a series of emotions only for her to like you more than she likes me. That girl only sees me as a feeding person.” I feigned annoyance. Aziel chuckled. “That isn’t true Red.” He sat on a couch and settled our daughter in his thig