“You could have killed me, you j*rk!” Wyoming pawed at Cayden when she got her wind back. She could not believe that he would dunk her in the pool. She hit him: on the chest, cheek, and arms, unaware of where her fists landed. All she knew was she wanted to vent, and vent she did. Cayden did not try to retaliate. He covered his face and tried to dodge, so she sometimes missed his face, but when she did, she would aim for his chest or any part of his body that she could come in contact with. She was so angry!“I don’t know how to swim!” She yelled at him. “You never told me.” He said it like it was her fault. Wyoming’s nostrils flared. “Idiot! How can I tell a total stranger that bit of information?” Then, she swatted his arms when he tried to subdue her. She hit him again, harder this time. Cayden grunted when her fists landed again on his chest. On her next assault, he covered her fist with his hand and engulfed her. “Let go!” She shrieked when he clamped her right
The dinner did them good. Within a week, Wyoming and Cayden managed to form the habit of sharing dinners. Sometimes they dine in, or they eat out.It sort of sets the pace for their relationship. The tension was gone though they still bicker at times. Wyoming later finds out that Cayden loves teasing her.“Because you always rise up to the bait,” he told her when she confronted him about it, which made her shut up. She also found out on two occasions that he treated his younger siblings the same way. He was playful with them. On the outside, he was the unsmiling, brooding CEO, but outside the office, he was more relaxed and friendly to the staff. Wyoming prefers him this way, unlike her initial impression of him - arrogant and full of himself.The last week has been harmonious. It felt to Wyoming like they both called for a truce and formed a camaraderie between them. “Good morning, everyone!” Wyoming greeted Mrs. Benson and Marie and took her usual place in the breakfast
Hurried footfalls sounded before Wyoming found herself surrounded by Cayden’s bodyguards, like a cloak of protection, minus her intruder. The woman who shouted "it’s you" had been shoved harshly, cordoned off from their massive frames. “What did you do that for?” The ticked-off voice rang loudly outside their protective circle, giving goosebumps to Wyoming's skin. Wyoming could tell that she was very pissed off. And why not? The woman was not an ordinary woman. She was also a star, though her brilliance could not compete with the likes of Andi Smith. Still, she had her own following and several fan pages on social media networks. Now, Wyoming realized that she accidentally angered the woman and groaned in her head. She wanted to blame Cayden’s army, but she knew they were only doing their job. In truth, she had forgotten all about Cayden’s bodyguards. During the past week, they had become inconspicuous. When she and Cayden would go out, those bodyguards make themselves sca
Cayden had just gotten out of the conference room after a series of meetings when Thea intercepted him on his way to his private office to report about Teddy's return to the office."Good, let him report to me." He stepped inside his office and dropped on the couch, leaning the back of his head on the headrest. The week had just begun, but the weariness in his bones felt like it was Friday. He was deadbeat since he had worked like a horse over the weekend. As usual, Wyoming spends her weekends with her father and would not come home until today, so he used the extra time to do some work. James came over purportedly to quote, help, unquote, but it was more like he teased him mercilessly. “You just miss your wife. That is why you harassed my weekend and hijacked me here.” He scoffed, belying his claim, though James was persistent. He kept provoking Cayden, accusing him of crushing on his own wife. "Don't say bad words, or someone might overhear." “What?” Jame's demanded, nudgin
Cayden was fuming mad. Why can't Wyoming see that he was only protecting her? Jeremy Watson is a dangerous man. He accosted her, almost raped her, or had she forgotten about that?Does she love the man so much that she would turn a blind eye to his flaws? Every time Cayden thought about what happened to Wyoming that day - how she could not breathe and their quick trip to the emergency room because of asthma - his jaw flexed. Cayden blamed Jeremy for what happened, but it was clear that Wyoming thinks otherwise. Cayden shook his head. He could not understand women. Why do they settle for frogs when they can have their princes and live happily with them? Wyoming could have found a better man - better than him and certainly someone way better than Jeremy Watson. “Cayden!” Wyoming shouted, hoping he stopped marching away from her, but he ignored her. “Cayden Ellish, I said stop!” Wyoming scrambled to her feet to stand in his front, spreading her arms wide to block his path
They continued tugging on each side of the backpack when the door to the apartment opened, showing Wyoming’s father in a wheelchair. Wyoming was more surprised at her father’s reaction. His face showed none of the objection she was expecting to her bringing a man home. On the contrary, he looked like he was waiting for their arrival. Wyoming paled, the color draining out of her face. Did Cayden tell on her? Did he divulge their secret to her father? Did he betray her trust?Her heart thumped wildly in her chest. She started to panic.She looked again at her dad's welcoming smile and forced herself to calm down. Since her father was not angry, and as she predetermined from what she knew of Cayden, it was very likely that he would not tell on her. For a while, she thought he did, but knowing Cayden and having spent some time with him, she knew - with certainty he would not do that. He would not go out of his way to intervene with her business. He respects their agreement.
Cayden did not know why the sudden need to see Wyoming grip his innards hard. All he knew was that Wyoming’s sad voice had him in a state of panic that he would jump up at the chance to be with her in her hour of need. After a good fifteen minutes of barrelling through the highway with his black BMW, his worried face appeared on Wyoming's doorstep causing Wyoming to launch herself into his waiting open arms. Cayden cupped the back of her head to burrow her face into his massive chest before he circled his arms around her, squeezing tight, offering comfort. Not a word passed between them while he rocked her back and forth. Wyoming was deeply touched by his show of concern. She was not expecting him to show up on her doorstep, or go out of his way to be with her, but he did. It seemed to her as if he knew intuitively how badly she needed company right after her discovery. Her heart swelled with gratefulness. She tilted her head, feeling an unexpected warmth surge through her.
That realization took Wyoming out for a loop. Sometimes, it feels to her like she lives not just a double life but a triple life with no sense of who she is anymore. She was so confused. Only a few weeks into this charade, and this early, she already felt lost, feeling an overwhelming sense of indecision and losing her direction.She has started to lose sight of what she intended to do from the beginning. She had forgotten that all these things are just temporary - gone within a year. She felt like she walked straight into a series of mazes with no end in sight. She had been too caught up with the present that she had forgotten what kind of future awaited her. A bubble gurgled in her throat. In this story, there was no happy ending waiting for her, a mere underling. She had to stop deluding herself into thinking she was the protagonist when she knew full well she was not. For a while, she got entranced, but this will all be gone in a poof come morning. Dreams were not made
Cayden backed off, afraid to anger Wyoming in her delicate condition. After Wyoming climbed into the car, Alicia turned around to talk to him. “It’s best if we take her, Cayden.” He nodded. He did not want to argue with the elders or raise Wyoming’s hackles in her sensitive condition. He was right, it seemed, when Alicia added, “Her hormones are acting up making her blood boil every time she sees you. If she’s indeed pregnant I am sure the baby would take after you.” Alicia teased leaving him in a daze. “Mom!” Wyoming called out from inside the van, prompting Alicia to bestow an apologetic smile his way before closing the car door behind her. “Pregnant.” He murmured to himself while he tried to wrap his mind around the possibility. It wouldn’t be impossible since he and Wyoming spend most of their night doing the deed. Cayden watched in a daze as the van moved forward before blending into the morning traffic. It was a long time before he decided to get back to the house a
Wyoming woke up feeling at ease. She had no idea what woke him up, it was just that her nose had become sensitive. She smelled something that she found not to her liking. She sniffed the air, her nostrils scrunched up in distaste. “What is that awful smell?” She asked hoarsely, opening one eye to check if there was something wrong with their room only to see a semi-undress Cayden hovering above her. His hair dripped wet from the shower. She smiled warmly at him. In a daze, she propped herself on the bed, her hands stretching out to put them around Cayden’s neck. With eyes sparkling in delight at her warm reception, Cayden leaned forward to peck her lips. She meets his downward motion with an upward motion, sniffing at the same time. That was when her nostrils started to twitch scrunching up in distaste for she smelled something not suitable to her taste. “You smell disgusting!” She cried, covering her mouth with her palm to avoid smelling that awful smell. However, the stench s
Giggling sounds and laughter filled Wyoming’s ears. Surrounded by her family, her heart felt full. She blushed when she remembered Cayden and her were supposedly hiding from their families. Now, looking back toward the living room, she saw everyone looking at them, smiles wreathing their faces.Overwhelmed with shyness, she buried her face in Cayden’s chest, as if he could hide what they were doing previously from their onlookers. Cayden threw his head back at her natural display of shyness. His laughter started as a low rumble in the pit of his stomach crossing his lungs and finally coming out of his mouth. The sight of him looking so carefree and happy caught her in a daze, affecting her in ways she did not understand but could only feel.“Mommy! Daddy!” Connor’s shout distracted her from her intent perusal of Cayden’s face. She turned her head to the direction of the sound and saw Connor running toward them, his little feet creating a soft thud as his shoe collided with th
Wyoming got out of the bathroom, a large towel draped around her body, and another one wrapped like a turban around her head. She was about to pull the towel from her head to rub her hair with it when she stopped suddenly. She debated within herself whether to go back to the bathroom and wait for him to leave the room or feign nonchalance.Choosing the latter, she walked inside the room she shares with Connor and stopped a few paces before Cayden.Then she remembered if he was here. “Who is taking care of Connor?” The idea that Connor is playing by himself somewhere inside the house or maybe outside on the beach had her hurrying. She moved about the room, opening a closet to get a change of clothes. In her haste, the towel knot loosened, threatening to fall off her body. She clutched the front with her hand while her other hand held her change of clothes.The towel on her head fell off. Cayden saved it. He held the towel and gently pulled it off her head. “Thank you.” She mu
“Argh!” Wyoming’s fingers clenched, her teeth gritting in frustration while Connor and Cayden, the duo from h*ll did another trick that left her breathless, her body humming in unreleased tension. “Mommy, put some sunblock on my back and daddy’s,” Connor demanded, handing her a bottle of sunblock lotion and turning around, so his back was facing her.She opened the cap, applied some to her palms, and lathered her son’s small back with the lotion.“There, all done. You can now go swim in the water with your dad.” She told him while she placed the bottle of sunblock aside, careful that her eyes led her astray. She had been trying so hard to ignore the rippling muscles on Cayden’s exposed back which he also displayed alongside her son’s. Cayden previously followed Connor’s lead and presented her back to her as well. She smoothed sunblock on Connor but not on Cayden. However, her eyes betrayed her every time. She could not help but look at Cayden’s back, filled with ridges and cur
Contrary to what she initially thought, Cayden did not bring them back to New York, back to their old house surrounded by their family. When their plane landed and she got out, she was surprised to find out they were nowhere near JFK International Airport. In truth, she missed her father and would have wanted to bond with her mother. She braved the longing to be with her parents to protect herself and her son from Cayden. She had mistakenly thought that putting distance between them was enough for her and her son to get away from Cayden’s peripheral. Only to be corrected when he came barging in on her despite the distance. “Where is this place?” She asked, looking at the expanse of trees and dirt around them, totally opposite of the City that never sleeps. She was still miffed with him for trying to blackmail her into submission, but she could not totally ignore him. The man is huge and his presence was not one to be ignored. All through their flight, she was fully aware of t
Chest heaving from anger at the audacity of this man to lie to her through his teeth, Wyoming all but cried, “Liar!” The bitterness of five years ago came to her in full force, flaming the rage inside her. Gaining her memory has intensified the pain like it just happened a while back. She clenched her fist, struggling from her confinement. It was futile, though. With Cayden’s buffed body, he had her trapped very neatly. She did not know how he was able to become this muscled man and still evoke the same feelings from her. His body and her body might change. He became bigger and muscular, and she became softer and fuller due to childbirth, but when their skin connected, it was as if fire sizzled between them.Wyoming could feel the hardness of the wall digging into her back, yet she did not even flinch. The anger gnawing inside her was more powerful than the physical pain. “You can not win me over with all your lies. My son belongs to me. He is mine and you can not take h
“Where are we going, Collins?” “It’s a secret.” Wyoming fidgeted in her seat but did not press Collins for more information. She was surprised when he asked her tonight. They do not usually go out because their finances are tight. And the few times they did, it was always with Connor. “Relax. We’re not going far,” he told her, seeing her getting all worked up. “I’m just not used to leaving Connor at night with a sitter. You know how he wanted me to lull him to sleep. I’m worried that he’ll raise h*ll when we don’t come back at his bedtime hour. “Don’t worry about Connor. He knows Lizzie and he won’t make a fuss.” He assured her. Lizzie lives next door - a single mother of a four-year-old daughter, Samantha. “To ease your mind, why don’t you call them?” Collins suggested.Thinking it was a great idea, she took her phone from her purse and called Lizzie. “Wyoming? Did you forget something?” Lizzie’s soft voice permeated her ears causing her to feel a little self-con
“I am fine, mom.” Wyoming insisted and rolled her eyes for the second time during that phone call. Her mother has been deluging her with phone calls these days and it has become quite annoying. “Will call you back, mom. I have to fetch Connor from the kindergarten. The school notified me they will be released early today.” Wyoming paused, listening to what her mom said on the other line before responding to cut the overseas call. “Yes, mom, of course. Will call you some other time, bye.” She expelled air after she hung up. “Your mom’s pretty difficult today,” Collins commented after she dropped her phone. Wyoming did not like how it sounded coming off from him. He did not even know her. The only interaction they had was when she was at the hospital back in New York and there has been nothing significant about their conversations, mostly getting to know each other, etc. In an offhand manner, she shrugged her shoulders to make light of it. Her mom, she knew, could be a bit