“You’re spacing out,” Collins commented when he noticed her staring into space. A frown creased the smooth skin of her forehead. Wyoming stirred as if coming out of a deep slumber. She turned her head to face Collins, a question mark forming on her expression. When she saw the way he looked at her, she collected herself appearing nonchalant, and continued busying herself with her food. “It’s nothing.” She said and fixed her gaze on her plate. Collins studied her profile. Wyoming felt self-conscious. She knew Collins did not take his eyes off her, watching her like a hawk while she fiddled with her cutlery. It was disconcerting, having someone watch you unabashedly. Before, she did not mind Collins’ undivided attention. As a doctor, he used to observe her littlest movement, studying her responses and checking her overall condition. Lately, she felt differently. The way he looked at her affected her more than she wanted to admit. “Come on mom, eat up so we can leave the hou
“I can’t believe it! This feels all surreal.” Wyoming whispered to herself when she, Collins, and Connor stepped foot at the John F. Kennedy International Airport. Her eyes raked in her surroundings, drinking in the sight of the busy airport as people bustled about coming out of terminal 4. “This feels like a dream.” She commented yet again when they went to the carousel to claim their luggage. Collins glanced at her amused, while she watched the carousel for their travel bags.She spotted her medium-sized pink luggage at the same time Collins did and he pulled it out for her. He also pulled out Connor’s Spiderman rolling suitcase and lastly, his own travel bag.She felt a tug on her hand and looked down to see Connor looking up at her expectantly. “Mom, don't forget we are going to visit the Ellish Films studios.” her son reminded her. Wyoming nodded, pitching Connor on the nose. He looked quite adorable looking like an adult in his sneakers, white shirt, and small backpack.
The morning passed by quickly. Cayden focused on familiarizing himself with the operations of Ellish Films these past years. Though the concept for the expansion had been his brainchild, the implementor was his father, Marcus with the help of his best friend and the company’s COO James. He studied the company’s annual financial report, seeing that there had been a tremendous leap from when he abandoned the helm of its management.The intercom buzzed. He picked it up and listened as Thea spoke on the other end. “Sir, your grandfather is here.” After giving orders to Thea to let his grandfather in, he gathered the documents atop his table and placed them in the corner. “Daddy!” The little girl about five years old, holding his grandfather’s hand, pulled her hand away to run up to him when she saw him waiting with his arm wide open. Cayden picked up the child. “Ugh!” He grunted when he caught the child, holding her close to his face so he could inhale her sweet baby scent. “Who a
Cayden pulled his car to a stop. His eyes swept over the dashboard and accidentally saw the time. He was running late, and Tori is probably venting expletives in her mind right now. Worse, she’s dying to get her hands on his neck and strangle him. He was, after all, late for almost an hour. He had hoped to come in earlier than Tori, considering that he usually held her up, but the traffic had been a b*tch. He did not expect to be caught in a jam. The usual ten minutes it takes him to come here had been lengthened to an hour.He locked the car and jogged a few steps to the building. He hopes Tori would not mind him coming late this time, but that would be wishful thinking on his part. Tori, over the years, had become quite a stickler with time. Maybe, it had something to do with having a child. Children do not wait, she would often lecture him, openly nagging him when he comes in late for their appointments. Just as he was about to turn away from his car, he saw from his p
Ellish Towers.“Mr. Ellish, your eleven o’clock appointment is here,” Thea announced after ringing him a while ago. Cayden pushed his chair back to meet his visitor. “Mr. Goldman, it had been so long since we last met. So nice to see you.” Cayden spoke with confidence as he welcomed Lance Goldman inside his office. The short, bald man does not look like an executive of a television network. He had no air about him, and when you look at his eyes, they danced merrily like he knew the secret that could make the world dance to his tune. He may look ordinary, but the man is extraordinarily cunning in business. A genius in his field, and it had been to Ellish Films' advantage that Goldman Enterprises wanted to partner with him on Ellish Films’ newest venture. He had been up all night, studying the proposal made by Goldman Enterprises for partnering with them. They are bringing their animated movies to television, creating a series for syndication worldwide. It was a gargantuan mov
“What was that all about?” Lance Goldman inquired after Kate Ryder disappeared from their sight. Cayden shot him an apologetic look, speechless, still trying to wrap his head around the possibility that Wyoming lives.She did not die in that plane crash!Contrary to the final report issued by the international investigating body and the airlines themselves, Wyoming did not perish on that flight to London. She survived the crash and lived!The excitement caused a spark to twinkle in his eyes. He paced the floor of his office, not knowing what to do. From time to time, he looks at his phone, expecting reports from his security. He was itching to see her. For years, he had suffered silently, bearing the loss of her. His conscience gnawed at him since he knew that it was he who drove her away. He also suffered John’s cold treatment. Wyoming’s death caused a rift so wide in their families, precipitating an estrangement. John severed all ties with his family. Then an idea surface
When Wyoming’s eyes collided with the stranger’s familiar dark orbs, something clicked in her brain. She was reminded of a niggling dream where those same orbs figured incessantly, somehow knowing that the owners of those eyes had something to do with her forgotten past. Wyoming felt her body frozen. The ringing in her ears grew louder. Then her faint hoarse voice mixed with the loud sounds, creating a discordant note in her head. She did not know what happened next as she fell into oblivion, only resurfacing from a deep sleep a few hours later. She opened her eyes and cringed when she saw her surroundings, knowing instinctively where she was. She hated this place. For years, Collins prods her, cajoles her, and threatens her to meet her doctor’s appointment, but every time she does, an ache fills her knowing that another visit means another feeling of failure on her part. “Her blood tests and brain imaging report said she suffers from amnesia.” She heard someone speak
Because of her amnesia, the doctor advised the family not to overcrowd her, giving her enough room to breathe. They tentatively approached her one by one to introduce themselves. The first who embraced her was her father. He hugged her for a long time, only releasing her from time to time to look at her face as if convincing himself that she was real.The feeling was the same thing for her. She could not get enough of her dad. She missed him. But then, how can someone miss anyone they did not remember until now?Tears pooled in both their eyes while they looked at each other, trying to commit to memory the changes each other that time brought. Her father had aged a lot, but he was still one of the most attractive men she knew to date. She giggled at the thought.Her father, if he wanted to, could still snag himself a wife. “Are you dating anyone right now?” Her father sputtered at the question, tousling her short hair abashedly. “Come on, no one’s judging.” She teased some more
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