He took the stairs in quick strides, only allowing himself to stop when he reached the second-floor landing, his chest heaving profusely from exertion and anger.
He took deep breaths to fill his lungs with air, and when he finally got enough, he walked to his grandfather’s room in quick strides. He did not bother to knock. He twisted the knob open and pushed his way in, surprising his grandfather, who was lounging on his settee with a nurse looking after him.
“Cayden, you did not inform me that you are coming.” Noah Ellish, though registering a look of surprise on his face, did not let on as he said in his usual commanding voice. His shoulders tensed when he noted the angry expression on his grandson's face.
“You wanted to say something.” Cayden folded his hands and placed them atop the table before focusing his gaze on his best friend.James mimicked his friend’s pose and asked confidentially, “Supposing Wyoming is pregnant, who will you choose?” James watched as contradicting emotions flitted on Cayden’s face. He looked conflicted, but after a while, his best friend shook his head no and looked him squarely in the eye.“Don’t try to muddle my mind with what ifs. It could not take another beating. It had been battered enough since finding out about Tori’s condition and how grandpa drove her off.” Cayden told James earlier about what he learned - how his grandfather used his money to pay off Tori to leave.“Besides, it would be too early to tell if Wyoming is pregnant,” Cayden said as if convincing himself of the impossibility of getting Wy
Wyoming woke up feeling like a truck ran her over. She wanted to sleep some more, but could not ignore her bladder’s call for release.She groaned in protest when she forced herself to get up from bed, trudging her way to the bathroom to relieve herself.She was still half-asleep when she felt a queasy feeling around her stomach, making it lurch. Bile rose through her throat. She quickly put her panties on and went to the sink to throw up.When she felt that she already vomited the entire contents of her stomach, she wiped her mouth and opened the tap to gurgle water.Once down, she walked slowly back to the bedroom, feeling tired and spent.She climbed back to bed, noticing that the other side hadn’t been slept on. She took her phone and looked at the time. It’s two o’clock in the morning. She then swiped her messages and checked whether Cayden sent her a message, but there was non
Marcus told Alicia about the confrontation between Noah and Cayden, causing the former another trip to the emergency room for chest pains. Noah informed Marcus earlier that Cayden was determined to marry Tori at all costs. Now, he’s telling her. “What about my daughter?” Alicia asked, her face full of concern.She got off Marcus’s embrace and paced the floor, guilty for throwing her daughter to Cayden and worried, too. Maybe if she did not put Wyoming’s name on the list of eligible ladies to become Cayden’s replacement bride, Cayden would not choose her. Her daughter would not suffer this heartache.“I shouldn’t have done that.” Regret laced her voice.Marcus stood up and tenderly wrapped his arms around his wife’s waist in a silent offer of comfort, which the latter accepted without complaints.Alicia took strength from Marcus
It took Cayden an hour before he reached their home.When he got inside their room, Wyoming was already waiting for him. She was looking outside the window, her back to the door.When she heard the knob turn, she did not immediately turn around. Only when Cayden walked to her back and dropped a kiss on her cheek did she finally have the courage to face him.“Where have you been?” She asked and instantly saw the guilty look in his eyes.Cayden did not incline to answer. He did not know why but he felt that he was not ready to tell her things concerning Tori.He remembered James’s point-blank quest
Cayden stirred, glancing accidentally to his left. When his gaze focused on the clock hanging on the wall of the living room, he scrambled out of the couch, where he dozed off. “Why didn’t you wake me up?” He asked Tori, who was sitting on the other couch accusingly, wiping his face off the vestiges of sleep as he did so. Tori glanced at him, roused from her stupor, and smiled apologetically.“You looked exhausted. I do not have the heart to wake you up.” “But you should have. It’s late. I have to go home.” Cayden muttered, running his fingers to his hair as he did so. He looked around him for his phone and key fob and stepped out without throwing another glance at Tori.“Can’t you stay the night? It is already late. It is safer if you stay here.” Tori said, following behind. She was hoping he would sleep in the master bedroom with her. Cayden never does that. As always, when he needed to watch over her, he would sleep on the couch.He stopped to unlock the main door. “I
“Cayden, where are you?” Cayden met the question in stoic silence. If it weren’t for its continuous ringing, disturbing him from his sleep, he would not have answered the d*mn call. Impatience crossed his unkempt features, but he did not utter a word, remaining silent on his end of the line. Even if he wanted to answer, he couldn’t because his mouth felt like cotton. He rubbed a finger to his bloodshot eyes and sighed. He looked around his room - the bedroom he shared with Wyoming and saw beer cans scattered all over the floor. He rose from the floor. In his drunkenness, he was not able to transfer to the bed before sleep claimed him. He tripped on an empty bottle of Whisky and it rolled off the floor. Cayden stumbled but quickly pressed his palms on the wall for support, groaning in pain. He kicked the other cans that littered the path to the bathroom and swore under his breath. If Wyoming could have seen this mess, he bet he would get a thorough scolding. But she could not see
Wyoming felt her pulse quicken as beads of sweat dotted her forehead. With eyes closed, she shook her head, as if the action could help her block out the danger coming her way. Then she stirred. Something jolted her to consciousness and realized she was having a nightmare. Panting, she desperately bent her head, her hands gently caressing her slightly bulged tummy, and gasped in a sigh as relief gushed over her. A sob escaped her lips when she realized her baby was safe.She thought she had lost her. Wyoming whimpered, blocking out that irascible thought from her mind. She does not want to think about that possibility. Her hand searched the bed for her pillow. When she found it, she clutched it protectively to her front like a shield while in her mind's eye, a blurred image played in recollection of her dreams. She shuddered as fear gripped her body. She dreamt her baby had been taken away from her. A shadow glazed her dull eyes. She thought it was real. It felt too real. She
“We are here, Mr. Ellish.” Cayden’s driver told him after the car ground to a halt. Cayden opened his eyes and lifted his head from slumping on the backrest. Straightening his body to an upright position, Cayden turned his head to look out the tinted side window to check his surroundings. He noticed that his driver stopped the car outside the hospital’s main entrance. He got out of the car and walked sluggishly to the main lobby to find his parents waiting for him. He faltered in his steps. Surprise registered on his face at the sight of his parents. Though at the back of his mind, seeing them there shouldn’t have come as a surprise to him. Knowing Alicia, whatever conflicts they may have in the family, he knew she would insist on coming here. She would be there to support him. He looked away, suddenly feeling guilty, but before he turned his head around to pretend he did not see him, he saw Alicia’s eyes light up in recognition. It was Alicia who first saw him. She
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