Alex“Sun’s coming up,”said a voice beside me.I looked up, and put down my glass.The bar was emptying out, and gradually the patrons who’d been partying into the early hours of the morning had finally made their way home. But I was still here: I’d arrived an hour ago, after pacing the streets, and had been nursing a Manhattan at an upstairs table.“How did you find me here?” I said.“I asked where Alex Lowe goes to drink,” said my father. He stood, looking rather helpless and sad. His face had a rounded, smooth quality that mine didn’t, and if you cleaned him up a bit, he’d look pretty young for his age. He had to be almost seventy. “You’re quite famous, you know,” he added.“And how long,” I said, leaning over the table, “did it take you to find that suit to put on?”“Not long,” said Max. “Do you mind if I sit down?”“What is this?” I said. “An ambush? Did Lola send you here?”“No,” said my dad. “And if you don’t mind me saying so, you were rather too harsh on her. Not her fault tha
LolaI was out-of-my mind scared now. And the worst part was that I was alone. I couldn’t have asked Zeke to come out here by himself. And plus, I had a feeling about the warehouse in Red Hook. Something about that place I knew well, the wide, open industrial spaces with strange, bleak views of dockyard and the city beyond. Somehow I knew that Macy would be here, at this one.What I didn’t know was where exactly, or where Luca was keeping her. The address:110 Petersen Ave, was an enormous old factory that had been converted into a warehouse. I knew I’d gotten there when the cab passed by an old, red-brick wall, and I saw the place behind a set of gates, wrought-iron with1—1—0carved above them.“Anywhere here’s fine,” I said, and got out. It was still drizzling a little, and even from here, I could hear the rain tapping on the roof of the warehouse. I went to the gate, and discovered it was unlocked. I was dressed in a hoodie and a baseball cap I’d borrowed from Sebastien, but even so,
Alex“Well, look who’s come to join us,” said Luca. “And just in the nick of time, too.” He whirled, taking Macy with him, and now the gun was trained on Alex. “Have you brought me my money, ‘Lex?”“You know how this thing goes,” I replied. I held up the dark satchel on my arm. “I’ve got it right here. But you don’t get to look at a cent until that little girl’s standing here next to me.”“Take me instead,” said Lola. My eyes flashed towards her, and they met. And for a sudden moment, I realized that I’d come back because it was the right thing to do, but also because I loved her. I loved Lola Ryder, whatever that meant, and I’d do anything to keep her and the tiny, dark-haired girl in Luca’s grasp safe.“I don’t think you’re in any position to keep me waiting, ‘Lex,” said Luca. “After all, I’m the one who’s holding the gun.”“You might be holding the gun,” I said, playing for time. “But I’ll wager you’re not the best shot with it.”“I don’t need it foryou,” said Luca, and held the gu
LolaShewasbrave,wasmy little girl. Brave from beginning to end. All the nurses said so.“You’ve been a pleasure to take care of,” smiled the nurse, as she kneeled down and put the colorful plaster on the tiny cut on Macy’s head.“Is my mommy okay?” she said.“Well, she looks okay to me,” said the nurse, standing up and smiling at me. “Cute kid,” she said.“Is that it?” I said. “Nothing else?”“She’s probably going to have a few nightmares,” said the pediatrician. “Who wouldn’t after that?”“Well, nightmares are fine. We can cope with nightmares.”“If there’s anything either of you find it hard to cope with,” said the doctor. “You can call me. And I’ll give you something light to sleep later.”“I think we need it,” I said.“Can I sleep in your bed tonight, mommy?” said Macy, looking up at me. I brushed her hair off her face. My daughter. The most resilient little girl in the world.“You’re sleeping in my bed every night for a week,” I said sternly. “No arguments.”The children’s ward
AlexI practically left her off balance when I leaped from the shower and kissed Lola. But then, as I cradled her, with nothing but a towel around my waist, she put a hand knowingly to her lips. And then I remembered that Macy was fast asleep.“It’s three walls of soundproofed insulation,” I said.“I still want to be quiet,” Lola said, playfully.I grinned and wrapped my arms around her head as I kissed her. In turn, she put her arms around me, and the feeling of the soft linen material of her shirt as it pressed against my naked back was ecstasy. In the low light of my bedroom, I picked her up easily, and span her as we kissed, making her a little dizzy. By the time I threw her onto the bed, cushioning her fall with my arms, I knew that Lola was my plaything. Not anxious, not nervous now, just in need of the comfort I could give her. In need of the desire and delight which I gave her. And for me? Lola tended to my body, which had been broken but was making a wonderful recovery.She pu
LolaThree months later,ona Sunday in Manhattan, while the Summer was ending and the trees in Central Park had begun to go red and golden brown, the day came.I was late, as my father and I sped down 5thAvenue. My dad had never been to New York before, though my mom had.“Look atthat,” he said. And I turned around, watching the Flatiron building in the distance.“You having fun there, Dad?” I said. “Anything important to do today?”He turned around, and blushed. “I’m sorry, sweetheart. It’s just…it’s all so much to take in.”And it was. There were so many preparations to make that I didn’t know where to begin. It had all seemed so easy when the wedding was fake. I’d breezed through the decisions enjoying myself. But this time had been hectic.It was worth it, though. Worth it for this moment, to have my dad and my mom by my side.When we pulled up at St. Thomas’s, I saw that Sara was waiting for me. I got out of the car, my dad holding me by the hand.“You look a million dollars,” she
My mystery donor gave me twins.I need money, but what boss would let me bring my baby twins to work? Just when it looks like I'm done for... HE answers my ad.Cassius Anderson is rich, powerful, and he looks amazing in a suit. He says he needs someone to do light work for him at his home office. Most importantly, my twins can come with me.Everything he offers makes it sound like he has a huge heart.But he doesn't.He's given me a great job and a place to stay, so why does he act so cold? So distant?I'm sure he hates me... until the first time he kisses me.After that, he's a whole different man—someone who can't get enough, who won't stop touching me.What I don't know is that Cassius has a huge secret.And it's going to change my whole world when I find out what it is."This is a standalone novel "
“You’re fired, Manila.”I stare at my boss Mark for a solid minute. I cannot have heard him right. He’s sitting there watching me, waiting for a reaction. “Sorry?” I ask, after a long, deafening silence.He reaches across the table to pat my hand. “It’s nothing personal. It’s just, you know, you’ve been gone for so long…”“I had maternity leave!” I shove my chair back, leaping to my feet. “I am taking care of two newborns. Twins! I’m doing it all by myself –”“Well, that was your choice,” he points out.I ball up my fists at my sides. “How is that any different from Rebecca? Or Marcy, or Tamara?” I list every woman in this office with kids of her own. Marcy took an extra month of maternity leave last year after a complication with her pregnancy led to an emergency C-section. Tamara works from home Mondays and Fridays to have extra time with her three kids after her good-for-nothing husband walked out on her. What’s different about me?“You chose to bring those kids into the world with
I held the door for her to get into the car. My dad picked up Makayla so she could give Deira one last hug while I walked around to get into the driver's side. We waved at everyone, and I drove away. As we wove through the grounds of the estate, I kept looking over, stealing glances at Deira as the dappled sunlight flitted over her, turning her hair gold and making her skin glow. I could feel heat pooling in my groin and a desperate need coursing through my veins. I thought again at how long it would be until we got to the hotel that night, and decided it was simply too long.Instead of turning toward the main road, I looped us around toward the back of the estate. I remembered a particularly secluded spot that was perfect for what I had in mind. A few minutes later, I pulled the car to a stop."Is something wrong?" Deira asked, looking over at me curiously."Nothing's wrong," I replied with a wicked grin. "I just don't want to wait until we get to Hawaii." When she realized what I me
CASSIUSThree Months LaterDeira made a beautiful bride.Watching her walk down the aisle toward me, with all our family and friends present, I knew that I had made the right choice in asking her to marry me. In fact, I knew that every choice I had made since that moment I decided to step into that steam room, despite it unexpectedly being occupied, had been the right choice.It was a simple ceremony, because once I'd proposed and she'd accepted, we both wanted things to move quickly. Neither of us saw a reason to wait. So, our whole wedding party was just three people. Scott was my one groomsman, and Dani was her one bridesmaid, and Makayla was the flower girl. In fact, Makayla was something of a flower empress, having demanded to be put in charge of all the floral decisions for the wedding. When that happened, Deira just laughed and looked at me."She gets this from you, you know," she had said, smirking.For my part, I thought she had made great decisions. The flowers looked beauti
A few days later,I was standing outside a hospital room, fidgeting with my dress. Cassius took my hand, pulling it away from the floral garment."You look great," he whispered. "Don't worry." We were about to go into his mother's hospital room, where his parents were waiting to meet Makayla and I for the first time. Makayla was bopping excitedly beside me. She had been on cloud nine ever since Cassius and I had explained that she had grandparents, and they were waiting to meet her. I, on the other hand, was very nervous."Ready?" Cassius asked. I took a deep breath, and nodded.It turned out that I didn't have anything to be nervous about. Cassius's father immediately stood up and gave me a warm hug, and his mother insisted I come sit by her so she could hold my hand and talk to me. They both were very kind to me and, more importantly, to Makayla. Just as she'd been with Cassius, Makayla seemed instantly at ease with them. It didn't take long before she was chatting away to them, talk
DEIRALeave it to Cassius to make a dramatic entrance, I reflected as I stared at him from afar. Whether it was barging into my steam room or crashing into my car or running through the airport yelling my name, he never did anything subtly. I looked at him, standing there breathing heavily. Had he run through the airport looking for me?I glanced back at Dani, and she raised an eyebrow. She didn't have to say anything more for me to understand the question she was asking. That raised eyebrow said, well, what are you going to do? It might as well have said, well, Deira, what do you want? I hadn't expected to have to answer that question at the airport, right before we went through security, but apparently, that's what was happening. Now I had two choices.I could turn my back on Cassius, take Makayla's hand, and walk through the security gate toward a totally new life, or I could go over to Cassius and ask him why he was here. I could give him one last chance to be part of my life. It
CASSIUSThough my mother was doing well, I still spent the next week or so in the hospital. Now that I'd reconciled with my parents, I wanted them to know that I was there for them. But also, I knew that once I returned to my real life, I would need to talk to Deira, and I wasn't ready. Not because I wasn't sure what to say—in fact, the opposite. I knew that I wanted Makayla and Deira to be part of my life now, and forever. But we'd had such a rocky path, I was a little scared of how Deira would respond to me.So, I put it off for days, until my mom finally prodded me to leave the hospital."You've been here forever," she said. "Go home, get a shower, and get a good night's sleep. And then, once you're refreshed, maybe talk to your girlfriend about us meeting our granddaughter." She winked at me."She's not my girlfriend, Mom," I protested, feeling like a teenager."But you like her, right?" my mother asked, and all I could do was grin in response. "See," she continued. "You have to g
The next morning, Dani took Makayla to school on her way to work, letting me sleep in. I laid around her apartment all morning in my pajamas, then went for a quick run before getting myself some lunch. I was very consciously not thinking about work, or Cassius, or anything else. I had half-expected him to call me at some point, but he didn't, and I couldn't help but be relieved. I didn't think I could talk to him until I decided what to do about Mr. White.In the afternoon, I picked up Makayla from school and took her to the park to play. That night, the three of us made pasta and played board games. It was nice to have some time to just have fun, without thinking about all of the stress of the past few months. The next day, after dropping off Makayla at school, I found myself thinking about my blog. I hadn't thought about it in months. I went to the home page and started looking over some of my past entries. Before long, I found myself writing down ideas for new posts. It had been ye
DEIRA I had hurried inside after getting out of Cassius's car, but I didn't want to go back to Dani's apartment when I was so upset. I waited until I saw Cassius drive away, and then I went back out to take a walk around the neighborhood. I had meant to calm down, but I found myself reliving our conversation and soon I was crying. Cassius not believing me about Mr. White hurt even more than I had let on. I'd let out all my anger on him, but beneath the anger was a deep pain and a sense of betrayal. Why did he think I would make something like that up? What did I have to gain from that? And did our relationship mean so little to him that the word of an employee he barely knew was better than my word? That last part stung more than I wanted to admit. For all the ups and downs of our relationship, it had never felt meaningless to me, but it seemed for Cassius this always came second to his job. He believed Mr. White over me, just like he had taken a business call instead of watching
After I got my dad calmed down, I went to find the doctor. I wanted a clear understanding of the accident and my mother's injuries. The doctor confirmed that the coma appeared to be because her body had been through a trauma, and that there was nothing worrying on the scans. All her other injuries were minor, especially considering the severity of the accident, but we wouldn't know her true status until she woke up. I made sure he understood that I was the point person now, and that my mom was to want for nothing. He nodded and reiterated that there was nothing to be done but wait. The waiting was excruciating.I found myself wanting to call Deira, but remembering the look on her face as she'd slammed the car door, I didn't think that was a good idea. I called Scott instead. He offered to come to the hospital, but I asked him to take care of the business instead. That way, I could concentrate on taking care of my parents."Of course, man. Whatever you need. Anything else I can do?" he
The address wasn't far, and I made it there in twenty minutes. Deira was just taking Makayla inside when I pulled up. I waited in the car and a few minutes later she emerged. I was going to get out and meet her, but she walked right to the car and got into the passenger seat."I can't talk long," she said. "But I realized storming off like that earlier wasn't helpful, so I wanted to try to explain." She fidgeted, like she was nervous."I did talk to Mr. White," I said, wondering if what he said was true, and now she was nervous because she regretted her actions. At his name, she glanced over at me sharply."Did he admit what happened?" she asked, seeming surprised."He told me his side of things. Why don't you tell me yours?" At the phrasehis side of things, her face fell. She looked down at her hands and took a deep breath. Finally, she spoke."He accused me of sleeping with you to get my job," she said quietly."What?!" I hadn't been expecting that at all, and I was so shocked I fel