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________________________..."Suzie?""No. It's me."Willow felt anger rise in her chest. She was not in the mood to listen to whatever this witch had to say."Go away, Trisha. I am not in the mood to tolerate your bullshit." Willow hated how her voice broke at the end of the sentence."Wow, so you can talk." She laughed. "I thought you only let your assistant do the talking for you."Willow hiccupped, violently wiping away her tears. She was a crybaby and she hated it. She ended up crying no matter what - instead of actually being productive and dealing with the problem like an adult."Are you going to open the door or should I get the rest of the office here?" Willow swore as she unlocked the door, hesitating for just a moment. "Well, someone's a mess," Trisha commented as soon as she saw Willow's tear-ridden face. Willow shoved her aside, feeling miserable, and walked over to the sink, opening the tap and splashing water on her face. "You okay?" Trisha must have been the last
__________________________..."This is your idea?" Willow blinked up at the two-story pub tucked away between a barber shop and an unoccupied building. "I think it's a splendid idea." Trisha grinned, all the animosity completely gone from her face. "It's the work slave's equivalent of day drinking. Weekday drinking." "You seem like you do it a lot," Willow commented but there was no judgment in her tone. "Duh. You think everyone's a boring old hag like you?" Willow rolled her eyes. Friend or foe, everyone called her that. Maybe it was the reason why the paparazzi were hell-bent on painting her the gold digger. After all, what could a rich guy see in a girl with no personality except her body? She didn't even have a face worth falling for. She was average at best. "If you are done pitying yourself, can we go in and have some hard liquor?" Trisha seemed to have read her mind and Willow was surprised. "I am sticking to cocktails."She nodded and the two ladies made their way in.
_____________________...Willow turned to Trisha. "Trisha, you just punched my boss! Now I am going to lose my job!""Huh?" Knox quickly moved to shut her mouth with his hand. "She's drunk. She is not able to differentiate between me and her boss." "Yeah, because both are assholes," Trisha said and then proceeded to cackle like a hyena at her own joke. Willow tried to free herself from Knox's grasp and wiggled her index finger at Trisha, trying to convey that it was not the matter. Trisha swayed in her spot and squinted at her finger. "What two? Why are you holding up two fingers?" Trisha asked. "Ahhh... Because there are two assholes. I get it." Willow shook her head. "Wait a minute, WHY ARE YOU TOUCHING HER, YOU CREEP? LET GO OF HER!" Trisha swung her fist again but this time Knox was ready. He blocked her fist with his free hand. "Calm down lady!" Knox hissed. "I am her neighbor!" Trisha paused. "Huh? Why?" The question was directed at Willow. "Pure coincidence," Knox
__________________...Knox didn't get a blink of sleep that night. He had stayed up memorizing as much of Willow's features as he could as she slept in his arms, latched to him like a baby koala. She muttered and sighed and lightly snored, not once giving up her hold on him. "You are killing me, baby," Knox muttered into her soft hair. "Absolutely wrecking me." Willow fluttered her eyes open from the best sleep she had had in a long time. How it was possible would remain a mystery since she was straddling Knox like a child as she slept, not the best of positions for an adult woman to sleep in. Knox could have moved her but this was the closest he had been to Willow in a long time. No, this was the closest they had been physically ever. As for mentally and emotionally, they could not be farther apart right now.As her eyes came into focus, Willow stared at nothing for a few moments, trying to make sense of things. And when she finally became aware of the awkward position she was
___________________...Willow was drinking a cup of cappuccino in a local cafe and nibbling on a blueberry muffin when her phone chimed. She wondered if it was any of the girls but was surprised to find that it was Damien. DAMIEN: Sup, gold digger?Willow rolled her eyes. Give it to seventeen-year-old jocks to joke about something so serious.WILLOW: Nothing much. What's up with you?The reply was almost instant. DAMIEN: Look out the glass. Willow furrowed her eyebrows and looked up, and sure enough the idiot was outside the glass window waving his hand. But he looked so unrecognizable with his hair down, no ink on his skin and in an Anime tee and baggy pants and a bag on his shoulder.Willow looked around, worried there might be some paparazzi lurking about. She didn't want to be called a cougar or pedophile next. Damien made his way in, giving her one more wave before he joined the line for his coffee order. When he had secured his iced macchiato and choco chip cookies, he
___________________...Peter Campell got sacked. Nobody knew what exactly had happened but they all knew it had something to do with the new astonishing friendship between Trisha Panicker and Willow Mason. And Susan Pott. Susan had warmed up to Trisha quicker than anyone had anticipated. She had a problem with her because of how she treated Willow and now that that was over, Susan found no valid reason to have any animosity with the other woman. "You are not a witch after all," Susan told Trisha as they watched the despicable older man leave the premises. He turned around one last time, directing his glare at Willow and Trisha. While Willow squirmed in her spot, Trisha plastered a bright grin onto her face and waved at him enthusiastically making the man seethe in rage. "Trisha..." Willow hissed, reaching for her from where she stood on the other side of Susan. "What?" Trisha grinned at her and then back at the now retreating man. "We have got to give him a warm farewell for a
__________________...It had been a month since Knox moved out and there had been no news from him, no calls, no texts, nothing, which was fine because Willow didn't care. At all. AT ALL.Of course, there was news of him. Him and Mia Thompson. The wedding was in December, in three months. Willow sighed as she stared at the pre-wedding photoshoot pictures that Mia had posted on her Instagram handle. It didn't prick her heart as much as she thought it would have and that was a relief in itself. The day Knox had moved out, and the two weeks following that, Willow had cried herself to sleep like the pathetic loser she was. She was crying over some man who had never been hers. Sure, she had a stupid crush on him like some stupid high school girl but there was nothing to act on. And he was someone else's - This, she had to keep reminding herself because her mind kept replaying the same delusional instances where he had shown some kind of affection toward her. "You don't get paid to
______________________...The persistent ringing of the doorbell penetrated her dreamless sleep. Unable to differentiate reality from her unconsciousness, Willow lay there clueless for a few moments before she jumped up, her eyes on the bedroom door. Knox? No, it was definitely not him. But then who else would be at her door so early in the morning and ringing the bell so insistently?Willow rubbed the sleep out of her eyes and got off the bed, putting on her bunny slippers before waddling over to the security system. She turned it on and raised a brow when she saw who it was. And that who was having an argument with her next-door neighbor Zach Herbert. Willow opened the door."There you are! Tell this asshole I am not some fucking 'intruder'!" Natalie Wright air-quoted as she glared up at Zach who had intercepted her outside for creating a ruckus. "She is my friend." Willow massaged her temple as she turned to Zach. "Sorry about that. She is a menace." "Wow, is that what you
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__________________..."Where are we going?" Willow's eyes widened when she stepped out into the tarmac. She turned to her husband. "Knox-""We are going on honeymoon, wifey.""What about our children?" She was already stressed. "Jay is still breastfeeding, Knox. We can't go!""There is enough breastmilk to last him two days, wifey." He emphasized the word. "And our family will take care of our children.""But-""Whether we are here in the city or on our honeymoon, I don't plan to share you with anyone, darling. Not even with our sons. So take your pick." He cut her off, winking as he threw his arms around her waist.Willow looked over at the private jet waiting for them, and she knew that she didn't really have a choice. Also, she would be lying if she said she was not excited herself. "Alright, I guess I can spare two days for you." She teased, leaning into his embrace.Once on air and the seatbelts came off, Knox didn't waste any time, his hands immediately finding their way to h
_________________...A FEW MONTHS LATER...."Knox, get out!" Willow glared at her groom, even though she knew there was no use. He was not going to move from there."Knox, how many times do I have to tell you it's bad luck to see the bride before the ceremony?" Melanie hit her son's head with her purse."It's fine." Knox rolled his eyes. "We have been married in my head for years now." He winked at his bride.Willow gave him a flat look before looking down on their three-month-old son latched to her nipple. "Don't fall asleep on me, Jay. I can't feed you in the middle of the ceremony. And your annoying Dadda want it the traditional way so it's going to be long."Knox leaned down and kissed Jayden's forehead. "Take your sweet time, baby. There's no rush.""He has a boob fetish, doesn't he?" Trisha gagged as she walked in along with Susan and Natalie. "He just loves her boobs.""He loves everything about her." Natalie smiled as she set down the wedding bouquet."Especially her boobs
__________________...'Engaged for five whole years. Why the delay even with second child on the way?''Juicy details into Knox Wright and his baby momma's life!''Is the wedding ever going to happen?''Is Knox Wright protecting his wealth from the gold digger?'Willow sniffled as she read the article titles, a bowl of caramelized popcorn on her heavily pregnant belly."Babe, we are back!"She wiped at her tears as soon as she heard Knox's voice."Mommy, we are home!" Came her little Tyler's adorable voice.Willow quickly put aside the phone and bowl, fixing her expression. "In here, my loves!"Knox walked in with a sleepy Tyler in his arms, a tired but happy smile on his face as he made his way to the nursery. "How was your day?" He called to her. "No massage is ever going to fix this backache." Willow sighed. "I need this little guy out! Now!" She poked at her belly as she struggled to get off the couch and follow her boys. She was due any day now but forget labor pain, she rar
______________...Willow smiled at the dumbfounded look on Knox's face."Now let's go. I will talk Nat out of this and you find some way to get her out of this." She said.Knox just continued to stare at her."What?""You are... Are you a fucking angel?" He asked. "Is your heart made of gold?"She rolled her eyes. "Eww, when did you become this cringe?"Knox chuckled, his hand reaching up to wipe away her tears. "Since the day I realized you were the woman who could break down every wall I had built around my heart."She narrowed her eyes at him. "You know, I am not the old Willow who used to swoon at your cheesy lines.""But you still love me," Knox said, his voice softer than she had heard it in a long time."Yeah." She replied without any hesitation. "I do love you."Knox laughed out loud, a laugh so blissful that it melted the last of the ice in her heart as he possessively wrapped his arms around her. "There's me who came here to say my final goodbye before turning myself in f
___________________..."Knox." Willow's voice came out breezy. "Willow." He straightened up and gestured to her apartment door. "Can we talk?" She couldn't bring herself to form words so she simply nodded.Her hand trembled as she unlocked the door and stepped aside to let him in."You are going somewhere?" He asked again as Willow closed the door behind them."Yes, I was planning to." She turned to him, her eyes brimming with unshed tears."Where?" He asked."Home." She said. "I needed to talk to you. But you are already here.""You heard about Natalie." It wasn't a question, but a statement that hung in the air between them.Willow nodded."And how did that make you feel?"It was a difficult question. She knew the answer and she hated herself for that answer."I don't want her to go to jail." Willow finally spoke, deciding that for once, she would not be a coward.She let out a humorless chuckle as she walked over to her couch and plopped down on it, looking up at Knox and gest
_________________...The call came during her lunch break.It was Thursday and she had not heard from Natalie or Knox since Natalie's visit.Willow wanted to call Knox and ask him if he was okay.She still was not sure if she wanted to give him a second chance but from what Natalie told her, Willow understood his stand and she also realized that she could not blame him for it.Natalie was his sister - protecting her had been his responsibility since the day she was born. He was wrong in his way but his intentions were not vile.Yeah, yeah. Keep defending him. How can you forget that he is as much a sinner of your family as Natalie is?Her inner voice was relentless in its criticism of her.Maybe Willow was too forgiving. Maybe she was just dumb and desperate for Knox. Or maybe she had accepted the fact that as she had tried to convince Natalie so many years ago, she was only a kid when it happened and he was just trying to protect her. And what could punishing Natalie achieve now?
___________________...Willow started awake from another erotic dream, her panties drenched and her nipples rock hard.It had been three weeks since their night on the beach and she hadn't heard from Knox since.They had said their final goodbyes, and she had offered to see him off at the airport.But he had declined."I don't want to walk away from you again." He had said.Willow sighed into her hand as she looked at the time. It was eleven in the morning. She was sleeping in on a Sunday because she had nothing better to do.Her phone buzzed on the nightstand. She picked it up to see a text from the guard downstairs.GUARD: NATALIE WRIGHT IS HERE TO SEE YOU!!!!!Willow's heart stopped.Natalie.The woman who was like her own sister to her.The woman who had murdered her family.What did she want?Willow threw on a robe and rushed to the door, her heart racing. She had not seen Natalie since the day she had found out the truth.She had let the guard know that Natalie could come in.
_____________________...Work went excruciatingly slow.Willow's mind was elsewhere, replaying every moment of the night and morning with Knox on a loop. Her body felt like it was still buzzing with the aftershocks of their passion.But she had to focus. She had to get through the day.After a night of sleeplessness, one would expect her to be exhausted after the hectic work day but she was buzzing with life.She messaged Knox.WILLOW: Where are we going?The reply came almost instantly.KNOX: Nowhere fancy. Wear your prettiest casual fit.Willow rolled her eyes at his text but couldn't help the smile that tugged at her lips.She didn't care if it looked like she was trying too hard.She put on a pretty lilac floral dress and white canvas.She tied her sleek short hair half-up and she put on jewelry to match.And she went for minimal makeup, blushing at the thought of it all being ruined anyway by their passion that was to follow dinner.Knox had told her that he would be picking h