I know I was supposed to rest today, but I couldn't. I went for a check-up, and I did not like the news. I will be undergoing treatment starting tomorrow, and my meds will render me useless most days. They said the worst part would only take a week. I want to finish this book, and honestly, writing keeps me happy, especially our interactions. Because of this, I will be pausing all my books and only updating this one. Unfortunately, I won't be able to update two chapters daily because of my condition. The best I can do for the next eight days is one chapter a day. As for Underwater, the updates won't be regular too, and when they come, it would be one chapter at a time because I would have to write and edit during my waking hours. Please bear with me. Thank you
~Sylvester~Our little love session in the office helped me gain some focus. When Tamia linked me about being stressed, I did not think twice about it. We had spent the past three days working and doing a lot of mental work. I had not been able to spend time with my mate, hold her hands, have a picn
When Tamia linked me, I had to excuse myself from the meeting and go to the office. We had been at it for two days. I need a break. Tamia had been questioning and torturing people for two days. She needs a break. While I walked to my office, I was mad. I was pissed off and prayed that I catch thi
"Dominic will join us soon," I told him, and he smiled at me."Thank you for inviting us; I did not think I would ever be allowed to enter this place," he confessed, and I frowned."Why is that?" I asked him, and he sighed."Well, I heard I was being hunted by you. A woman called Jenny said your mot
~Sylvester~I returned to the lounge while Tamia helped settle David and his family in. I wonder why Dominic did not show up to meet the guy. I knew my brother was petty like our mother. He knew Alissa, and she was mean to him and our mother. It was normal that he would avoid her son and not want to
"Anyway, Jenny liked to keep records," I said, going back to the topic of discussion, and they were attentive."According to those records, she had a child with my father, or so she said. It could have been anyone's child, but she claimed it was my father's. Her husband was late by then, and she occ
On my way, I saw my mother at my door. She must have been knocking. I wondered why she did not bother to link me."Why didn't you link me?" I asked her, and she smiled."I have a headache just thinking that bitch's son is in here," She said, and I sighed.I opened my door and let her into my room."
~Tamia~ Getting Nicole and the children settled in wasn't a challenge. The children were pleasant and a joy to have around. They were eight years old, and I was a bit envious of them but glad I had my little bundle of joy growing inside me. "Lady Tamia, I am grateful that you would welcome us into
"Amanda," I said, and she left the window and approached me. She looked like she had aged a bit from the last time I saw her at the Arena. "Lady Tamia," she said and bowed her head to show her respect. "Why?" was all I could ask her. We stood there for a few seconds, and she looked at me. I knew