As soon as news of our engagement spread through the media, it quickly became the talk of the town across various news platforms in Seattle. True to form, there were a handful of envious individuals who seized the opportunity to launch a barrage of insults at me, resorting to all kinds of derogatory names. Some even went as far as suggesting that I must have employed supernatural means to captivate Noah's affections, questioning how a prosperous and youthful man could possibly be enamored by someone like me. Fortunately, my loyal friends emerged as my staunch defenders, taking on the trolls and even granting interviews on Instagram live streams to clear my tarnished reputation.Both Noah and I have consistently turned down interview requests, including those from reputable media outlets. His stance was that our relationship is not open for public scrutiny, a sentiment I wholeheartedly share. In accordance with our mutual decision, we have chosen to have a destination wedding at a ser
As I walked towards Brian's apartment, my heart raced with anticipation. It had been two long months since we had last seen each other, and I couldn't wait to wrap my arms around him and feel his warm embrace. I imagined the sweet kisses we would share and the passionate lovemaking that would follow.However, as I drew closer, my excitement turned to confusion and then to shock. I heard a woman's voice, moaning in ecstasy, and my heart sank. Was Brian cheating on me? I couldn't believe it. But the sounds coming from inside his apartment were unmistakable.Driven by a mix of anger and curiosity, I approached the window and peered inside. What I saw made my blood boil. There, on the bed, was a beautiful caramel-skinned woman writhing in pleasure, with my boyfriend on top of her, lost in the throes of passion.As he explored the depths of her vagina with his tongue, every movement felt like a symphony in his mouth. She was his instrument to play, and he was the master musician who knew ex
He took a deep breath and gazed into my eyes, delivering the words that every girl dreams of hearing, "Will you marry me?"The thought of finally finding my "prince charming" made my heart skip a beat. However, the romantic moment that I had envisioned was quickly shattered by what followed."Are you serious? Is it your hobby to scare strangers you meet in parks with the prospect of marriage? I don't even know you!" I exclaimed, trying to make sense of the situation.Frustrated, he pleaded with me, "Please, just hear me out."Despite my reservations, I decided to stay and listen to what he had to say."I come from one of the wealthiest families in this area," he explained, as if that was all there was to it.I couldn't help but roll my eyes. It was the biggest understatement I had heard all year.Ignoring my reaction, he continued, "I've just graduated from the University, and my parents are on my neck to get married to a 'nice girl,' settle down, and be in charge of the family busines
As the sun peeked over the horizon and Adele's catchy tune "Hello" filled my room, I begrudgingly answered my blaring phone. My voice sounded groggy as I croaked out a hesitant "Hello?" into the receiver."ARE YOU STILL ASLEEP?" Jasper's voice boomed through the line, catching me off guard and making me jump in bed. Irritated by his sudden outburst, I snapped back, "Jeez! What the hell are you yelling for?""We were supposed to meet today!" He replied impatiently.I glanced at my watch and realized it was only 9:00 am. I couldn't understand why he was in such a rush. It wouldn't take all day to meet his friends, would it?Before I could respond, he interrupted, "Just be ready in 30 minutes. I'm coming to pick you up." And with that, he abruptly hung up."Well, good morning to you, too," I muttered under my breath, reluctantly dragging myself out of my warm, cozy bed.In a frenzy, I hastily threw on some clothes, took a quick shower, and let my hair air dry. I brushed my teeth, applied
Jasper's POV As I hastily cleaned up the spilled beer, my eyes were drawn to her. She exuded a captivating aura, as though she belonged on the front cover of a magazine. It was as if a fairy godmother had worked her magic, transforming the unassuming maid into a stunning Cinderella. I found myself filled with regret for not having pursued her romantically instead of just settling for a business deal. Despite her undeniable beauty, I couldn't help but notice that she seemed to have a penchant for high-maintenance habits. She had received multiple calls about unpaid bills in the short time I had known her, and I wondered what she spent so much money on. Perhaps it was food, as I had never seen a woman eat so voraciously. Nevertheless, it was refreshing to be in the company of someone who defied societal norms and didn't care about appearances.Unlike the other women I had dated, she didn't aggressively pursue me, but she had a knack for spending money just like them. It was perplexing -
I was utterly taken aback when I discovered that Cassandra held a degree in biology and had aspired to become a surgeon. However, due to financial constraints, she had settled for studying medical microbiology and had taken up a job as a waitress to support herself. Her determination and hard work, despite her challenging circumstances, left me in awe.As I observed Cassandra, I found myself developing a newfound respect for her. She had overcome significant adversity and was unwavering in her pursuit of a fulfilling life. Perhaps our arrangement could be an opportunity for her to realize her dreams after all.A smile crept across my face as I witnessed Cassandra expertly navigate the room, effortlessly captivating everyone she interacted with, including usually reserved David, who nodded in appreciation. As the evening progressed, more friends joined us, including Cassandra's best friend Jane. It was evident that Jane was skeptical of our story, as her suspicious glances betrayed her
Shock registered in her widened eyes, but it was quickly replaced by a softness as Mrs. Madison wrapped her arms around me in a warm embrace. "Congratulations, my dear. You've certainly tamed this young man," she said with a kind smile.Jasper, on the other hand, looked less pleased by the attention. His expression hardened as he observed our interaction, clearly annoyed. I could feel the weight of my guilt settling in my stomach as Mrs. Madison went about her morning routine. The lie I had told was beginning to take its toll on me. I turned away before it could consume me entirely.I went to Jasper's room to retrieve my clothes, but as I held up my old purple t-shirt, I was met with his disapproving gaze. "You can't possibly wear that again," he remarked snidely.I shot him a sharp retort, but held my tongue as he reminded me of the charade we had agreed upon. After all, he was my boss, and I had to play along with this facade for the next year. It was super frustrating, to say the le
As I met his inquisitive gaze, he posed the question, "Shouldn't you tell her about your upcoming wedding?" My composure wavered, and I shook my head in response."It's not necessary for her to know," I replied, mustering a forced smile. "I'll visit her occasionally, and within a year, we'll both be single again."He seemed to want to press further, but he held back. Changing the topic, I took a sip of the lukewarm coffee that had been served by Mrs. Madison a few minutes ago and asked, "What does your dad do?"Jasper pondered for a moment before replying, "Have you heard of the renowned architect John Benson?"I couldn't help but snort, causing a large droplet of coffee to land on Jasper's less-than-attractive T-shirt. "You mean the John Benson? The mastermind behind Benson Enterprises?" I clarified.Jasper smirked, clearly pleased that I recognized his father's achievements. With a portfolio spanning across the globe, John Benson was undeniably wealthy. "Yes, that's him," Jasper conf
As soon as news of our engagement spread through the media, it quickly became the talk of the town across various news platforms in Seattle. True to form, there were a handful of envious individuals who seized the opportunity to launch a barrage of insults at me, resorting to all kinds of derogatory names. Some even went as far as suggesting that I must have employed supernatural means to captivate Noah's affections, questioning how a prosperous and youthful man could possibly be enamored by someone like me. Fortunately, my loyal friends emerged as my staunch defenders, taking on the trolls and even granting interviews on Instagram live streams to clear my tarnished reputation.Both Noah and I have consistently turned down interview requests, including those from reputable media outlets. His stance was that our relationship is not open for public scrutiny, a sentiment I wholeheartedly share. In accordance with our mutual decision, we have chosen to have a destination wedding at a ser
After precisely two months of reconciling with Noah , I made the decision to organize a surprise birthday celebration for him. With his 33rd birthday approaching, my aim was to create an intimate and elegant party to honor him. To bring this event to life, I sought the assistance of his closest friends, Fredrick and Jamiu, as well as his parents. They were all eager to contribute and help organize the occasion. Today, his family will be traveling from Spain to Seattle to attend the party, which will take place at the lavish residence of their family friend, Mr. Matthew Dawnson, a billionaire tycoon.Marilyn, who suggested the venue, assured me that Matthew's house in Seattle was the ideal location for the type of party I have envisioned. As it turns out, she was absolutely correct. The mansion occupied a vast expanse of land that seemed to extend infinitely, bordered by the tranquil waterfront of Kirkland lagoon.It felt as though we've stepped into a breathtaking Caribbean paradise r
Acting on a tip from Marilyn, I decided to visit one of Noah's clubs where an artist signed to his record label was performing tonight. Noah was unaware of my surprise visit, although he knew his mother had come to see me earlier. She had asked if she should inform him about my desire to meet up, but I declined, as I was the one who had cut ties with him and explicitly forbade him from contacting me again.As I approached the entrance, the bouncers inquired if my name was on the guest list. For the first time, doubts crept into my mind, questioning the wisdom of my impromptu visit. A sense of déjà vu washed over me, reminiscent of the day months ago when I went to Noah's residence for an unexpected meet up. That particular evening marked the beginning of our relationship and held the significance of our first intimate encounter. The memory brought a smile to my face, instilling in me the confidence to proceed with my purpose for the night.Approaching one of the colossal bouncers, I
The children and I didn't make it downstairs until slightly past 10 a.m. It had been an incredible night, courtesy of my unexpected visit from my cousin, Samuel , who asked if he could spend the weekend with us. I was delighted to have his company, and thanks to him, we stayed up later than usual, engaging in enjoyable games, a family karaoke session, and indulging in the junk food he had brought along.Luckily, today was Saturday, so there was no need to wake up at the crack of dawn to prepare for school and work. Samuel was still asleep on the couch in the living room where we had left him the previous night. I signaled to the girls to be quiet as we stealthily made our way to the kitchen to prepare breakfast."What are we having for breakfast?" Anna inquired eagerly. "I'm famished!""Shh! Let's not wake up Uncle Samuel ," Bella admonished her sister in a hushed tone."I agree," I responded softly. "After entertaining us so well last night, he deserves to rest.""Can we have eggs
As the new school year approached, my enthusiasm surpassed even that of my children. They often wondered what made me so cheerful. I was genuinely delighted to embrace the return of a structured routine. Each day held a sense of purpose: escorting my daughters to school, proceeding to work after bidding them farewell, accomplishing our weekly grocery shopping, enjoying quality time with my girlfriends every other weekend, and sporadically receiving visits from my siblings. These engagements filled my days with various activities, diverting my attention from ruminating about Noah and whether he and Reina managed to establish a connection after that dreadful morning four and a half months ago. It's astonishing how swiftly time has flown by!Interrupting my thoughts, Joe jovially exclaimed, "Knock, knock! Who's there?"I found myself seated in my office, experiencing a rather uneventful day in terms of business. Impatience consumed me as I eagerly anticipated the moment when I must pick
This morning's breakfast was a delightful and uncomplicated affair. I indulged in fried bean cakes, accompanied by corn pudding generously adorned with milk and sugar, and a serving of freshly baked bread. As I savored each bite, a rush of nostalgia envelopped me, transporting me back to my cherished childhood. It was during those Saturday mornings that my mother would skillfully prepare this delightful combination, her dedication evident after hours of meticulously cleaning the house and its surroundings. Ah, the fond memories of those days gone by.Noah, observing me intently with an inquisitive smile, playfully remarked, "Seems like our chef deserves a raise, considering the immense joy on your face. I never knew you were such an ardent fan of bean cakes. Or perhaps it's the velvety-smooth pudding that has brought about such happiness?"A gentle chuckle escaped my lips as I responded, "Not exactly. Although this food has undeniably transported me back to my childhood, it was my mot
The atmosphere in the car was heavy with silence as Noah and I made our way back to his house. The palpable tension reflected Noah's evident annoyance and embarrassment over the deplorable treatment I received from his parents during my inaugural visit to their home. While my family may not be affluent, I am certain that they would never exhibit such overt rudeness towards someone they were meeting for the first time. Age should not be a point of contention, and there is certainly nothing inherently terrible about having children. Yet, they made me feel as if I were afflicted with a contagious disease. Why did Marilyn, in particular, direct such venomous hostility towards me from the moment she laid eyes on me? And as for Reina , what is her ulterior motive? As we pulled up to Noah's house, his sour mood still hung in the air. I am torn about whether I should offer an apology to him, even though it was I who should feel offended, not him. With determined strides, he ascended the sta
As we reached the backyard, I was pleasantly surprised to find that Noah's father didn't match the image I had in my mind. Unlike what I expected, the elderly Taylor was tall, slender, and attractive, with hair that's gracefully greying. On the other hand, I couldn't help but feel annoyed when I saw Reina , who looked like she was part of the family. She was wearing tiny shorts that barely covered her buttocks, paired with a cropped knit top that showcased her extremely flat stomach. Her short hair was styled into shiny finger curls, complemented by sleek baby hairs at the front. She was also sporting a pair of Gucci slides, partially concealing her feet. As soon as she spotted me, she casted a deliberate, slow glance from my head to my toes, making it abundantly clear that she didn't welcome my presence. "Hello, Father!" Noah enthusiastically greeted his dad, extricating himself from his mother and approaching his father. "Hey, son!" Exclaimed the older Taylor , stepping forward t
Over the next three days, Noah and I immersed ourselves in exploring Spain to its fullest extent. We made it a point to visit various tourist attractions and indulge in sightseeing activities. To ensure my daughters were part of the experience, I diligently recorded each outing and shared the videos with them via my cousin's WhatsApp. Alternatively, I would connect with them through Skype during our trips, allowing them to witness our joyous outdoor adventures in real-time.On the fourth day of our stay in Spain, we were abruptly awakened at 7 a.m. by the persistent ringing of Noah's phone. Our sleep schedule had been adjusted since arriving in Spain, causing this unexpected phone call to catch us off guard."Darn it, I should have turned off my phone last night," Noah grumbled into his pillow. "Who in the world could be calling at this hour?""Please answer the darn phone so I can get some more sleep!" I replied drowsily, feeling increasingly annoyed by the incessant ringing that w