Oliver POV Seeing her only in my shirt is driving me crazy. Her beautiful smooth legs that I want to wrap around me. I want to touch them, I want to know if they're as smooth as I remember. I shook my head a little. I shouldn't think like that. I can't lose my control. I gulped down the wine like it was water. “Slow down.” I looked at her as I poured another glass. I was mesmerized by her beauty. She became more beautiful. I took the sip slowly like she commanded. “Can I ask you something?” I will do anything for her. If only she realises how much I love her. I love her more than anything in my life. My heart was broken beyond when I found that she cheated on me. Still I couldn't help but love her. “Sure.” I saw the hesitant look in her eyes. What does she wants to ask? Her next words froze me to hell. “Why did you cheat on me?” What the f*** she's talking about? Anger rose in me. How dare she accuse me of cheating when she's the one who done it? “I never cheated on you Maria. Y
“Why are you bringing Sam into this? How the hell do you know her?” I asked him again when he didn't answer me the first time. Like Rafael said, should he be doubted? Is he the bad guy? What should I do now? If he knows about Sam then……“Her?” He questioned with a confused expression. I narrowed my eyes. “You don't know her, do you?” He rubbed his neck. “I read your text messages. You sounded like lovers.” He confessed. “Text messages? How?” “Like you received an anonymous email, I received an anonymous envelope with a few things. Your text conversations, call lists, bank transfer details, your travel details,...” He paused. “How can you doubt me over some silly text messages?” I groaned in frustration. I'm getting the itch to pull my hair out. “And what else was in there?” “A photo.” I froze. What kind of photo did he receive? Like the one I received of him? “You're hugging a man.” “And?” “You looked so happy.” I'm trying to understand him. After reading the texts and seeing
Sound of my phone buzzing woke me up. I searched the bed for my phone, my eyes still closed. I answered it without opening my eyes. “Hello?” My harsh sleepy voice is cringeworthy. “Maria, are you still sleeping?” He scolded me on the phone.“No, dancing.” I joked sitting up on my bed.“It’s three in the afternoon.” He sounded disappointed with me.“Come on, I've jet lag.” I frown, even though he can’t see me frowning. I looked around my room yawning, then I caught my reflection in the mirror on the side wall and cringed. If I go out like this everyone will think that the city is under zombie attack. My hair is so messy and I’m damn sure it’ll take an hour or more to make them free of knots.“Anyway, are you coming to the office tomorrow or not?” He asked, knowing well that he can’t make me come to the office today. I put my phone between my shoulder and ear. I ran my hands through my hair trying to free the knots.“What are you going to do, Billy? You know you can’t even fire me.” I
“Miss? We’re here.” The cab driver pulled me out of my thoughts. “Thank you.” I paid the driver and rushed inside the hospital. While I was in the cab, Elena sent a text to come to room 202. I was panting heavily. "Room 202?" I asked the blond receptionist. “Second floor, stairs on the right.” She directed me to the stairs. “Thank you!” I quickly went to the right. When I climbed on the stairs, I looked to my left and saw Mara and Elena sitting on the chairs outside a room. Mara was the first one who saw me.“Mommy!” She came running to me. I picked her up and kissed her, her cheeks, her forehead. She’s my life. I don’t know what I will do if anything happens to her.“You alright, baby?” She nodded. She had dried tears on her cheeks. I took her towards Elena. Elena is Mara’s babysitter, she’s with us since Mara was born. She didn’t have children, she takes care of Mara like her own. She’s in her late thirties, doctors told her that she can’t conceive. “Elena, are you okay? What h
“Raymond?” I was facing his back. He slowly turned around and his eyes were red. “It’s all your fault.” What!? He accused me. Out of everyone, he’s the one who accuses me. Tears flowed down my cheeks continuously. No, it’s not my fault. No, it's not.Is it?“It's not my fault. Raymond, listen to me. I want to tell you something.” I pleaded with him to listen to me. “No, I don’t want to listen to you. It’s all your bloody fault. I don't want to see you again.” He left the hospital room leaving me all alone. I sank to the floor crying. Why does he have to blame me? Why?Will he come back? He can't leave me all alone. I need him, more than ever. I can't do this alone. I can't raise Susan all alone. I need him. He has to be there for his daughter. I was pulled into a hug. He kneels beside me, rubbing my arms to comfort me. "It's okay." I know he's trying to control his emotions. I pulled away looking at him. "He left. He blames me." Rafael shakes his head with tears in his eyes.
I scrunch my nose when I feel someone pinch it. I opened my eyes and blinked away the sleep. "Good morning, Mommy." Mara greeted me with her bright smile. I pulled her to me and wrapped the blanket around her. She giggled trying to get out. I let her go and sat on the bed. She sat in my lap. I kissed her head. "Good morning, princess. Did you sleep well?" "Good, Mommy." My stomach grumbled and she poked my stomach with her little finger. "Mommy is hungry. I'm hungry too." "Okay sweetheart, why don't you wait for Mommy to get ready? We'll go and have breakfast, okay?" She nodded. "Can I play a game on your phone?" I raised my eyebrows, she's giving me her puppy eyes. "How about you select what to wear?" I suggested. She nodded excitedly and jumped off the bed. She opened the closet and started looking through my clothes. I chuckled, shaking my head and went into the bathroom. When I came out I saw blue jeans paired with a red top laid on the bed. Mara sat next to them wearing a
Oliver POV"Is it enough?" I asked Raymond, he stopped stirring the strawberries and took the beater from my hand. He moved it around the batter and lifted it up. "Okay, good." He gave me a thumbs up and I nodded while putting the bowl on the island. "Why don't you ask Robert to cook for you or Julia?" I asked him. I don't understand why he wants to cook when his hand is injured. "I want to make these pancakes." He smiled but it disappeared into a frown. "Did you and Julia fight? Is that why you're making her special breakfast?" "No, it's not like that." He furrowed his eyebrows. "Why do you assume I'm making this as an apology?" "Because I know my little brother." I've been seeing him since he was born. "How many times did I cook for you then?" He poured a scoop of batter in the pan and added swirls of strawberry sauce on the pancake. "Maybe ten, I didn't include the cookies you made when
I excused myself from the dining table. I couldn't stay there after hearing Oliver has a fiance. The image of him with his secretary in his lap flashed in front of eyes. It's been five years, I still couldn't imagine him with another woman. "Mommy, are you crying?" Mara asked with a pout. I wiped away the tears with the back of my hand and gave her a small smile. I lifted her up in my arms and climbed the stairs. "Papá made you cry?" "No sweetheart. I'm missing someone else." I told her honestly. I don't like lying to her but at the same time she can't understand the truth. "Papá hurt you." Her eyes teared. "No, don't say that. It's not his fault, he was hurt too." I don't want her to hate him. Even if she won't say it out I know she misses him. She needs her father in her life. "You didn't eat the pancakes he made." I wiped her tears. I know he made those pancakes for me as an apology. It's his habit. I smiled remembering the times he made pancakes for me. I just don't know ho
“Why are you bringing Sam into this? How the hell do you know her?” I asked him again when he didn't answer me the first time. Like Rafael said, should he be doubted? Is he the bad guy? What should I do now? If he knows about Sam then……“Her?” He questioned with a confused expression. I narrowed my eyes. “You don't know her, do you?” He rubbed his neck. “I read your text messages. You sounded like lovers.” He confessed. “Text messages? How?” “Like you received an anonymous email, I received an anonymous envelope with a few things. Your text conversations, call lists, bank transfer details, your travel details,...” He paused. “How can you doubt me over some silly text messages?” I groaned in frustration. I'm getting the itch to pull my hair out. “And what else was in there?” “A photo.” I froze. What kind of photo did he receive? Like the one I received of him? “You're hugging a man.” “And?” “You looked so happy.” I'm trying to understand him. After reading the texts and seeing
Oliver POV Seeing her only in my shirt is driving me crazy. Her beautiful smooth legs that I want to wrap around me. I want to touch them, I want to know if they're as smooth as I remember. I shook my head a little. I shouldn't think like that. I can't lose my control. I gulped down the wine like it was water. “Slow down.” I looked at her as I poured another glass. I was mesmerized by her beauty. She became more beautiful. I took the sip slowly like she commanded. “Can I ask you something?” I will do anything for her. If only she realises how much I love her. I love her more than anything in my life. My heart was broken beyond when I found that she cheated on me. Still I couldn't help but love her. “Sure.” I saw the hesitant look in her eyes. What does she wants to ask? Her next words froze me to hell. “Why did you cheat on me?” What the f*** she's talking about? Anger rose in me. How dare she accuse me of cheating when she's the one who done it? “I never cheated on you Maria. Y
He placed the wine bottle on the table and the package next to it. He emptied the package, revealing a white shirt, black pants and a black suit and also a tie. “Go change, if you don't want to catch the cold.” He finally looked at me. I dropped the heels by the door and slowly approached him leaving a pool of water where I stood. I placed my clutch on the table and picked the white shirt. There are two doors. “That's the bathroom.” He pointed to the door to my right. I nodded shivering and went towards it leaving a trail of water dripping from my dress. The other door must be the bedroom. This apartment is so cozy, a single bedroom apartment. I like it. But whose place is this? Oliver can own a luxurious fancy apartment and he has a luxurious fancy penthouse with the most expensive furniture. It's definitely isn't Oliver's. I hang the shirt, it already got wet patches because of my wet hand. I opened the cupboards, mostly empty, it has some cleaning tools. I opened another and fo
“Why are you following me?” I asked him angrily. I was getting angry when I was near him and when he's far away, I'm crying. What's wrong with me? “I'm not following you.” He answered with gritted teeth. He pointed at the men's bathroom behind me. “Don’t think of yourself too high.” “I know your eyes are following me everywhere I go in the hall.” I huffed and crossed my hands. “It's only your assumption.” He walked past me into the bathroom. I groaned frustratedly and went outside. It's better to wait outside for Rafael's driver than dealing with him. I messaged him to know how long it would take and got a reply of fifteen minutes. As I stepped out, a cool breeze hit me, making me shiver. I realized that I forgot my jacket in the room earlier. I don't know where the room is to search for it. I decided to take a walk to keep me a little warm. I know it's not a good idea but I don't want to go back there. I don't want to see him. I miss him. I love him. But I can't forgi
“Mr West!” Rafael called, Mr West turned towards us with a big smile. Rafael extended his hand which he gladly took. “Congratulations on the 25th anniversary!” “Thank you, Rafael.” His eyes landed on mine. “Maria, how are you dear?” “I'm good, Mr West. Congratulations!” I offered him my hand but he pulled me into a light hug. “Oh my! You're finally here.” Mrs West exclaimed from behind Mr West, I pulled away from Mr West to greet her. She pecked my cheek and placed me at her arms length. “You're looking gorgeous, darling.” “Thank you, Mrs West. You look great too.” I've known the Wests for the last two years, she always had a smile on her face. She always greets others with warmth and welcome. “Rafael! You look handsome.” She pecked his cheeks and gave a side hug. “Thank you, Mrs West. You look amazing. You're born too early, you should have waited.” Mrs West giggled which made her look younger. I hit Rafael's shoulder playfully as I chuckled. “Hey! Don't flirt with my wife.”
Oliver POV The two knocks on my door made me get up from in front of my laptop. I put it beside me on the bed and peeled the blanket off me. I wore my t-shirt before opening the door to see Raymond. “Are you coming for breakfast?” He asked and I nodded. “Give me a minute.” I open the door wide for him to come inside. I closed my laptop and made the bed. I turned to see him where he stood before looking at the next door. That's Maria's room. “Are you okay?” “Yeah.” But the guilty look on his face tells me something else. Why is he guilty? “Wait!” He said and went to knock on Maria's door. I stood awkwardly in front of mine. Should I go down or wait? Do I want to see her? Yes and no. He waited but there's no response from inside. He was about to knock again but at the same time the door opposite to hers opened. Mara came out and squealed when she saw Raymond. She hugged his legs but he kneeled down to hug her properly. “Good morning!” “Good morning, sweetheart.” He kissed her ch
“I'm tired, Amy. Can't we pick something and go?” She gasped dramatically and turned towards me, stopping her dress hunting for me. “How can you say that? We need to find the perfect dress for you. If not only that idiot Rafael didn't tell me about this yesterday, we'd have customised designs. Why didn't he tell us sooner?” She started mumbling things about Rafael which made me chuckle. She took another dress off the rack. “Here, go. Try these.” She pushed three dresses into my hands and me into the fitting room. I tried the first one and went to show her. “We're not going to the wedding. Next!” I huffed and went inside. I tried the next one, but I don't like it, so I put on another. I came out and saw Amy with a red dress. “It's too shiny, try this.” This red dress hugged my body perfectly, emphasising my curves. It has a v-shape on the front and the back of the dress that goes a little deep showing an inch of my cleavage. The fabric is so smooth and elegant. The full length of t
Oliver POV"I love you." I pecked her lips and traced my fingers along her jaw. The movie playing on the TV is long forgotten. Who cares about the movie when I've a beautiful girlfriend to look at?"I love you more." She snaked her arms around me and pulled me into a kiss. I smiled into the kiss. She pulled away with a serious face. "You'll be responsible if I die." "What?" She laughed at my reaction. "Sometimes I feel like my heart is going to explode with your love." I chuckled, pulling her into my lap. I capture her lips once again. I pulled away with a smile. "Maria? I want to introduce you to my family." Her smile was gone as she pushed her hair behind her ear. "W..what?" She bit her lip nervously. I'm afraid she's going to say no. "I don't think I'm ready." "You already met my sister. She loves you. You don't have to be nervous about anything. They'll love you." I squeezed her hand. She looked at me and smiled. "When are we doing this?" I sighed in relief. I didn't know th
"Mommy, wake up!" I groaned, pulling the blanket over my head. Please let me sleep for some more time. "Mommy, wake up! I'm hungry.""Isn't Elena here?" I asked groggily. I slept after four in the morning. I don't know who to blame, Oliver or Rafael? "No." I groaned and sat on the bed. I rubbed my eyes and pushed my hair back. "Mommy, you look like a zombie." I smiled and caught her shoulders, pulled her onto the bed. She giggled, struggling to get out of my grip. "I'm going to eat you." I tried to sound like a zombie. "No, don't eat me." She tried to get away from me while giggling. Before I bit her shoulders, someone knocked on the door. The door opened revealing Elena. "Woah! You look like dead." Elena exclaimed. Mara got out of my grip and sat in my lap. "Did you pack your overnight bag?" She raised her bag before putting it down. "Mommy, where are you going?" Mara looked at me with a pout. "Breakfast first. I'll tell you later." I put her down and I climbed out of bed too