But Evelyn wasn’t finished. "You think you can just come home reeking of sex and alcohol, confess that you’ve been meeting with your *ex-wife* and some son I never knew about, and everything will be fine?" Her voice was rising again, disbelief flooding her every word. "*You have a son, Victor.* A
The next morning, Rachael found herself lost in thought, unable to shake the events of the previous night. Her fingers moved absentmindedly through her son Jamal's curly hair as he sat at the kitchen table, finishing his breakfast. The memory of Damian’s kiss, the way his touch ignited something
“I know Damian’s not your real dad, but he cares about you a lot. And being a family isn’t always about blood—it’s about who’s there for you, who loves you, and who makes you feel safe. And Damian does all of those things, doesn’t he?” Jamal nodded slowly, though he still looked unsure. “Yeah, I gu
Jamal smiled up at her, but there was still a hint of uncertainty in his eyes. She knew the conversation earlier about the bullies had shaken him, and it weighed heavily on her heart as they made their way to the car. The drive to school was quiet, the usual morning banter between them absent. Rach
As Rachael pulled out of the school palrking lot and onto the main road, her mind was already shifting gears. Today was a big day. She had a crucial meeting at HarperTech, a deal that could solidify her company’s place in the market for years to come. Rachael had spent months preparing for this
“No worries,” Rachael said smoothly, keeping her voice calm. “Just show me where I need to go.” The receptionist nodded quickly, practically tripping over herself as she gestured for Rachael to follow. “Right this way, Ms. Morgan. Again, I’m so sorry for the delay. Mr. Matthew will be thrilled to
Oh my God… no. No. It can’t be him.* Her thoughts raced, chaotic and uncontrollable, but her mouth had a mind of its own. "What the fuck?" she blurted out, the words escaping before she could even think. Mr. Matthew, who had been standing beside her going over the project details, turned sharply t
Rachael’s lips curled into a snarl, her body vibrating with the urge to throw something at him. “Answer the question, Victor! What are you doing here?” He gave a nonchalant shrug, his gaze drifting lazily around the room before settling back on her. “Fate, sweetheart. Funny how it works, isn’t it?
The call went to voicemail. Rachael nearly screamed in frustration. She dialed again, her hands shaking so badly she could barely press the button. Ring. Ring. Voicemail. She let out a strangled breath, her body feeling like it was on the verge of collapse. What if Victor had taken him? What if—
"Ms. Kelly!" Rachael’s voice trembled as it left her throat, louder than she intended. Panic was already creeping into her chest, winding tighter with every second that passed. She hurried across the playground, her eyes scanning every inch. Where is he? She kept thinking, her pulse racing faster th
Victor stood, slowly rounding the desk until he was standing just inches away from her, his voice dropping to a low whisper. “And what if I did? What are you going to do about it?” The world seemed to tilt beneath her feet, her mind reeling from the sheer audacity of his words. She stared at him, h
Rachael’s heart pounded in her chest, her pulse heavy in her temples. She could barely breathe, each discovery hitting her like a punch. As she went through her files she discovered that someone has tampered with it. "That son of a bitch!" She yelled as she hit the table in frustration. Heat crept
"Ahh! Fuck, baby!" Rachael moaned, her voice dripping with raw need as Damian stroked her from behind. His hands gripped her hips with a possessive force, his body moving with unrelenting power. She gripped the bedsheets with her teeth as she grabbed the edge of the bed "Yeah, just like that," Da
She gasped, the feeling of his mouth on her neck igniting something primal inside her. Her hands slid under his shirt, her fingertips brushing over the hard planes of his back, feeling the way his muscles flexed under her touch. She tugged at his shirt, impatient now, needing more, needing all of hi
*Trigger Warning Matured Scenes* “I feel like everything is falling apart, Damian,” she choked out, her voice barely audible. “I don’t even recognize myself anymore. I’ve lost so much… and Jamal—” Her voice broke, the pain of her fractured relationship with her son too much to bear. She quickly wip
“No, it’s okay,” she replied, her voice thick with emotion. “I’ve got him.” Damian frowned but nodded, stepping aside to let her in. As they entered the foyer, the soft lighting and the warm interior offered a brief sense of comfort, but it wasn’t enough to ease the storm in Rachael’s mind. A maid
Rachael swallowed hard, trying to suppress the wave of anger and helplessness that surged inside her. She knew she had to stay calm, but the sight of her son—her sweet boy—suddenly broke something inside her. “Jamal…Don't you ever use the f word and say you hate your own mother again” her voice sof