Oh, believe me... The question of happiness is quite noticeable. – Fernando laughed, before shaking their hands – But seeing a young couple exuding love like that is always a good sign. It means you two will have more than enough to last you a lifetime, as will your family, my boy... And me and my Raquela. – he hugged his wife by the shoulders, earning a passionate smile from her, before turning his attention to Missy again – But, tell me, Missy, when should we expect the invitation to the baby shower?- Oh, well, in two weeks we'll do the ultrasound to find out the genders, so... I think a little after that. – Missy smiled, contentedly, as she lovingly caressed her belly – But don't feel forced to attend. I know that you have a complicated routine in Spain and that coming here must not be easy.- Nonsense, dear. - Raquela laughed happily, taking his hand in both of hers and giving it an almost maternal caress - In many ways, Logan was to us like the son we never had. Just like, now,
- Mom!? - Missy gasped a little, turning quickly to face her, shocked, while Logan followed her more slowly, staring at her mother-in-law's face with a certain irritation, which she knew very well came from the fact that he was afraid that his mother might speak something that hurt her. Again.Frankly, the expression on Victoria's face didn't arouse high hopes either. Her mother looked stern and terribly determined, her thin brows furrowed in what looked like annoyance and her lips pressed together almost to the point of disappearing. She was wearing a shimmering red dress, decorated with stones and sparkles that made it far more suitable for a red carpet or a big glamorous party... Which is what most people would expect from the wedding of such a famous former model. as much as Logan, Missy quickly realized, stifling a sigh.And surely Victoria was about to berate her vehemently for allowing this party to be so simple, perhaps even ignoring the fact that this was the first time they
- Of course I don't hate you, Mom. – Missy smiled tenderly, taking a step forward to approach her, in which Logan accompanied her, as always making her feel supported and protected – Why do you think your opinions matter so much to me? I love you. – Her smile widened, while Victoria's face became even more perplexed – I know I haven't said this to you much, especially since Dad died, but… I really love you, Mom. And that's why I wish you could review the way you treat me. So that we can get closer. And so that you can be part of your grandchildren's lives. I may not know what made you decide to try to change your behavior, but I want you to know that nothing could make me happier, especially today. – She exchanged a significant look with Logan, who seemed sincerely happy for her – So, thank you very much for being willing to change, Mom. It means a lot to me. Because it shows you care about me.- Of course I care about you. – Victoria, who until that moment had been with her jaw wide
She watched, already dripping with desire between her legs, as his eyes grew even darker, almost fierce, with desire, and with those big, agile hands he deftly undid the short row of buttons down her back, before moving all the light, flowing fabric off her body, leaving her with only the tiny lingerie underneath.- Christ… – Logan gasped in a whisper, licking his lips hungrily as he ran his eyes over his almost completely exposed skin – Where did those little rags come from? I thought you already used them all...- I know. Missy knelt on the bed, letting him have a view of the semi-transparent blue lace bra and the set of thin elastic straps that led down to the satin white fabric of the thong panties, which she knew perfectly well didn't cover anything else. it was made to cover up – But Cinderella has always been one of my favorite princesses. So I decided to save her lingerie for a special occasion. Missy smiled coquettishly and, seeing that he was still petrified, in front of her
Hours later, a warm sensation of pleasure in her breasts slowly woke her, gradually making her aware of the heat touching part of her arm, the warm, soft sensation of ache between her legs, and the warm wetness enveloping her nipple, which she lingered on. a few seconds to realize that he was being sucked. Opening a very happy smile, Missy slowly lifted her eyelids, letting out a small moan when she saw Logan's hands and mouth on her breasts, massaging and caressing them with a mixture of softness and voluptuousness. At the sound of her moan, however, he lifted his head, smirking when her eyes met.- Good morning, Mrs. Knight. – He greeted her, dragging himself to her so he could caress her face-Tired?- Quite the contrary, Mr. Knight. – she stretched, satisfied, enjoying the rays of sun that spilled over the bed through the cracks in the curtain that covered the windows nearby – From now on, I want this to become my official alarm clock. It made me feel…” She gasped when he touched h
- They're so cute...Smiling with pride, Logan looked down at the tiny face of the precious little baby that slept in his arms, as well as Eleanor, who, lifted in her father's arms in front of the armchair where her uncle was sitting, seemed absolutely fascinated by her cousins. Placing an extremely gentle kiss on top of his son's chestnut-covered head, Logan turned his face to look at his wife, lying in the hospital bed still looking exhausted but also beautiful and beaming with joy as she lovingly held their other son against her chest. the breast, watching it feed hungrily.- Tristan really inherited the family's appetite, didn't he? - Gwyneth, who was sitting on the other side of Missy, stroked her grandson's forehead with the tips of her fingers, trying in vain to organize the small ruffled tuft of black hair that was close to his hazel eyes and bleary, but that still seemed to be linger on your mother from time to time. Which Logan understood perfectly.He also had a lot of trou
-Oh, no... - Missy lamented, distressed, quickly extending each of her arms towards her husband and sister, while she asked - Give them to me here.Without any hesitation, Megan did as she was told, carefully placing one of the babies back in the nest of Missy's arms. Logan, however, after snuggling Jonathan next to his brother, around one of Missy's arms, also put his arms around her, hugging the three of them in order to provide extra support to his wife, while she held and soothed their two children. And it was with a sigh filled with wonder, love and pride, that Logan watched her calmly cradle the crying little boys, who didn't take long to calm down at the sound of their mother's voice, quickly returning to relax and doze off in her lap.- Impressive. Megan praised, her mouth in a perfect round shape in surprise.- His voice soothes them. Just like she used to soothe them when they got fussy in her belly. - Logan recalled, smiling at Missy, while resting his cheek against her hai
Maybe he was still locked in her apartment, suffering from being away from her, trying to convince himself that love was the worst thing that could have happened to him and that he had to fight that feeling building in his chest.Perhaps his children never had the chance to exist.Perhaps he and Missy would have lived the rest of their lives without knowing what that sublime feeling was and that they found each other.Which was why he smiled at Megan before she could close the bag completely.- Would you like to draw the tarot for the boys? – Logan asked, leaving everyone in the room shocked – I know it would mean a lot to you.- You... Do you want me to read the tarot to your children? - Megan spent a second completely perplexed, blinking a few times before gasping - Who are you and what did you do with Logan Knight?- I'm the man who didn't listen to you once and because of that he made many mistakes. – He laughed softly, feeling Missy's gaze on her face, also amazed – Or maybe, tha
Smiling a small contented smile, Hope visibly relaxed for a moment, but then the nervousness seemed to take over her small body again, as Missy led them to the large counter, where the old man greeted them warmly.-We… Hmmm… – Hope stammered nervously, hugging Missy with more and more desperation – We wanted an ice cream… Huh… – Her little daughter was getting more and more insecure, looking at her as if she was begging for help.- I would like a strawberry ice cream, please. – Missy asked softly, as she remembered saying when she was a little girl so terribly shy that she could barely ask anything from people she didn't know – And you, my love? she asked Hope, with a smile full of encouragement, for her to keep talking.- I want chocolate... Please. – Hope whispered, completely blushing, before burying her face in her mother's shoulder quickly.- Well, what a polite little girl... – the gentleman smiled, while picking up some glass bowls – You must be very proud to have such a kind d
Once in her arms, Hope lifted her tear-stained little face to look at her, initially looking surprised to see her mother there, but then her expression distorted into a sad sob and she buried her head against Missy's chest, panting.-Mommy... – her little baby wailed, making Missy's heart sink even more – Mommy... Mommy...- It's okay, my sweetheart. – Missy tried to console her, running her hands through her soft hair, while she continued to say, in a low and gentle voice, almost as if she were singing a lullaby to her, as she did every night – Mommy is here, don't worry. It's going to be okay... - she waited until Hope's cries went from copious to just a few sad sobs, before finally asking - Hope, what happened? – she caressed her cheek until she convinced her to look up – Why are you crying, little angel?Hope's little mouth quivered a few times before she finally sniffled, her little blue eyes filled with such sadness that Missy found herself kissing her little cheek over and over
Stealthily, Missy looked through the window.Inside, in the huge classroom, several children seemed to be copying something into their notebooks while chatting animatedly. And, of course, it wasn't hard for her to find her children, as usual, sitting in the chairs at the corner of the wall, not too close and also not far from the teacher, where she remembered also liking to be, when she was in the 4th grade. year, like them. Jonathan had his back turned in his chair, looking at his brother in the back seat, while Tristan was showing him something that looked very interesting on the portable video game he was holding. With an amused sigh, Missy tried to convince herself that at least they were doing that after they had finished their homework, as the open pages of their notebooks were visibly written all over the desks.In fact, she truly took pride in the fact that they were only ten years old and yet they were centered and obedient enough to keep up well in school, despite all the lo
Now, he was able to do so much more besides being afraid. He was capable of being brave. To face what he feared. Of fighting to live the joys that were to come, even in the midst of tragedies. And now, more than ever, he knew he was able to see his family's legacy for what it really was, not a curse. He would be able to spend the rest of his life talking about him in a hopeful and balanced way to his children, as he had that day, and as his parents and grandfather had done to him in his childhood.Even if there was still the fear of what could happen to their babies in the future.- Are you OK love?Surprised by that whisper, Logan turned to see Missy dressed in a long cotton Hello Kitty nightgown, already without makeup and with her long brown hair loose, approaching him and Hope, who began to babble softly and extend her little arms towards the mother. Smiling, Missy took her little girl and offered her the breast, leaving the baby immediately calmer as she watched Logan's face with
- And... - the desperation in Foster's voice was so deep that Logan almost felt sorry for her... Almost - How much exactly is this debt?- Come with me, Ms. Foster. - Mr. Ramzi sighed – Something tells me that your next fainting spell will not be false, when we finish talking.- H-hey, I'm sure we can work it out, right? - Logan thought she was trying to sound sensual, in the midst of dread - I mean, there are so many other better things in life than money... Why don't we go to a more private place and I...?- Oh, don't worry, Ms. Foster. - again, Mr. Ramzi interrupted her, perfectly calm and measured - The only person who will be where we are going is my wife, one of the main people responsible for the hotel's accounting.Still a little dazed by everything he had just heard, Logan remained staring at Missy's equally shocked face, until the voices of Foster and the hotel manager were lost in the night, leaving them alone again, hidden among the shadows .- Heavens, I had no idea that
- What? - Suzan repeated, seeming to be choking - No, that's impossible! His family has a lot of money! That's how we paid for the trip and the hotel!- Funny... - Stra. Kobayashi gave Suzan one more look from under his lashes - I could have sworn he told us he came to the hotel on account of a donation from one of his investors...- Investors? - Suzan gasped, irritated – But we came here so he could get investors and...! - Realizing that everyone was looking at her with interest, Foster suddenly stopped talking, getting up from the table with a sour expression - If you'll excuse me, I think the drink made me sick. I am a little confuse. I'm going to bed for the rest of the night. - and so, without saying goodbye, Foster stomped out of the hall, probably in search of the groom who apparently no one knew exactly who he was or where he came from, including Suzan herself.- What an interesting situation, isn't it? - was all that Mr. Montenegro commented, with a veiled smile, a second bef
- And, allow me to say, what a beautiful dress, Stra. Knight. - Suzan interrupted him with a mean smile - It looks so modern, with that rounded silhouette and that blunt skirt. Anyone with no aesthetic taste could even say that his seamstress deserved a scolding...- Suzan! - her companion gasped, looking suddenly possessed, before quickly recovering, putting that artificially sympathetic expression back on her face – Forgive me, Stra. Knight. My dear fiancée Suzan comes from a humble background and sometimes fumbles with the meaning of some words, causing some indiscretions. - solemnly ignoring the revolted look that Foster threw at him, the man made that criticism facing Missy directly, with a seductive smile that was making Logan increasingly enraged - Why don't we continue our conversation that afternoon about investments, Stra. Knight? It would be a pleasure to hear the advice of such a refined and thoughtful lady again. If I may say so, even a party as exquisite as this isn't en
- I perceived. - Missy laughed - But I'm relieved that you five are fine. I was worried when I got to the room and found no one. - taking Hope in her arms, she looked at him with curiosity - But, what made you so distracted?- A ghost of Christmas past. - several of them actually, but Logan didn't add that comment as he continued to explain, realizing that Missy had become even more confused – Newton and Foster are here at the hotel, too. – he added cautiously, with a sigh.- Liam and Suzan? - Missy choked, stunned.- Yes, unfortunately. He is one of the employees at the hotel and she is apparently here because she has become the mistress of a rich man. - Logan rolled his eyes full of contempt - A man who, by the way, was in the same meeting as you, apparently. - he shrugged, while Missy blinked a few times, still shocked.- Heavens... I confess that of all the things I thought could happen when we were invited to visit the United Arab Emirates, this was the last of them. - to his tot
He was selfish. It was malicious. It was a plan full of ulterior motives. Damn, it was even a new lie, as he wasn't being completely truthful with Missy that her main motivation was just to help her get revenge. Yet he had impulsively proposed it to her, letting himself think only with his heart for the first time in his life.And, as if his heart thought the situation wasn't already complicated enough, he had given in to the impulse to confess his physical desire for her and kiss her for the first time right there, in the middle of her kitchen, even though he knew perfectly well that that it was far from the right time for them to share that kind of intimacy. Still, none of those conflicting emotions had been able to erase the emotion of that moment, when he finally knew the sweet taste of her lips and the softness of the curves of her delicious body, feeling a powerful wave of emotion and contentment run through him as he realized that she wanted him too. Damn it, with his mind as c