-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
Missy wasn't sure what had woken her up.Maybe it was the cool breeze outside, coming in through the half-open window. Perhaps it was her husband's strong, warm body pressed against her. Or maybe the baby monitor had made some random sound that had woken her up...Damn it, who was she trying to kid? She knew very well what had woken her up: frustration.She missed sex. Much. Almost maddeningly, in fact.Twisting around in his muscular arms until she was face to face with him, Missy stared at the man she loved with a mixture of irritation and despair. Logan was still sound asleep, his arms tight around her waist, his chest bare and his pajama bottoms hanging just below the V-shaped path of his crotch... And for a minute, she actually considered attacking- it right there. How long would it take for him to wake up, when she started pulling his pants down just enough to free his cock and then place it in her eager pussy? Probably not much. But she could at least enjoy a little while befor
- Oh, Missy... - To his total disappointment, Logan just laughed affectionately, quickly putting that subject aside right after - Since you three will still be here for a while, how about I go down and make our coffee in the morning? – he winked seductively at her, getting up – I'll take care of you later...- Takes care? Missy gasped, her eyes bright with hope.- Making eggs Benedict, knowing they're your favorite, for breakfast could be considered caring, right? – He opened a sheepish smile, making her expression fall immediately – Come on, don't be like that… – he consoled her, caressing her chin affectionately – We'll talk better downstairs, okay? - With that muttered request and another chaste kiss on her cheek, Logan turned his back and left the room, leaving her alone with her babies and her frustration.As expected, the boys took a little longer to be satisfied, however, when they were finally not only fed, but had burped and were properly asleep, Missy comfortably laid her ch
- Are you still mad at me?Logan's worried voice sounded beside her, but Missy just continued to watch as her babies, fresh out of the bath and in their cute fluffy onesies with superhero prints that she had bought herself, were starting to fall asleep, as they watched the stuffed animals twirl in the toy above the cribs after a long afternoon playing with Rey in her playpen.- Your little arms are getting firmer, aren't they, my little love? – she hummed softly to Jonathan, caressing his cheek while her little green eyes were getting heavier and heavier – Soon, you and your little brother will be crawling all over the house, to escape Rey's licks, isn't it?- Missy... - Logan moaned again - Please...- Have you decided to stop being so exaggerated and paranoid? – she narrowed her eyes seriously at him, wondering if maybe it wasn't necessary to put her plan into action that night...- It's not exaggeration or paranoia... - he immediately disagreed - You know that...- Good night, my b
- See? You also want this as much as I do... - she encouraged him, avidly, letting the panties fall around her neck - So just stop being so stubborn and just accept that there is nothing wrong with going back to how we were before. Our desire was part of what brought us together, after all... - Missy recalled him, before sighing sadly - You're so afraid of hurting me, but the only thing that hurts me is to see you moving away from me, even if either physically. – she finally admitted, heartbroken.- Oh, Missy... - Logan muttered, now looking terribly regretful - That was never my intention... I just wanted to protect you...- But you're depriving us of being together that way just to protect me from something that doesn't exist! Don't you see? – she gasped, again frustrated – You know what? I don't know why I'm still here talking to you... - she turned her eyes to his still hard member, rising invitingly towards her - When there's someone who understands me much more...-Missy... - Lo
- Do you swear you're going to spend the whole night with that sulky face, Logan?With a snarl, Logan just crossed his arms even more tightly and glared at his sister-in-law, even though he knew Megan wasn't to blame for the whole situation. Well, technically she had. If it weren't for that damn idea she'd had to throw a halloween party inside the agency, maybe he could have been at home, enjoying some alone time with his wife... Or, at the very least, at his parents' house, with her and the kids, having a family game night.But instead, on Megan's brilliant suggestion, which all the other employees seemed to think was genius, he was now sulking, leaning against a wall, all alone in the middle of a darkened room, with flashing lights, loud music and dozens of dancing and alcoholic happy people. The initial plan was that he and Missy could be there together, taking advantage of that Friday night to spend some time together, while the kids spent a fun weekend with their grandparents...
- Of course it is. – Missy smiled, her wide innocent eyes wide – It tastes like pineapple and it's not bitter at all, like other drinks that always leave a bad taste in my mouth.- This is called V.I.P. It's one of my sister's favorite bar specials. They let a pineapple sit for days inside a gallon of vodka, squeeze it and then... This is the result. It's literally pineapple flavored alcohol. – he saw Missy's eyes begin to widen with fear little by little… Comically little by little – Oh, love, I'm sorry. How many glasses did you drink? – they both knew that Missy got drunk extremely easily. And he could hardly imagine what would happen if she had drunk too much of something as strong as vodka.To his surprise though, Missy just threw back her head in a loud, carefree laugh.- Oh, so I'm drunk? That explains it all! - Still laughing, she patted Logan's shoulder full of complicity - But, also, I think anyone would get drunk after 08 glasses of sweet vodka, right?- You drank eight glas
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