CLAIREI found it odd watching him smile. I watched as his smile magically transformed the hard features of his face into something else that I couldn't entirely recognize. It wasn't the signature cocky smirk that screamed that I was used to. This was very genuine, or at least it seemed to be. If we were afraid of getting wet. It was already too late.I could feel my clothes clinging to my body like second skin. I shifted my wet hair away from my eyes, and when I looked up, I blinked in surprise. The proximity between us was much closer. I had no idea that he had caught up with me so fast. His white shirt clung to his muscled frame, and it transformed into a see-through. I tried not to let my gaze linger on his torso for a minute longer. My throat suddenly became dry, and I didn't know what to do. I only knew that every inch of my skin was igniting in heat. 'Get it together, Claire. Stop thinking about devouring him on the spot.' I scolded myself mentally. I was caught in-between fee
ASHER Her eyes were wide and scared as I stepped forward, and for a moment, I was disappointed that she thought that I was actually going to hurt her. Her hands were still on my face, and it was suddenly too difficult to breathe.Even though it was rainy and it was chilly, I suddenly felt too hot. I could see the outlines of her nipples through her shirt. I resisted the urge to groan out loud. It was becoming more and more difficult to contain this need that I felt for her. I wanted nothing more than to hold her and shield her. Without thinking, I yanked her into my arms. “You're shivering. I can't watch you catch a cold,” I whispered. It made no sense at all because the both of us were wet. I was pathetic, and I was just looking for an excuse to hold her. Even if it was just for a few minutes. I yelled at myself, and I asked myself what the hell I was doing. I could provide no form of answer. To my surprise, she didn't push me away like I expected there would be. There were no sn
CLAIRE My eyes flickered open. I didn't know that I had drifted into sleep. I only knew that I was exhausted. I was tired, and I was on the verge of catching a fever. It was so cold. I groaned. My eyes fully opened, and I realized that I was in Asher's arms. My arms were wounded around his neck. I closed my eyes for a moment. I was too tired to argue with him tonight for not waking me up to walk by myself. “You're awake,” he said. He sounded as tired as me. Today had been such a long day. The last thing that I had expected was for us to be stuck together under the rain. The universe had a way of spitting me. “How long was I out?” I mumbled. He paused. “You were out for a while. I felt you were too tired to walk, and I didn't want to wake you,” he said. His reply sounded reasonable. I didn't want to pick up a fight with him over it. I closed my eyes and sighed, and I relaxed my head back against his chest. I didn't want to think too much about anything that I was doing tonight. L
ASHER It's been almost an hour. I was almost tempted to knock on the bathroom door and ask if she was okay. I knew women usually took a lot of time to get ready, but it's been way too wrong. I was beginning to get worried. I wondered if I had scared her into thinking that I had intentions yet again. I felt the need to assure her that wasn't the case.I walked up to the bathroom door, and then I paused. Since when did you begin to care about what anyone thought of you? I paused. Since her. I realized I was too obsessed with the idea of getting a reaction out of her. I spited her. I said anything I could to get her attention. I also felt the need to impress her as well. It was apathetic way of getting her attention, but I was unable to help myself. I was unable to stop myself from doing stupid things. Like making sure the driver knew she was my wife even though it was clear or glaring at the chauffeur when she smiles at him because I wanted her to smile at me the same way. My thought
CLAIRE When I opened my eyes, I realized that I had drifted into sleep. I wondered when. It must have been after dinner. It had been such a long day, and I was so exhausted. I scanned the surroundings of my room.It was dimly lit, and when I looked harder, I realized that I wasn't in a place that was familiar. This was Asher's bedroom. I wanted to say that I had no idea how I got here, but then I remembered. We had dinner with a little bit of wine, nothing too extreme, and we had gone into conversation, and I was... comfortable. Surprisingly, he was a good listener. Well, when he wanted to be.But I had no idea what I was doing. I had no idea when I had fallen asleep, and when I turned to the side, my heart hammered wildly against my ribcage as I spotted Asher lying on the bed. Shirtless. My throat ran dry almost immediately. This was ridiculous. The way my skin tingled with heat, the way my heart was beating relentlessly. Everything about what I was feeling was ridiculous. What the
CLAIREI blinked in surprise as he smiled down at me mischievously. I could feel the flour pouring from my face and sliding down to the shirt I had on. “You didn't” “I did,” he smirked. The silence lingered between the both of us before I lunged down a handful of flour and threw it at him. “So it's like that?” His eyes glimmered with amusement. I found myself laughing, the warmth erupting from the pit of my stomach. The butterflies were a stampede, but this time it didn't matter so much. I couldn't remember the last time I had a reason to laugh.But I didn't expect it would be because of this, because of him. Running around the kitchen like a child while he chased me around with a handful of flour. But I resented him. Except this time, I didn't exactly remember that I did. I felt strong arms wrapping around my waist, stopping my movement entirely. The giggles still escaped me. “You know. You're not exactly a very good runner. I could still catch you within the space of a second,
CLAIRE“You've got to be kidding me,” I groaned at the sight of piled files on the table. I felt the urge to mentally punch myself in the gut for being so distracted with my delusions. What the hell was I even thinking? I was back in the real world, and it was already looking like it couldn't wait to engulf me whole. I headed to my office table and placed my bag on the desk. I tried to drift my mind away from the fact that Asher never came in. Why I was anticipating his entrance was beyond me.I picked up the phone to ring my assistant and then remembered that Asher had fired her for entirely stupid reasons. I sent her a quick text demanding that she return to work as quickly as she could. The thought of Asher flashed through my mind—his wide, cocky smirk.The way his eyes glimmered with amusement. I inhaled deeply. This was absolutely the wrong time to be doing this. I didn't want to carry the burden of thinking about him at the most unexpected times. I decided that it would be a b
ASHER I kept thinking about the kiss. That was all I could think about. The taste of her lips had been perfect. The scent of her was something that I might have already mastered. If she didn't object, I might have wanted to keep going and go.“Sir?” My attention was quickly reverted as my gaze fell on my assistant. She looked confused and slightly scared. “You were saying?” I raised an eyebrow at her in question. It was pathetic, but I didn't like the fact that my thoughts were being interrupted. I just wanted to fantasize over Claire in peace. “I was wondering if we should approve the meeting. It's scheduled for six p.m." She repeated, and I frowned. Claire wasn't going to meet anything in her condo apartment when she returned. Her things had been moved over to mine. I wanted to be there early before she arrived to witness her reaction. She was going to detest me, but I would pick seeing her face every day over not seeing her at all. I knew fully well she didn't want to move i
ASHER “Who’s been kidnapped? Do you know the person personally?” She inquired.“It’s my wife, I’m going to get her now,” I answered. “Sir, I’d advise against that. Why don’t you let the police officers do their job,” she advised. I let out a slight laugh, “this is my wife we’re talking about, I can’t sit back and let some asshole take her so it’s either you guys arrive quickly or you’d have a dead body on your hand”. “A dead body?” I ended the call and increased the speed of the car till I arrived at Glory Avenue. I scanned the houses on the street, searching for a deep blue roof. On searching it, I swerved to the right, slowing down as I edged into the lawn of the house, unintentionally. I pulled out the key, wearing it in one finger, curling my fingers into a fist, letting the key rest against my knuckle. My heart raced with adrenaline, and my brows furrowed. I kept walking till I arrived at the front door. The windows were closed, and the lights were turned off. I stepped, tu
ASHER'S P.O.VEverything happened in a blur. My father tried to reason with me, but I wasn’t interested in what he had to say. How could he take Regal as his son? Even after what he did to Claire. My Claire. Speaking of Claire, she must be waiting for me. She’s probably worried about me. I didn’t mean to leave her with Regal and Annabelle, the people who hurt her, but I couldn’t bear seeing their faces. If I stayed there any longer, I might have done something I’d regret. I excused myself. My father agreed with a nod, and I left the room. “Claire,” I called as I approached the living room. I received no answer in return. My eyebrows furrowed. Why wasn’t she saying anything? If it was any other scenario, I’d think she didn't hear me, but she was with the people who caused her harm, of course she’d want to leave. She’d rush towards me, and I’d be more than happy to welcome her into my arms. I quickened my pace, still calling for her, just in case she didn’t hear me the first time.
CLAIRE“Unbearing?” I blinked. “Then your sister swooped in,” he kept pushing me down the street, until we arrived beside a car. With one hand on my waist, he pushed me towards the door, releasing his other hand from my arm and grabbing the knob of the back door. “Get in,” he demanded.I shook my head. “Get in, Claire. I don’t want to be violent towards you,” he advised. “You’re very important to me, I don’t want to do anything to hurt our child”.“Our child,” I was taken aback. “Get in,” he demanded, rasing his tone,not intending to correct himself any time soon.Did he really think he could ruin my life, kill our baby turn when his life doesn’t turn out the way he plans, he swoops on and tries to clam what’s not his.“Get in,” he pushed on my waist and I drop onto the seat. I lift my head up to find Liah sitting at the further end, her body resting against the car door, wearing all black. “What are you doing here?” I question. She didn’t say a thing. I turn to face Regald who
CLAIRE I was amused, to say the least. I watched Regal stumble over words. Annabelle turned away from me, spinning her head towards Regal and grabbing his arm when he revealed her name. Her eyes grew wide, trying to silence him. He tore his arm away from her and began speaking, but she talked over him, causing chaos. I picked up a glass of wine from the table, raising it to my lips. I didn’t drink any, I just needed something to keep me busy and stop me from speaking. The air is thick with tension as Regal leans forward, his voice tight with frustration. Regal had everyone’s eyes on him, and he suddenly burst, words spewing out of his lips uncontrollably, “You all think I’m some heartless bastard for what I did, but you don’t understand, It wasn’t just me. Annabelle and I—she was the reason. She made me see that bringing a child into a relationship that was already dead was a mistake. We made the decision together.”I stiffen, gripping my wine glass, my knuckles turning white.
CLAIRE Dinner. I dreaded it. We'd barely arrived home before Gregory began to interfere with our privacy again. We've barely settled back in and here we were at dinner, surrounded by the very people that I have sworn to avoid. But considering the miracle that had happened to Asher and I. It was almost impossible for anything to bother me. Not even Regal and Annabelle's presence was enough. I Blake my eyes and sighed. I was beginning to feel tired. It was always easy to feel so tired and worn out from the stress. I closed my eyes and sighed. I was exhausted as I leaned my head against Asher's shoulder and closed my eyes for a brief moment. Just a sliver of time to get it back together. “Are you alright?” Regal said and my eyes opened as my gaze met his. I wasn't even irritated, the hate that I felt for him that I had carried for him for years began to wear off. Not entirely. Buy maybe enough to fixate on what he had done to me years ago. His eyes were full of concern as he looked a
CLAIRE I was glad she didn’t make mention of the pastAsher exhaled a laugh. “That’s the best news I’ve heard in a long time.”Dr. Patel went over a few more details. “We’ll schedule you for your next ultrasound around 20 weeks,” she said. “That’s when we can check for anatomy details—and if you want, find out the sex.”I exchanged a glance with Asher. “I think we want to wait,” she said.Dr. Patel smiled. “That’s great. Any questions for me?”I hesitated, then asked, “What are the chances of anything going wrong because of what i went through in the past?”Dr. Patel softened. “I understand the worry, but at this point, your risk of a miscarriage or any issue at all has dropped significantly. I’d say just enjoy the moment.”I squeezed Asher’s hand, feeling lighter than she had in weeks.We left her office with glee. My eyes still glanced around until the got glued to this particular lady who looked a lot like Liah. She turned and I could see her fully.I halted and so did Asher, alth
CLAIRE The fluorescent lights glowed softly above as Asher and I. The air carried the faint familiar scent of disinfectant and that of hope. It ached to think about the possibility of not having a child but there was still I change i could have one. I took a deep breath, her fingers instantly tightening around Asher’s hand as we walked toward the receptionist’s desk. He moved his thumb gently against mine and when we arrived in front of the desk, I looked over at him and smiled. “Good morning,” the receptionist greeted, her fingers clicking across the keyboard. “You must be Claire Henshaw?”“Claire Henshaw,” I was slow to respond, turning away from Asher and facing the nurse. The surname still haunted me, like a roof over my head, something I couldn’t get rid off. Asher’s face said no less, his jaws clenched and his fingers folding as their slowly pulled away from my shoulder. The knots tightened and the tension grew. I could recall sitting here as well with an unresponsive Regal
CLAIRE My body trembled slightly as I wretched into the toilet. Whatever was left of my dinner last night escaped my body as I threw up. Some strands of hair clung to my forehead because of the sweat that broke out and even if I didn't want to admit it. My body was heavy with exhaustion. I felt the breeze on my neck as my hair was being raised up gently. I could sense Asher behind me as he rubbed tender circles against my back. The movement was comforting. Everything about it was comforting. I closed my eyes and sighed. I was exhausted. Everything was exhausting. With my exhaustion, I also sensed fear. No matter how much I tried to force my mind not to linger on it, it was there regardless. As much as there was fear, there was hope. Or maybe I was afraid to hope. My eyes fluttered closed for a brief moment as I placed my hand gently against my belly. It couldn't be. There was no way that it was possible. It certainly wouldn't be possible. But each time I tried to deny it, my hope
CLAIREWe made our way to the car and he helped me in. “I can walk,” I laughed lightly. He was treated me gently, way more than usual, like a fragile egg that was at risk of shattering. He looked amused, “I just don’t want anything to happen to you”. He stood between the door and I. “Is it because the doctor said I might ne pregnant?” I joked bit he took it more than just a joke. His straightened his face, his lips stretching into a thin line. He stepped closer and I blinked, staring at him confused. “I love you with or without the pregnancy,” he said in a stern tone. “A child won’t make me love you more or less, I love you just the way you are, you’re an amazing woman and I can’t imagine my life without you”. I blinked. “Understand?” He asked. I nodded, “I know, you’ve told me”. “Don’t you ever forget it,” he said, slamming thr door shut then walking towards his side of the car. He got in, placed his hand on the steering wheel, reached for his key, inserted it and started th