“It was a-mazing,” she says. “I had a glass of champagne and a piece of a fantastic chocolate torte. So good.”I grin as we cross to the car. “There’s something to be said for having a rich boyfriend.” I open the car and start helping Mum into the passenger seat.“Absolutely.” Charlie concentrates on getting her suitcase into the boot, helps me attach the wheelchair to the rack at the back that Kip had fitted for me, then gets into the back seat.I glance at her in the rear-view mirror before starting the engine and pulling away. “Everything okay, sweetie? You’ve lost weight, and you’re“Oh, just been working super-hard. I’ve got a dissertation this year, and the assessments are coming thick and fast, too.”“Are you eating well?” Mum asks. Charlie has a student allowance and a loan, and she works in a bar in the evenings and at the weekends, but Mum and I both know money is tight for her. We suspect that, like with a lot of students, her diet suffers occasionally so she can pay her re
Mum, I’m fine.” Irritably, I drop my arm, walk over to one of the armchairs, and drop into it. I know I’m being mulish, but it’s taking all my willpower just to stop myself walking out. I’m too miserable to make an effort.I’ve never been the sort of person to want to talk through my problems, and to be fair my family knows this and they all ignore me for the next hour or so, while Pamela, our housekeeper, brings in the food that Pierre, the chef, has made. I pass on all of it, sickened at the thought of swallowing anything except the whisky. Why have I never thought about the fact that we have our own chef? How decadent is that?About every five seconds, I check my phone to see if Alice has texted me, but the screen remains dark, and my Apple watch refuses to buzz against my wrist to announce an incoming call. Slowly knocking back the whiskies, and taking off my glasses, I grow more morose as the evening goes on, having to sit there and listen to everyone cooing over the babies and t
Chapter 1: Barren wife “ The test result said that you can’t carry your own child and that simply means that you are barren” the doctor said and at that moment Claire could not believe her ears, she was seated on the chair facing the doctor staring at the doctor because she was surprised by what the doctor said and she has tell the doctor to check the results well again.“ Doctor! This can’t be true. Maybe it’s a mistake” she says and her heart was already beating fast.“ This is true ma’am, you can’t have a child of your own” the doctor repeat again and Claire still could not believe her ears.“ This can’t be true” she says in a lower voice and her eyes was already filled with tears and don’t know what to do and she quickly clean up her tears and ask the doctor for a solution.“ What’s the solution doctor?” She ask.“ There are solutions. You can pick one of the options” the doctor says. “ What are the options?” She ask.“ You can go for a IVF or a surrogate” the doctor says and sh
Chapter 2: Save my marriageChantel drop the juice on the drawer beside Claire bed and Claire continue to stare at her and Chantel notice that Claire was staring at her and she wonders why Claire is staring at her that way.“ Ma’am Claire!” She says and Claire caution her self from starting at her.“ Yes Chantel!” Claire replied. “ Are you ok ma’am?” She ask and Claire stare at her and she smiled.“ Yes, I am ok. Why do you ask?” Claire ask.“ You were staring at me few minutes ago and it looks weird to me” she says and Claire smiled and she walks to the drawer and she took her juice and she sip.“ I am just wondering what a poor orphan young girl like you is doing in my house working as a maid” she says and Chantel gets shocked and wonders why she thought of this now.“ Ma’am, I don’t understand. I have been working for you for the past two years now and that was when I was fifteen and I told you that I needed this job to take of my self” she says and Claire stare at her and she sm
Chapter 3: Romance nightThe driver drove henry in and Claire heard the sound of the car and she gets happy because she knew his Henry.“ Henry is back. You know what, go straight to your room, I will call you when it’s time” she says and Chantel smiled and she left and Claire wake outside and Henry gets down from the car and she ran to him and she kiss him on the lips and she hugs him. “ Welcome back home honey” she says and she takes his briefcase from him.“ Where is Chantel or the other maids? They’d Gould be the one to carry the briefcase” he says and Claire smiles.“ No sweetheart, let me do this, I send all the maids home, I told them to close early for work today” she says and Henry wonders why.“ But why?” He ask.“ Because I want to spend the whole evening with you and also the whole night, you know the maids whenever they are around, they are always distracting with one thing or the other so that is why I tone them to go home” she says and Henry smiles.“ What about Chant
Chapter 4: Pregnancy It’s already in the middle of the night and Claire enter the room and he saw Henry sleeping and Chantel has already change to her dress and Claire drags her out of the room. “ You should not wear the night wear ever again, make sure you burn it because this will bring back the memories of today and as well might ruined our plans” she says and she took the marks from her. “ You should go to bed now” she says.“ Good night ma’am” she says and she left and Claire walks to the bed and she lay down beside her husband but she could not sleep and she cries, seated up and she continues crying and she looks at husband but Henry is at sleep.It’s the next morning and Henry and woke with his head aching and Claire was alert awake too.“ Good morning babe! How was your night?” She ask and Henry stare at her because he tells like she is different from the person he had on his bed last night and he stare at her.“ What happened? Why are staring at me that way?” She ask.“ L
Chapter 5: Back for my rightSome month later, Chantel and Claire went for a scan they both discovered Chantel is carrying twins in her womb and is a boy and a girl and Claire gets happy, Chantel also gets happy and the she remembered that has no right on the child because after she give birth the children will become Claires and she gets sad and Claire notice and she wonders what happened to her.“ What happened? Are you not happy that it’s twins?” She ask and Chantel stare at her.“ I am happy but remembering our agreement make me sad” she says and Claire hold her hand.“ Look! Don’t even think of changing your mind about this because it’s not going to work, if I did not wanted this, you think I will allow you to sleep with my husband, and I am sure you will not have the capital the take care of this child’s because they are two not one, or do you want them to be orphaned like you are” she says and Chantel stare at says no. “ No, I want my kids to have a better life” she says and C
Chantel It’s Tuesday the twentieth of December, and a gorgeous early summer afternoon in Wellington, the capital of New Zealand.I don’t visit the city much, so I’m glad my sister has chosen this café on the waterfront, not far from Te Papa, our national museum. We sit at a table outside, overlooking Lambton Harbour. The water is a sparkling blue, reflecting the clear skies. At the table next to us, a group of businessmen and women in smart suits chat over a working lunch. Families and couples on holiday stroll along the waterfront, while a teenager dressed in shorts and a hot-pink vest weaves between them on rollerblades.“So,” my sister says once the waiter has delivered our meals and lattes. “Are you ready to get laid?”“Henry!” Giving an embarrassed laugh, I dart a glance at the people next to us, relieved they didn’t hear her. “For God’s sake, keep your voice down.”She helps herself to the bowl of chunky chips in the middle of the table. “Relax, girl. Nobody’s going to be
Mum, I’m fine.” Irritably, I drop my arm, walk over to one of the armchairs, and drop into it. I know I’m being mulish, but it’s taking all my willpower just to stop myself walking out. I’m too miserable to make an effort.I’ve never been the sort of person to want to talk through my problems, and to be fair my family knows this and they all ignore me for the next hour or so, while Pamela, our housekeeper, brings in the food that Pierre, the chef, has made. I pass on all of it, sickened at the thought of swallowing anything except the whisky. Why have I never thought about the fact that we have our own chef? How decadent is that?About every five seconds, I check my phone to see if Alice has texted me, but the screen remains dark, and my Apple watch refuses to buzz against my wrist to announce an incoming call. Slowly knocking back the whiskies, and taking off my glasses, I grow more morose as the evening goes on, having to sit there and listen to everyone cooing over the babies and t
“It was a-mazing,” she says. “I had a glass of champagne and a piece of a fantastic chocolate torte. So good.”I grin as we cross to the car. “There’s something to be said for having a rich boyfriend.” I open the car and start helping Mum into the passenger seat.“Absolutely.” Charlie concentrates on getting her suitcase into the boot, helps me attach the wheelchair to the rack at the back that Kip had fitted for me, then gets into the back seat.I glance at her in the rear-view mirror before starting the engine and pulling away. “Everything okay, sweetie? You’ve lost weight, and you’re“Oh, just been working super-hard. I’ve got a dissertation this year, and the assessments are coming thick and fast, too.”“Are you eating well?” Mum asks. Charlie has a student allowance and a loan, and she works in a bar in the evenings and at the weekends, but Mum and I both know money is tight for her. We suspect that, like with a lot of students, her diet suffers occasionally so she can pay her re
Come for me.” She begins to move on top of me again, and I close my eyes as pleasure spirals through me. “Come on, baby,” she murmurs, teasing my lips with hers as the rock of her hips drives me in and out of her. “Let me hear those wonderful deep groans. Let me feel your muscles tighten as you come inside me.”There’s no stopping it now—her body is slim and soft and warm in my hands, all sensual curves and dips, and she’s so warm and wet, and I don’t have to claw my way to a climax, I just have to lean back and relax against the sofa cushions and let it wash over me in wonderful waves. It feels amazing, my muscles tightening deep inside, and her mouth is on mine, drinking in my gasps of pleasure, my body jerking and pulsing what feels like a dozen times, before it finally calms.I open my eyes and look straight into hers“Hello,” she says, and kisses“Hey.” I sigh.“Missed you,” she says, and then she nestles against me, with me still inside her, and we sit like that for a long time,
“Stop it. You know what I mean.”“What kind of a snob do you think I am? I know not everyone’s house is like mine.”“Catie told me you grew up in a mansion.”“Well, yeah, okay, that is“She said it has a pool and a billiard room and a theater room, and you all had your own separate apartments there.”“Yes, that’s true…”“She said you get to it via a cable car.”“Look, I’m not saying my family isn’t wealthy. I know not everyone is the same, that’s all, and I don’t judge other people by what they do and don’t have. Give me some credit.”My face warms. “I’m sorry.”“It’s okay.”“You want to put me over your knee?”He gives a short laugh. “You keep teasing me and one day I’m going to do just that.”It’s the first time he’s mentioned sex in our conversations since I came home, and it sends heat all the way through me. “Ooh. I’ve just had a hot flush.”“Oh… that idea turned you on, did it?”“Everything about you turns me on.”He sighs. “I miss you.”“I miss you too.”“Not long until Valenti
I shake my head. My chest is hurting so much that for a moment I wonder whether the coronary I foretold earlier has actually come to pass. But it’s just my throat muscles clenching, locked in a spasm of grief that I fight to hold in.I don’t know whether she truly meant that, or if she said it to make both of us feel better. It must be the latter? Surely I’m not the only one here who’s fallen in love?I look into her eyes. They plead with me not to say it. And they shine with all the emotion she’s trying to hold in.Clearly, I’m not the only one.There is no obvious solution. The path ahead is blocked by brambles, and I can’t see my way clear. I can’t control this situation, any more than I could control what happened with Christian. For the first time in years, panic rises inside me at my impotence, a word no man ever wants to encounter.I take a deep, shaky breath, and blow it out slowly. Alice has feelings for me, and I need to take consolation from that, and hope that the way ahea
As her body gives up its tension, and she flops back onto the table, I place tender kisses on either side of her thighs, then get to my feet and lean over her, pressing my throbbing erection between her legs through my boxer-briefs.Her arms are across her face, and she lifts them a little to peer up at me. “You have a magnificent tongue,” she states.I thrust my hips, driving my erection up through her swollen folds, and she groans and wraps her legs around me again. I continue to move my hips, and Jesus it’s so tempting to stay there and thrust myself to a climax, but this is our last night together, and it’s only been minutes since we walked in the door.Gritting my teeth, I move back, take her hand, and pull her upright. “You drive me wild,” I tell her, pressing my lips to“I driveyouwild? I’m the one who just lost the plot.” She lets me kiss her, grumbling, “I can taste myself.”I slip a hand beneath her, coat a finger with her moisture, then lift it and smear it across her botto
Depression is common in people with M.S.,” Alice says, “because of the pain and the fatigue and constant complications. We work hard to focus on the positive things in our lives, but she has days where it all gets too hard for her. And she hates that she’s holding me back from living a normal life. When she’s really bad, she cries and says it would be better if she wasn’t here. I find that hard to handle.”“Of course you do. I’m so sorry.”“Her dark moods don’t tend to last long because she knows they upset me. I try to keep little treats for days like those. We go out in the car to the waterfront and look at the statues of Captain Cook and Young Nick—he was Captain Cook’s cabin boy, and he was the first person on the Endeavour to spot the New Zealand coastline.”“Oh, I didn’t“Yeah, Mum’s quite into Kiwi history. Sometimes we go to Dad’s grave and sit there and chat about him. Or we go to the Eastwoodhill Arboretum and just immerse ourselves in nature. I’ll make us something special
That makes me laugh. “Fair enough.”He kisses my lips, long and luscious, then lifts his head and kisses my nose. “Am I squashing you?”“Yes, but I like it. All the things you said about me—I like how we’re different, too. Women are encouraged to believe they can do anything men can do, and it implies we’re the same, but we’re not.”He moves his hips against mine. ““Mmm, but it’s not just about that. You’re taller, broader, stronger, and more muscular.” I run my hands up his biceps, feeling the hard bulges there. “Your hands are larger. You have hair in places I don’t—your face, chest, and belly. Your voice is deeper, and you have this.” I brush a finger down his Adam’s apple.“But it’s not just that,” I continue thoughtfully. “Before she fell ill, my mum was spirited and independent, and she brought me and Charlie up to be the same. But she also thought it important that we be ladylike and feminine. She taught us to sit with our knees together, and to be conscious of our posture and
My erection springs to life as she sucks. I remove my thumb and kiss her again, this time allowing the full heat of my passion to sear through us both.She’s so soft—her skin, her breasts, her mouth. I cup her left breast in my hand, feeling its weight like a ripe fruit. I’ve never seen such pale nipples on a woman, the lightest pink, barely darker than the rest of her skin, and they also feel soft, like velvet petals. I tease one with my thumb, then tug it gently until it stiffens. She gives a little moan against my mouth, so I do it again, harder this time, and she sighs, then leans her forehead on my shoulder.“What’s the matter, Alice?” I kiss her ear, then the skin beneath it. “We’ve only just started.”“I know, but I’ve been…” she tips her head back, “aaahhh… thinking about this for weeks, and… aaahhh… you make meI tease her earlobe with my tongue while I continue to tug her nipple. “Where?”“Aw, don’t make me say it.”I laugh and tug her earlobe between my teeth. “Why not?”“D