Louisa's eyes wandered for a bit. She could not stay mad at Zaphrina for long not only because of her puppy face but also because they had shared a lot of things together and she had a way with words that touched her differently.
She should definitely think of becoming a counselor.
"Marley must have told you about my encounter with Conrad."
"Yeah, he did. That was an abrupt appearance from the abyss, wasn't it?"
"You can say that again," Louisa watched Bethany pull on her mother's breast fisting and unfisting her miniature fingers with her brilliant eyes intently gawking her mum. "I don't know what to do, no, I mean, I don't know how to go about it."
"I understand. Relations should not be forced. It's a go-with-the-flow kind of thing, I don't know if you get what I'm trying to say," Louisa nodded, "yeah, so...you can meet up somewhere just like you would do with a business partner. Talk about basic stuff and eventually get into the matter at hand."
Mason took a U-turn to the pharmacy after dropping Zaphrina off. He had a good time talking about everything and anything with her, like the good old days. When he arrived at the pharmacy, the door opened before he could reach for the knob. He came in contact with a face that he had seen before; same salt and pepper bob but contrary to the last time she was in a pair of faded jean baggy jumpsuit, this time she had on a short leather skirt beneath a crop top. She smiled at him with charm and warmth then frowned. "Oh my! What happened to your face?" Mason rubbed his neck not just out of nervousness but also trying to recall the lady's name. "Got into a little fight," he vaguely retorted. "Oh, you didn't seem to be that kind of person some days back." "Don't judge a book by its cover, you know that? For all you know you might be talking to a criminal." He chuckled but the lady didn't seem to find the joke. A sad mask appeared on her b
"No, tell her I'll be late. I'm expecting a client today," Louisa said, "yes, but make sure the design is exactly what she wants," she played with a pencil between her dainty fingers."Okay, what about the pantry cabinets? She requested something extravagant, you know that right?...okay...okay, that's a great idea, I'll pass by in about an hour or so." With that, she dropped the call. Nerry knocked when she had halfway drifted her mind to Gianna. It's been roughly fifty hours since she hadn't seen her and she missed her so much. But she didn't want the little girl to see her in the bitter mood she was in. "Mr. Wayne just arrived, Miss," Nerry reported. "Let him in." "Right away." Her immediate disappearance had a charming man walk-in in a businessman's suit. If the a.c wasn't on she would be erratically fanning her face from heat. "Good morning, Miss. Woods." His signature smile exhibited those killer dimples she had come to admire more than life itself. "Have a seat, Mr. Way--"
Mason was back in the Mansion the next day due to swift and effective procedures. Dylan facilitated his workload with the confirmation of the first plan he sent to him which made his night serene and almost peaceful. Almost. He had been trying to reach Louisa the previous day and that morning on his drive to the estate to no avail. What was he thinking? Upon arrival, his team members were already present. All he had to do was show them the plan and get to work. The task at hand wasn't much but that didn't mean a day was enough to do everything. In the course of demolishing, Mason felt a little dizzy and decided to sit on one of the dusty sheet-covered sofas in the living room where he watched the cloudless blue sky through the glass roof. One good thing was it restrained the burning sun rays. Amid all the hammering, tumbling of bricks, panel sawing, Mason still managed to find sleep. Just mild enough to hear approaching footsteps. It wasn't those of the heavy boots he and his cow
She prayed for Ace to be wrong. She didn't properly know how to change a diaper without creating a mess. Bethany was now crying at the top of her tiny lungs when Louisa gave the milk a try. When the little girl whipped her head away from the bottle, Louisa embraced her fate.Service will soon be over after all, in case she rubbed shit on her no one will notice. "Need help?" "No," she snapped without looking who. "But you're taking that diaper out the wrong way. You'll get stained in that way." "So?" Mason held both her hands, "let me do it," with care, he removed Bethany's wasted diaper, "do you have wipes with you?" Louisa searched in the maternity bag and gave him the baby's wipes."I used to do this to Louis most of the time. Any Vaseline or diaper cream?" Louisa gave him a diaper cream. "It was the only moment I could spend some quality time with him," he played with Bethany's cheeks causing her to giggle. "A
"I'm sorry to disturb, again," he heard Lydia say when he was busy plastering a brick wall, "I'll need your trowel for a minute or two if you don't mind." "You're not disturbing at all," he grinned back at the lady, "I was rounding up with the plastering. Let me get to my toolbox," reaching it, he helter skeltered the handable tools which were in the big steel box, "I kept that thing in here." He muttered to himself. "Is this what you're looking for?" She pointed to the equipment which was half-buried in an empty bag of cement. Mason gently shook his head. "That's what it does when there's a pretty lady around." Lydia flushed. Mason tried to brush his indirect compliment with, "need a helping hand?" "No worries." "I honestly want to learn one or two things about flowers from you before my contract here is over. It will be a shame if you deny me that honor." "Okay, Mr. Drama king. I just don't want my brother to think I recycled his arc
"Hum, tantalizing lady," Dylan admitted. He couldn't lie on that. He'd been insanely attracted to her from the time he'd set eyes on her days back even though his first impression of her contradicted what he had been hearing from jabberings. In a good way."Is that your stand?" He could sense that she was a good person behind the cold and frightening mask. That which only made him want to know her more, in person. But she was still struggling to be discrete with her personal life. Perhaps he hadn't tried hard enough to persuade her that he had nothing but good intentions or perhaps she just didn't talk much. So far, he'd succeeded in cracking her to speak despite the moody guise she performed, and that alone stirred him up in a way he couldn't understand. But that wasn't his only aim tonight. If he was supposed to prove to himself that even though his father's blood coursed through his veins, he was much more capable to treat women more than just sexual satisf
Inspired by One republic- ships + tides. Louisa woke up minutes later feeling an extra weight and a presence on the right side of her bed. How did she get there? The last thing she remembered was she was in a heated fight with Mason then she felt dizzy all of a sudden. She turned to Mason who was tracing out her facial features. "How're you feeling?" He asked with sufficient concern. "I'm fine. You can leave now if you were waiting on me to be awake." He sat there. Silent. Collected. "Didn't you hear me?" She emphasized. "I heard you right," she enlargened her eyes urging him to move, "I guess I can't change the resentment you have towards me, so I'll finally grant your heart desire. I'll disappear. I'll avoid you. But just promise me two things." He waited for her to say something to give him a go-ahead but she said nothing. "To not get intimate with any man unless he's worth it and to let me at least ke
"Won't you come inside?" Lydia quizzed. "Next time. I'm not..." He looked at his dirty work outfit, "presentable." "Is that what you worry about? No one's going to question you or look at you oddly," She urged. "Lydia, thanks for the offer but next time. I promise." "If you say so. Good night then." She waved and sauntered into the villa. He admired the house for a few more minutes, as he did any beautiful house which he came across, before walking to the driver's seat. He had recently begun to design a house plan. He wished he wasn't doing it alone. But as unsure as he was about his future with the lady who owned his heart, Mason decided to go through it alone. He would be done with his contract the next day that which will give him enough room to show his mum the house he has bought for her. He smiled at her delight to come. "Mason," he heard Dylan call. The latter shut his car and walked toward him. "Hope you're good. Look,
It was a silent ride to school so far. Neither Petra nor Gianna seemed to be in the mood for a dispute and Louisa was very much happy and okay with that. The last thing she needed was to drive to work with a thumping head as the routine had it which is why she preferred Mason to drive the kids to school. He knew the tricks which never worked when she tried. He wasn't going to be in town until two days and she missed him dearly. Louisa and Mason, a year before their wedding, were lucky enough to purchase three hectares of land in their dream town—Philipstown. They'd taken out time to visit it after their contract in renovating a retired baseball player's home— Joey Duran—was over. They'd fallen in love with the serenity of the little town, its adorable boutiques, and classic restaurants. Louisa had most especially fallen in love with Cold Spring Harbor. It's greenish-blue glimmering water at day and different hues of orange and yellow at dusk due to the reflection of the setting sun.
"Before you all present here, most especially Mr. Frederick Woods, I, Mason Donovan plead to have your blessings and to let go off your daughter, Louisa Ariana Woods to the realm of my love, care, and affection. I do not want to make empty promises but I give you my word that I'll give her all that I've got." He turned to Louisa, took a step back, and gradually went down on a knee."It's been a short, yet a long time since we've known each other, Lou, and during all this time I've learned so many things about you and with you. You might think this is too early but I don't. I have made up my mind," he fished out a blue velvet ring case from his pocket."To spend the rest of my life with you," he opened the box to a shimmery diamond ring. "Louisa," he called. "Will you marry me?"Louisa covered her mouth with a palm as the tears which had built up during his little speech finally rained."Say it!" Doris yelled from the crowd."Yes, say Yes, Lou," Elizabeth added.Soon enough, all the wom
Everything went on successfully. It was indeed true that happiness originated from a peaceful mind, an entourage of sincere positive energy from family, friends, and even strangers. Everyone's face dazzled with smiles and laughter as plates and dishes were passed from one to another. The atmosphere was inundated with chatters about everything and anything.What more could one ask for? Zaphrina was barely thirty seconds into her meal when she noticed Ace's absence. She could swear he was present during grace but now where was he at? "Bread?" Louisa who was sitting beside her asked with a basket of buns. At the latter's sight of worry in Zaphrina's countenance, she asked, "what is it?" Zaphrina vacated her chair. "I'll be back, permit me."It was in the boy's room, after adventuring in the playroom, that the young mother found her boy crying at an idle corner, his head bent to his knees. "Ace, what is wrong, my baby?" She rushed to h
YOUNG BEARDED GANG HQ. "Relax, man," Marley reassured Mason by tapping his shoulder, "you're as stiff as a corpse." The latter hadn't realized that, in fact, he seemed to not have known what was going on as he walked into the company of other bearded gangs of the family with Marley looking all happy-panky and friendly. Like nothing ever transpired.He would've thought so if the plastered cut on his jaw didn't sting so bad. The dude had quite a fist, he had to admit. "Gentlemen, I present to you an aspiring new member of the gang, Mason Donovan." The room which was filled with a dozen and three more men turned dead as fifteen pairs of eyes glued their way.The room was a typical men's garden with a bar growing a variety of liquor, a billiard table, flat-screen TV, beer fridge, and much more his eyes hadn't landed on yet. "What happened to your face, dude?" A tall man resting his feet on a coffee table asked. His low cut, exposing his scalp, made him look younger than his age could
Gianna had fallen asleep in the middle of a story that her father narrated. A kiss and a good night wish crowned the event. Mason strode to Louisa's room afterward, the latter was changing into a tempting shimmering dark red silky nightdress. She flew her hair out of the dress's trapping neckline in a way that was not only alluring but dick-breaking. He stood there staring in awe. "Is she asleep already?" "Uh...yeah." He broke out of his daze and began discarding his clothes. A warm shower and a lower body cover—boxers—entitled him to the bed right next to Louisa. She laid her head on his chest, closed her eyes, and listened to the quietness of the room then to the melody of his heartbeat. "How did your visit go?" He played with her hair. "Great. She's growing strong." "Yeah, I noticed that too. It's a good thing." "What about work, how did it go?" It was rare that they worked on Saturdays and when they did, it usua
The proper introduction of Gianna to Ruth went smoothly, joyfully, and amicably. To Louisa's surprise, Gianna enjoyed the visit to the extent of not wanting to return home. The little girl stuffed herself with Ruth's pastries and sumptuous meals so much that it was almost impossible for her to walk. Louisa at some point had second thoughts on going even though joining the duo was her idea. The fear was due to the first impression she made of herself in front of Ruth a few months back. The twists and turns of life. But luckily for her, the lady was receiving and behaved like nothing out of place ever occurred between them. "She's fast asleep," Mason commented after a glance at the rearview mirror. Louisa swiftly turned. "I'm afraid we'll never hear the end of Grandma Ruth's apple pie."That was all Gianna chanted halfway through their journey before falling asleep. "She reminds me of Ava. She too loves my mum's apple pie." "I
"It still hurts you isn't it?" "Badly." Dylan exhaled. On his way to Lydia's, he had seen Louisa and Mason from a distance cheerfully hopping into Mason's jeep. Credit to his gallantry to make sure she was secured in first.Why did that detail bother him? Because whether he did that or not, she won't come flying in his arms for severe reasons. "Did Louisa tell you...her brother wishes to help?" He had immediately jumped to narrating to his sister about his encounter with Louisa days back after telling her about seeing the happy duo down the street. "Why help?" Lydia lowered her head. Even though Dylan was closer to her than Levine and Max were, she still found him intimidating when talking about certain things with the fear of not knowing how he'll take it. Especially since Corey came into their lives. "To reduce Corey's penalty." She hesitated. "Because that's what you want?" She remained silent for a bit. The only time Dylan ever got mad at her was when she settled for the di
It was very understandable how Dylan reacted to Corey's case. She would do the same if she were in his shoes. Lydia hadn't to worry about him, not now, not in the next life because of the strong support system that existed—family. From a visible distance, Louisa couldn't sight her daughter at the meet-up point and the premises had begun to dry out of human presence. Panic surged.Louisa brusquely fled out of her car into Gianna's classroom where she walked into Mrs. Heather with a stack of papers. "Hello, Miss Woods, how can I be helpful to you?" She adjusted her glasses upper her nose. "I haven't seen Gianna so I was wondering if she was still in class." "Not at all. All the kids flew out as soon as the bell went off," she laughed but stopped when Louisa's face was still insipid. "Uh, have you checked the restrooms? Or perhaps someone from the family must have picked her up." She didn't know or assign anyone to pick Gianna up. Zaphrina was under house arrest, Marley around that t
"You're ridiculous, you're fucking ridiculous, Conrad." "What is it this time?" A woman in black and red ombre hair tossed a phone to the dark red-haired man. "Who is she? You've been texting her since three days ago, isn't it?" Conrad opened his mouth to speak. "You can't lie to me because the proof is right there in your phone, so tell me the truth." The woman yelled. "Come on, Jenny, she's my coworker and nothing more." "You call your coworker sweet names?" Conrad gently approached Jennifer as a zookeeper will do to an escaped Leopard. "I swear, there's nothing going on between her and me. It happens that we call each other sweet names but there's nothing more to it, believe me." He tried to touch her but was yelled at in return, "don't touch me. You're a bloody liar, Conrad." She pushed him to run downstairs. "Jenny," Conrad called behind her, "Je...Jenny, hear me out." "Don't follow me, Conrad, don't talk to me