I look around the bakery after the morning rush finally ends, and I make my way to the front of the shop to clean up. The phone call I received earlier from Mr. Jameson has somewhat left me shaking with anger, annoyance, disbelief… maybe, gratitude, a misunderstanding?I’m not quite sure how I feel, to be honest. I suppose I need a little more time to try to digest and dissect the news about me no longer being broke and that the bakery is now debt free too, which also means my suppliers have been paid in full as well.Mr. Jameson informed me that Tobias deposited a large sum of money into my business account this morning and that we won’t need to file for bankruptcy like he feared we would have had to do two weeks ago.Is it wrong for me to be sensitive about the fact that Tobias chose to deposit the money into the account this morning? Especially, after we spent the night in each other's arms while he whispered sweet nothing into my ear until I fell asleep?Because I truly don’t wan
I look up at the building that houses my scheming little sister, my unfaithful ex-boyfriend, and their unborn child. The sun has already set, and I can see that the light in their living room is on, indicating that someone is home.After Davis left the bakery this morning, I cannot shake that there was more to the story than he was telling me. He can’t be that shallow to show up and make me believe that Ava has her claws in my husband too without a proper explanation.Though, it wouldn’t surprise me.Ava is and will always be the beauty between us, and she knows it. Some women use their beauty for the good, and some use it to manipulate others. Unfortunately, Ava falls into the manipulation category along with being selfish and deceitful.So, why am I standing here under their window like some crazy stalker? I’m convinced if what Davis has said is true, Tobias will tell me when he is ready, and I truly need to stop being paranoid because that’s just not who I am.“I truly hope that
While seated at the table, I push my food around the plate. It's safe to say that I've lost my appetite after seeing Ava, and I can't seem to shake the terrified expression that was embedded in her eyes when Chase violently grabbed her.Even though I am angry with her, I couldn't help but admire how beautiful she looked while pregnant. Despite the fact that she appeared to have not slept in days, she had a radiant glow that I would kill for. She also appeared to have lost some weight.I wonder if she is eating enough.Maybe I should drop some food off to her tomorrow after I lock up at the bakery. I won’t stay for a chit-chat, just drop the food off and leave. At least this way, I know that both Ava and her unborn child are getting the nutrients they require.“Last time I checked, you were a huge fan of Asian cuisine,” Tobias says in a concerned tone as he breaks through my train of thought. I place my fork down on the table next to my plate and I pick up my wine glass, “I’m sorry,
TOBIAS: “Thank you, Tobias,” Keri whispers, resting her forehead against mine. “Thank you for being understanding and being the best version of yourself when I need you the most.” I grit my teeth, feeling like utter filth. An imposter imprisoned within myself with no way of escaping. Again, Keri proves to me that she is too good for me and I don’t deserve her. Lies… Deceit... I have told the woman I am obsessively in love with, nothing but lies this evening. If Keri were to find out that I was the one that Ava was arguing with on the phone, she would leave me in a heartbeat if she knew why. As I predicted earlier, Ava called me, fuming about the amount of money I had deposited into her account this morning. She previously demanded five hundred thousand dollars and being the proud prick that I am, I deposited five hundred dollars and not a cent more. I am not a man that plays games. If you have cheated me and think that you can blackmail me, you will quickly learn that hell
I stir in my sleep from the soft touch of Tobias pressing his warm lips against my forehead.“Mmm, what time is it?” I yawn, feeling like I had just fallen asleep moments ago.“It’s four in the morning,” He whispers, stroking my cheek with the pad of his thumb, which sends a ripple of goosebumps to disperse across my body.I love it when he touches me with affection.I doubt he will ever understand how much it means to me, not only because he is a man, but how can I expect him to understand when I, myself, am trying to find a reason behind my emotions? “Four in the morning?” I moan in a croaky voice, peeling my eyelids open. “What are you doing up and dressed at this time of the morning?”Tobias is seated on the edge of my bed with his body angled to the side. Every time I see him wearing one of my favourite hued, slim-fitting suits, my mouth waters.The colour indigo-blue accentuates his irises, and the tailored suit emphasizes his ripped physique beneath all of that expensive fabri
I want to rip my heart out!I want to tear away at the layers of my flesh and pull the beating organ from my chest.As I watch my world lighting up before me, it serves no real purpose to me at this moment.I want to scream until my lungs collapse and my throat ignites into a fireball from the searing agony consuming me.Why?Why would someone do this to me?Was I targeted?I mean…what could drive a person to do this to another?Everything I have worked so hard towards is now up in flames within a matter of seconds.The carnal beating of my heart pounding against my chest entwines with the smoke alarm, drumming out everything that surrounds me.Then there is silence…The beautiful stillness of emptiness.Until the gossip of the early morning breeze whispers through the treetops, and rustling leaves until I find myself plummeting into an abyss of darkness.“No…” I cry, frantically shaking my head as I jump out of my car.Today, the world burns.The heat from the consuming flames sweeps
Still, in a state of shock, I absentmindedly watch as the paramedic cleans the small wounds scattered across my arms as the detective continues to ask me questions. “I’m sorry, Mrs. Landry, but do you have any idea who would want to burn your bakery down?” Detective Ashley inquires, his pen touching the pocket-sized field notebook he holds in his hand. Continuing to watch the paramedic, I shake my head, “No.” I sigh, trying to come to terms that everything that has happened this morning wasn’t a dream. “Witnesses say that you accused a male named,” He pauses, flipping a few pages forward, “Kip.” Flipping the pages back over, he regards me again. This time I turn my head and look at the detective through misty eyes. “Kip?” I sniffle, feeling like shit for blaming him in the first place. “Kip wouldn’t hurt a fly. He said something that didn’t sit right with me and in return, I accused him. It was petty, and I wanted to hurt him.” Detective Ashley nods his head, writing everything I
The emotions of feeling: Shocked. Hurt. Confused. Misguided… swirl in the pit of my stomach, and it feels like my insides have grown teeth about to go on a rampage and turn me inside out.“I… I…I don’t understand or get why Tobias would lie to me.” I swallow thickly, past the lump that continues to grow in my throat. “Maybe it is you who is misunderstood, Davis,” I whisper, wrapping my fingers around my throat.Davis snakes his fingers around my upper arm, above my elbow, and gently pulls me to the side. Out of sight and hearing range for all to hear and see.His hand slowly glides down my arm, sending a surge of goosebumps to infect my skin. His fingers find mine, and he laces them together, gently stroking the pad of his thumb across my knuckles.I notice his eyes dilate as he sweeps the firm tip of his tongue across the sharp bow on his upper lip, and he takes a step forward, entering my personal space. “Unfortunately for you, I know full well that we have no business in Perth,