God she missed him. If there was any time she needed him more than ever, it was now. But once again she'd let her big mouth chase him away. Maybe she was truly allergic to happiness. Like the coward she was, she'd spent the night at a hotel, hoping by the next day she'd have enough courage to face her children and give them some sort of explanation about her disappearance and their grandma. Even though they hadn't started asking questions yet, she knew it was only a matter of time and she didn't want to be caught chewing her words when that time came. The boys were at the stage in their life where they were extra perceptive and questioning. But as she lay on the small bed in the room, she didn't feel any different than she felt the day before. Sighing, she forced herself to get up. It was getting late and if she didn't do anything, the whole day would be lost. She'd already spent the better part of it moping around and making herself feel terrible. She showered with what condiment
She was only going there to have a talk with him, she told herself again, trying to deny how excited she was to get to see him again. She missed him, but her body missed him even more. Ugh. She had to keep her mind on the road. Swerving this fast would give her a ticket if not anything. She had to calm down. Nothing was going to happen anyway. She had reached out and they agreed to have a cordial meeting about where they would go on from there. It was going to be at his office and she tried to subdue the pang that hit her chest when she remembered why he wouldn't meet her at his house. To be honest, all this while she'd hoped the whole thing between him and Gabby was all a misunderstanding. She thought that soon enough it would come out she was lying and he'd send her out. He'd sworn he never had anything to do with her. But now over a month had passed and Gabby was still living with him and he was no longer denying anything. Honking angrily at another driver who'd just cut her o
She looked so good. Smelt even better. Her body was warm, perfect against his. This hadn't been the plan. He was supposed to be firm with her, discuss the plan for the boys since their current arrangement didn't seem to be working. Their meeting was meant to be professional, since she'd proven to him time without number she didn't want him in her life. But here he was, breathing her in like a drug, swallowing her lips like it was his last meal and gripping her body against his as if he needed her to survive. The table was too clustered with files and stupid things. Pushing the damned things away, he placed her right on the table, without even bothering to shut the door. His entire mind was on this goddess before him and nothing else. He didn't know who was more turned on. She was peeling off his clothes just as fervently as he was pulling hers off, breathing equally as heavily. Minutes later, they were both completely naked in the cold office yet sweating profusely. He stopped
Her body was still shaking many moments after her shattering orgasm. She was breathing fast and so was he. She watched him breathless, with her back slightly turned to him, wondering what would happen next. Her legs were shaking and he could see that. She'd missed him being this intimate with her but in his office, that was a first. Noticing the open door again, she suddenly felt self-conscious. What if someone walked in? Or worse, what if someone had walked in while they were in the heat of it, saw them and walked away when the person saw what was happening. A part of her wanted him to hold her and tell her everything was settled. She didn't like this feeling she was having and couldn't explain. However, he looked her up and down once again as if to remember her features forever and then went to where a pile of clothes were and put them on. She didn't do anything. It was like her mind could no longer control her body. When he was fully dressed, he sat down in his office chair, l
Asher surprised her by laughing and soon enough, the lawyer began to laugh as well. "Everytime," he said, reaching into his briefcase and bringing out a new pile of copies of the exact paper she had just ripped apart. "There are several more where that came from and it is still saved in my laptop. So we could either waste each other's time or you could just calmly read the contents of the documents." She felt like such a fool. He was a lawyer, of course he'd have photocopies. But ripping those papers apart felt good. An adrenaline rush if nothing. She didn't dare look at Asher. She could imagine the amused look that would be etched on his face, mocking her. She swallowed as she picked up the first document with trembling fingers. …will be allowed visiting rights every two weeks. She will not be allowed to take the children outside the home without the father's permission. She should not be seen around the children until her allocated weekends…"You have to be joking." "I'm not,
Anne didn't even try to defend herself when for the first time in her life, a pair of handcuffs was tightly fastened on her wrists. He had won.It was mere fantasy to think she could possibly win against him. As she was escorted into the police vehicle she'd somehow missed earlier, she half expected her sons to turn around and notice her. They could at least wonder why their mother was being treated like a common criminal, but they didn't. Instead they kept smiling up at Asher and eating up every word that came out of his mouth. He was right. He could tell them anything and they'd quickly forget about her if he wanted. But from what she'd seen he wouldn't even need to tell them anything. As she fought back tears, she tried to remind herself it wasn't their fault. They were only children after all and probably just thought she was somewhere else. They rarely saw their father, so it was always a big deal whenever they did. At least she'd done something right, she thought as the ca
As she held the check in her shaky hands, the urge to rip it apart like she'd once done before returned to her strongly. Once again, he thought he could fix everything with money. The tears were still in her eyes as she kept holding the offending paper, the reality of it settling in her. He really expected her to take the money in exchange for her kids. And she was considering it. Another paper fell out from the envelope and she opened it. It was a handwritten note addressed to her. Let's just make things easier. Asher. It was so impersonal, like he was laying her off from a business deal they'd both agreed to. A bile rose in her throat once again and she swallowed it. There were so many things she could do with that money. The possibilities were endless. But none of it would ever be worth it if she didn't have her children there to enjoy it with her. Resting her head on the steering wheel, she tried but failed to still her pounding heart. ***"The house is totally worth it.
"I'm sorry," Anne whispered, hugging her best friend. "Shh. Shh. Don't beat yourself up. I just needed a lens to see the relationship was already over and you just happened to help me with that. I know you don't really like him so we're cool." "Never let a guy come between us," Anne repeated, smiling sadly. Lola shook her head. "I honestly can't believe how quickly we all broke that pact. Although Gabby is taking hers too far." Anne shrugged. She didn't really want to talk about Gabby now or ever. "I was surprised when I heard it. I even tried to convince her to stop what she was doing but she blocked me on all social media. I never knew she had that side to her. It all made sense why she wanted you to break up with Asher then. But I don't understand why he'd just fall into her trap like that. What did she tell him to make him not want to fight for you?""She probably didn't have to say anything," Anne said, leading her friend to the bench in the kitchen where they both sat down
Six months later "Stop shuffling Danny. Don't you want to look good in the Christmas photo?" Anne warns, trying to keep smiling and also tell her kids what to do at the same time. It's Christmas eve and they're taking a family photo but the kids for some reason can't stay at a spot for more than a minute. "You heard your mother," Asher says in a deeper, sharper voice and the boys stay still as the cameraman once again takes the shot. "Aha. This is perfect!" he exclaims, urging them to remain in the same spot. After a few minutes, the photoshoot is finally over and they collectively breathe a sigh of relief. The pictures look so clean and beautiful on camera, even the boys look delighted. "I'll send the photos immediately after I'm done editing them," he says. "You have a beautiful family," he adds before leaving and Anne mouths 'thank you', with a blush. As they all sit down to have dinner, all in their pajamas, the word 'family' keeps ringing in Anne's ears. Even after six mon
"Trevor?" Anne repeated, not sure she'd heard right. But when she saw Trevor walk up to them with a determined look on his face, she knew he really had something to say. At the far end of the room, Lola and Asher's sisters kept gaping with open mouths. They were obviously just as unaware as she was. No wonder he'd shown up randomly and seemed to know about the wedding even when no one else did. When he reached up to them, he smiled and shook Asher's hand like they were old time friends. "A lot of you don't know, but Mr Ingram is now a very good friend of mine," Trevor began, addressing the crowd. "I have just started a small company in Chicago and it's very successful, all thanks to him." He gave Anne a slight nod of acknowledgement before he brought out a small flashdrive. "Some months ago, I met up with an old friend, Jason in Chicago. Unknown to me, he'd traced me there because he needed a favor from me. The favor was to burn down Anne's home with all of them in it." The cro
"What the hell are you talking about?" Jason asked, taking a step backwards. Asher smirked, turning to Gabby who looked like she was about to explode in tears. "You tell me," he shrugged. "You're the one who's desperate for this wedding to hold and I wonder why. You're in love with Gabby, she's carrying your child, yet you want us to be married. Why is that?" The congregation watched with keen interest as the drama unfolded before them. This was not what they'd expected but it was much better. Anne couldn't say anything. So this marriage was a sham from the start. It was comforting but strange. There were more questions than answers and she hated being in the center of attention but not knowing what would come next. "Asher," Gabby whispered in a weak voice. "Why are you doing this at our wedding? The baby in my belly belongs to you and you know this." "Will you just shut it already?" Asher said, rolling his eyes and turning to face her. It was evident he was sick of pretending
Halfway through the makeover, Anne already felt her spirits returning. The old man was in another room and Lola had joined in to help select the perfect dress that would turn heads, according to her. Within an hour she looked even more breathtaking than she'd looked at the ball a few weeks ago. Her jewelry matched her skin tone perfectly, her gown hugged her curves and flattered her glossy skin which glowed from the expensive ointment Yvette rubbed on her. Heads would definitely turn. "We should open a beauty salon," Lola gasped, shaking her head like she couldn't believe what they'd just created. "And Anne will be our model." "I second that," Yvonne said, honestly. "You really think so?" Yvette said, trying to mask her pride. "You look absolutely gorgeous.""Asher's definitely going to rethink everything when he sees you." Danny and Damien came in with Trevor who was wheeling in the old man when he heard a lot of noise. "You make me regret losing you." They laughed.The kid
Lola and Trevor agreed to wait in the car for her while she went in, simply because Yvette's voice had sounded very frantic on the phone and they didn't want her mincing words because of them. When she entered the house, she suddenly felt on edge. Breathing in again and again, she went up the staircase to the room Yvette assured her she'd be, and tried to remove the memory of her fighting and humiliating herself on that very staircase. She heard their voices before she reached the room so they were easy to spot. They? She'd only hoped to see Yvette. When she heard the throaty male voice come out from the room, accompanied by Yvonne's voice, her expression turned sour. This had not been part of the plan. She wanted no business with the horrible man who was Asher's father. Sometimes she wondered why God had taken her grandmother and not him. "Anne!" Yvonne called, just when she decided to go back down the stairs. "oh thank God you're here. Please come in. Asher's about to make th
"You need to go there," Lola said, trailing after her."And wreck their wedding?" Anne asked, trying to mask the anger and betrayal in her voice. "Of course. You're always letting things go. You want him and if he gets married to her, that's gonna be the end. Even if you don't do this for your own happiness, do it for your sons. She's a slimy bitch and that's how their relationship is gonna be forever. If he continues to take custody of them, they'll have to grow up with her. Forever." "Where else do you think I'm going?" She asked getting into her car. "I knew you had it in you, girl." Lola said, getting into the passenger side of the car beside her. As they zoomed off, Trevor gave them the directions to the wedding arena while Lola hyped her up. She didn't know what she would do when she got there, but it would all be worth it. As long as the anger in her remained, there wasn't going to be a wedding. "Wait!" Lola suddenly screamed, making Anne screech the car to an abrupt halt.
Her newfound admiration for Asher died down the moment he bade her goodbye, revved his car and started to leave with the kids. Perhaps she'd been wrong to assume that after the culprit responsible for her grandmother's demise had been found and him taking her out, the least he could do was let her have her children back, at least for some time. "I don't really think you're in the right frame of mind to have the children hovering all over you. I don't want you to lose it," he'd said before giving her an apologetic look and driving off. Now she was in her new house, telling everything to Lola after finally finding her voice. "Did you just say Jake was arrested?" Lola asked in disbelief. "For arson?" "I'm just as surprised as you are.""Hmm. I knew he was wicked but not a murderer. Are you sure the detective was right?" "They've been trailing him for a while now and even got his confession on tape." "Hmm. I suppose I'm lucky for everything that happened. Imagine we were still datin
Fear engulfed her body, making her mind run places as she searched for her sons. They were nowhere to be found. Oh God. Why did she have to turn her face away to listen to what Asher had to say. "Damien, Danny!" Asher screamed their names and she followed suit, suddenly remembering it was a possibility.Where had they gone? She had to be positive, she told herself, and realistic. No one could have possibly kidnapped them right under her nose without them screaming or yelling for help. They'd either left to find some other more interesting place not so far from there or worse, like the last time, they'd seen someone they knew and followed them."Danny, Damien!" She called, desperation entering her voice. "Mommy!" She heard from not so far away. She turned immediately to the sound of her sons' voice. "Oh, God," she breathed in relief as she ran to where the boys were. Asher was still on the other side of the field looking for the boys but she called him over, signaling to him th
Having the kids all to himself had not been anything like he'd expected. There were several things he never thought he would experience. He was only used to seeing them once in a while, usually when they happened to be on their best behavior because they were just excited to see him and tried to please him, but when the excitement wore off within a few days of them spending day and night with him, everything changed. Just at breakfast the other day, they'd asked for their mom and when Gabby told them she wouldn't be joining them soon, they began to complain about how the crusts of the bread hadn't been cut off like their mom always did. Danny made a fuss and threw the contents of his side of the table away and Damien soon followed suit. When he tried to get them to stop, they only spat at him and threw tantrums.. He wished that was the end but it wasn't. They complained about the most random things and threw a tantrum anytime anyone corrected them. The most unbearable part of it was