Esmeralda Show how I managed to fall asleep, even more surprising is that so did he instead of kicking me out. But what is the number one surprise is waking up with my head on his chest and his arm around me. Not going to lie, it feels amazing and I really, and I mean really don't want to move. But alas, it would be better to gather what's left of my pride and leave now to avoid the awkwardness that's sure to follow in the morning.Taking a deep breath I carefully lifted my head off his chest while using my arm to slowly move his arm. Sitting up causes me to wince. Yep, I am going to be feeling him inside me for a few days. Having untangled myself from him I placed his arm on his own chest and started backing out of the bed watching for any sign of him waking. When I get my feet on the floor two things happen. One I notice the floor is cold meaning I was so passed out I didn't realize that he took my shoes off. And two which is actually more important, I feel him coming out of me. Sh
JaxsonAs I wake up, I am instantly aware of the coldness in the bed beside me. My body instinctively reaches out, but all I feel is the emptiness of the sheets. My mind is filled with a strange feeling, one that I am not used to. Disappointment. She left. I try to justify it by telling myself that I just wanted one more time with her, to feel her slick heat against my skin before she had to go. But deep down, I know there is more to it than that. A feeling nags at me, telling me that there is something else going on. I try to shake it off, telling myself that it doesn't matter, I got what I wanted, and I know she got what she wanted too.I check the clock next to the bed and realize that it will go off soon, so I force myself to get up and start my day. I know that I should just forget about it and move on, but the emptiness in my bed for some reason is fucking with me. That thought sits with me while I get in the shower, then I shift it to my day ahead.Sunday mornings are usually a
Esmeralda I can't believe I have to do this. I can't believe this is even a thing right now. This can not be happening. As I place my phone on the counter, I can't help but wonder how things could have ended up differently. It was just supposed to be a one-night stand, but now I'm in the bathroom of a pharmacy, waiting to for the timer to go off to determine what the next part of my life will be. I never thought I would be in this situation and I can't believe this is happening. I should have known better than to trust someone like Jaxson, but his charm and good looks were hard to resist. Ugh that's not fair I could have said something too.I can hear the busy sounds of the pharmacy outside the bathroom door and my heart is racing with anxiety. The thought of being pregnant at this point in my life is overwhelming. My interview is in less than an hour and I can't focus on anything else. I try to push away the thoughts of Jaxson and our night together, but they continue to consume my
Esmeralda I stood outside the towering building, my heart raced with nerves and excitement. This was my shot, my chance to make a name for myself and provide for my unborn child. Well maybe not a name for myself. It's just a secretary job. I couldn't help but feel overwhelmed as I looked up at the reflective glass windows, the name "Cancade" shining in bold letters above the entrance. Taking a deep breath, I straightened my blazer and walked towards the door.As I wait to speak to the front desk my mind wonders. My journey to this moment had been a rollercoaster, filled with unexpected twists and turns. Just when I thought I had everything figured out, get a job for the first time since high school and get out of Frankie's hair and enjoy my freedom, now life threw her a curveball. But now, as I inch closer to the desk, I know that this job is more important than ever. It wasn't just about a career anymore; it was about building a stable future for my child. "Welcome to Cancade. How m
JaxsonAs the CEO of the Cancade, I was always on the lookout for new and diverse talent for my team. So when Ms. Marcy brought across a resume with the name Esmerelda on it, I couldn't help but feel intrigued. I had never heard that name before in the city and wondered how many other people shared it. Despite knowing that most of the resume may have been exaggerated, with Esmerelda having told me she was a stay-at-home wife, I decided I had to know if it was the same one haunting my dreams and waking mine, so I told Marcy to call her in for an interview.That was a week ago and now I was sitting in the room connected to where the interview would take place, I instructed Marcy on what questions to ask, wanting to get a better understanding of Esmerelda's skills and qualifications. I wanted to hear her answers and gauge her potential for the job. Even though I already knew if it was my Esmeralda, I was going to hire her regardless.I watched as she walked into the interview room, and I
Esmeralda IThe rain was relentless, drenching me to the bone as I stood on the crowded street corner, desperately trying to flag down a cab. I had been waiting for what felt like an eternity, using my blazer as a makeshift shield against the unforgiving downpour. But no cab would stop for me, their red lights mocking me as they sped by. Just when I was about to lose hope, a sleek black car pulled up to the curb. The driver, a tall and imposing figure, stepped out wearing a chauffeur's uniform and holding an umbrella. My heart skipped a beat as he approached me, his presence commanding and intriguing. "Ms. Roth?" he asked, his voice deep and smooth. I nodded, taken aback by his familiarity. He smiled and opened the back door, motioning for me to get in. "I am the company driver. I've been assigned to you." I looked at him in confusion, but the sight of the umbrella made me realize I could finally put down my useless blazer. He pulled out his ID, confirming his identity as Anthony Ro
JaxsonTony is one of my men, and he has proven himself to be one of my best. That is why, despite his role as a driver, I have also entrusted him with the task of monitoring Esmerelda. It was a gut feeling, one that I couldn't quite explain, but I knew that I had to keep an eye on her. The thought of her walking out in the pouring rain, alone and vulnerable, did not sit well with me. So, I had Tony pick her up and take her home. And now, he will be her personal driver.But, as I sit here contemplating the situation, I can't help but wonder if this is really a good idea. Does it provide me with the opportunity to gather information on Esmerelda? Yes, yes it does. I can't help but feel a twinge of guilt. Is this really a good idea? I have no clue. There is just something about her. But this might be too much. I have never taken an interest in a woman like this before. I knew from the first night I shouldn't, but I did. I thought about her far more than I would ever admit. She was wo
Esmeralda As I step into the imposing building of Cancade Inc., my heart pounds in my chest like a drum. It's my first day, and the nerves are getting the best of me. I've never worked as a secretary before, my only job experience being a stint at a fast food joint back in high school. But I believe in myself, I believe I can do this job.But there's more to my anxiety than just the new job. I'm pregnant, and sooner or later, I'll have to ask for time off for doctor's appointments. The thought sends a fresh wave of worry washing over me. I don't want anyone to find out yet, not until I'm ready. The morning sickness has started, making it harder to keep my secret. I need this job, more than anyone could understand. My soon-to-be ex-husband, Billy, never let me work, kept me dependent on him. But that's in the past now. This job is my ticket to independence, to providing for my child, to a new life.I take a deep breath, square my shoulders, and step into the bustling office. I can do