3 Years Later...AlessandroWe've been married three years now with our beautiful baby girls Amara and Wren. Everything in my life was going great. I was complete, happy even. I'd marry the love of my life, adopted Wren, and had a child of our own.But, of course, nothing ever stays good in my life.Mom has cancer. Two years after we got married she was diagnosed. She's been fighting for over a year and Dad, Rosa, Kano, and I have been throwing money in every possible direction in order to get her the best care. I'm at the hospital every single day I can be there and I bring the girls and Athena as much as possible.I want her to see us together before... before the inevitable happens. We all know. Her doctor, Dr. Jennova, showed us the X-ray scans yesterday and the cancer is spreading to fast for the treatment to keep up. There are three more tumors than there were yesterday and though no one wants to accept, at the very least say it, we know her time is coming.I walk in the house,
I left them and went into the kitchen, finding Michael leaning over the counter and pouring himself another glass of whiskey. I don't say anything, I just go over to him and give him a hug. A very tight hug that he gives back. "I'll never be able to love another woman like I loved her. She was my entire life. I can't imagine a life without her. My Rosaline."I swallowed, trying my hardest not to cry and be there for him. "I know. I know. She loved you just as much. You'll get through this with time and we'll all be here for you."He laughed, a laugh that turned into a sob. "Take care of my boy, yeah? He- He isn't going to take this well. He loved her almost just as much as I did.""Yes, of course. And if you need anything at all give me a call and I'll come by. Okay? Don't drown yourself in alcohol. Please."He pulled away, pressed a kiss to my forehead. "Thank you. I'll be okay soon." I gave him a small reassuring smile before grabbing a water and walking back into the dining room wi
It's the day of the funeral. Michael wanted his wife to be buried in the most beautiful and Godliest church we had and in the most expensive casket. He'd make sure to only have us and the family that actually knew her in the front rows.The morning was quiet. The girls and I had gotten up late to see him downstairs with breakfast made for us. We all ate in silence before the Wren wanted to go to her room and Amara had started to cry again. Alessandro took her to the living room and put on some cartoons while I had to make a few calls to my job, Serene, and some other family friends.It was time for the funeral now though. I was slipping on my black dress while Alessandro leaned against the closet door. He had on black slacks with a matching button up. The dress went all the way down to my knees and I straightened it before trying to zip it. He came up to me, his lips kissing up my back softly and sending goosebumps across my skin. "You look beautiful." He mumbled against my neck, wrap
I've tried to forget him.He's engraved in my mind like I haven't seen him for over six months. I can still remember his touch, his hands roaming all over my body, the feeling of his mouth touching every inch of me. How he was able to give me the best orgasm I ever had.I can still hear his whispers that sent me over the edge. I can feel the tightness in my stomach as he held me from my release. He's the kind of memory that will haunt you in a good and bad way.My night with him didn't just revolve around sex. I got my first tattoo with him. The butterfly tattoo that we both got on our hands didn't hurt as much as I thought it would, but it was probably because I was drunk at the time. That was the first time I was able to laugh and feel good without it feeling forced. The passion and excitement didn't last long. I had a husband to go back to while feeling an immense amount of guilt. I came up with a good lie about the tattoo and why I was out all night, luckily, he believed me. Six
I poured myself a cup of coffee and leaned against the counter as I drank it. Oliver walked over to me and kissed my cheek then lips. "Have a good day at work baby." He said, grabbing his briefcase and his cup. "I love you.""I love you too. Have a good day." I smiled and threw him his key he almost forgot on the counter. Once he was out the door, I went to pick up my ringing phone. "Hello?" I answered."Hi Mrs. Escarra." Joseline said from the other end. "I know today is your day off, but Mrs. Dubois says she needs to see you. It's urgent." I sighed and set my cup on the living room table. "I'll be down as soon as possible." Hanging up, I jogged up the stairs and to the room. Being one of the very few best women lawyers can be extremely tiring.I slipped on black high-rise pants with wide legs and a black strappy tank top that fit a bit loose on me. I paired the outfit with shiny black stilettos and curled my hair. I left my face bare before making sure I had everything and leaving
Over the next two days I was almost prepared to go to trial. Miranda and I had already discussed her court meeting that would happen in a few weeks. Having no other meetings gave me lots of time to work on Brinda's case. Mr. Dubois signed the divorce papers without a hitch thankfully.I was sitting on my living room floor, my computer sitting on the marble coffee table with papers scattered all over it. I was wearing a black silk satin night dress with lace and my hair was tied into a lazy bun.These cases were really important to me, so I spent every moment of free time I could working on them. I made sure to finish most of my paperwork for other cases so I could have quick meetings with them.I held the cap of the pen in my mouth as I signed a paper, requesting evidence from the prosecutor. They were going to use everything little thing they could to win this, so I had to gather as much information on their marriage and then them separately.There was music playing in my ear from th
Oliver and I made up when he got back home the next morning. He said he had gotten really drunk and went to a friend's house because he didn't want me to see him in that state of mind. He apologized for how he acted and told me he loved me. It sounded like bullshit, coming from a lawyer, but I decided to believe him anyway. He reeked of cheap perfume and for him to have gotten really drunk his hangover wasn't as bad as I thought it would be. He'd have to come up with a better lie, he married a fucking lawyer for God's sake.Today, I wore a simple dark red tight-fitting dress with matching color heels. I was going to go see Bella today so I could get her testimony, she was a prime witness after all and would be a great help to the case. I put on fake lashes and dark red lipstick before I started to straighten my hair.Oliver walked in his usual brown trousers and a red button up shirt. "Where are you going?" He scanned my outfit."I have to go and see a client's daughter." I continued
Why did you run you fucking idiot? Because you have a husband; a husband you love. That's why you ran because you are a faithful wife. "Shit." I moaned as he pumped his fingers in and out of me. He kissed up and down my neck, leaving marks I'd have to hide later on.He kissed down my collarbone to the exposed part of my breast. Alessandro yanked my dress over my hips and palmed my ass while I gripped onto the railing behind me. "W- we're almost at the penthouse." I panted.He threw my leg over his shoulder, not caring that someone could easily see us. He moved the thin layer of my purple lace underwear over. "Fucking beautiful." His hot breath hitting my clit causing me to suck in a breath. His entire mouth-A loud honk brought me back to reality and I rolled my eyes at the car behind me. He put his middle finger out of his window, and I did the same. "Fuck you too, asshole!" I drove off and didn't hear whatever else he had to say back. You are not allowed to be daydreaming about an