Fill me in on your thoughts. How do you think Laura is going to take this news?
I honestly do not know where to start from. But as my friend would say, start from anywhere. I feel like a total ass for leaving this book unupdated for so long but the thing is, school has been after my life. I can't even begin to explain how hectic things have been. On some days when I get back home just when it's starting to get dark, I fall face down on my bed without even eating and wake up the next day for a repeat. There's no time to focus on myself, not to talk about my books and it's crazy because I thought I'd be able to update at least a chapter a week but I've not been able to. And I kept meaning to update a chapter where I would attach a message to let you guys in on what was going on but I never got the chance to. Now that it's looking like I may never get to, I've decided to just send out a message. I hope that I have not lost all my readers and I hope I'll still have you all here when I get back to writing this book because I plan to focus on it all through my holida
LAURA You’re pregnant. Two words. That was all it took to change my life. The doctor’s words still echoed in my head even well over thirty minutes later. I was pregnant. Pregnant as in with child. As in there was a minuscule human living inside of me. A tiny life growing inside of me. A life I had taken part in creating. While my thoughts were in utter chaos, I had to give it to myself; I was taking this quite well. I mean, I’d just found out that I was pregnant—something that had not been in my plan even in the furthest future. Hell, something that I wasn’t even sure I’d given much thought to before. And I wasn’t screaming or yelling my lungs out or raining curses on Alex for my current predicament. The truth was, I couldn’t do either of those things because what good could come out of it? I would only end up with a sore throat at best and a hurt Alex at worst. I know. I know. Since when did I start caring about how he feels? Since that night at his house when I confessed
LAURAI found him downstairs sitting on the couch, staring blankly at his laptop.He had his back to me and therefore didn’t see me approaching, but the moment I walked into his line of sight, he moved his laptop out of the way and made to stand. Just as he braced his hands on the couch to rise, I stopped in front of him and carefully placed one knee on the outside of his thigh, then the other one, before I lowered onto him.The look of surprise in his eyes made me feel like absolute shit. But then again, I suppose exhibiting such behaviour after the way things had gone between us less than thirty minutes ago was definitely throwing him.I braced his face with my palms and something thawed inside me when he leaned into my touch instantly, his eyes sliding shut as a deep exhale left him.My chest tightened at how tired he looked. How he shoved his face into my hands like he was starved for my affection. Did I not show this man enough that I cared about him?Even I knew the answer to th
LAURANo, no, no.Please no.I jumped back to avoid the bouquet falling in my direction, but it still ended up right at my feet. My heart slammed against my ribcage as I stared at the bouquet lying by my feet like it was a ticking time bomb, ready to go off any second.This could not be happening to me right now.Why couldn’t it have landed next to one of the other bridesmaids who looked more than happy to catch it? Why did it have to land on me out of all of them?Maybe because my best friend, the bride of the day, had thrown it right at me and even though I’d stepped out of the way, it still somehow managed to hit its target.Shit.My eyes darted around and I took in the number of eyes on me, watching me strangely, probably wondering what the hell was wrong with me. Well, they could judge me if they wanted. They weren’t the ones that had gotten their fates sealed by a fucking bouquet of all things.Grudgingly, just to get their eyes off me, I bent and picked it up, holding it stiffl
LAURAWell, one thing was for sure; My night just got better. He glanced at me, took one step into the elevator, then did a double take almost as if he couldn’t help himself. After a second, he seemed to realise that he was staring and that he was holding back the elevators, stopping it from moving. Giving his head a sharp shake, he stepped in and the doors finally slid shut. Not only was I glad that I wasn’t alone in here anymore, but I was also glad that the person who joined me, had to be the most gorgeous man I had ever met in my life. And here, I thought Balery’s husband was the most handsome man in existence. This man gave him a run for his looks—and money, judging by the expensive as hell tux he wore and the Rolex watch on his hand. As the doors slid shut, his presence filled the room, making it seem smaller in size, but somehow not cranking my claustrophobia, and his scent filled my nostrils. He smelled of pure male and something expensive. His cologne.I allowed myself to
LAURAHe led the way out of the elevator with his hand on my waist. His room was on the same floor as mine. Looking at the outcome of things now, I shouldn’t have booked the hotel room. But it was not like I had any way of knowing that I was going to meet the hottest man in existence and that he was going to ask me to spend the night with him. Plus, if I hadn’t come to the hotel in the first place, then I wouldn’t have seen him. So, no regrets were allowed. Just that the room wouldn’t be occupied. We walked down the corridor, then he stopped when we reached a room, number 56, on the left side of the hallway. Mine was number 60, which meant that it was still down the hallway, not that far from his. What would have been the odds of us seeing each other? If I had actually slept in my room, then I wouldn’t have come out until tomorrow when I wanted to leave. I usually ordered food and everything I needed up to my room, unless it was a necessity that I had to go down. I didn’t have one
LAURANow that my heels were gone, the height difference between us became even more pronounced.He gripped my shoulders and turned me around until we were facing a huge mirror on the wall. One that I hadn’t known was there before, until now. Staring into the mirror, I took in our differences. Jesus. He was so tall and big, and I was so small and short in comparison. He was standing behind me, his hands on my shoulders as he, too, stared at us in the mirror. “Look at yourself.” He commanded, his voice caressing my hair and senses. And I did. Which, again, took me by surprise, because I didn’t react well to being ordered. The image we produced in the mirror was nothing short of erotic and it didn’t do anything to help the wetness that had pooled between my legs. If anything, it made it worse. Some of the pins holding my hair had given out, but a few still held strong. It gave my hair a somewhat disheveled and arranged look that was sexy. My nipples pointed skyward, demanding atten
LAURA“Look at you,” He murmured, his eyes roving over me. “So fucking beautiful.”I squeezed my eyes shut as I moaned. His voice did such crazy things to me. My thong was now sticking into my folds uncomfortably, and almost as if he could read my thoughts, his fingers wedged into both sides of mt thong on my hips and rolled them down my legs, leaving me completely bare to his hungry eyes. “Have to taste you.” He grunted, his eyes fixated on the flesh between my legs, and that was the only warning I got before he dove in. I jerked from the impact of his tongue on my centre, and his hands flew to my hips, holding me steady. My mouth fell open in shock, pleasure and agony. He shoved his tongue into me, fucking me with it with at a shockingly fast pace that pushed my already torteured body swiftly towards release. He played with my clit for a bit, sucking on it hard and that was when an orgasm hit me. Hard, and fast and so bloody intense that my eyes fell shut and I screamed loud enoug