I got us a ride back to the airport and soon we’re in the air inside my private jet, making our way back home after the one day trip. The trip that went from a meeting to a twisted man’s desire for my humiliation. She sat far away from me this time, making sure I was already seated before she found
“You’ve been walking on eggshells around me, buying me things and setting me up for a meeting, all these while Beverly is carrying your child and still very much present in your life! What? Were you hoping all these things will make me come back to you?” “Leslie, that is far from—”“I don’t want yo
KIAN’S POVMy position as a CEO makes me an acquaintance of all sorts of people. You never know when you need someone so I keep close contact with people whose help I might need later. The guy I called is one of those people. He’s much younger than me and is a fresh college graduate that I met at a
LESLIE’S POVI watch with immense pleasure as giant cardboard packages get lifted off delivery trucks and loaded into the company’s storage. Dianne stands with the men doing the heavy lifting, notepad in hand as she takes inventory of the packages getting loaded into our storage. The thud of the p
********************Home. What a joke. It’s the only joke bigger than me who came back here and who still can’t leave even after finding out it was all a part of Kian’s plan to have me back in the palm of his hands. I have realized that whether consciously or not, I must have also used grandfathe
KIAN’S POVGrandfather is leaving.That should make me happy, right? Because it means I won’t have to constantly worry about his health or worry about him finding out about the divorce. It means I finally get to breathe in my own house. But it also means having absolutely no reason to keep Leslie a
KIAN'S POVThe idea of going on a camping trip didn’t sit well with me not only because of the awkward air between Leslie and I but also because of grandfather's health. He has always had this overly obsessed love for the beach, frankly just any huge body of water so it’s not a surprise that he chos
“Kian, that is great! I’m invited, aren’t I?” My uncle sounds ecstatic. Before I can reply, the door opens and my secretary walks in, a tray with a mug in hand. She bows slightly in a greeting before moving closer into the room. I return my attention back to Travis, shrugging. “I guess you are.”