Thank again Enjoy Lov Billie
Cat sat the next day with her foster mum in the lounge, looking over the houses Eric had sent through. She fell in love with an oceanfront property. It had two major issues: extensive work required and costly for a place in dire need of so much work. It just seemed to her a little excessive.“It really is lovely.” Expressed Dawn.“Mum, I agree, but I’m not sure it would be ready to move in before the babies are born.” Cat worried. It was a shame it needed so much work.“I think you forget how wealthy your husband is. If the house fits both of your requirements. Eric could hire an army of people to get it fixed in time.”Cat nodded, biting her bottom lip. “But is it worth it?”“Why don’t you put the house on your list and look at it on Saturday? You might hate it when you actually see it.”Cat nodded again, but wasn’t so sure. Positive that when she saw it, she would love it. It wasn’t modern. The house dated back to the late 1800s, a beautiful brick home with chimneys in the formal lou
The next morning. They sat on the balcony that overlook the double bay area. Cat picked up her orange juice, looking at Eric as he read the morning paper. They had just enjoyed a leisurely Sunday breakfast. Dawn had taken herself off early to do some shopping before heading home to Cowra after lunch.It was time for the anticipated fight she knew she was going to have with Eric. Cat couldn’t put it off any longer. “I’m going back to work tomorrow.”Her statement made Eric’s head snap up. “I don’t think that’s a good idea.”“My doctor cleared me to go, Eric. So, unless you’re firing me, I’m going. I will not be stuck at home barefoot and pregnant. I must properly train Tilly for the role. It’s not like my job has any heavy lifting. I will not sit at home and do nothing. You have an option to get with the program.” Cat smiled at Eric before adding. “Or I’ll get your mother involved.” That was her trump card. Eric’s mother had worked until the last few weeks of her pregnancy.Eric angrily
Cat got her way Monday morning. She sat in the car with Eric as he drove them to work. Peters and another man, named Wilson, who she hadn’t met before, were in the car behind them.Eric had told her after his meeting with security last night that he was hiring around the clock protection. Also, one of the safest places for her during the day was the office.“Oh, so now it’s safe. I’m allowed to go back to work.” Cat stood glaring at him with her hands on her hips. “The next time you want to discuss my safety with your hot shot security guys, maybe include the person you are trying to protect.”Eric had just gripped the back of her head and pulled her in for a hard kiss. Cat knew it was to shut her up, but after a few minutes, she didn’t care.They found themselves on top of the lounge with Cat spread out over his thighs and Eric’s hand in her panties. It took them both a few moments to remember that Cat couldn’t for another week. Eric had rested his head against her before saying, “I j
Cat was working at her desk the next day when Tilly took a call from reception.“Cat, it’s for you.” Tilly let her know after putting the call on hold.Cat looked up from the contract she was vetting. Smiling at Tilly, Cat lifted the phone to take the call. “Cat Sinc… Logan speaking.” Oops, she needed to get used to using her married name. The problem was, for years, she had used Sinclair.“Hi Mrs Logan, we have a lady down here in reception demanding to speak to you.” Came Cathy’s voice over the phone. She was manning the reception desk today with Amanda, who was new and had replaced Tilly.Cat had tried to get the staff to still call her Cat instead of Mrs Logan, because they already had a Mrs Logan in the building, Allison. Other than a handful of people, everyone else insisted on calling her by her married name. Then Cathy said in a quieter tone, as if she didn’t want anyone to overhear her. “She said she is your mother.”Cat frowned. When Cathy had first said a lady, her first tho
Upon seeing Eva Sinclair, it was clear that life had not treated her well. At 43, she appeared significantly older. Once, Eva had been striking with her tall 5.8 feet stature and her well-proportioned figure. Her blonde hair had cascaded in waves down to her waist, and her blue eyes shone brightly, even on the times when she was under the influence. Now, the situation was starkly different.Eva was still tall, but she had gained weight, particularly around her midsection, a feature that usually wouldn’t be a concern. However, looking at Eva, it was evident that her lifestyle choices, including heavy drinking, had taken their toll, as seen by her enlarged stomach. Moreover, her skin had lost its vitality, and her once vivid eyes now lacked their shine that Cat remembered.Her once beautiful long hair was now gone, replaced by short, teased clumps that had lost their blonde hue replaced with a yellowish tinge. Cat thought that smoking had finally taken its toll. A suspicion confirmed whe
Cat stopped where she was with the door opened only a few inches, but the fresh air from outside not mixed with the smell in here was a blessing of relief. Cat left it open and stood in front of the door. facing Eva once more. “How didn’t he know about me? You got pregnant to catch him, right? If he didn’t know, how would that work?”“He was paranoid about birth control? Not only did he ask if I was on the pill, but he used a condom. Anyway, what he didn’t know was I put a hole in the second one we used that night. I wasn’t on the pill. I knew I was pregnant three weeks later. By then, I had found out his family had disowned him. After I called them to talk to him. I ended up speaking to his father. He told me about disowning his son and he wouldn’t pay a cent for any bastard child. So I did the next best thing, or so I thought. Hitched my waggon to the next available thing, thinking he was a safer bet. Well, he wasn’t. He had you DNA tested, found out you were not his and almost beat
Eric marched Cat to the lifts. Pressing the up button. “Why didn’t you call me?” He demanded. Cat could feel the tension rolling off him in waves.Cat looked at Eric. His frown, still present, was a stark contrast to the soft light of concern in his eyes. “She was my problem. She wasn’t your psycho ex PA. Eva is my past.” Cat’s answer held a defiance and vulnerability, revealing the need in her to shield others from the shadows of her past.Hopefully, that was the last Cat would see of Eva. If Cat never saw her again, she wouldn’t care.Seeing that she was still shaken, Eric’s stance softened, and he instinctively placed his hands on her waist. “Cat, she was about to strike you. I don’t let anyone hit my wife.” Eric moved her into the lift once it arrived.Once the doors shut, enclosing them in on their own. She turned to face him, stepping up to him so only an inch separated their bodies. Locking her gaze onto his, her fingers curled into the lapels of his dark grey suit jacket. Ancho
It was only later that night, Cat found the chance to ponder Eva’s words about her father, Alex McDonnell. Was he Scottish or Irish heritage? It might explain her red hair. Alex had the darkest auburn hair. She had never given much thought to the man who might be her father, mainly because her mother had always claimed his identity was a mystery.Cat was nestled in the corner of Eric’s study, curled up on a comfortable love seat. Her Mac laptop rested on her knees. She had been scouring the internet for any information she could find about Alex.Everyone knew who he was—a 45-year-old man at the helm of a company with a global reach surpassing Eric’s business. Cat didn’t know exactly what she hoped to find, but she was confident that she wouldn’t find it online. It was just business information and photos of him and his wife at social events.At Cat’s sigh, Eric looked up from his desk. Dim lights filled the masculine room. Eric had his desk light on beside him. Eric had pulled the curt