Maraïda's POV
After the little excitement, a month went by with me avoiding Jared Shenko like an incurable disease. I hadn't exactly made alliances with Sophia but we understood each other, so not really alliances; more like acquaintances. We talked a lot more instead if me third wheeling to her and Jared's display of affection, we started doing baby shopping together; a few times when we encountered people she and Jared were familiar with and they'd want to know who I am to her, she'd tell them I was her cousin and people actually believed it. I mean we were both blonde with blue eyes. As much as it did me a lot of good to be close to someone, enough to tell them a little bits about me by the days, somewhere inside I was still a broken soul, dying slowly but never showing. Some times I felt sorry for her efforts; like pouring water on a duck's feathers. A total waste.
Jared's POVI can not just say it wasn't a good thing that Sophia and Maraïda had closed up their relationship. It was, but she had drifted away from me. It wasn't like we had ever been close though. I knew she had been avoiding me. I tried giving her that space but it was a little difficult. I always found myself thinking about her. I couldn't help but worry about her mental condition. I hot scared when I caught her lost in thoughts or spacing out. I wanted to know what she was thinking and how she was feeling. I wanted to be the one she'd talk to if ever she felt anything. I wanted to know about everything she experiences during her pregnancy; but she would rather tell Sophia or the maids, than me. I got used to it. I was already giving up, getting used to her always turning away from me. If she would rather eat in her room instead of on the table with me on it, it was pass the point of appeasing her. At least she was talking to others now and that was way better than all th
"Are you sure you don't want to come along? Two weeks is fourteen days and it's a long time. Plus if you're worried about Maraïda, she can just come along. There's enough space for all." Sophia's voice echoed from within her closet. I could hear her ruffling things about as she packed her suitcases. She had just gotten an urgent call to fill in for a sick friend for some fashion event in Spain. "You know I would in a heartbeat my love. But there are some serious issues with the company that require my presence and attention now, and I can not afford to just postpone it again." I continued scrolling through the emails my assistant had sent me. She handled all the less important ones and only sent me only the ones of utmost importance. And the were a ton of them. I had been ignoring them for weeks now, with Maraïda coming into our lives and every event that preceded her arrival, but they were beginning to threaten my businesses. I had to take advantage o
Maraïda's POVI woke up to the scent of fresh summer breeze and Yves Saint Laurent. The scent was addictive and impossible to resist. I felt my body pressed and coiled to another bigger one. It was tight but very comfortable. I struggled to slip out of his hold but he just pulled me impossibly closer, held on tighter and continued snoring away. I felt slightly dizzy and couldn't remember much of what had happened; or how Jared got into my bed and cuddled in with me. But it was a very pleasant feeling seeing him and feeling him.All was riding on pretty well until he started caressing my side arms and mumbled Sophia's name. It pierced me like a silver stake, right through the heart. How could he be with me and still think of her, even in his sleep. Did he really love her that much? Did I really have no chance at having him all to myself? I shoved him with all force away hoping he'd fall off the bed; but he was too big and I wasn't even strong enough. He just flinche
Jared's POVI soon realised the reasons why I could never see things in the same light as Sophia or Maraïda. I never in my life had a thing to complain about. I wasn't born rich or had wealthy perfect parents. I had to work hard, toil the soil to get to where I am today; but as compared to others, I was highly privileged. My traumatic experiences were limited to overbearing investors."Why hadn't you said something to me about this before?""What? Do you think I would just walk up to you and say 'hey J, I was molested and abused by my own father as a child, so I get weird around men like him and see him in them'?" She clutched the poor pillow harder to her chest; staring blankly into space."I am not like that! Stop it! I made a mistake and that's just it." I told her calmly. But she had a point. Not everything was so easy to just blurt out. But I wanted her to talk to me. To tell me about her suffering
How ever did a simple act of desperation turn into a momentary addiction? then into a life ruining action? I only kissed her to shut her up but it never occurred to me that my actions could be consequential. Her lips were softer than marshmallows, sweeter than candy; she could kiss better than an honour student from a kissing school if ever there was one. Her lips, felt like were built or moulded to fit mine; they worked together perfectly. At first, my inner consciousness was telling me to back off, to respect the line; but curse my body and mind, we wanted more. I already knew she wanted this and I also knew I shouldn't have encouraged it but fucking hell, I didn't care. I dug my tongue into her mouth, craving to taste more of her, wanting her to stop me; but she gave in more of her instead. I should've known better. Because it was like reliving the first night with her all over
Mara's POVI believe fantasies can come true.After the first time, I never again imagined that Jared Shenko and I would ever share the same breath; no matter the circumstance. I knew for one, that after the first time, it could never again happen. Reasons being: I never believed I could feel anything other than emptiness ever again; I witnessed first hand his love for Sophia and hers for him, they were practically perfect together; and he was way older than I was. Apart from that, I thought I had lost the ability to feel any for anyone: I couldn't even feel sorry for myself. Everything was dead to me. But this feelings were revived when Jared touched me. Everything came back alive when he kissed me.But you know what the say about the dead coming back to life! They come back without a soul.I had only dared dream about it, but today it happened. It happened! He kissed me and my life change. My vision of life changed. The second his soft lips met mine,
Third person's POVMaraïda's beautiful dream soon turned into her worst nightmare. One minute she was enjoying her life with Jared and their child as a happy family and the next, her happy family transitions to her birth family, and soon everyone is replaced by tombstones and her dream turns into a nightmare.In her dream, she first seesyounggirl,abouttwelveyearsofage,kicking offhershoesassheentersthehouse.Blonde with big ice blue eyes, she'stired, she looks like a middle school sophomore.Shethrowsherbackpackexactlywhereshe'dkickedoffhershoes.Sheentersthekitchen,straighttoanalmostemptyfridgeandbringsoutahalfeatensandwich
Jared's POV"Strangely enough, everything is perfectly fine. They're both OK." Dr. Seuss told me, "I say strangely because, with the amount of blood I saw, I wasn't sure she or the baby would make it. I'm not even sure how to explain all this. She doesn't seem to have bled from her vaginal area. But then again I'm only human, I might have made a wrong observation. Bottom line is they're both fine. She'll just need to rest a lot more now.""Honestly Andrew, I just need to know they're both fine. You cannot just imagine the mess I'm deep in right now. I'm just glad they're OK. That takes a weight off my shoulders, and I want to thank.." I was about to throw deepest appreciation out at Dr. Seuss when a nurse ran into the office, looking agitated,"Dr.! It's the patient in 220. She's having a panicked attack again. It's bad.""Maraïda?" I wondered. My heart hammered against my ribcage so hard, the thumping