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CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT
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TOO GOOD TO LEAVE TOO BAD TO STAY CHAPTER TWENTY -NINE
“Where did you sleep?” I had left Esther’s place early so I could check on the kids and prepare for work. I had woken up quite early and gotten out of her place almost immediately, and I estimated I still had about three hours to prepare for work and get there early enough. Darby was sitting on the couch when I tiptoed in, trying to stay as quiet as possible, and I had not seen her. Hearing her voice startled me, and I turned around slowly. I grinned. “I told you I was going to see the girls.” She stood up and approached me. “And you didn’t think to call to let us know you were not coming home?” She wrinkled her nose when she neared me and took one step back. “Lana! You smell very awful.” I began peeling the clothes off me. “I’m sorry if you were worried. I didn’t think, ”“Yeah. You never think.” Darby cut me off, and I saw that she was quite upset. I don’t think I’ve ever seen Darby upset, at least not at me. I winced. “You got us all worried; this isn’t something you will eve
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The cry that came from inside was loud enough to bring down the building, and I was sure that both Andre and Cameron heard it loud and clear. Shit! I banged the door shut. I had left them in their tubs. I ran to their room and scooped each of them up to my waist. “You must have been scared mommy was not here.” I cooed. “I’m here now, here now.” I sang as I rocked them. The doorbell rang again, and I remembered that I had left two men waiting outside. I looked at the twins. “Daddy is here. What do we do? Do we let him in?”I rushed back to the door—the twins in my arm—and opened it. Cameron rushed to help me with one of the children, and I smiled apologetically. I turned to André and raised a brow. “What are you doing here?” I shot. I was not in the mood to pamper him. I was late for work, and my boss was carrying one of my crying babies. As if it couldn’t get more awkward than that, my ex is standing at my doorstep. I sighed. “Please come in. I’d like to shut my door and prepare f
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Her eyes lingered on my face, and I almost smiled gloriously. I had asked the right question. Finally! “They have your nose.” I continued. And my eyes, but I did not mention that. It might upset her again. But truly, they did have my eyes. Had she been pregnant when she left? No. If she was, I would have noticed. But there were a lot of things that I did not notice about Lana. One of them was that I loved her dearly. Were the children really mine, then? If she had given birth to them nine months after she left me, then how old would they be now? How old did they look? I stole another glance at the kids. I couldn’t say these things. Were they his children? He did look fatherly enough. So she had shacked with him immediately; she left me then?I don’t blame her. As I said before, I was a jerk to her, and I hurt her. I closed my eyes. I hurt her. I was a fool. “I’ll drop the children at Darby’s,” she said, looking at the man. “Alright, I’ll drive. Let’s go.” The man offered. She smi
TOO GOOD TO LEAVE TOO BAD TO STAY Chapter Thirty-Two
I needed to call Mrs. Sanders again. She had sounded so urgent in the voicemail I had received earlier. “We need to talk, Lana.” She had breathed into the phone. “Please call me as soon as you can.” And I did. I called several times, but no one answered the phone. What was so urgent that made her sound that way? Was it good or bad news that I was waiting to receive? My head throbbed lightly, reminding me of the shenanigans of last night. And the surprise I received this morning from both Cameron and André. I could imagine why Cameron had come there so early. Darby's storming off angrily this morning had hinted that Cameron had been there yesterday, and he was quite worried. It could be that he came to check up on me to see that I was fine before leaving for work. But Andre?Why had he been there? Why had he shown up this morning with the kids? I had tried to move his attention away from them or fumed at him so he did not think of them but me. But all the questions he had been asking
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Andre’s POVI could not rest easy. I turned from one corner of the bed to the other and went down to swim in the hotel’s gigantic swimming pool—this thing could actually be used for the Olympics—yet I couldn’t seem to pin my thoughts on one particular thing. One of the reasons I came to this town was to see a lawyer—a very good divorce lawyer—who was going to rid Kathy of my life forever. And it was one of the things that bugged me. How had I thought that Kathy was ever better than Lana? Once Lana left and I married Kathy, I knew that I had made the biggest mistake of my life. Kathy was nothing like I imagined her to be. In fact, she was the complete opposite of my imagination, and I felt sorry that I had tried to make Lana fill the shoes of a woman who did not exist. Kathy was an obnoxious and extravagant woman. Lazy and needy. How could I not have seen all that? How could I have let the memories I had of her from seven years ago tear my beautiful marriage apart? We fell out of lo
TOO GOOD TO LEAVE TOO BAD TO STAY Chapter Thirty-Four
I sipped from the glass and skimmed my eyes over the dimly lit bar. There were not many people in it at this time of the day, but I presumed that by the end of the hour, it would be crawling with men and women. Chickens and dudes, hot and cold, gold diggers, and those who would gladly be digged.Since my arrival in this city, I have spent many nights here and could tell what days the bar was frequented the most. This night promised to be one of those nights. As usual, the bar employed the services of dancers and strippers, and most of them were already on the poles, which were scattered about in different corners of the bar. They glided their bodies around it sensually to attract one of the few men that had arrived. I took another sip of the drink and watched the strippers. Usually, I found girls like these entertaining and remembered many nights in which I had paid for an exclusive just to watch one of such girls perform. That was a long time ago, and Ihad been married then. I had h
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His movements were swift and full of grace and virility. Cameron opened the car door and held out his hand. He was close enough for me to catch the wisp of his cologne, his aftershave, and the sweet smell of the shampoo he had used earlier. I reached out impulsively and clutched at his extended arm. “You look beautiful.” He whispered as I stood beside him. My face flushed red at the compliment, and I bit the inside of my cheeks to control the smile my face was breaking into. I was dressed in a semi-evening dress with a low back, and I had put some effort into arranging my hair more elaborately than usual. I laughed nervously. “I don’t know. I feel like I’m overdressed.” Cameron leaned in to me, and I became extremely aware of his arm around my waist. “You are perfect, Lana.” He held the door open for us and gave us—and me—a small, encouraging push into the luxurious Italian restaurant. This was definitely a place I could not afford. Warm, golden light illuminated the entrance, an
TOO GOOD TO LEAVE TOO BAD TO STAY Chapter Thirty-Six
I had a lot of things to say. First of all, I wanted to say that I felt the same way as him. I had been feeling this for a long time too, right? That I wanted him? I wanted someone, and it was definitely not Andre. I loved working with him—in his tower—and I also liked this new life that I had. But we could not do this. Not yet. I had children. Would he accept them the same way he accepted me? I had a complicated life, and I could not just be that complacent housewife anymore. Being with Andre had taught me a lot about just being a ‘housewife’ and I could not take that chance again. I saw the anticipation on his face. The deed then raised the question, which was rising on his lips, and the smile. Was that a smile? Oh my, he was sure I was going to burst his bubbles. And I was about to burst that bubble, and I opened my mouth to tell him that when my phone rang. I threw him an uncertain glance, and he winced. “Its alright.” Cameron said. “You can take it.” I smiled apologetically a
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