Kayla's POV
Out of all the people in New York city, I didn't want to meet him now, but I had no choice. I tried to compose myself but it was impossible.
I didn't want to see him after I left him six years ago. I even expect he would ever think of coming to New York. We both had a very rocky background and I knew he was ready to rub it in my face right now as he is standing before me with a sinister smirk on his face.
I didn't even know how I would tell Liam that his smoking hot man standing before us is his biological father after telling him all these years that he doesn't have a father anymore.
"You know my momma?" Liam pulled me out of my thoughts and Tristian turned his attention from me and looked down at Liam with a bright smile on his face.
"Come here." Tristian said and Liam rushed over to him, looking up at him.
"Will I be as tall as you are when I grow up?" Liam asked and I just wanted to disappear right then and there. "I look so much like you. We even have the same color of hair and eyes."
"Liam." I cautioned and he twitched his lips.
"How old are you Liam?" Tristian asked and his voice made me weak in the knees.
"I am five." Liam replied and Tristian looked at me before chuckling gently.
"That's interesting. Yes, you will grow very tall just like me. And have these breathtaking muscles every woman dies for and would plead to be underneath by then." He said with a smirk, his gaze never leaving me.
I felt butterflies in my stomach but I still wanted the ground to open and swallow me up. I knew very well he was hinting back to six years ago when he was the only man willing to have a one night stand with me. He wanted things to get serious after that but I escaped.
I found out a few weeks later I was pregnant with Liam, in a new city with no family. I knew he could only be Tristian's and now he is proving me even more right, growing up to look just like Tristian.
"Do not teach my son dirty stuff." I said, pulling Liam away from him. "Liam, go to aunt Anna and tell her to take you for lunch."
"But momma…"
"Do I have to repeat myself?" I glared at him and he nodded gently before slipping out of Tristian's grip. As soon as he left the room, Tristian's men did the same.
"You didn't tell me you have a mini me with you." He said, sitting majestically across me and I sat down, reading through his file.
"Let's not talk about that, Mr Tristian. You are here for business…"
"Of course, I am here for business and you are the business I am here for." He said and I looked up at him with a raised brow. "Why did you run from me, Kayla?"
"I left my past already, Tristian. What happened between us was never meant to happen. Although it brought me joy now, I do not want to be held down by a man." I replied,. looking away from him. "And besides, you are the first person to leave after that night. Do you expect me to beg for you?"
I've had enough men in my life. After spending over five years with my cheating boyfriend, I decided to take a break and met Tristian and we had a wild one night stand.
I had to admit he was hot and everything a woman could ever dream of but I don't care anymore. After that night, he left me with a note and money but I left it back for him.
He sent his men after me and I had no choice but to leave that place and leave everything behind me. I had to follow my dreams and become the successful woman I am today.
"Look, Kayla. I never wanted a woman as much as I wanted you. I fell in love with you right from that day and I tried to push it off but you never left my mind. I tried searching for you but not until I saw you following your dreams and I decided to wait." He said with a straight face and I scoffed.
"I don't care. And if you are here to take my son away from me, forget about it. He would never even want to come with you." I said and he let out a sigh.
"I am moving to New York, and I want you to design my penthouse for me in two weeks." He said, handing me the file laying next to him.
I checked through the file and realized the penthouse was just two blocks away from my apartment building. I don't know what he was trying to do but I had to do the job anyway.
"I want it in black and white. I don't want any color more, or less." He said leaning into his chair. "And I will be paying ten billion for it."
"It's too much…"
"You don't tell me how to spend my money…"
"I am the one personally taking up the VIP booked interior designs. I take exactly what my company charges and not more. If you need someone to show off your money to, you can go ahead and head to another company." I said standing up in annoyance. "And please sign the contract."
He leaned in and did as I asked before I picked up the file. "You can make your payment to the lady right outside the room. Thank you for you time."
Anger surged through my veins as I walked out of the room. Everyone I came across left the path for me, knowing when I am angry is not the best time to talk to me.
Who the hell does he think he is?
Tristian's POVI watched as she walked up the stairs with so much interest. She looked more beautiful than I remembered her being and my possessiveness sparked. I didn't want any other man to have her or gain her attention before I did. I never knew she was pregnant and she looked very young like she hadn't carried a child yet. I remained there for a few minutes before the door opened and mini me walked into the room with a small bag in his hands. "Ooh she isn't here." He said before looking up at me with a raised brow and straight eyes. "I have a question for you tall man.""Come and sit." I patted next to me and he half ran over, sitting next to me. "And I'm Tristian. You can call me Tristian.""Momma said I should add the title, uncle or aunt to anyone much older than I am. So, uncle Tristian, how did you meet my mum? She seems to know you so well to look like she had seen a ghost." He said and I couldn't help but chuckle. I knew Kayla wouldn't want him to know yet that I am his
Kayla's POVAs I dressed, my heart hammered against my ribcage. I inwardly feared if Liam had realized Tristian is his father. I knew he had noticed how I stayed away from him all these years and he asked me about it a few times. I knew I couldn't run from Tristian now that Liam has taken an interest in him. I looked into the mirror as I let out a sigh before stepping out of the room. The duo didn't notice my presence at first and Liam was sitting on Tristian's laps whispering something into his ears. I picked the bouquet of flowers Tristian had given to me before clearing my throat. "If you two want to stay back, I'll gladly have dinner out myself." I said and they both looked at me. Tristian's eyes raked my body from head to toe and I could tell he was impressed by how much I've grown more. It's not like I cared but it still made me feel all woozy inside. "You look beautiful." He said and I lifted Liam in my arms, not replying to him. We all sat in the car and he drove us to one
Tristian's POVI woke up the following morning with the sound of water in the distance. I sat up in bed and realized I wasn't in my bed and I was undressed under the sheets. My mind wandered back to what transpired between Kayla and I yesterday night and I smiled to myself, knowing I have her all for myself now. I was still smiling when she stepped out of the bathroom with a towel wrapped around her chest. "Good morning, Tristian." She said gently and I stepped out of bed with the sheets around me, before kissing her cheeks. "Morning, Star." I replied and she blushed gently. "I have to prepare Liam for school. He will be awake any minute and he shouldn't see you in here or he will tease me till the end of this year." She said and I chuckled before nodding. I stepped into the bathroom and took a quick bath, with her still running through my mind. I now know my body refused to forget her feel and no other woman makes me aroused as much as she does. I won't stop till I make her comp
Ciara's POV I waited for Tristan's mum to call me into the room, my heart thumping in my chest. My head seemed to be filled with vivid images of him, with images of the time we had spent together, images of the good times we had shared.I wanted those good times back. Fuck, I wanted to have him back. I wanted him because he was mine and nobody else. This wasn't an obsession. This was me taking back what was rightfully mine and had always been mine. We belonged together, and for the few months that we have been apart, the hole in my heart grew larger everyday.That was why I jumped first time at the opportunity his mum had offered, asking me if I still loved Tristan enough to marry him. It wasn't even supposed to be a question. I loved Tristan enough to do more than just marry him—I was willing to do anything to show him that I wasn't the same Ciara of a few years ago. I wasn't that same Ciara. I was ready to love him wholeheartedly, I was ready to dedicate my existence to him.I tuck
KAYLA'S POVI wasn't going to be at the office today, and I told Anna just that. Smiling, she had reassured me of how she could take care of our ever increasing clients on her own, and I had ended the call, happy that Nova interiors seemed to be moving forward and not the other way round. It was going to be a while before we displaced White Rock interior from being the best in the game, but we were getting there. Slowly, but surely.Armed with my laptop, I searched for beautiful pieces which I could use to decorate Tristian's penthouse. There was something about work I couldn't explain: the idea of throwing myself into what I loved, the idea of doing it with passion, with effort, it was something I enjoyed, it gave me life, it had always been work. Work had always remained when men had never stayed. While I was a disaster when it came to relationships, I was excellent when it came to work.This was why I did what I loved with passion. I was always ready to learn–ready to do whatever p
CIARA'S POVI waited in the Toyota Corolla I had rented, sipping coffee from the flask in my hand. This was what Tristian Ravenford had reduced me to. A stalker. I was next to his house, disguised in a brunette wig and brown contacts in my eyes, praying he wouldn't recognize me. I had taken Mrs Ravenford’s words to heart. If I really wanted my man, there was no need to sit and watch. It was up to me to fight for him, it was up to me to continue trying until I could try no more. And for Tristian Ravenford’s hand in marriage, I was willing to do more than just stalk.I was eating the cookies I had bought along with the coffee when the gates opened to reveal his car. Twisting the rearview mirror and checking it to make sure my disguise was in perfect order, I slid my hand out of the window, wanting to appear casual. He was dressed in a flannel shirt and was sitting upright in the passenger seat next to his driver, his blonde hair a messy crop on top of his head. I liked when he carried
TRISTIAN'S POVI was happy that I had persuaded Kayla into inviting me over to her house for dinner. If there was anything I wanted, it was that feeling of being close to her, that feeling of being around her. It made me feel at home, it reminded me of family, and most of all, it made me comfortable.“Tall man. Will you sleep in the same bed with my momma tonight?”I drop my phone, my face clouding with embarrassment. His smartness was becoming a real pain in the ass, and I wondered how Kayla coped with him. “I cannot say, Liam. Hopefully, let's see what the night brings.”“Are you saying it depends on my momma?”The boy is definitely too intelligent. I prayed silently that Kayla hasn't overheard us because I knew what was coming if she heard the one sleep and my momma in one sentence coming from her five years old son.“Yes, Liam. It depends on your mother. See, women are complicated creatures. Concerning them, you learn to thread with caution. If not, you'll regret in the end.”I w
KAYLA'S POVTwo years agoI hailed a taxi, my heart hammering in my chest. I was excited. This was the day I had been waiting for, the day that had kept me awake all other nights in anticipation, the day that I had planned about for the past month. It was the day that Marcus Turner and I had began dating—it was our anniversary.Marcus and I had come a long way. The first time he had approached me, I was in a restaurant with my friends, Bella and Trisha, and we had been eating chicken and chips. It was one of those days when we were bombarded with school work that we had to go to school hungry, then run into the restaurant opposite the school to have a bite before we resumed again.That day, I was very tired and in my worst state of mind. My hair was in a mess even though I had tied it in a bun that morning, and I was sure my makeup was already done for. Bella and Trisha looked the same, haggard and tired. What choice did we have? We were fighting for our degrees, we had no other choic