Livia’s Point of View “I can do it!” I asserted whilst taking the plate to the sink. Ajax groaned. It was when his eyes shut directly at the maids who were in the dining area. “What’s the purpose of having a lot of mates when I’m paying them well but you’re doing household chores? Damn it!” he exclaimed before combing his hair using his fingers. I rolled my eyes, didn’t let him do whatever he wanted but instead, I went overboard and then halted him. “Now you’re cursing at me, huh?”His expressions melted. It was when he tried to reach for my elbows but to my anger, I gave him the plate I was holding forcefully whilst our family were watching us together. I was mad at Ajax! “Fine, do it yourself then! Curse at me again and I’ll throw you out of this penthouse!” I irritatedly asserted. “That’s not what I meant! I’m not cursing at you!” My eyes widened hearing the tone of his voice. Now, I can’t imagine he’s shouting at me. My jaw dropped as a couple of silence surpassed us both wh
Livia’s Point of View ***MONTHS LATER***The whole baby section was filled with women finding better and cute clothes for their a month old baby and above. Anyhow, my eyes set on all the things that I bought at the shop where Steffany and I went to. Samantha and I already gave birth but she was busy with her child. I gave her an invitation to shop with me along with Janice but she couldn’t since her due date is near. It was when Steffany and I were the only ones who shopped whilst Ajax’s mom, Aunt Andrea, is the one who’s looking out to our kids. “That would be $2,789 in total, ma’am.” The cashier asserted. “Here.”“I received $3,000.”Paying everything using my own money was beyond my expectation. I used all of it to buy my children’s needs when Ajax was giving me a monthly budget but I didn’t spend most of it. Instead, I stock it for Andre’s studies as he will begin his grade school where Ajax graduated. Steffany and I have gotten close. Andre doesn’t even want to let her go but
Third Person's Point of View"Are you seriously telling me that now, Ajax? When the event start any moment from now?!" I blurted out as he was behind Livia, caressing her small waist and lifting the dress she was wearing. "Just a quick fuck, please. Just a quick one." Ajax couldn't stop himself from claiming Livia again. Today, the christening of their baby will going to happen and anytime soon, the visitors will arrive one by one especially when everything was settled yet she was cornered inside their room and he was asking for a good fuck. In just a span of a few minutes, Livia already got wet. Her hands are on the table while in front of them is a mirror. Livia could see their reflection on it, especially Ajax's broad shoulders. He was staring at her straight in the eyes through their reflection, and each push and pull Ajax made Livia moan. "Careful, baby! My dress might get torn!" Livia asserted, trying to remove Ajax's hands on her chest. It was a limited edition dress from
Livia’s Point of View Agitated and thrilled. That is how I discern. I hoisted my porcelain hand and knocked on the door three times. My heart was pounding hard and my fingers were shaking. Regardless, the door creaked, and a dazzling man showed up wearing only a towel wrapped around his waist as drops of water fell on his hair down to his mesomorphic shoulders and went to his hard stomach. I bit my lip seeing Archer standing in front. His stern eyes and stoic face greeted me whilst holding the box of the necklace he asked me to drop by. “Babe-“ I was trailed off when I heard a soft voice that obviously came from a girl inside. “Hon, is the food we ordered already arrived?” she asked. I twitched in shock. A woman came out of nowhere, wearing only a bathrobe, then seductively hugged my husband from behind. My eyes drifted to Archer’s hand, it crept on the woman’s waist and then glanced at me. I know her. She’s the new rising star in the film industry. I saw one of her interviews a
Livia Washington’s Point of View Cold. Dim. People’s grizzle. Three light colors simultaneously wandered around the club where I was. My taste has gone bitter. My face became grumpy as I drank the last shot of my whiskey. “You’ve drunk almost one bottle of whiskey, Livia. Stop it,” Janice; a close and trusted friend of mine said. I rolled my eyes in the air. Instead of having a one-shot glass, I got the bottle and sipped it directly. Whiskey is a hard liquor a certain person can’t drink moderately especially when her tolerance for alcohol is low. Just like me. I invited Janice to come over and be with me. Above all, she’s the only person I knew to invite and besides, Janice is the only person who can understand me.“Let’s just enjoy the night, Janice!” She only rolled her eyes at me. “I can’t drink. No one will drop you off at your house, you know that. Unless, otherwise, your husband would.” Hearing the keyword ‘husband’ made me ill. I suddenly remembered what happened yesterd
Ajax Steel’s Point of View “Fuck. She’s making me insane,” I merely whispered as the drops of water coming from the shower crashed down my body. I drowned myself in frigid water, trying to recalibrate my mind after what just happened. The lady whom I bumped into stuck in my head on the spur of a moment. I admit, when I saw her face, I got fascinated by it. She has a round face, pinkish lips, long eyelashes, and natural hair. The dress she was wearing e was enough for her curves to stand out. Not to mention her porcelain skin shimmering because of the light. While the cold water runs down my body, trains of thoughts stop in my mind. Livia's face seemed familiar nonetheless, undertake my best to recall where I saw her but I failed. Regardless, I think that I’ve seen her somewhere but my sole problem is that I can’t remember when and where. The drops of water can be heard even if I already had my towel around my waist. Going out, I saw the stranger I’d met sleeping soundly on top of
Livia Washington’s Point of View They say, some dreams are great and some bring you fearful experiences. Dreams are the number one major contributor which is the reason why everyone was successful in their dreams and that is one example of wonderful dreams. However, I can say that mine was amazing neither petrified. “Your name?” a woman who’s wearing a dress, has pale lips and short hair asked me. I stuttered. “L-Livia Washington, ma’am,” I answered. “My husband and I can’t produce a child. I need your help and in exchange, I will reward you with money at your price. Just help me…” she said, her face screaming desperation and almost pleading. Without further hesitation, I nodded my head. “Just tell me what you want me to do, Ma’am…” “First, my name is Gianna Steel. I am in a dire need of help upon giving birth to a child. I am asking you to be a surrogate mother of our child,” she said, leaving me dumbfounded. Surrogacy. Surrogacy is an arrangement, often supported by a legal
Livia Washington’s Point of View Dirty white ceiling, vague surroundings yet familiar one. Gradually, I opened my eyes and prowled around. I’m at Janice’s apartment, laying on her body still wearing the dress I had yesterday. I tried to sit on the bed, but my head hurts like Janice had pounded my head hard. “Drink this. I knew that you’d wake up soon that’s why I made you tea,” she said. “It’s good for sober boosting.” Janice put a glass of tea on the side table while I fixed my dress, hoisted my eyes on her then spoke. I felt that my tongue was dry, yet a couple of words came out of my mouth. “Damn, my head hurts…” I bleed. My best friend arched her eyebrows, and put herself across me on the sofa I was facing. “Tell me, what happened last night?” she inquired, as if she was expecting me to say something when in fact, I have none. I rolled my eyes and arched my brows. “Wasted, obviously,” I sneered. She smirked. “Girl, do you know that you almost slept with Ajax Steel yesterda