Becca.How I was able to get up from that desk with the important part of my body exposed to his gaze is something I can’t explain and what is even harder to explain is how I got myself back into my favourite red dress that had now become an enemy to me from that moment Christos Fernandez rejected my womanly offering.Because yea, that was how I saw it. A rejection of what I was offering and all I could remember was different stories about men who always love to chase, but back off immediately their prey surrenders.Christos Fernandez does not seem to me as the type, but you can never tell. Can you? A lot of crazy weirdos in suits and glamour these days.Even now, I shivered as I remembered the cold that went through my body immediately I realised I was not going to get the satisfaction my body seriously craved.The fact that he had earlier given me the best orgasm of my life does not in any way make me feel grateful to him. It’s useless if he cannot go all the way and make me feel co
Becca.“What the hell is the meaning of this, Becca?” The angry figure in an impeccable suit demanded angrily, but before I could speak up, my maid spoke up.“I am sorry, Miss, but he barged in here before I could stop him, despite my explanations that you ain’t available to guests.” She said apologetically with a frown at the man in question.Knowing how forceful the said man could be, I nodded softly and I could feel the man’s gaze on me.“It’s fine, Mary, you can go back to your duties and let me know when the twins are back, please.” I murmured with a voice that had gone hoarse and after an intense look of disapproving dislike at the silent watchful man by the corner, Mary nodded quietly before leaving the room.Turning my gaze back to the man, I opened my mouth to offer an explanation, but the man was not in the mood to listen and I watched with open mouth as he went on a tirade.“I’m sorry for that but…” I started but he waved a dismissive hand of silence and I kept mute.“Is th
Christos.Running a swift look around the room, I realised some facts, which if I had been thinking more clearly I would have noticed earlier.The room was almost a total blackness and looking round, I saw that the light had been switched off and the curtains drawn closed, leaving just one slightly opened, to cast shades in the room for one to see lightly and move about.Turning my eyes slowly to look at the quiet woman on the bed, I finally noticed the strains behind her face and eyes and I swore softly. She winced and I knew she thought the swearing had been directed at her.“Are you sick?” I thought I asked softly but when she winced again, I knew I must have sounded harsh from the frustration of sudden concern.I saw the small nod she gave to my answer and I closed my eyes tightly. Regretting the impulse that had made me barge in here.With a groan, I remembered my disappointment and hurt when the HR had informed me she was not at work. Swearing softly, I had thought I could ignor
Christos.I thought I had the answer when she blushed slightly before looking away. But I must have imagined it because in the next minute, she turned her head to look at me.“I told you, the kids will be worried if I go to the hospital. The last time I fell sick and I was admitted, they immediately fell sick days after and the doctor said it was from worrying about me.” She explained and I found her response to be reasonable enough.I can sure imagine the sensitive kids joining their mother on the sickbay out of worries.“Okay, I get your point, but you promised to listen and do everything to get better at home?” It’s important to make her know I would not leave her alone to deal with it.She promised softly and I gave a terse nod of my head in acceptance.“Okay, I will have to speak with your housekeeper then. You will have to give me some minutes. Okay?” I said apologetically as I walked back to the bed to put her gently on it. I really hate having to leave her in this condition ev
Christos.Knowing we can’t have our talks in the hallway so as not to disturb their sleeping Mum, I did not want to also suggest waiting for them downstairs, they might decide to go into their mother’s room while I was not there to stop them.“Come to Eric’s room when you are through Erica. I will appreciate waiting for you over there.” I decided firmly as I followed Eric to his room.“Make yourself comfortable.” The young Eric said graciously like a host and I felt my lips twitching briefly in amusement.Looking round the room with eyes that were hooded under their shades, I was not surprised to see that so much effort and love had gone into making the room a sanctuary for the young boy.Painted a royal shade of purple and gold, it gave the effect of a palace that’s plainly decorated with a young Prince in mind. Fitting!Turning to my left, I saw a Spider-Man and Batman poster that obviously even the young maturely behaved Eric could not resist and I chuckled. ‘It’s slightly comfort
Christos. I could not believe that in the midst of the kids' dramas, I almost forgot about the sick woman in the room. Their mother! Now impatient to go back to her side, I took the two children by their shoulders as I made them sit on the bed. “There is no big deal about my coming, kids. Your Mum did not turn up at work today and we got worried.” I started calmly; glad that they would never know how far I was from the truth. “She did not? But Mum never misses work.” Erica said with a little show of surprise and I thought about how good she would be in Hollywood. Such a dramatic queen! “Well, she did and because I was also worried, I came here to check on her and guess what I saw when I got here?” “What?” They chorused slowly in unison. “A woman having a fever. I met your Mum sleeping with the shades drawn and the room thrown into total darkness and when I touched her skin, it was so hot, I was almost scalded.” I had not meant to reveal all or be very upfront with their Mum’s he
Christos. With them insisting on not leaving their Mum all alone in her weak state and me insisting they must eat, we called Mary to come upstairs. “Come in Mary.” I called softly after hearing a brief knock. “How is she doing?” She asked softly after sending a brief glance towards the bed. “Coming out of it hopefully.” I said confidently, knowing those little humans had their ears pinned to the ground. Mary obviously understood much could not be said in front of the little ones because she accepted my words casually. “Please, Mary, can you get some food up here for us? The kids insisted on staying in the room with their Mum and I know for a fact that their Mum would want them to have some food after school lunch.” I explained apologetically, letting her know it was not intentional to stress her up the stairs when I already noticed her knees were not really strong for the exercise. “Sure, Mr. Fernandez. I will make rice right away.” Mary promised and I smiled. “We don’t want t
Christos. I was glad when Mary walked in thirty something minutes later with a tray of food and getting up to help her put the food on the table, we quickly made a short work of it. Soon, the table was covered with plates of chicken, fries, soda and juice. Dismissing Mary to go back to her duties, I took the plates and served the kids and because I was also famished despite my concern for Becca’s health, I took a plate and served myself also before sitting down quietly to my meal. “You will agree that there is nothing like good French fries, right, Uncle Christos?” Eric commented with a smile and since it was obvious I was also enjoying my meal, there was no denying of the fact. “Absolutely correct, son—hmm Eric.” About to make the same mistake again, I quickly changed the son to his name. From the way both siblings peered at me, it was obvious they noticed, although none of them made mention of it; which I’m grateful for! “What do you care for, Uncle Christos? Juice or soda?” E