"I didn't send your son to prison ma'am. Please stop this!" She had an idea what had happened but she was not about to have this woman keep embarrassing her especially when it was almost the school closing time. Unfortunately, the woman was relentless. "Trevor is sorry. I swear. He really loved you. Did everything for you. He was ready to marry you but you turned around and put him in prison just because you met a rich man. I'm not blaming you but please just leave him out of this. You can live your life however you please!" Anne stared at her with a mix of shock and anger. Had Trevor told his mother all that? Lied he had given her everything? What did that even mean? He had been the most awful boyfriend she had remained with for reasons she could not even figure out now.And he had the guts to tell his mother she had sent him to prison, unprovoked just because she was now with Asher, if she could call it that. And surely the woman was not so dumb to believe that…Apparently she
"How are you?" he asked when they were all settled in the car and had begun to drive off, after waving her grandma goodbye. "Great," she muttered, already feeling a little out of breath from being in the same space with him. His hand reached out and grasped her lap through her leggings, as was now custom when they were both in a car together, but the action still made her breath hitch in her throat. In a good way, at least. "How are you?" she asked him and he nodded, with a small smile on his lips. She felt like a school girl again, whose high school crush had just noticed her. "And how are the boys doing?" he asked, staring over his shoulder at the boys who were unusually still."Awesome! I can't wait to play games and eat candy like you promised, Uncle Asher!" Danny said, getting his bounce back."Sure thing," Asher said. "What about you, Damien ? You're so quiet today""Nothing," the little boy said stiffly, staring at the floor with his arms crossed. "He'll come around." Ann
"You look like you're really digging this movie," Asher said, stroking her hair. They had been quiet for quite a while and it was either she was deep in thought, asleep or really into the movie. For some reason, he chose the latter. "I suppose it grew on me," she said, smiling. "Hmm. Didn't know horror was your thing. You found the movie boring when it was all about two people in love, but now you're suddenly into it because it's now about her killing everyone?" She playfully elbowed him."Don't make it sound like I'm a psychopath!" "Maybe I now dig psychopaths," he said, making her chuckle."Speaking of psychopaths," she muttered after a while, "I didn't know you had Trevor thrown in jail." The hand stroking her hair stopped. "Who told you that?" She turned to him."So it's true. His mom ambushed me this morning and demanded I tell my man to release her son." "I do like the sound of that," he was referring to the part where he was her man. "Is that really what you're intere
She woke up to a start, a throbbing headache threatening to split her head in half. She soon figured out the cause of her headache - the boys were jumping all over the bed and consequently, on her. As she had fallen asleep much later than usual, it took her longer to wake up. "Will you both stop!" she said. She had meant to shout to let them know how serious she was, but her words came out in a throaty whisper, barely audible. The boys did nothing, they probably hadn't even noticed she was awake. While she wished she were someone else entirely, her sleepy eyes adjusted to the light and she did a double take. They were on a bed, a big bed. Scratch that, the bed was enormous. She was sure it could comfortably carry a family of ten. She rubbed her eyes again as she wondered where she was and how she had gotten there. They were still in Asher's house obviously. His house was the only place she had been in that had a different room each time she came around. So she had solved the riddl
After a very eventful weekend with Asher and her boys, Anne was the saddest when it was over. His driver dropped them off at their home on Sunday evening with a promise to see them all pretty soon. Bracing herself, she knew she had to suck it up. Hold herself until when next one of them had some excuse to see each other. Besides, he hadn't taught her to drive yet, and she could tell he had done that on purpose. She had to go back to other parts of her life she had basically put on hold for quite a while, like the bakery. Leaving Jake in charge had turned out pretty well for her, but at the same time, it was beginning to feel like he was the actual owner of the bakery. It wasn't in a conceiting way however, he just now knew more about the bakery now than she did and that was something that never happened. Even Lola seemed to know more about it than she did. It was something she could say she had built all on her own, something she owned, and she wouldn't let it slip out of her finge
Her lips went from an o shape to a smile when she realized what he'd done. Normally, she would have felt ashamed and even upset at him for showing up unannounced but right now, looking at him stand like he owned the place, all but ignoring all the opportunists who flocked around him, she was proud to be associated with this man. She gracefully stood up from her chair and walked up to him. She shuffled among the people gathered, drew him by the hand and hugged him. If he had been surprised by her action, he did not show it. As they walked back to her table, she tried to act like she did not notice the loud whispers around them, or the phones flashing and taking pictures. Now they had something to talk about. Something undeniable. She imagined what Gabby would say when she saw the news. She would tell her she was making a grievous mistake and to run now she still had the chance. However, for some reason, thinking of her best friend's advice amused her. "I take it you're happy to see
The gagged man in front of her flared like a fish out of water when he heard footsteps, grateful someone had shown up. Coupled with the ruffled cloth that covered his mouth, a black sheet covered his eyes as well so he couldn't possibly know it was her. Trevor looked nothing at all like his former self. He was twice thinner, his complexion was dull and the marks on his body made him look like a suffering old man. He tried to say something, but behind his gag, she couldn't make sense of it. Anne shivered when Asher caught up with her and touched her. From the horrific spectacle in front of her to his otherwise indifferent nature, she tried to convince herself it was all a misunderstanding. However, deep down she knew it wasn't. She had seen him beat a bodyguard almost to stupor, had heard him make death threats and had seen him violently push his ailing father when he thought she wouldn't see. But thinking of it, every single act of violence always had something to do with her. Ever
"What's going to happen to your power bike?" she asked him after they left the building in an Uber. "I'll take care of it in the evening. I don't want to draw too much attention to this place, you know, for obvious reasons." The driver, although quiet, was very obviously curious and invested in their conversation. But no one could blame him. He was carrying a celebrity in his car.They drove quietly the rest of the way and she clung to him. She was extremely tired, both mentally and physically. She didn't want to think about Trevor now he was out, reminding herself she hadn't even been thinking of him all this while. After all, she'd made his mom happy by sending him home, so that had to add some credit to her goodwill. When he woke her up, they were in front of his home. This house was his favorite as she had come to realize. They got into the house she had become accustomed to."Wait here," he told her as he limped further down, into a room to change. She followed him. "I asked