We walk out of the conference room, hand in hand. And I can already feel the winds changing.We find Sarah in the hallway who was apparently waiting for us."Sarah, please cancel all of my meetings for the rest of the day. I think I've had enough for one day", she nods at her"Now, I'm heading out for lunch with Jason. Call the car upfront in five. I hope you booked my place for the lunch....?", Justine drags out as she asks Sarah.An immediate smile graces Sarah's lips."I'll get to it right away", she nods obediently.She leaves us but not before subtly winking at me behind Justine's back. Almost as if she was poaching for me.I give her a surprised look which changes to a blank expression within seconds when Justine turns around to face me."I'll just gather my things and we'll be on our way. Just give me a couple of minute

It's the weekend. To say I'm tired would be an understatement. All I want to do is relax but apparently I can't. Ever since mom heard the news from that tabloid blowing up places with mine and Justine's affair, she has pulled everything to a halt. Just to nag me. Yup. I'm officially fucked. Although the PR is handling the situation now, mom's being her own investigative self. Trying to pry me to tell her stuff. What kind, I honestly don't know myself. Having lost her patience with me, she has now dragged me to Justine's on a Saturday evening for dinner. So here I'm, with my mother. Another gift in my hand for little Cole and a packet of Justine's favorite chocolates. Mom brought her best wine because apparently a gossip session was in the schedule. I roll my eyes at her wide smiling face. Her excitement is almost unbearable in the elevator upto Justine's. So much so, I'm a little concerned her

It's almost Friday and to say I'm relieved to have shipped to New York early in the morning would be an understatement.Having had slept most of my flight back home and then having slept some more after I reached home. I woke up at somewhere around 5pm that too to someone stroking my hair.As my mind slowly started to gain consciousness, I realized I was laying on my front on the bed with my arms spread in both directions.And that's when I felt a hand running through my hair softly. My eyes opened slowly adjusting to the low light coming through the window and that's when saw her.Sitting on my bed, smiling at me. I groaned in happiness as I closed my eyes and made to sit. Her hand finally left my hair a little reluctantly. I rubbed my face to get me out of the sleep haze and snap back to reality just in case I was dreaming. Heck, I was totally expecting her to disappear the next second but there she was still smiling at me adoringly.

Justine's POV"Clinton, stop!", the moment those words left my mouth, I knew I had fucked up. That too, big time. Making me stop dead in my tracks. It's crazy how my half-conscious brain could easily comprehend how I said the wrong name but couldn't have stopped me from doing it. Fear and dread like any other settles deep in my stomach. Dear God, no. What have I done. I lift my head and look at Jason to gauge his reaction. I can see the confusion in his face. I can feel his pain. I can't stand the sight of it. I sit up immediately and turn away from him, closing my eyes for a second in disdain as an image of Clinton pops up in my head almost making me regret my actions. All of this that I've been doing with Jason. I open my eyes as if doing that might somehow make his image in my head go away. I can feel Jason's eyes on me, digging a hole in my back which is facing him right now. My bre

I didn't sleep the whole night.She was in my arms and that was all that I needed. It was like a dream come true. A dream so dear, I didn't want to loose it. So I stayed awake.Not knowing how long it will last. But until then, I can take my fill of her to long me my whole lifetime.My eyes ached but I wouldn't leave even for a single wink of nap.She was in my arms, her head on my chest, her soft breaths brushing against my chest. One of her arms thrown carelessly around me and my hand in her hair. I breathed in her head every few seconds, committing the scent of her to memory. All night I couldn't stop, even if every last time drop of me had been drained, I couldn't. I didn't want to. And it seemed neither did she. We were spent in the early hours of the morning and now it's almost afternoon. I can feel the sun on my skin from where it's streaking through the curtains from the window. So many years of pent up anticipation and here we're now. Even when she's asleep, I see her ha