~Evan~ I’ve been watching her all night since she arrived with her father. Such a beauty she is. I willed myself not to drink tonight, needing my head to be clear of alcohol influence when I talk to her - try to talk to her. The little black dress she has on further enhanced her creamy skin. She showed enough skin on her chest, back and legs for every man’s mouth in this function hall to water with the sight of her. My hands balled on my side, needing to wipe their lustful glare at my Princess. Devin’s words are turning into an unbreakable prophecy. Now that I learned who she is, how perfect her life compared to my shitty one - how perfect she is - made me want her more. I’m not worthy of her, I know this, but I need her in my life, but am I willing to ask her to fight for me?

~Cali~ A sour laugh left my mouth as I mumbled, “why? Why did I leave?” I shook my head, taking another bottle of the beer set on top of the counter. I down some more alcohol to ease my parched pipes. “Why wouldn’t I? You lied to me-“ He shook his head, regarding me with emotions I can’t point out. Disappointment? Pain? “Don’t stare at me like that.” I tilted the bottle in my lips. “I asked you if you were in a relationship-“ “That’s not what I’m asking, Princess.” He’s as calm as a windless summer day - the opposite of me, a hailstorm mess. “Why did you leave without asking me?” “Ask you what?” my voice rising as I continued, “ask you who Shannon is? If she’s pregnant with your child?”

~Cali~ With a smile on my lips, I beat the morning from dawning, a routine my body came accustomed to. Being a workaholic is something I inherited from my father. How I wish I also inherited his beautiful singing voice, even just an itty bitty piece of it. Barefoot, I padded to Evan’s ensuite to ease my bladder. While I washed my hands, I took a glance at my reflection in the vanity mirror. As usual, I’m the epitome of a mess. My hair that resonates that of a bird’s nest is my crowning glory. What surprised me is the glow present on my cheek. I have a fairly fair skin; I was never insecure about my color, but I always think that I’m a bit too pale. This morning though is a different story. There is this natural crimson paint on my cheeks, my lips pink and full from t

~Cali~ “Did you notice something off with Dad?” I laid on my bed, freshly showered and in a change of clothing, staring at the ivory ceiling. “Hm,” Ren hummed on the other line, “what do you mean?” The shuffling of plates and kitchen utensils in the background echoed, followed by Griffin’s voice. “Zia!” he screamed on the phone. His voice never fails to put a smile on my lips. “Zia!” his voice is a bit closer now. Ren must’ve put me on speaker. “How is my favorite man in the world?” I cooed, Griffin giggled. “Papa, Zio Evan and I made a house,” he blabbered. He’s three years old now and like what Ren used to say, he’s growing up too fast. “House?” I inquired, waiting for Ren

~Cali~Looking up to Evan, his deep brown eyes pulled me into their welcoming abyss. I wonder if I heard him right or I’m just dreaming about this.This modern day Don Juan just asked me to be his girlfriend?That is the definition of ‘more’.My eyes searched his face for traces of humor. All I noticed is genuine fondness, something rare in people these days. “Princess…” he clutched the underside of my chin with his thumb and forefinger, giving me no choice but to behold his alluring gaze.“Are you sure you want me?” I have to be certain that this is what he wants. He made it clear since day one that he is not fond of commitments and I’m fine with what we have… wha