(Blake's POV) Mom opened the glass door before Dad could answer her whereabouts. My elegant, kind-hearted but strict, and worse than my father dealing with the women I met in my lifetime has a smile on her lips. No, it was not just an ordinary smile but an excited one. “Grandma Thea!” Bree squealed that she could not contain her excitement. She climbed down her chair after leaving her pencil and workbook on the table. She ran excitedly to my mother, leaving my Dad and me feeling lost in what was happening. Mom immediately sat, meeting her granddaughter’s height, and opened her arms. “Oh! Oh! How’s my beautiful granddaughter?” Did my cousins tell her about Bree? I looked at Dad, and just like me, he shrugged, telling me with all honesty in his eyes that he had no idea how they knew each other. Bree was so happy, giggling as she kissed Mom on her cheeks. “I miss you, grandma Thea!” She said in h

(Tara's POV)I took a last look at the mirror before I decided to go out of the room. Samantha had chosen my attire for today, and even if I didn’t like the idea, when she started her little drama of not having a sister nor female cousin to share a passion for fashion, I let her choose my style for today.She had chosen a mini skirt business suit, matching hers. Only hers were a black suit, and I had to wear white. It was undeniable that the single-breasted suit I was wearing now is kind of stylish, and Blake was right on asking Samantha to go shopping for me. It was my skirt that worried me, though. Although for the past days that I stayed here, I have been wearing a mini-dress, hoping to make him suffer, but as always, at the end of the day, I would always wish we could truly be together. I ached for his kisses, his touch, and last night if I had asked Bree to draw her father, which she would gladly do, it woul

(Blake's POV)“Let’s play a game, Blake,” Tara whispered in my ear and nipped on my earlobe as she took off my blazer.“What game, Kitten?” I asked in a hushed but excited tone, letting out a deep breath as she nipped my neck playfully. She was driving me crazy, and I wanted to touch her, punish her for what she did last night, but when I started to touch her, she smacked my hands lightly, giggling sensually. Even her seductive laugh made me insane.“Patience, Blake... One rule, though. No touching.” She smiled, grabbing the collar of my dress shirt and locking her lips into mine. She lightly swept the tip of her tongue on my lips and kissed me with so much fire that I forgot I was not supposed to touch her. To hell with her rule, I wanted to touch her. My body was screaming with joy as I savored the sensation. I raised my hand, gently caressing her cheeks and her neck.

(Tara's POV)Thea and Steve did not insist on bringing Bree and Sean back to their house. Despite being eleven, Sean bawled, telling his mother how scared he was when Bree could not breathe, so Samantha decided just to bring him home. One of these days, I would have to explain to him what he should do when something like that happens again.I understand the fear they all went through, and it was only right to let them have a better sleep tonight. Everyone was scared today, and I did not want it to happen again. The last thing Bree needs is a family panicking in times of emergency.I used to be scared before, but it changed everything when I had Bree. She needed a mother who she could rely on at all times, and now I had to give her Dad lesson 101 on what to do in case of emergency.Blake wrapped his arms behind me and rested his head on my shoulder as we watched Bree sleeping deeply in her bed.&ldq

(Tara's POV)My sudden appearance in the company was a forest fire, creating juicy rumors that I was one of his women, something Blake’s cousins enjoyed listening to because of their bet. But with about Bree, the news spread like wildfire. It was not afternoon yet, just an hour after we left the childcare center, and yet, the whole world seemed to know about us. I was quiet for a while, staring at Blake, who seemed not to mind Matthew’s message about the social media craze over the bachelor and strikingly gorgeous billionaire with a daughter.I could take the gossip if it were about me, but not Bree. Stella, Ben, and my siblings called asking about the threads in the social media and the news, and they all expressed their worries about Bree and me.“Kitten, have I told you I love your fingers? I would hate it if you’d lose one,” Blake said, his head was on the papers he was signing.