After the day Vincent and Aira fought and made up, they’d barely seen each other. Vincent worked his normal office hours as Aira led meetings with Carter every day from their townhouse and retreated to her workshop after that and didn’t leave until it was too late in the night to look for him or hope he was awake.She would be lying if she said that she wasn’t avoiding Vincent, especially after the night they had and the conversation they had after that. But it wasn’t entirely true either, because she had a feeling that he was avoiding her too.She was used to him coming to seek her at some point during the day whenever he came back but he didn’t do that these days. And she wondered whether it was because of what had happened between them.Her thought wandered to what Nathan would say about him, and how the media portrayed him as a one night stand kind of man. Which made her wonder if that’s actually what it was about. A one night stand to satisfy his curiosity and kill the raging des

Aira sat there staring into space when a cup of coffee appeared in her vision. Looking up she found Ian standing beside her with his own cup in hand.“It tastes like crap but it will help you keep it together for a while. The bad taste is a bit useful in this case,” he said and she smirked unable to muster the energy for more than that in her worry.“Did you call everyone?” She asked,“I called mom, she and dad are away on a trip abroad, they won’t be here until tonight,” he told her as he sat down beside her.“Another business trip?”“No, this time it’s one of mom’s impromptu inspiration trips. She suddenly wanted to go to to Italy and you know how dad is with her. It seems to be worsening as they age,”“Is that why Grace is staying with Nathan?” She asked.“Yeah, dad put his foot down on that one,” Ian said, “he knew Nathan would visit her there anyway so he gave her a choice, either with me or with Hannah,” “They could’ve just sent her to us,” she said wondering why they didn’t as

Aira felt herself being lifted off the ground and pressed against the wall with a small thus as Vincent kissed her passionately. She felt his leg between hers when she slid down the wall from his hold and realized that she was trapped in his embrace but that still wasn’t enough for her, so she circled her arms around his neck and pressed against him as she kissed him back as passionately as he was doing.“You’re going to drive me crazy,” He murmured against her lips and she smiled in amusement only to have him bite her lower lip resulting in a wave of pain and passion that made her moan.Gasping she closed her lips shocked at the voice that came out of her mouth. Vincent pulled back looking down at her for a moment shocked, then he smiled as if he discovered a gold mine.“I love that voice,” He said as he nipped behind her ear, “I want to hear it more,” He added as he nibbled the lobe of her ear making her gasp.“Ah. Stop teasing me,” She whispered,“I’m not…” He answered as he press

“You need to make a more gentle stroke there. It’s your face, don’t you know what your own face looks like?” Aira’s grandmother nagged as Aira sat beside her working on the huge painting that was supposed to be her own wedding gift.Aira sighed and redid her stroke looking at her grandmother.“No, grandma. I don’t stare at my face in the mirror all day long, so I can’t just paint it out of my memory,” She said.“You painted your husband’s face well enough though. I bet you stare at him long enough to paint him out of your memory,” Her grandmother retorted.Aira sighed and put the brush down,“Alright, that’s it. Your time allowed in your workshop is up. You should be heading back to bed,” She told her grandmother who sighed not having the strength to protest against her.It showed how much her grandmother still hadn’t recovered from her stroke. She was still weak and would get tired after spending less than twenty minutes out of bed. Most of her time is spent either napping or trying

Aira Stared at the woman before her as she smiled coyly. She was wearing a tight fit shirt and jeans in black with leather high heel boots. Her long hair was much like Vincent’s and her eyes were a deep green that made her wonder if she was his long lost sister. And her smiling lips painted red made her look like a predator who just finished eating his prey.Except that she felt like she was the prey and she had yet to be eaten. Because there was no mistaking it, despite the resemblance, there was no denying who the woman who stood before her was."Hello there, Nice to meet you.” She said before Aira said anything, “I'm Carla Valory," She said with a smile.“Nice to meet you, Carla. You must be one of Vincent’s cousins.” She answered.She’d only seen these kinds of things in scenes in soap operas. When the wife and the mistress meet. Or should she say the fake wife and the mistress?“You must be wondering what Vincent’s cousin is doing here visiting you like this,” She said.“I’ve ask