Author's pov It’s now nine months later and Larisa had started sensing the sign of giving birth and it started very early in the morning. Then Dylan got up from the bed. “We need to go back to your city.” “Then call your brother that we are coming.”Dylan immediately called Taylor and informed him of their coming. Before now, Taylor had begged Dylan to bring Larisa so that he could sign the birth certificate after she delivers. About two hours after Taylor had finished talking to Dylan, he quickly called Gabriel's phone number."HelloGabriel, the time has come. Larisa is finally coming, but there is a littleproblem." "What's the problem?" Gabriel askedas he sensed Taylor's panic. "I guess Larisa is in labor." "How do you know?" Gabriel asked. "Dylan called me and told me to collect to the airport with an ambulance. It's obvious. What if she gives birth at the plane or airport? Larisa has killed me. The thought out plan is about to be ruined." Taylor and his friend,
Author’s pov Taylor was very anxious and he was very uncomfortable as things were going. This wasn't what he and Gabriel and the nurse they had already paid had planned. The high ranking doctor wasn't around and no one could administer any drug to Larisa without his approval. When the time was 4pm, Taylor took Gabriel for the third time and they went out. “What's happening? I'm running out of patience. This is not what we planned. Larisa and the baby are doing fine. What are you waiting for?” “I don't think we can do anything now. I guess it will be tomorrow.” “Tomorrow? I overheard the doctor saying that she is strong and she can go home tomorrow. Is this what we planned?” Taylor asked. “Why can't we give her the drug in your house? It will be very easy that time. The nurse we are using will be the one to administer it.” “I am getting the feeling that something is going wrong somewhere.” Taylor said. “Don't have that thinking.” “Why will I not have that thinking? This
Charlotte's pov "Get up, Charlotte! We need to talk," Harry urgently pulled my hand. My mum and best friend Ava were sitting beside me, and it was the final day of the award ceremony. "Harry, where are you taking me to? They're about to call your name on stage. Why don't you collect your award first? We can discuss whatever it is you want to talk about after we leave the hall," I replied. "No, please. It'll be too late," he insisted, pulling me away from my seat and the crowd of students and parents. The only person who noticed us leaving was my mum, and she wasn't concerned because she knew who was taking me away. The rest of the people in the hall were engrossed in the activities happening on stage, with medals being awarded to the deserving recipients. Harry had been nominated as the best athlete of the year. That's why I had invited my mum specifically and convincing her to come wasn't easy. I wanted someone I loved to share in my joy, and I knew how much this award meant to
Charlotte's pov The feeling of love was stronger than my desire to obey. My mother's words and occasional yelling from my best friend couldn't persuade me to open the door. I remained silent, consumed by pain and in my own world. All I wanted was for everyone to leave me alone. Eventually, it took the assistance of security personnel to break down the door. Perhaps they thought my silence indicated thoughts of suicide. However, what they found was a woman filled with bitterness, pain, and tears. My mother couldn't offer any immediate help, but she held me close, holding back her own tears. She did this to prevent me from crying even more. When I couldn't bear the pain any longer, I spoke up. "Where do I go from here? He meant everything to me. How is it that the men I loved never loved me back?" I desperately needed an answer, but my mother didn't rush to respond. Instead, she sat beside me and gently caressed my back. After a while, when she saw that my anguish had subsided somew
Charlotte's pov The cab driver suddenly stopped, and I looked at him with hesitation and asked, "Why did you stop?" My emotions were overwhelming, and my heart was pounding out of my chest. "We have arrived at the Premium King's hotel," he replied. To confirm his words, I quickly glanced out the window and saw that we were indeed at the hotel. Nervously, I got out of the car and stood in front of the glamorous building. I felt an urge to turn back, as this was something completely new to me. But there was a part of me that wanted to experience it. If it could help me think less about Harry, then it was worth trying. The first thing that bothered me was how the person attending to me would judge me. If I had to rate my level of decency on a scale of one to ten, I would confidently say six or seven. This was a new experience for me, but it was about to become a secret entry on my life's curriculum vitae. With renewed courage, I took the first step towards the hotel. Accor
Charlotte's pov The first thing I wondered was, what was wrong with me? I didn't want to dwell on my faults because I knew it could lead to an outcome I wouldn't like. To avoid even starting to think about it, I leaned back against the car seat and closed my eyes. "You must be tired," Ava said, touching my shoulder as she joined me in the back seat of the car. Before I could respond, Tyler, Ava's father, spoke up, "She's been on the plane since morning. She must be tired." Even his voice aroused me. Please, stop! Stop thinking about these imagined scenarios. What if Ava could see into my heart? What would she think of me? What's happening to me? Since the moment I made up my mind to pursue relationships with older men, I've found myself attracted to men much older than myself. The closing of my eyes briefly provided some relief, but immediately the image of Ava's dad appeared in my mind. Even with my eyes closed, I could see Tyler's image. Am I infatuated with him because of my em
Author's pov As soon as Tyler heard Charlotte's words, he turned to see if she was actually talking to him. Just as he was about to take his first step, they both heard a knock on the door. Charlotte quickly turned around, feigning surprise. "Sorry, I thought it was Ava standing here," she said to Tyler, turning towards him first, unintentionally revealing her bra before using her towel to cover herself. "I'll be right there," she called towards the door of Tyler's room, then walked over to open it. "The door wasn't closed, you would have come inside," Charlotte casually said and at the same time thought, "I'm so grateful she didn't come inside with our notice. What would I have done if she saw her dad unhooking my bra?" When Ava saw her dad, she became angry as she came in contact with her dad's face. "What are you doing here after you and Mum tried to embarrass me in front of my friend?" Tyler looked at her and replied, "I thought you took her to the other room. As for
Tyler's pov Did Charlotte actually talk to me when she asked me to unhook her bra? Oh, I forgot, she quickly clarified that she thought I was my daughter Ava. I can't imagine the feeling of removing her bra. It was a red bra! When she turned around, I saw her cleavage and how attractive her breasts looked. Stop! Stop! I don't want to think about it. It's beyond my reach. How could I even ask something like that from my daughter's friend? What if she tells Ava? How will I defend myself? I'll have no way out. But I can't help but imagine. Her voice was almost the same as that young lady at the hotel, even though they have different names. The girl at the hotel was called Susan. From the moment I heard Charlotte's voice, I thought she was the one. Maybe they are sisters? Yes! They had the same voice. Just as I was about to stand up from the couch in my room and pick up my phone from the bed, the phone started ringing. "Ava? Why is she calling me? I was with her in Charlotte's r