Mark’s ProvoI stared at the court order.“ the nerve of that woman!” I gulped the whisky and poured another one. I didn’t want her to stay away from her child but this.. this was going to ruin my reputation, my businesses. How could she do this without talking to me first? I would have given her permission to see her daughter. To heck with her and her law degree. She was going to fight to her last blood.I gulped the last glass and made my way to Annabelle‘s room. She was fast asleep. I sighed, the travelling up and down was confusing her life. She needed to settle down. Maybe giving Ivy custody of the child would be better. She would settle down. She won’t have to move with me every time I decide to go for a meeting. As it is, she was already behind with her study.A small knock interrupted my thoughts. “ Boss?” I looked at my head of security. “ did you find anything on her?” he nodded.“ I found her location. It wasn’t hard to find.” I nodded.“ I have alr
Ivy's Provo It was a bright day. A weekend to myself. Annabelle had returned to her father. He had been distantly lately. The last day I saw him was when he came to my house to make me a millionaire. He always sends his head of security with Annabelle. Thinking about Mark wasn’t good. I sighed and moved my trolley of food from one row to another. “ excuse me, can I get those pickles,” I did to the heavily pregnant woman instinct of me. “ sure” she moved aside and I froze. “ Trisha?” my voice was a mare whisper. I didn’t know whether to be happy or to be angry with her. “ Ivy?” she looked shocked to see. “ you have changed?” it was more of a question than a statement. “ so have you, how many kids do you now have?” j asked. “ This is my fourth pregnancy.” She flashed me a smile but I didn’t miss the mock irony in her voice. “ that is great!” l forced enthusiasm in my voice. “ how many children do you have now Ivy?” I watched as she rubbed her stomach. Since when had she become
Mark’s Provo “ Nah my back hurts” I groaned as I set up right. My head was spinning. My eyes hurt. I had drunk at least four bottles of wine last night. My eyes were bloodshot. I touched the bridge of my nose and cursed. “ daddy you said one should not curse__” she stood at the door, a cool in hand. “ Sorry, Princess. Good morning.” I said, motioning her to come to me. She dashed to where I was. She peered at me, her huge eyes boring into mine. “ morning father.” She smiled. “ you came back late yesterday, I waited for you. Yesterday was your birthday and you weren’t here to cut the cake.” She brushed her doll. “ I even baked it for you and even decorated the room downstairs.” My heart broke into million pieces. She had been waiting for me. My little Annabelle. But the most heartbreaking was my birthday. Had I lost family and friends over the past few years for them to forget? Maybe I wasn’t cut for love, maybe in the future I would be but now all I need is to focus on my bab
Chapter one mom who did you say is coming for the Easter dinner at grandma " She smiled at me "Ohm your uncle Mark. You know its been long since I had seen him. My baby brother. He was just a tiny little thing when I last saw him." Her eyes lit as she recalled his baby form. " He was so little yet so handsome just like you. dad, like his dad." She swayed to the other side of the room and I managed to catch glimpse of her tear. Briskly she wiped it off and smiled. " you know..." she swiftly turned to face me, a small smile plastered on her oval face. " Never mind baby, get me the cane in the garage I want to give it to my mother." I nodded as I dashed out of the room. An involuntary sigh escaped my lips as I grabbed the cane from the far corner of the room. Its shiny armour was the only thing that could help me determine its position. " you know Ivy, he was so cute when he was a baby, I bet he now has muscles and girls drooling over him. He was so cute and handsome." Those word
Chapter two I slid down the slippery stairs, feeling the air leave my lungs a little before l landed perfectly with a simple thud. I dashed through the leaving room to the dining table. “Fuck" I stopped abruptly, assessing everyone sitting at the dining table. I crossed my dangling slicer watch and it was only 6.30 and they were already gathered here. ‘Fuck' I did a little breathing exercise, I rubbed my sweaty hands on my sweaters. I slipped into the chair next to Blue eyes, those dreamy eyes. I swayed my eyes to my mother who was currently set like a statue, her head lowered. Swiftly I moved my gaze to everyone, they all had their heads bowed down. I shrugged my shoulders as I grabbed a bowl full of potatoes, and dished a handful. I cleared my throat as I shoved the food into my mouth. “Dear Lord" She historically dropped her hands on the table and clutched the table cloth a little. Grandma ‘eyes went out of their wrinkled sockets. “Clara what on earth did you teach your
Ivy” I heard someone shaking me, I was deep in my slumber. “Ivy” I groaned as the whisper got persistent. I pulled the blanket over my head. “Ivy “the voice was deep and whisky as it pulled the blanket away from me, I bolted upright, and switched the lamp near my bedside. “what do you want?” I nearly screamed, “shhh, you are eligible for clubs right” I looked up to find Mark staring at me. “it’s late Mark, let me sleep,” I said as l pulled the blankets over my body. “are you this boring? Let’s go to the club, I don’t have a partner, I promise I will bring you back before morning” he said as he pulled me out of the blankets. “fine wait, I need to wear clothes first” he gave me an overall look and went straight to my monarch. He opened it and threw the first thing he came across. “wear that, I am running out of time,” he said as walked out of the room. I sighed as I pulled the skirt and top. “let’s go?” I said as I closed the door. He didn’t even bother looking at me as he saunt
The day dawned crispy and clear. The morning sun poured through my window forcing me to squint my eye as I pulled the blanket over my head. " A minute, just a minute" I whispered to the morning gods. " Ivy" the shrilling voice of my sister brought me anguish. Won't she let me sleep? " Ivy wakes up, your dumb ass," she said as she shook me awake. " Lizzy just a minute" I groaned as I sank into the bed. " A minute! Are you crazy, it’s after one!" she said as she pulled the blankets away. " you went to the club and came back drunk," she said and she scoffed. " And you left me, me your sister. Since when did you start doing things I don't know about, huh?" I groaned and opened my eyes slowly. " Lizzy doesn't open the window," I said as the mid-afternoon sun blinded my eyes. " why? It stings in here" she opened the windows. " But since when did you and Mark go out at night, huh? ". She said as she walked closer to the bed. Even I was wondering the same thing. Had I done something
Shit Ivy you are wet.” The voice was distant. It felt good as that hand creased my breast. His other hand was on my wet thong. “How can you be so wet and so.” He didn’t finish his statement as he mouthed my left breast. I let out a moan. ooh fuck I was enjoying this. He moved his mouth from my swallowing breast to my neck. His tongue explored my neck. I arched my back. His tongue was doing wonders on me. “Mark what are you doing. Someone may come in and saw us.” He moved away from my neck before I even processed what he was doing. The hand that was on my left mound breast moved to my belly. It lingered there causing butterflies in my tummy. “No one will come in.” He said as he made his way to my thigh. He planted a kiss on my thigh. “aaa” I screamed. He quickly inserted his fingers into my mouth. I sucked them. “Naughty girl. you are making too much noise” he mumbled under his breath as he kissed my inner thighs again. How am I supposing to remain quiet when he was doing thi