When I was finally able to open my eyes Nolan was leaning over me watching me with gentle, soft eyes. He looked at me like I was a precious possession, a fragile crystal to be handled with care. It brought tears to my eyes. I am not fragile neither am I precious, I’m just a girl doing the very thing that was done to her years, justifying her actions by making herself believe she deserves this, this moment, this man. Nolan’s gentle fingers touched my face. “Hey,” he said quietly. “You are thinking too much.” How can he see parts of me I try so very hard to keep under wraps? Even Sophie with all her perception of me still has trouble seeing through me to my thoughts. “What changed you, Coco?” he asked softly. My pussy was still clinching deliciously from the waves of orgasm but the soft look in his eyes when he looked at me was pooling moisture between my legs again. He looked down and then raised hungry eyes to my face. “It’s only a matter of time,” he whispered. Leaning down he c
“Wow,” was the first thing Sophie said as soon as I walked through the door. “When you said you were going to be late I didn’t think you meant 2 o’clock – late. What kept you so long?”She rose from the couch and followed me into the kitchen where I went to get a cold glass of water because I am going to need that or something stronger to handle her reaction to the news I have for her. She let me down the water in peace but once I dropped the glass she wanted an explanation.“So?”“Where is Nolen?” I asked as a diversion, stalling for time so I could put my thoughts together. Even with the half-hour drive from the office I still couldn’t figure out a way to compose my thoughts. Nolan had offered to drive me home and send my car home for me but I refused his offer, not because I didn’t want it but I knew he would want to come in for a while for more lovemaking – not that I didn’t want that too, but I figured I had to prepare my best friend and my son first before letting him into our l
I checked my watch for what seemed like the 10th time since I arrived home, my home not the one I shared with Lurane. I got a stucco/ remodeled farmhouse on the West End as soon as I got into my inheritance. It was the first thing I got for myself before making my claim as the son of Simone Pierce. But after the contract, Douglas had gotten a house for Lurane and me under her name. The address I gave Chantelle was for this apartment. My heartbeat quickened at the thought of her.Last night was incredible, I never wanted it to end. It took all my willpower not to convince her to stay the night. I had suggested it but in her own words “I have something you need to know.”What could it be?The minibar in the living area was well stocked. My housekeeper, a middle-aged highly efficient woman called Betty who worked for both me and mom had cleaned the place and restocked the house with both food and wine. With any luck, I can convince Chantelle to stay the night and nights after this.The s
The room was dim but bright enough that the light fell on Chantelle’s face.And the boy beside her…with his body tucked protectively against hers.She looked up when I burst in, her eyes wide with fear. But that fear dissolved to relief when she saw it was me but that relief soon gave way to something else…guilt.Any doubt I had about the boy evaporated. He can’t be…my son?She looked away pulling the boy closer. Lurane’s goon was right behind me and at Lurane’s command, he went forward to untie Chantelle and the boy. He straightened and turned to Lurane with a frown.“But ma’am…”“Don’t ask stupid questions, Martin. You can leave now. Your job is finished here. You can tell me others I’ll send your money tomorrow.”Martin shrugged and left the room. A moment later his receding footsteps echoed on the cracking concrete ground.Paul raised a brow at Lurane. “You are very optimistic. Are you sure you will be free this time tomorrow?”Lurane glared at him, her lips curling in a sneer. “G
I woke up the next morning to the sound of an anime theme echoing loudly from downstairs. For a second I thought I was back home with Sophie singing along with the TV while either cooking breakfast for Nolen or chowing down a huge bowl of cereal until I felt the unfamiliar sheets of the bed and noticed the unfamiliar curtains, walls and artwork hanging on it.Then last night came to me. The abduction…Nolan…Lurane…the truth…the resolution. Nolan still wanted me after everything that happened – and he wants his son too. It was enough to send my heart fluttering wildly in my chest and warmth diffusing through my veins. My wrists still burned with slight throbbing pain from the ropes that had been used to restrain me digging into my flesh although the headache from yesterday was gone. I only hope Nolen doesn’t bruise on his wrists and ankles. The need to see him made me rise.Pushing the extremely soft blanket aside I set my feet on the cold floor, slid them into equally soft bedroom slip
What did I expect?I expected Douglas to rise in rage, I expected him to overturn his office in anger. I expected him to demand that I pour my blood out as a sacrifice for him. I expected anything but the wide-toothed smile he offered when he rose to his feet and held his hands out. He wasn’t holding them out to hug me mind you, he just held them out. “Nolan, what took you so long?”I squared my shoulders and walked in. Bob was watching, Lurane was still seething. Hearing her father speak in such a friendly tone to me she rose from her lounge on the chaise to glare at him. Douglas’s office was set up like that of a 16th-century lord. There was antique furniture, the rugs were antique, and the priceless ceramics which should be in a museum now stood on stands, they were probably hundreds of years old, how he acquired them I will never know. Even the chaise on which Lurane lounged had a large handmade embroidery of a garden scene on it. Still glaring at her father she swung her heeled f
For the next few weeks, Nolan and Fiona worked on the intricate design to make the hotel one of a kind.On my part, with Nolan’s pleading and persuasion, I moved in with him. I had been worried about leaving Sophie alone. My one true friend needed me no matter how much she tried to deny it but she practically moved my things herself into Nolan’s remodeled farmhouse. Nolen was more than pleased to finally move in with his daddy and he told everyone who cared to listen that he had a daddy. Nolan on the other hand jumped naturally into playing daddy. When he wasn’t watching tons of shonen animes with Nolen, they were plotting reenacting scenes from their favorite shows or Nolan was helping with Nolen’s assignment or taking him out for walks or tucking him into bed. Slowly but surely Nolen was adjusting to life with a mommy and daddy. I was afraid it would be difficult for him to adjust but turns out I was just afraid of sharing my baby.On the other hand, somehow the media vultures caugh
Early the next morning on the 2nd of September Nolan and I were headed to the site. Even without touching him, I could see the tension in his shoulders. This was the 5th month, sure it was still the beginning of the month but any delay in the construction was possible doom for him. Not only would Douglas take all of his properties but he would have nowhere to start from, no one to turn to. Even during the opening ceremony two days ago, with his hands on my waist, smiling at the invited guests and friends I could tell he was worried. This morning I wouldn’t hear of him leaving alone, so I tagged along with him for support. He feebly protested that this was his cross to bear but I wasn’t having any of his protests. Now he glanced at me with gratitude and I smiled, squeezing his hand.When we pulled up on the site only a handful of workers with bright yellow helmets milled around the half-finished hotel. The 11th floor was half done. One of the men holding a board and scribbling on a pap