By the time the clock strikes five, I feel so much freer like load has been lifted off my shoulders . Working from Desmond’s home has help me recapture my creative spark and I dont feel so caged in anymore . I pack up my things into a neat pile and hang my bag on my shoulder Desmond stands up immediately holding his jacket in his hand ready to walk me to my flat . Always a gentleman. “I’ll walk with you ,” he says , The elevator ride to my flat is quiet our shoulders barely touching . I can sense a slight electric buzz between us which makes my pulse race but I ignore it . The elevator stops briefly on the floor above mine I glance at him and He is watching me desire flashing in his eyes . I blush and look away …. When we get to our floor he steps out of the elevator with me and touches my elbow softly I look at him . We look at each other for while neither of us saying a word . His eyes are holding mune captive speaking if desires that I am not ready to face today . Then he
I wake up in the morning with Noahs arm hugging me . I don’t know when he crawled into my bed, but today more than ever, I’m grateful for his intuition. He can sense that I needed his innocent warmth today . I comb his hair with my fingers giving him a kiss on his forehead … “You can always tell when Mummy needs you … …” I say softly into his ears . He doest even stir , still in lala land. I lay there for a while basking in his warmth and innocence …Later on after Breakfast , Brandon notices me walking back and forth . He leans against the kitchen counter and says… “You’re restless,” I sigh, rubbing my arms . “I feel like I am under house arrest Brandon. I know you are trying to keep me safe but it’s driving me crazy . I will like a change of scenery at least .” His gaze softens. “I know its hard no need to explain .” He walks closer and envelops me in a brief quick hug kissing my temples . “I will speak to Desmond. He told me he will be working from his flat for a few days pe
After a short while , I finally say, “I need a cup of coffee . I just need a break.” I feel the need to move so I walk into the kitchen . I see the pastry box and I gravitate to it like a magnet I pick up another pastry this time a white chocolate croissant. The taste of the rich white chocolate melts in my mouth the minute I take a bite , decadent and comforting rich . Sometimes all you meed is something sweet to balance the bitter or upsetting news you are receiving…I can hear them in the living room talking quietly exchanging views and thoughts . I put the kettle on the hob and make a fresh batch of coffee, the familiar smell wrapping around me like a comforter . I then lean on the counter, eating and sipping my coffee . Giving myself a moment of grace . A moment to exhale . By the time I have devoured my croissant and the last gulp of my coffee, I feel a bit better . When I walk into the living room , every pair of eyes in the living room is looking at me . As if
We all sit around the living room in silence . Brandon is sitting on my left, while Shawn is on my right, Desmond chooses the single sofa facing me directly leaning forward with his usual seriousness, and Gabe sits a little apart from us in a single chair ever vigilant waiting to hear what comes next . They’re all staring at me as if they are waiting for some kind of reaction . Brandon starts talking first . “We have come to the realisation that these attempts are not random They’re all connected in one way or the other .” His voice is cool and calm as usual , He looks at Desmond. “ Can you tell us what you have found ?” “Yes,” Desmond says without hesitation, his tone grim. “I would love to share the information with you .” He continues . “We’ve traced the patterns. The timing, the methods , it’s too deliberate. Whoever is behind this is watching us, testing us to see what makes us tick , waiting for the right moment to strike.” I come to a sudden chilling realisation. “I am th
Pastries At about six, the doorbell rings, and I jump in my seat. Amanda glances at me, eyebrows raised. I ignore her and slip into the living room, where Gabe is accepting the pastry boxes from the dispatch. I clap my hands in delight. Brandon chuckles. “Aaliyah, you have such a sweet tooth.” “I do,” I reply, grinning. “And it’s definitely needed today, considering what’s happening later.” I open the top pastry box and pick out a strawberry tart. The moment I bite into it, it explodes in my mouth, and I can’t help but groan softly. Brandon stares at me transfixed as if the rest of the room has vanished, his wolf flashing in his eyes. I meet his gaze, unflinching, until Gabe coughs, trying to clear his throat as if he is choking . Amandas face turns red and starts fanning herself. “Brandon , your power is leaking,” Gabe says Brandon closes his eyes and reels it back in, He is now cool as a cucumber again …Only Gabe and Amanda seem to have been affected. Noah is too busy
Much later after having lunch, A sudden craving hits me. Pastries from the patisserie across the street are calling my name. I tried to think of something else but the craving is stuck to me like glue. I keep imagining biting into the buttery, melt-in-your-mouth flaky goodness with its perfect crust. What is life without a bit of sweetness? I think to myself. For one dangerous minute, I think about just going out without telling anyone. It's a few blocks away no one needs to know.… but then Sanity returns I will not make it out of the door before Brandon or Gabe catches me.… They would never approve, and they would have guards around me in an estate before I even made it across the pavement. I feel my frustration steadily building in my mind smh. I go into my bedroom for a few minutes and the craving will not let up. I feel so boxed in today, the silence feels suffocating and the echo of the constant steps of guards in rotation in the hallway is unnerving. Having the guards statione