It was almost two thirty when Kiersey found herself back on the highway on her way home. She pressed a button to ease down her window and breathed in fresh air. Her hunger pangs were acting in again. After the pancakes she had thrown up this morning, what remained was the diet coke she had bought from a vending machine in the hospital and the junk from the gas station. If she had been in school, she'd have bought lunch or even made one in the staff lunchroom.
She sighed and leaned back in her seat. But she was stuck trailing a nameless, faceless guy that had donated the sperm for her baby.
The hospital had suggested utero testing of the foetus, it would have been easier that way to know without running around looking for the guy. But that also came with the risk of miscarriage and that was a risk Kiersey was most definitely not about to take.
Ryan Vice was definitely in Cali. She was going to have to take days off work to travel all the way there. But he was around and alive was what mattered. She just hoped her journey wouldn't be in vain. It would be such a total bummer if he turned out not to know or remember anything about the sperm donor.
She'd have preferred to get his number and save money and time by asking him over the phone but Coke hadn't had his new number. He had only been able to provide his address and the fact that he had spoken to him a month ago. So, she had had no choice but to go over to meet him in person. She had already called her agent and booked a flight for Thursday.
The flight money and other costs nibbled at her again. It wasn't much but was a little significant enough to show in her account. She sat forward in her seat and brushed a hand through her dark blonde hair. She had better prepare for more expenses that were surely to come.
Rocco had probably blocked her from their joint account, she was pretty sure she could confirm that if she checked her email, but that didn't really matter to her. The account had been ninety percent his savings anyways. She had her own personal account where she kept her own savings that Rocco never had any idea about.
That had been one of the few things she had been able to keep away from him. She smirked, sending silent thanks to Kevyn, her brother, who had insisted she not let go of her old account or let it go dormant.
She had quite a fortune in her account that could sustain her living comfortably, but she still held on to the idea of moving out of her apartment to a house. It would be good to let go of her old memories and anything that would remind her of her old life, of Rocco. Also, living in a house would mean fresher air and a more quiet surrounding and all these was good for her baby.
She was just turning on her right blinker to turn off the lane when a familiar black mustang zipped past. The passenger's side tinted window was down and she had seen the laughing brunette female. She looked very much like Sienna. The next breath caught in her throat.
Rocco, that bastard! He had lied about travelling out.
She took her finger off the indicator and stepped on the gas, going after the black car.As she zoomed after the car, the absurdity of the what she was doing struck her. She wasn't even sure if it was him. A cream sedan car had slid behind the Mustang, obstructing her view of the number plates.What even if it was him? she thought. What would she do? She had nothing with him and was even relieved to not be with him anymore. They were due for divorce mediation next week and then wouldn't have to see each other again for the rest of their lives. So why was she about to make her presence known?Yeah, he had lied about his whereabouts (if the Mustang was him at all), but that didn't mean a thing, did it? She couldn't care less if he had gone to Antarctica, or still lived somewhere in Illinois.So why was she on the chase after his car? she questioned herself again.
She struggled hard to fight it. She knew was was happening to her. Her disordered senses had probably decided it had had enough and was shutting down—she was going to black out. So she struggled hard to fight it. To push back the darkness that was steadily creeping towards her, shutting down everything in it's wake."No," she mouthed.She was aware of the strong, warm arms around her slowly lowering her into a warm cushion. Then she was aware of his face looking down at her in worry, it was the only thing in focus.He's probably going to call 911, she thought. Or the police. She had destroyed his car after all.Oh, the car.She remembered the fender bender and tried to shake her head. When had things gone from plowing into a car to fainting? She wasn't fatally wounded and dying, was she?Still confused, she struggled to grasp the reins of her world. She
One would think life would cut her some slack after the whole kerfuffle of the afternoon, but then it turned out it wasn't quite done with her yet. She barely trudged her way out of the elevator to her apartment when her phone started to ring. It was Kevyn, and of all times to call.She swiped her keycard and stepped in, immediately toeing off her flats. Then she found the nearest sofa and sank into it. She so very much wanted a cool, aromatherapic bath right now, but she didn't see how she could possibly postpone Kevyn's call. Her brother had a record for being paranoid, especially when it came to matters concerning her.So, sighing heavily, she swiped the call to pick."Key," said Kevyn in greeting. "Are you okay?"Kiersey was even too tired to roll her eyes up. "Come on, you can do better than that. And what makes you think I'm not, kiddo?"She could just imagine her brother r
The next day, she was fine enough to take two classes before the long break at which she had to go see the principal.From the call to her travel agent early in the morning, she had found out the most convenient time to travel to California was tomorrow. Unexpected, but she didn't have much of a choice.The old bastard of a principal was grumpy as usual and failed to see how a teacher in his school could have, err. . . familial matters so important as to take the rest of the school week off, albeit it was just a day before the weekend.She even had to pull the expecting mother card before the tough jerky finally agreed to let her have the rest of the day and the rest of the week off.It just happened to be around the time scheduled to pick up her car at the garage, so she took a Uber to the place.The garage was named 'The Zeunt Fix' and was an old but neat out-building that was
The sun was high overhead and burning hot as usual when Kiersey arrived at the airport. Exhausted, she paid her silent taxi driver and immediately started searching for the nearest refreshment. She was lucky to find get a chilled bottle of fruit milk drink at the nearest duty free.Recently, her proclivities went towards chilled, brain freezing drinks. Kiersey wasn't sure if that was good for the baby, but she just couldn't help the craving. Sometimes she craved for chilled stuff so bad it felt like she'd break down if one didn't gush down her throat soon enough.Her flight was in thirty five minutes, and aware of that, she had come early anyways. After all she had had the day off from work and had spent the time doing laundries and other little stuff, sufficiently boring herself out.Then she wandered more departments of the duty free before finally claiming a seat in the departure lounge.Watching
"Yeah," Kizza agreed. "I'm not going with her though.""She's traveling alone?""Yes," Kizza answered, her lips tightening slightly. "I couldn't take a break off of work, and neither could my husband." She blew out a somewhat annoyed sigh. "If she hadn't been so obstinate and insisted on going during school session."The statement wasn't really finished, but Kiersey figured she got the gist. She glanced at the girl and quirked a corner of her lips. "And she's okay with . . . flying alone?"Kizza shrugged. "She's old enough to be fine. And she sure didn't sound like she minded when I kept hammering that fact into her ears."Kiersey chuckled."I don't suppose you could help me keep an eye on her?" Kizza asked with skepticism."Oh," Kiersey said. "Why not. Sure thing. I'll be happy to."Kizza beamed widely and reached to
He raised a thick, curved eyebrow, his eyes twinkling in amusement. If he dropped the magazine lower, Kiersey was sure she would spot the twitch of those dusky rose lips in the hint of a smile.She tightened her grip on Zanéh and contained the puerile urge to step back like one scolded. His gaze, admittedly, did make her feel reproved."Yes," he said simply and put down the magazine on the glass extension tray spanning the side of his seat.His rosy lips, which looked pinker than the last time she had seen them, were slightly pinched, contrary to the amusement she had glimpsed in his eyes.Slowly, he rose to his feet, swinging his earnest gaze from her to the hostess. In the little time it had taken him to switch gazes, his stare turned from warm and amused to cold and daring.The hostess moved back a step, clearly intimidated. Kiersey could understand how she felt. She herself had felt a transient surge of alarm run through her at the weigh
"Hmmm," she hummed, casually closing her eyes to let the burst of flavours sluice over her being. Her taste buds were alive and spry with the flavours and ecstasy exploding on her tongue.The drink washed down her throat in a minty, spumescent trail and infused a chilly warmth in her chest that spread to her stomach.She opened her eyes when the drink stopped pouring and discovered she had drank it dry. What remained was the blue bubbles clinging to the inner walls of the glass and the attractive sweat that coated the outer.Then she almost dropped the flute in surprise when she saw Aithan standing very close to her, his body bent and his face studying hers intently.Kiersey swallowed as a tinge of blood suffused her face. Her pulse spiked, going into a mad orbit. She struggled to keep his stifling gaze, wondering what she had done to warranty the scrutiny. His intent stare was doing stra