MasukSHANE I moved effortlessly through the crowd with my arm resting lightly on Cathy’s waist as we exchanged pleasantries with acquaintances. Cathy was officially my woman again, and I took her along to events now. The reception was a grand celebration for one of my late father’s friends.The ballroom buzzed with laughter and conversation, the hum of voices blending seamlessly with the soft melody from the live band. Cathy, ever the perfect socialite, was completely in her element, flashing dazzling smiles, offering light-hearted laughs, and keeping conversations flowing with practiced ease.I played along, nodding in the right places, chuckling when appropriate, but my mind wasn’t fully on the festivities. I would’ve much rather been in my study at home, or just relaxing.Then, across the room, I heard a familiar voice call my name.“Shane, a moment?”I turned and spotted Donovan Pierce, one of my father’s longtime younger business associates, weaving through the crowd towards me. His
CARRIE I gazed down at the tiny bundle in my arms, my heart swelling with a kind of love I had never known before. Leonard Mathew Dalton. My son. My world had finally arrived. I had named him Leonard after my late Dad and Mathew was the name I have always loved. His soft breaths were steady, his little fingers curling around mine as he slept. He had been born just a few weeks ago, filling a void in my heart I hadn’t even realized was still there. The moment I held him for the first time, everything else had faded; my heartbreak, my past, even the pain I had endured bringing him into the world.Now, as I sat in the nursery, rocking him gently, I couldn’t help but marvel at how much Leo resembled his dad. The resemblance was uncanny, he even had the same birthmark Shane had under his jaw.“Well, I shouldn’t be surprised,” I told myself. The Blackwood gene had always been strong; most of the family looked alike.Carl had been overjoyed when I gave birth, fussing over me and Leo like a
ANDERS The meeting finally wrapped up with Emmett’s usual closing remarks about growth strategies and sponsorship expansions. I leaned back in my chair, stretching my neck slightly. The meeting had gone beyond the time I expected, it was one of those strategy sessions that left your mind buzzing with numbers and possibilities but as I glanced at my wristwatch, a slow smile tugged at my lips.Five minutes to five. Perfect.I really wanted to see her again. Carrie.I told myself I only wanted to check in on her, to make sure she was doing okay after the nursery setup. But if I was being honest with myself, that wasn’t the full truth. I liked being around her. I liked the calm she carried, even with everything she’d been through. I liked the way her laughter softened the air, the way her eyes lit up when she talked about her baby, or her work, or anything that meant something to her.I’d seen her smile more often lately, and that did something to me: something I couldn’t quite explain,
CARRIE It was a crisp Saturday morning, and the sunlight spilled softly through the large windows of my apartment, bathing everything in a golden glow. I stood in the doorway of the nursery, one hand resting on my rounded belly, and smiled. The baby would be here soon, just a few more weeks and I could hardly believe how quickly time had flown.The room already looked perfect, thanks to Ellen. She’d practically taken charge of the entire decoration, insisting that I rest and “let the experts handle it.” But I wanted to be part of it, at least for today. There were still a few finishing touches I wanted to add, tiny details that felt personal, that made the space feel more like ours.Ellen arrived first, her blond hair tied back and a look of excited determination on her face. “Morning, mama!” she greeted, stepping inside with a shopping bag in each hand. “Ready to make some magic happen?”I laughed softly. “I feel more like a spectator today. I’m as big as a house, Ellen. Don’t expec
SHANE “Time for a shower,” I suggested, my voice gravelly with exhaustion and renewed want. “We’ve… made a mess.”She turned in my arms, her dark eyes sparkling with mischief. “I suppose we have.” Her fingers traced a slow, possessive line down my chest. “And I intend to make an even bigger one.”She took my hand and led me the few steps into the glass-walled shower. She turned the knob, and a cascade of hot water instantly rained down on us, washing away the sweat and the evidence of our passion from our skin. It streamed over her hair, plastering the dark strands to her neck and shoulders, beading on her eyelashes.She reached for a bottle of body wash, pouring a generous amount into her palm. The scent of sandalwood and vanilla bloomed in the humid air. She turned to me, her expression one of intense concentration. “Let me take care of you,” she murmured, her voice almost lost under the spray.Her soapy hands landed on my chest, and I groaned at the sensation. The slick, warm slip
SHANE The promise in her voice sent a fresh jolt of electricity straight to my core, a startling resurgence of desire that defied the satisfying exhaustion humming through my limbs.I rolled off her, my body already responding to her challenge. The cool air of the room was a shock against my damp skin. She sat up, her dark eyes gleaming with a newfound, wicked intent. She swung her legs over the side of the bed, her sun-kissed skin glowing in the low light. She stood, a powerful, sensual goddess, and offered me her hand.“Come with me,” she said, her voice low and inviting.I took her hand, letting her lead me. We didn’t go far. Just across the hall, into the pristine, cool atmosphere of the bathroom. The white tiles and chrome fixtures were a world away from the soft, rumpled warmth of the bedroom. The harsh, overhead light was unkind to most, but it only served to highlight Cathy’s stunning figure, casting her curves into beautiful, stark relief.She turned to face me, her back aga







