ASHERThe second I really saw him, really looked at the little boy, I knew..... There was no question. No hesitation. No need for confirmation.The moment my eyes settled on his small, sleepy, innocent face, I saw myself. In the softness of his features, in the way his brows pulled together, in that stubborn little chin, I saw me.I saw myself in a mirror of the past. I saw the boy I had once been. The photos. The memories. The unmistakable bloodline.He was a replica of me.... Leon was mine.He had to be. There was no other explanation. No need for one. I didn’t want one. I didn’t need his mother to tell me. I didn’t need anyone to speak a word. I knew. In the marrow of my bones. In the beat of my heart.He was mine.And suddenly, I felt like I was floating outside my body, like I was watching myself walk towards him in a dream. Was this real? Was he real?I reached out, placed my hand gently on his shoulder. And he was real.Solid. Warm. Real.He kept looking at me, curiously, quiet
ASHERWhen I left Ariella in the bathroom, my phone was ringing.I went toward my clothes, dug into my pocket, and pulled it out. Luca. Of course.I picked it up."Where are you?" His voice came in sharp, tense. "This is not good, Asher. People will start pointing fingers when they realize you're not here. They’ll start suspecting you of Alex's death. You have to come back.""I know," I said, jaw clenched. "You think I’m an idiot?"But after being away from Ariella for so long, after she snuck out of my life, after everything...I couldn’t think straight. All I wanted was to be near her. Close enough to feel her. To hold her. To make things right.When she was gone, all I did was regret. Regret not telling her how I felt. Regret not letting myself be with her. Regret not letting myself love her. And that’s what I wanted now. Love. Her."I love her," I say instead."What are you saying?" Luca asked slowly. He sounded cautious, skeptical... maybe even afraid. As if he already knew where
ARIELLAIt takes me some time....too much time for my body to respond, for my mind to register what's happening. But when it does, the fear doesn’t creep in slowly.It slams into me.BAM.Hard.Violent. Unforgiving.What if Asher is taking Leon away?What if he's walking out with him, and I never see either of them again?What if he’s decided that I don’t deserve to raise my own son, that I don’t even deserve a goodbye?And just like that, panic takes over.I scramble for my clothes, not even caring what I throw on, what it looks like, if it's inside out, if it makes sense. I just moved. I just ran down the stairs. With my Heart in my throat and Terror in every step. Straight for the front door.My hand slams onto the knob, cold and stiff, and I twist it. Nothing. It won’t turn. It's Locked. My heart jumps. He’s locked me in?Has he locked me in here so I can’t follow? So I can’t reach them? So he can just… walk away with my son?But then...murmurs. Soft. Gentle. Faint. But I would kno
ARIELLAMy two worlds. Collided. Face to face.Leon.Asher.Asher crouched in front of him, still in nothing but his boxers, one hand resting gently on Leon’s small shoulder. And Leon, my little boy, stood frozen in his dinosaur pajamas, messy hair stuck in odd angles, cheeks streaked with tears. He looked like he’d just crawled out of bed, shaken from some dream or maybe just disoriented.But his wide, curious eyes were locked on Asher. And Asher’s gaze on him?It was unreadable. Complex. Stunned. Quiet and Heavy. I stood in the doorway, unable to breathe. My heart thundered in my chest because no matter how much I had rehearsed this moment, it had never looked like this. So Real. Too soon.And far too late.I couldn’t see Asher’s face clearly from where I was standing. He was completely focused on Leon. He was looking at him like he had just discovered the world, or maybe like he was his world. His universe. The center of something bigger.There was something so still, so intense ab
ARIELLAI came not long after but never got time to catch my breath because Asher ripped down his zipper and pulled out his cock. He gripped my hips and looked at me full of hunger and possessiveness as he pushed into me in one hard thrust.Asher's eyes fell shut, and I released a long moan at the stretched sensation. I could feel every nerve ending in my pussy. Asher opened his eyes and bent forward and cupped my head, his thumbs stroking along my temple gently. He slid out of me gradually, only to glide back in even slower. His eyes locked on mine as he moved unhurriedly, his lips close but not touching mine. I couldn’t look away. This felt more intimate than ever before, as if Asher was trying to convey something with his eyes.I wondered if Asherfelt felt more for me than he could admit. “You are everything,” he rasped as he made love to me.God, this felt like making love. Was it? Could this really be love? I searched his eyes, desperately hoping to find some proof of deeper fee
ARIELLABefore I could finish, he kissed me. Harder this time. Hungrier.He kissed me like he was trying to shut me up. Like he couldn’t handle the words but still needed to feel them through me, in me. It wasn’t gentle anymore. It wasn’t about comfort.It was desperate. Like we were both confused and hurting and searching for answers we didn’t know how to ask for.But somehow, even through the chaos, we found each other again. Right there. Right in that kiss.Before I could make up my mind about what I was going to do, Asher jerked me against him again and claimed my mouth in a fierce kiss that made me gasp, then tense. His tongue slipped between my lips, and without wanting to, I opened up for him, parted my lips, and wrestled his tongue with mine. My hands found their way into his hair, tugging, raking, wanting him closer and at the same time wanting to shove him away. Asher gripped my butt and hoisted me up. My legs wound themselves around his waist, but our lips never parted. My