(Bella)Two days has passed since the ridiculous stunt Dean pulled at the restaurant. I swear, he's beginning to get on my last nerves.But I did tell him off, and I don't know if that'd make him stop. I doubt this few days respite will last that long. Dean's never easily deterred.I also need to work through the feelings that have stirred up deep inside me.But right now, I can only hope he stays away and stop bothering me.Calvin on the other hand. Well, he's been there. And every damn time I look into his eyes, I see the curiosity in them, but he didn't ask about what Dean said that night.Maybe he just didn't know how to, or he doesn't want to pry. Or perhaps he's waiting for me to open up about it.And thankfully, there hasn't been any meeting scheduled for the project with Brenco. The air feels lighter without Dean throwing taunts around, at least for now.So, we have a new client on board and the weird, well not so weird thing is that this client said he'd only commit after a de
(Bella)Judy is trouble, her presence is imposing and unsettling. And that brings me to my question.Why's she here?On the surface, Judy Brennan was a vision of perfection, with every detail of her appearance meticulously refined, from her thousand-dollar outfit, her rehearsed smile, down to her annoying serene posture. But looks can be deceiving, there's more to someone than meets the eye.Things aren't always as they seem.I hold her gaze and there's a smile on her face, a rehearsed smile that doesn't quite reach her eyes.My nerves are a little short and for a second I consider turning back but then again, I don't have to give Judy the upper hand, I'd rather not have her think she has me worried.My heart ramps up but I'm not going to show weakness.I take a deep breath and walk up confidently to the table, my gait smooth and fluid.I take a seat. "Really?" I spat, keeping my voice down. "Setting up a client's profile just to get me here?" I say in a low and distasteful tone.Her s
(Dean)So, it's Friday evening, the day Ashley had asked to come over to my house and talk things out.Personally, I'd prepared myself for tonight, because something deep inside me tells me that Ashley can't just accept rejection without a fuss, her response almost sounds like there's an ulterior motive behind it.Well, tonight I'd know."It's all set," Ethan says, his voice cutting through my thoughts. I take a quick sip of my drink before turning to face him."Thanks man," I say earnestly, and almost on cue, the doorbell rings, Ethan and I share a look, he has a smirk as he shrugs into the couch."I guess it's time," I say with a grin, raising my glass of wine. Gently, I bring it down and head out of the guest room to get the door.I get to the door, and take a quick look through the peephole. Ashley's standing there, a bottle of champagne in hand.Without hesitating any further, I hold the doorknob and slide it open, revelling Ashley.Her face breaks into a fake smile, one that beli
(Ashley)I blink awake, my eyes struggling to adjust to the light streaming into the room. But then, my mind reels with satisfaction as I noticed my hands wrapped around a firm body.Dean, I mutter inwardly, flipping my half awake eyes open, a smile creeps up my face as I tilt my head, holding onto his body firmly.And then I pause, my face drains of any color, realizing who was sleeping next to me.My mind is still a hazy mess, I look around and it isn't Dean's room, it's mine.I froze, pulling my hands away from him quickly, his body reacts to my sudden hand withdrawal but he doesn't wake up.Still in shock, I flipped the bedsheet open, taking a look, I'm naked, we both are.Fuck shit! What have I done?It was supposed to be Dean sleeping next to me, cuddled up in each other's arms and not this gigolo, this good for nothing jackass.I clench my teeth hard in frustration.Last night was supposed to be my best night, a night I anticipated for with every fiber of my being, but it has tu
(Bella)So, it's one of those boring Saturdays. I'm in the living room, idly flipping from one channel to another. Anne's busy in the kitchen and the twins are in their rooms.I stare at the television but honestly I'm not really feeling it, my mind's elsewhere.Judy hasn't tried her crap on me again since I walked out of the restaurant but I'm certain she's still working together with Ashley against me, she's always loathed me that much.While I probably should be relieved that my past hasn't come back to haunt me but strangely I'm not, because deep down I know that this is just the lull before the chaos lurking around.Judy isn't the one to just back down without a fuss. I'm sure she's out there plotting on how to get to me.It's just—. It's hard not to think otherwise.Plus, my unnerving thoughts hasn't quiet down since my last encounter with her. It feels like she doesn't want Dean to know about the twins, otherwise why didn't she outrightly tell him?I just don't get it and I real
(Dean)I had two intentions in mind, get answers from Bella or find it myself.So as Javier ran up to me, I ruffle his hair, gently pulling a strand of hair, a careful act that almost seems like an absentminded gesture.I carefully held the strand, discreetly slipping it into my pocket.Almost on cue, Javier whirls around, facing Bella. "Mommy, he's the handsome mister from the mall!" He squeals.A smile creeps up my face, mirroring his excitement, it tugs at my heart.My eyes lands on Bella, she looks thrown off for a moment, as if trying to process the whole thing. My eyes moves from her to the little girl.She has a grin, as she stares at me, her curiosity shining through her eyes, she's — she's looks like a miniature version of Bella, same lips and she's got the brightest smile I've ever seen just like Bella.I look between her and Javier, the striking resemblance is hard to ignore.It's just— I can't explain how I feel.Seeing the curious look in her eyes, her bright smile, Javier
(Bella)As I stomp my way back to my car, my heart raced, Dean's question echoes in my head nonstop.He knows!I can't help but wonder, did Judy tell him?My nerves are like short now.I saw the way he looked at Javier and Jasmine, his gaze though tender and gentle, holds a calculated look in them, as if he's quickly figuring things out in his head.And the resemblance is quite uncanny, the timing. He's smart, I'm sure he must've connected the dots.Hence, his nerve-wracking question.I don't know why everything seems to be happening at the same time.First, it was Judy trying her crap on me and now Dean.I really do not know what to expect next. But one thing is certain, no one is taking my babies away from me, I'll keep them away from this chaos even it's the last thing I do.I take a deep breath, trying to soothe my frazzled nerves before getting into the car.As I step in, the tension in the car doesn't go unnoticed, taking a quick glance at Javier and Jasmine, they're unusually q
(Bella)I take a deep breath, steeling my mind before walking up to the bed, sitting just beside them. "Hey, there, sweethearts," I say softly, gently caressing Jas's cheeks. "I'll be making your favorite for dinner, come join Mommy in the kitchen," I try to coax them.They both frown, refusing to talk to me.I look between them. "Are you still mad at Mommy?" I ask them, making a sad face, just to get their attention.Jasmine rolls her eyes, turning to face me but Javier remained silent.I ruffle his hair gently. "Okay, I'm sorry for yelling," I let out, my tone soft, in a bid to get him to talk to me.Finally, Javier turns, sitting up, he looks at me, his expression softens. "Why were you mean to mister stranger?" He asks, his eyes filled with curiosity.Without missing a beat, Jasmine sits up too, crossing her tiny arms. "Is he a bad man?" She asks, her eyes filled with little wonder.Javier frowns a little, switching to his defense mode. "No, he's not. He's kind, he saved me!" He co
(Bella)I slip into the red fitted dress with thin shoulder straps and gasped, the dress was beyond beautiful and it fits so well, beautifully hugging my curves.The heels was chef kiss, it compliments my dress perfectly. I grabbed my purse and smiled to myself knowing Dean's waiting.I step out and see Dean, he's waiting for me at the door with a smile on his face and the way he looks at me makes my stomach do flips.He stood less than two feet away from me, his dark hair was well styled, exposing every magnificent angle of his face.His black suit jacket was slightly unbuttoned, as well as his white shirt, exposing a subtle part of his chiseled chest, my eyes inadvertently flicker on it for a second, taking in this incredibly handsome man that's all mine.Then came his deep sultry voice as he takes me in. "You look—incredibly gorgeous, love." He says through gasp, his eyes sweeping all over me. "I just knew this was the perfect dress, and it looks even more prettier on you," he gush
(Ashley)I pace the floor of my hotel suite in Italy, gripping my phone tighter as anger blurs my vision.This isn't how it was supposed to play out but yet again Dean's making it all about that bitch.Judy had clearly cut me off, her avoidance, her silence tells me all I need to know, maybe she's having cold feet now, she is.Dean cutting her out of his life and banning her from coming close had hit her hard, I bet she never expected any of that to happen, it was a big blow.She can be easily disarmed but not me. I've got nothing to lose.Dean could ban me for all I care, it changes nothing, he'd always be in my heart, always.Just a little longer and he'd see I'm all he needs, not her.So, I planned to hit Bella where it hurts the most, I knew how she enjoyed her private life and space and disrupting it was just a perfect move.And what better way to do it if not with those photos, it's super convincing, wouldn't even have to break a leg getting the media to believe it, even Dean be
(Bella)I spent the rest of the day in Ivy's new home, while looking after the kids together.I must say they've been a handful but we wouldn't have it any other way, watching them play, giggle, and talk makes it all worth it.Dean said he has something really urgent to take care of, he did call on his way to work, asking for Ivy's home address.I figured he'd want to come see the kids so I sent those in a jiffy.I'm on the couch going through a book I had picked from Ivy's room, while she goes to check on the kids as they nap.I hear Ivy's footsteps as she walks back to the couch and when I peer up to look at her, I see a smug smile. "You need to see this," she says shrugging down next to me and extending her phone.I take it and it's a clip, I give her a look before tapping on it. My heart did a little flip as I see Dean in a press conference.I straightened up, my interest piqued. Dean stood by the lectern, dressed in his three-piece suit, ready to address the audience.A small smi
(Bella)I wake up and Dean isn't beside me but I when I hear a little sound in the bathroom I knew he was in there.Last night was mind blowing, Dean did things to me that had me nearly passing out from pleasure.We both didn't leave this room, the only time I had to say anything to anyone was to Anne, she had knocked to ask if we'd have dinner and of course I dismissed her, we've both had our fill and by the time I had my sixth orgasm, we were both tired out and could barely stomach anything.Stretching, I'm about to get up when he saunters out of the bathroom, fully dressed."You're awake," he says, a smile finding it's way to his face. "I didn't want to disrupt your sleep, seeing you needed rest after….," he winks, pausing halfway.My face feels like volcano and I could barely hide it from him. "You're ready to go?" I manage to ask through a shy smile and he nods."Yup, but I asked Anne to whip up something for you," he says and almost immediately a knock comes to the door. "I gues
(Dean)The smile on her face makes my stomach clench with happiness and every ounce of jealousy I had felt suddenly ebbs away.I don't reply, my words failed me, all I did was stare at her, my desire laid bare.My eyes darken and the next thing I knew, I leaned over and claimed her lips, kissing her so hard. I need to get lost in her so bad, I want to eat her out for hours.She moans into my mouth and my dick throbs in my pants. I whirled her around, resting her back on the couch, towering over her, and claiming her lips once more."What are you doing?" She asks, out of breath, while I gently nibble on the nape of her neck. "Dean…Anne could…,""She's out to get groceries. It's just the two of us, baby." I murmur against her skin, running my hand over her hard, sensitive nipples through her silky top."She'll be back— in no time," she croaked out, causing me to pause and look at her.Fine, I picked her up and maneuvered us to her room, I gently put her down and pulled off her silky top
(Dean)I have called Arthur and asked him to urgently look into how those pictures got to the press and I know I'll have my answer in less than a day.I stood in front of Bella's front door and exhaled deeply, ready to face this strange lady but this time I won't be leaving if I don't see my woman.I press the doorbell and waited and after a while the door creaks open and this lady stood before me yet again, bearing an unreadable expression.But instead of telling me off, she shifts to let me in, and I see a smirk creeping up her face.Is she messing with me?"Come in," she says, giving me quite the look.I step in, still as confused as hell."Didn't you say you just —," I tried to voice out but the approaching footsteps cuts me off.I turn to see Bella, and she paused as soon as she sees me, staring into my eyes.The warmth in her eyes somehow takes all my worries and fears away."Babe," I call out softly and rushed to her, pulling her close and wrapping my arms around her, I hold he
(Bella)"Why didn't you say so sooner?" I smack her arms and she giggles slightly."Well, that's part of the surprise, telling you would have ruined the fun, don't you think?" she says, lifting her eyebrows.I shake my head, and walk over to her car to meet a beaming Aria, I pause.She's gorgeous, pretty eyes and a cute smile like her momma."Hi," I say, flashing her a smile.Her grin grows bigger and she throws herself into my arms. "Aunt Bella!" She squealed.I ruffle her hair and when I look back to where Ivy was standing, she isn't there anymore, she has opened the door of my car, leaning over and talking with the twins, I could literally hear their soft giggles.I snap my eyes back to Aria and kiss her forehead. "What's her name?" I pointed to her big doll behind her."Star," she says, her smile growing even wider."Such a cute name," I retort, ruffling her hair gently, my smile still in place. I just love her, I've loved her long before now.After we had our moment, I step aside
(Bella)Whoever was behind this aimed to ruin me, hence the reason my social handles were all over the media, notifications were pouring in, tons of hateful words, dirty comments and some even tagged me a whore and a golddigger.The blogs didn't relent, they're clearly milking this for all it's worth.Tired of reading through all the nonsense about me, I drop my phone and exhaled deeply.I'm handling this a lot better than my emotional self would, it baffles me but well, I'll have to do me, the world will be just fine.But then….. I pause, a thought comes to mind. If this lingers on, it won't be long before they drag my kids into this drama.I sigh, running a hand through my hair. Soon enough, it'll be the gold-digging wife and her secret babies.My kid's faces will be all over the media, I wouldn't put that past the person behind this chaos.God, I don't want them to drag my innocent kids into this and I definitely do not want this kind of ridiculous attention for them.I sucked in
(Dean)Unease, worry, a surge of helplessness, all of it scratch it's way through my skin, seeping through every pore.It's been over five seconds since this strange lady shut the door in my face, and here I am, glued to a spot.That isn't even the disturbing part, but wheels are already turning in my head at her response. She moved in?If that's not strange, then I don't know what is. A pang of uneasiness, fear, and a little bit of anger settles over me.Maybe if I hadn't freaking silenced my phones, I would have been here in time.But moving out? Did Bella really do that?I'm not believing any damn thing till I hear from her, and there's only one way to find out, actually two ways.Shit… I pause.I can't contact Derrick, I had angrily deleted his number when I thought Bella left me and I still don't have it now.Ugh. I run my hand through my hair, and then I lift my eyes and slowly walk over to meet the building's concierge.He bowed down to greet on seeing me.I give him a curt n