I set to write 50k words this month. So 1 to 2 chapters per day. lots of twists and turns coming your way.
Cat got her way Monday morning. She sat in the car with Eric as he drove them to work. Peters and another man, named Wilson, who she hadn’t met before, were in the car behind them.Eric had told her after his meeting with security last night that he was hiring around the clock protection. Also, one of the safest places for her during the day was the office.“Oh, so now it’s safe. I’m allowed to go back to work.” Cat stood glaring at him with her hands on her hips. “The next time you want to discuss my safety with your hot shot security guys, maybe include the person you are trying to protect.”Eric had just gripped the back of her head and pulled her in for a hard kiss. Cat knew it was to shut her up, but after a few minutes, she didn’t care.They found themselves on top of the lounge with Cat spread out over his thighs and Eric’s hand in her panties. It took them both a few moments to remember that Cat couldn’t for another week. Eric had rested his head against her before saying, “I j
Cat was working at her desk the next day when Tilly took a call from reception.“Cat, it’s for you.” Tilly let her know after putting the call on hold.Cat looked up from the contract she was vetting. Smiling at Tilly, Cat lifted the phone to take the call. “Cat Sinc… Logan speaking.” Oops, she needed to get used to using her married name. The problem was, for years, she had used Sinclair.“Hi Mrs Logan, we have a lady down here in reception demanding to speak to you.” Came Cathy’s voice over the phone. She was manning the reception desk today with Amanda, who was new and had replaced Tilly.Cat had tried to get the staff to still call her Cat instead of Mrs Logan, because they already had a Mrs Logan in the building, Allison. Other than a handful of people, everyone else insisted on calling her by her married name. Then Cathy said in a quieter tone, as if she didn’t want anyone to overhear her. “She said she is your mother.”Cat frowned. When Cathy had first said a lady, her first tho
Upon seeing Eva Sinclair, it was clear that life had not treated her well. At 43, she appeared significantly older. Once, Eva had been striking with her tall 5.8 feet stature and her well-proportioned figure. Her blonde hair had cascaded in waves down to her waist, and her blue eyes shone brightly, even on the times when she was under the influence. Now, the situation was starkly different.Eva was still tall, but she had gained weight, particularly around her midsection, a feature that usually wouldn’t be a concern. However, looking at Eva, it was evident that her lifestyle choices, including heavy drinking, had taken their toll, as seen by her enlarged stomach. Moreover, her skin had lost its vitality, and her once vivid eyes now lacked their shine that Cat remembered.Her once beautiful long hair was now gone, replaced by short, teased clumps that had lost their blonde hue replaced with a yellowish tinge. Cat thought that smoking had finally taken its toll. A suspicion confirmed whe
Cat stopped where she was with the door opened only a few inches, but the fresh air from outside not mixed with the smell in here was a blessing of relief. Cat left it open and stood in front of the door. facing Eva once more. “How didn’t he know about me? You got pregnant to catch him, right? If he didn’t know, how would that work?”“He was paranoid about birth control? Not only did he ask if I was on the pill, but he used a condom. Anyway, what he didn’t know was I put a hole in the second one we used that night. I wasn’t on the pill. I knew I was pregnant three weeks later. By then, I had found out his family had disowned him. After I called them to talk to him. I ended up speaking to his father. He told me about disowning his son and he wouldn’t pay a cent for any bastard child. So I did the next best thing, or so I thought. Hitched my waggon to the next available thing, thinking he was a safer bet. Well, he wasn’t. He had you DNA tested, found out you were not his and almost beat
Eric marched Cat to the lifts. Pressing the up button. “Why didn’t you call me?” He demanded. Cat could feel the tension rolling off him in waves.Cat looked at Eric. His frown, still present, was a stark contrast to the soft light of concern in his eyes. “She was my problem. She wasn’t your psycho ex PA. Eva is my past.” Cat’s answer held a defiance and vulnerability, revealing the need in her to shield others from the shadows of her past.Hopefully, that was the last Cat would see of Eva. If Cat never saw her again, she wouldn’t care.Seeing that she was still shaken, Eric’s stance softened, and he instinctively placed his hands on her waist. “Cat, she was about to strike you. I don’t let anyone hit my wife.” Eric moved her into the lift once it arrived.Once the doors shut, enclosing them in on their own. She turned to face him, stepping up to him so only an inch separated their bodies. Locking her gaze onto his, her fingers curled into the lapels of his dark grey suit jacket. Ancho
It was only later that night, Cat found the chance to ponder Eva’s words about her father, Alex McDonnell. Was he Scottish or Irish heritage? It might explain her red hair. Alex had the darkest auburn hair. She had never given much thought to the man who might be her father, mainly because her mother had always claimed his identity was a mystery.Cat was nestled in the corner of Eric’s study, curled up on a comfortable love seat. Her Mac laptop rested on her knees. She had been scouring the internet for any information she could find about Alex.Everyone knew who he was—a 45-year-old man at the helm of a company with a global reach surpassing Eric’s business. Cat didn’t know exactly what she hoped to find, but she was confident that she wouldn’t find it online. It was just business information and photos of him and his wife at social events.At Cat’s sigh, Eric looked up from his desk. Dim lights filled the masculine room. Eric had his desk light on beside him. Eric had pulled the curt
Eric lifted a glass of orange juice and a glass of wine off the tray of a passing waiter. Handing the orange juice to her. They were at a charity event. Allison was a prominent supporter of. Tonight’s fund raiser hadn’t been arranged by her.Cat wasn’t on duty tonight; instead, she was present as a guest. Meanwhile, Allison was deep in conversation with the co-founder of Women and Children First, an organisation that provides housing and food to women and children affected by domestic abuse. They also assist in navigating the complexities of involving police and agencies, cutting through bureaucratic red tape to prevent these individuals from becoming mere statistics.Eric wrapped an arm around her waist, pulling her close. Cat felt tense. This marked their first attendance at such an event as a married couple... She could not help but notice the curious glances directed at her, especially towards her growing belly.“Don’t let them get to you.” Eric leaned into whisper in her ear. He g
“Any leads on Claudia’s whereabouts?” Rebecca asked, observing their husbands attempting to move the man they were conversing with along so they could rejoin their wives. Soft classical music filled the ballroom, resonating with everyone present. Cat wondered if Eric ever danced at these events. She would love for him to take her into his arms.“No, I think Eric is feeling the pressure. He won’t let me go anywhere without him or heavy security,” Cat sighed, despising the situation.“Hopefully, it won’t last much longer. I mean, how long can she hide with the police actively searching for her?” Rebecca expressed her doubts.“Well, she has managed to evade capture pretty well so far. It’s driving me insane. I couldn’t even go shopping for my pregnancy clothes. Eric had someone come to the house.” Cat shared, frustrated by the restrictions.“I was just about to mention how stunning your dress is.” Rebecca exclaimed, her eyes glimmering with admiration as she looked at the elegant evening