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Chapter Nine
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BAILEY'S POV Clinton pulled too quickly, cutting the kiss short. His hand came up to my shoulder, pushing me off a bit too roughly. There was guilt in his eyes as he looked at me, like he had just realized that he had done something he shouldn't have. But it was a start, guilt meant that he liked it. “You shouldn't have done that,” he said quietly. I stared back at him with a remorseful look in my eyes. He regretted it, and from the look in his eyes, he wanted me to regret it too. I nodded at him, standing up from the bed immediately. “You are right,” I said, avoiding his eyes. “I shouldn't have but it just felt right at that moment.” Clinton opened his mouth to say something, but seemed to rethink it and turn away. “I am sorry if I made you uncomfortable,” I said soberly, sounding like the good girl I knew men liked to hear. When he didn't respond, I took that as my sign to leave. “I'll let you rest,” I said with a small smile. “You've had a long night.” Clinton didn
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CLINTON'S POV I couldn't bring myself to go after her. I couldn't even bring myself to look at her. Sonia walked out of the door and out of my life, the same way she had walked in. And now, as I sat on the floor of my bedroom hearing nothing but the cold silence of my thoughts, I was filled with dread at the realization that I may never see her again. My chest felt heavy, like I was suffocating. All I could feel was her absence. I could still imagine her in my bed, her eyes warm and inviting. I could still hear her laugh over and over again in my head like I was going insane. God! I wanted to drown her out. I didn't want to see or hear her anymore. I dragged myself to my feet and reached for the bottle of whiskey on my table. Sinking back into the floor, I let the first glass burn down my throat. Then the second followed quickly. Then the third. I couldn't remember how many glasses I had taken, all I could feel was despair because it didn't matter. Her scent was still
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Sonia’s POV I didn’t know how long I walked. The rain had started softly at first, like it was unsure whether it wanted to fall, but soon it poured with a cruelty that matched the ache in my chest. It soaked my hair, my clothes, my skin, yet none of it felt as heavy as the weight pressing against my heart. I walked anyway. No destination. No direction. Just forward. Every step felt unreal, like my body was moving without my permission. My shoes splashed through puddles, water seeping in, but I didn’t stop. I couldn’t. If I stopped, I would think. And if I thought, I would break. This isn’t real, I kept telling myself. This didn’t happen. But it had. The house. Clinton’s eyes. The slap, not across my face, but across my soul. The words that cut deeper than any blade. The way Margaret had looked at me with confusion and pain. And Bailey, standing there, calm, prepared, triumphant. The person I trusted most. The person who held my hand when I cried on her couch. The person
Falling For Him: I Want Him As My Child's Father Chapter Ten
Clinton’s POV I didn’t know what to think. Sitting in my study that evening, the day still warm around the estate, I replayed everything in my mind. My mind wouldn’t stop. Could Sonia…? Could she really do something like that? The thought was impossible. Unthinkable. Yet, a small, gnawing doubt had settled like a shadow. Something whispered that perhaps the world wasn’t as simple as I had believed. I pushed it away. No. Not now. I would see her later, relax in her presence as always. The house had a soft quiet to it once Margaret had sleep for the night, and unsuspecting Sonia would be there, waiting for me. The kind of happiness she brought, the glow on her face, it was almost infectious. That evening, she laughed easily in the soft light of the dining room, her hair tucked neatly behind her ears, the curve of her belly softened beneath her blouse. I leaned across the table, hand brushing hers gently. The warmth from her skin, the calm in her voice, it should have comforted me.
Falling For Him: I Want Him As My Child's Father Chapter Nine
Bailey’s POV The door shut behind me, and the silence swallowed everything. I stood in my small apartment, handbag still dangling from my fingers, the echo of Sonia’s laughter replaying in my head like an insult. The glow on her face. The way Clinton looked at her, like she was something precious, something worth protecting. I dropped my bag onto the couch. “No,” I muttered. “No way.” I paced the room, heels clicking against the floor. My reflection in the mirror caught my eye, neat hair, clean dress, tired eyes. I looked… ordinary. Always had been. Why her? That question gnawed at me, growing louder with every step. Why did Sonia get a second chance at life when she had been reckless? When she had been a bartender sleeping with a stranger, crying on my couch, terrified and pregnant? Why did the universe hand her a billionaire husband, a mansion, love, protection while I had been the one cleaning up the mess? I laughed bitterly. “This is insane.” She didn’t earn this. She s
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Bailey’s POV Seeing Sonia again felt like oxygen. That was the only way I could describe it. I stood in front of the massive iron gates, my small handbag clutched to my side, my heart thudding with excitement I hadn’t felt in weeks. For once, my happiness wasn’t forced. It wasn’t survival-mode happiness. It was real. Pure. Anticipatory. My best friend was married and pregnant. The gates slid open smoothly, revealing a long driveway lined with trimmed hedges and blooming flowers that looked too perfect to be real. I let out a low whistle as the car moved forward. “Damn, Sonia,” I muttered to myself. “You didn’t just marry well. You married wealth.” The house came into view, and I actually laughed under my breath. Calling it a house felt insulting. It was an estate. Tall glass windows, white pillars, warm stone, and balconies that caught the afternoon sun like they were designed for movies. Before I could even process everything, the front door opened. And there she was. “Soni
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