With shocking, devastating suddenness their affair was over. ‘I love you, Rhiannon. I love that sweet baby growing up inside you… You two are what’s important to me…’ His words were still haunting her. Rhiannon stared up at her bedroom ceiling. Feeling lost and uncertain, she’d been staring at it for hours. Rhiannon had known she’d be hurt when he left her, but the pain that pulsed in the center of her being was too much to bear. It was as if all hope for happiness was draining out of her like blood seeping from a fatal wound. Hours later, when the sun turned the rooftops in her neighborhood bloodred, she got up, dressed, and walked out of her apartment, feeling heavy from her long, sleepless night. Hoping to clear her head, Rhiannon made her way toward the park. She wanted to be around noisy cars on their way to offices and schools, around people rushing to catch buses or subway trains. Near the park, she bought he
When the intercom buzzed for the tenth time, Paxton got to his feet, swaying slightly. How many shots of scotch had he had? On unsteady feet, Paxton crossed the room that was littered with newspapers and business magazines and answered his intercom.“‘Paxton… It’s me, baby. It’s Tori.’” What?! Why was she here? “Go the fuck away!” he exclaimed.“‘Baby… let me in. I want to talk to you about Riccardo…’”“No need! Keep him and stay away from me!” He cut the connection and poured himself another scotch. Then, Paxton slumped onto his couch again and tortured himself with more memories of Rhiannon. Rhiannon with her cute baby bump climbing on top of him… Rhiannon all covered in chocolate pudding… Rhiannon sleeping peacefully in his arms…“What the fuck are you doing, you loser?” he yelled at himself. “Stop dreaming about her! She’s not yours! She’ll never be yours. You treated her like shit, accused her of
Rhiannon walked into the bedroom where Paxton was already lying on the bed. Propped on his elbow, he watched as she started preparing her clothes for the next day, and the glitter in his eyes told her what was to come. Her breath hitched in her throat. Rhiannon never got tired of that look. It was tender and possessive. It was dark and loving. It was all the things that made her feel cherished beyond measure.“Undress for me, darlin’,” he said in a quiet voice. “I want to see you and our baby.” She smiled, and obeyed gladly. Her hands slid to the buttons of her shirt. Slowly, she pulled away her clothing, letting the shirt and then her pants drift to the floor until she was clad in only her panties and bra. Then, she reached behind her to undo the clasp of her bra. The straps slid over her shoulders and the cups came away, baring her breasts to his avid gaze. They were much heavier now, and they were tender and swollen from her pregnancy. Paxton
Hey, Y'all!!!!Another romantic adventure came to an end. It has been such an interesting ride. It has been funny, sad, frustrating, tearful, annoying (Yes, I've said it!), but all in all, it has been the most fulfilling writing experience I've had in the last eight months. The plot came out of nowhere, pushing me to give birth to this love story. In no time, Rhiannon and Paxton took over me, and... the rest, as they say, is history. I saw all your comments, and I've seen how much some of you enjoyed the story. Nonetheless, a few of you had some slight issues with some parts of it. In my defense, all I can say is... I've tried my best to please everybody, and I'm sorry I let down some of you. But think of it this way... This story is a figment of my imagination. These are my thoughts, my ideas, and, unfortunately, they might not match yours all the time. Please, don't hold it against me. I'll do better next time. Speaking of... next time, I'm planning to start a new story in a coupl
The room was empty, but Paxton’s entire conversation with his little brother lingered between those four walls: every single word, every single promise, every single cry of pain. ‘You must take care of her,’ Kieran had told him. ‘She is not the woman you think she is, Pax. I am not the man you think I am, brother.’ Paxton could still recall his moments before the nurses and doctors came to the room and took him quickly to surgery. The pain had changed his little brother’s expression while he was revealing what happened during Paxton's absence.‘She is now my wife… I had to… do it. Paxton, she is pregnant. So, you must take care of her, and the baby.’ Rhiannon was now his wife? How? When? And she was pregnant? Paxton turned and looked at the empty space where Kieran’s bed was.“I need to get out of here,” he whispered. He went out on the hallway and then walked straight to the waiting area. Thank God, there was no o
EIGHT WEEKS EARLIER Strangely, the main door wasn’t closed, so Paxton entered the restaurant’s dining room. There wasn’t a single soul inside, and the lights were off, but he could see a ray of light coming from a backroom. Maybe it was the kitchen. He came closer to the door and the voice of a woman made him stop in his tracks.“‘Yes, Kieran, I understand you had other things to take care of, don’t worry. Still, I really hoped you could be here,’” she said and started laughing slowly. “‘Funny, but no! I didn’t bite her head off… The meeting with the interior designer went perfectly. Her ideas were great. She will start the work as soon as possible.’” The woman was talking on the phone with his brother. Paxton came even closer and kept listening from behind the ajar door.“‘This place is changing fast and it’s all because of you. Just promise me you’ll come here soon. I want to show you the last changes I made. Okay, Kieran, absolutely. I’ll see you soon.
A glance around the posh “Eleven Madison Park” dining room confirmed that she was tragically undressed. After a closer glance at the food as the maître d’ led them to their table, Rhiannon didn’t care. She couldn’t wait to get a look at the menu, maybe steal an idea or two. It was one of the most exclusive restaurants in New York, a place where the waiting list was as long as her arm… longer even. But dining in such a fancy place wasn’t the highlight of her evening. Not even close. The most important part was her being there with Paxton Ridgway, Kieran’s half-brother, the man she dreamed of since she first saw him. The room hummed with quiet murmurs and the clink of silver on china.“Nothing with honey for me, please,” Rhiannon requested after they had both ordered. Paxton cocked an eyebrow.“I’m allergic,” she supplied. He nodded, then ordered the wine paired with their orders. She took a quick look around, admiring the elegance of th
Exactly two hours and a wonderful, delicious dinner later, her eyes flew wide as she caught sight of the digits on the bill that had just been delivered across the table. Rhiannon barely managed to swallow the “Holy shit” that was on the tip of her tongue. She really couldn’t let him… Paxton frowned as she reached for her purse.“Are you kidding me?” He tucked his credit card into the check cover.“Don’t even think about it. I brought you here as my guest. Did you enjoy your dinner?”“You have to ask?” She was pretty sure she had moaned aloud more than once.“I just wanted to hear you say it.”“It was fabulous, Paxton. Thank you so much. I must say it’s much better than the slice of pizza I had in mind.”“I’m glad,” Paxton said and the sexiest smile appeared on his lips. Those lips… Those sweet, kissable lips… That irresistible mouth. In fact, she wanted to kiss it and touch it with her fingertips. Paxton