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~~Delilah~~
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Every nerve in my body is buzzing like it's been plugged into an electric fence.
I don't move.
Didn't even blink.
My brain is trying not to combust.
What the hell does he mean Ashley's pregnant?
What— where do I stand?
I…..I thought he said he was okay with us trying?
Ashley is back, his first love and pregnant.
I'm freaking out.
I am so, so freaking out.
Soren stands and moves to me. “I— I didn't mean for it to happen. It was a mistake,” he says placing a hand on my shoulder.
I fight a snort. A mistake?
No, it's not.
It takes two sane people to make babies.
I twist my head to glare at him. “You cheated on me, Soren. That's not a mistake,” my voice shakes.
He takes my hand. “I was drunk, we both were. I…I met Ashley at Knox’s lounge. I didn't know how to tell you. But then she found out she's pregnant. I can't abandon her, Lilah. You know how hard we've been trying,”
It starts to click, the call he got three nights ago, the way he hurried out that night.
It wasn't work.
It was Ashley.
I suck in a sharp breath, my chest tightens so hard, tears blur my vision. All I could feel was pain.
I shift my gaze to Ashley, her eyes are on my diamond ring and I could've sworn I saw her smirk.
But it's gone as quickly as it came. “I'm sorry, Delilah. I feel terrible. I didn't know Soren was married, I wouldn't intentionally want to ruin your home,”
Fake tears.
Fake emotions.
I see it. She can't fool me.
I sniffled. “So what now?” I ask, my gaze back to Soren. “Where do I stand in all of this?”
His hands comes up slowly, fingers sliding into my hair with the kind of quiet tenderness that has my heart racing.
Then he lifts my chin, his eyes staring right into my soul. “You're my wife, Lilah. You'll always be. We'd take care of Ashley till the baby's born, that's all.”
I hold my breath, trying not to soften into jelly. It's the first time he's saying that to me, calling me his wife, calling me his.
But the latter isn't adding up.
I don't buy it, not one bit.
Ashley Garcia isn't someone who just shows up.
An award winning model ready to give up her body just to carry a baby.
Soren’s family oriented. He– he just doesn't get it.
Ashley won't give up her baby. She's here to stay, to take Soren back.
I can see it in her face, her posture, every damn thing about her screams trouble.
And her acting all sorry and remorseful makes me sick. That face can't deceive me. I know who she is, I know what she's like.
I take a deep breath, unable to say a word.
I don't know how to react to this betrayal. And Soren just says it like none of this is wrong.
His eyes are on me, searching mine, waiting with bated breath.
But there's nothing normal about this.
I yank his hand off me and stand, walking away fast.
He follows.
“Lilah,” he says behind me. “Please stop, don't do this,”
I don't. I need air, space to breathe.
But Soren wouldn't let me.
He picks up his steps and enters the room just before I can slam the door shut.
I spin and lift a finger at him. “If this is one hell of a sick joke, then you need to stop, Soren.”
He waves a hand. “It's not. Ashley is pregnant. I have the test result,” he proceeds to dig into his pocket, digging out an envelope.
I fling it off, tears prickling at the corner of my eyes. “I turn another year today and the gift you thought to give me was this?” I breathed out, eyes wide and feral.
There's a moment of pause.
His eyes lingers on me and he runs a hand through his hair.
Of course he forgot.
“It skipped my mind. I'll make it up to you,”
I laugh without meaning it.
That's the problem. He thinks money fixes it all.
He doesn't know a damn thing.
I shut my eyes, summoning the heavens to help me deal with this.
Soren’s in dire need of an heir.
He's from a traditional home and if he turns thirty without an heir, he'd lose his inheritance to his step-mom and sibling.
I can't give him that.
Ashley can.
She's pregnant with Soren's child. Do I really have the heart to deny him that?
I'm hurt, more than anything but looking at Soren. I– just feel lost, confused.
Soren sure isn't in love with me. He's warm, kind when he wants to and that's it.
Ashley the woman who he loves is back and pregnant, this should be the point where we call it quit.
Yet, he doesn't want to.
It's hard to tell what he really wants from me.
I let the tears fall.
He inches closer, wipes it off. “Please, Lilah. Do this for me, for the baby,” he begs.
A sudden lump forms in my throat.
I should say no.
Does that make me a bad wife?
I swallow, taking a step back. I hate that I'm doing this. “Right. For the baby,” I choked out.
******
It's past 7PM and Ashley's seated on the couch, a glass of juice in hand, like she owns the place.
Soren is sitting next to her.
I pause at the bottom of the stairs. “When is she leaving?” I ask, my eyes darting at them.
Soren looks at me like I'm being ridiculous but he answers still. “Ashley stays till I get a place for her,”
My throat goes dry.
“I'm sorry — what?”
Ashley tilts her head. “Look, Soren. I can manage my old apartment. I don't want to be a burden,”
Soren eyes me carefully and then turns to her. “I won't let you stay there, it's not safe.”
“I know but Delilah isn't comfortable with me here,”
Soren shifts his gaze to me. “She is, right Lilah?”
I gulp nothing.
My chest feels so tight I can't breathe right.
God.
I want to shrink.
A tight knot forms in my stomach but I nod slowly. “Right. We all want a healthy baby,”
A smile settles on her lips and she goes back to sipping her drink.
I'm reeling inside.
Soren stands. “Come Ashley. I'll show you to your room,”
My heart aches. He seems so excited, too eager to help.
I haven't seen him show this level of concern to anyone, and it hurts me.
I watch him guide her up the stairs, and right there I see it again.
A smirk thrown my way, passing a silent message that hits louder than any word ever could.
***~~Jenaya~~***“I think I need something stronger,” I tell Snow in between sucking shallow breaths.We're seated in her living room because I'm still trying to stay off Knox and his stalking.She gives me a look. “Why are so wired up. I mean, it's just dinner.” she lets out, studying me.I roll my eyes. “It's not just dinner if Alexander Blackwood will be on that table.”Snow chuckles. “Is he that scary?”“He's not. But he wears a scowl like it's a fit. And he always tries to poke Knox.”Snow's gaze lingers and then she leans in. “So, you're worried about Knox, not him?”That stops me.“I— I didn't say that.” I say defiantly.“Of course you didn't.” she mused. “I know you love that man. And maybe you enjoy seeing him groveling a tad bit much.”“He lied, okay?” I cut in. “And that kinda ticked me off,”Snow straightens. “I think he's sorry. I mean, he must've his reasons, don't he?”I take a gentle sip from my glass. “He does. He told me he wasn't sure I'd want him if I knew and…I
***~~Meghan~~***My weekend's been filled with smile, orgasm, laughter….and what not.The air smells like him— expensive cologne and the grace he carries without even trying.Honestly with the way he wrecked me, I want to stay locked in with him… but reality can't wait.My phone has been turned off for three days and I know Jerome will be spiralling.By the time I turn on my phone, notification starts pouring in.Delilah's was precise.“Enjoy your weekend,”But Jerome?Shit.I straighten my spine, scan through his messages.‘Where have you been Delilah?’‘It’s the entire day and I still can't reach you.’‘I’m filling a missing person report’Fuck.“I'm ready, let's go.” I toss at Hunter and head for the door.***Hunter pulls into the driveway and kills the engine.He turns to me with that grin that makes my heart race. “Here we go,”My smile spreads. “Thanks…uhm for the weekend,”A smirk comes on Hunter's face. “I didn't think I'd hear you say that seeing I practically dragged you
***~~Jenaya~~***I toss and turn, unable to sleep.My phone lies next to me, dead.Knox's been blowing up the damn device. Every time his name pops up, my chest tightens. I just had to turn it off.It's been four hours since I stormed out of his house, stewing. I still am.I don't know why I'm this mad. I don't.He said he's sorry. I know he is. He gave me his reason. That he was scared I'd misinterpret his intentions. And he's right. But none of that justifies the ache I feel when I remember I asked him and he looked me in the eye and lied.I turn again, pulling the sheets off me.The air conditioner is on but I feel hot inside.I got off bed and walk to the table, maybe burying myself in work might help get this off my chest.Maybe.***I can see Knox standing just a few steps away from the driveway.Holding a bouquet of flowers.He's standing sideways, his face beaming with a smile too bright to lighten a day.I swallow a lump, feeling my heart beating in a weird rhythm.A smile
***~~Hunter~~***It's weekend over, and I honestly can't deal with the fact that we have to leave.Meghan is standing in front of the mirror, styling her hair.I sit there, eyes on her.She's perfect. Soft curves and and beautiful skin.Something in me twitches– low and a little dangerous.I stare, unable to look away.We've been at it all day, at every single corner of this room.But I can't help myself. I still can't get enough.“It won't hurt if you don't go to work on Monday,” I say, voice calm. “You work with me anyway,”She stops midway to brushing another strand.She turns, pointing the comb at me with this look that almost makes me smile.“We’re leaving, Hunt.” She lets out. “Our bags are packed. So, be a good man and get us back home,”My eyes lingers on her, on the comb, then it drops to her lips.“I've been good, haven't I?” my voice dips, lower.The words slips out before I can stop them, and I know she sees it— the shift in my gaze, the heat I don't bother hiding.She r
***~~Jenaya~~***Knox stilled.And the look on his face?It makes me want to do this all over again.I've never seen him this stunned. He's always composed, calculative. I almost don't see him this way.God knows how hard it was to put this together with Knox getting suspicious.Keiko was a great help.It was easier to get this done with her onboard.Knox's eyes scans the perfectly decorated parlor, the dining table.At Keiko, who's grinning from ear to ear.Then finally his eyes trails to me and they soften.I walk toward him, not breaking eye contact.“Happy birthday Knox,” I say, stopping just a mere inch from him, a smirk in place.His lips twitch. “You did all this for me?”There's an edge to his tone that makes me tilt my head.“You don't sound excited,” I let out, even though I can tell he is.He runs a hand through his hair, exhaling deeply. “I am,” he says. “But you didn't have to,”I give him a look, crossing my arm. “Why not?”“It's a lot of trouble. Besides, it's just a
***~~Meghan~~***A shiver shoots up my spine.His cologne invades my senses and I can feel myself melting already.Hunter's hand moves to my waist, pulling me into him.His eyes search mine, waiting.My breathing comes in short spurts now, unable to look away, to think.I can't help it.I can't resist him any longer.My mouth pries open and I breathed out. “I want….” I let out and pause, dragging him in by his shirt. “Fuck me, Hunter. Please,”The words are barely even out of my mouth before he crashes his lips to mine.His kiss is not gentle, not even close.He doesn't ease in, he devours.I gasp into him, reigning in his kiss.His hand holds my face in place as his tongue works on me.I shut my eyes, the longing I've been trying to suppress since we got here breaks free and I allow it to lead me.I want to drown in it.His mouth moves like it owns mine, teeth catching my lower lip, tongue sliding in to stroke against mine until I'm moaning into him, nails digging into the thick mu







