เข้าสู่ระบบCara flinched as the door closed from the living room, a gasp escaped her mouth. "Hey relax." Abigail said, trying to calm her friend down. "It's just Joshua." "Joshua?" Cara asked, wondering what her brother was doing at her place. He hadn't really come over in a while, his wife had also had a baby and he was busy taking care of them. Miranda also went and came too. Tori as well. She rose from her seat but almost collapsed to the floor. Abigail had to rush and hold her, letting her put all her weight on her. "Hey, it's okay. You're alright, I've got you." Abigail said comfortingly. "Cara!" Joshua exclaimed as he rushed towards them. He scooped her up in his arms and carried her to the living room sofa. Cries suddenly came from upstairs, Alice had woken up and immediately broke out in tears. Cara felt her heart skip a beat. She wriggled in her brother's arms. "Let me down! My baby! She's crying, something is wrong! I need to get her!" "Hey, hey calm down." Joshua tried to h
Cara rocked her baby to sleep after making sure she was well fed. It was already past noon and she was yet to have breakfast. She felt so disorganized. "Alice is just three months old and I'm already losing my mind." She ran her fingers through her hair. "Was it always this hard? Nobody told me it was going to be this hard."Abigail chuckled softly. "I can't wait for Alice to get older so she can drive you even more crazy like my son does. Trust me, once they start yapping and walking, you'd be wishing you were back to this stage where all they knew was food, burp, shit, and sleep."Cara whimpered softly. "Come on darl, let's get you something to eat." Abigail placed her hand around her waist and led her downstairs. At the kitchen counter, Abigail leisurely peeled an apple for Cara while Cara sat quietly, staring-- apparently at the fruit basket-- but obviously at nothing. Abigail tried to make small talks but Cara simply gave absent minded responses. Noticing this, Abigail knock
Giovanni smiled. "That's... Interesting.""Yes yes, I know, you were expecting the typical *Pahk the cah in Hahvahd Yahd* Boston accent," she said with a roll of her eye and Giovanni cut her off softly, laughing. "No, no-- that's not-- that's not it. It's just..." He stared at her with a softened gaze. "Your beauty looks like old money and now your accent... It's rich and elegant, sounding like old money too."She chuckled softly, her gaze falling to her feet. "Well, I won't say you're wrong but I won't say you're right either. I spent most of my life in boarding school in Texas so that's who I have to thank for my accent. "But my parents are from England so they wouldn't let me become Texas fully by tongue. I also couldn't be England fully either."Giovanni's smile widened. "Well, it's a beautiful mix, and I'm not saying it just to flirt but because it's actually the truth.""So you're flirting with me...?" She said, not fully a question but not a statement either. "I--" Giovanni
Giovanni wiped a droplet of sweat from his forehead. "Fuck." He cursed underneath his breath. Checking his diamond studded wrist watch, he realized it had only been twenty minutes. As little as the time that had passed was, it was also quite a lot of time having the fact that not a single taxi had passed by. He stared at the engine of his Bugatti, not knowing exactly what was wrong. The car had suddenly coughed and stopped for no reason in particular. "I knew I shouldn't have taken this Bugatti." He muttered to himself, regretting his choice of choosing the Bugatti la voiture noire over his Rolls Royce. Immediately the car stopped, he reached out to the insurance company, letting them know what had happened. After giving them his location, they had asked him to sit tight and they would be there soon. But twenty minutes had passed and they still weren't anywhere close to him. He had their real time location on his phone. He couldn't wait, so he checked for taxies, but not a sin
She caught him looking at her too, her eyes, her lips, her neck, her breasts, all of her. It made her feel bad for him. All these months without sex or even as much as a head or hand job. She was too busy focusing on her pregnancy that she forgot her husband was a man with needs. She knew he didn't blame her, he didn't rush her either. They still had sex when she was pregnant, but when she had a partial placental abruption, he didn't touch her. She was seven months gone then. He didn't avoid her, he just didn't touch her because he didn't know what was safe for her at that moment. Five months now since they last had sex and she was sure she missed it more than he did. Romeo always fucked the hell out of her. She managed to slip her hands free and wrap them around her husband's neck. Pulling him down, she kissed him. Their lips met in a fierce clash, hunger forcing them to suck and bite harder than usual. But that was it, that burning hunger in Romeo, she felt it and expected h
Cara stared at Alice for a minute too long, her curious eyes squinting softly but never leaving her daughter's body. "She's alive." Miranda said as she walked past Cara. "She's just sleeping."Cara bit down on her lips. "I'm just worried, sometimes it's like she's not breathing at all.""She's a healthy baby, nothing is going to happen to her. You're the one who needs to sit down for a minute and just... Relax." Miranda explained. "That's right." Tori said as she walked into the room. "You have the both of us here looking after her. All you have to do is make milk and rest.""I'm not a cow." Cara pouted, her forehead creasing into a soft frown. "I didn't--" Tori laughed softly. She had to press her crimson coloured lips into a thin line to stop herself from laughing. "I didn't mean it that way. I just mean you're overstressing." Cara sighed and smiled. "I know. I just don't know how this works." She admitted, plopping onto the bed. "We know that and that's why we're here for you.
Flashes of camera, clicking of keyboards, gazes burning with anticipation, silence...The journalists present at the press conference were more than ready to listen and write about what Cara would have to say. They had swarmed over like bees the instant they heard she was going to have a press conf
Micheal was silent for quite some time, the words played around in his mind and refused to stop. Meanwhile Jessica stood there, satisfied, watching all the emotions play out on his face. Just what she wanted to see. She hit him playfully on the arm, "what are you thinking about so seriously?" She
Cara stared at her phone, beyond confused. Who could ever do such a thing to her? Why would someone write something so disturbingly annoying about her? What even made her more disheartened more was that it all sounded so true. Whoever wrote it fixed the pieces where they were not built for but mad
Cara woke up with a soft yawn, stretching her arms tiredly. She felt like she needed more sleep, probably the whole day would suffice, but tomorrow was her wedding and she planned to put Chris in his place once and for all today. As expected, Romeo was already up. She was no longer surprised by ho







