Nate shut the door with a loud bang, his chest heaving like an enraged bull ready to charge. He began pacing the room in long, furious strides. Sera jolted upright, startled by the door banging. Sleep vanished the instant she saw him stalking across her room. Jaw tight, muscles coiled. Confused and uneasy, she cast a quick glance at the wall clock. It was 2 in the morning. Her instincts warned her against drawing his attention. "What's wrong?' she asked, summoning all her courage. He gave no sign he heard her. Or maybe he just didn’t want to answer. His strides only grew longer and more agitated. The ride home felt like sitting in a furnace, with his silent fury radiating beside her. He had been scowling like a grumpy cat since they returned from the stadium. She tried talking to him, but he kept his mouth stubbornly sealed. Sera glanced again at the clock. Did he really barge into her room to take a walk?He marched over to the desk where she had kept the t-shirt signed by Accosta.
"He’s doing better than most. I would go so far as to say he’ll recover earlier than expected," Patrick remarked, smiling. Sera was ecstatic to hear it. She glanced briefly at her brother, who sat silently, staring blankly out the window. "My brother is a fighter," she claimed proudly. "Indeed, he is," Patrick agreed and then added, "And the fact that his sister is cheering for him so hard is probably giving him more strength. I mean, seriously, that kind of care you're giving him......it’s no less than a mother’s love." Sera didn't know how to respond to that. Ever since she lost her baby, something inside her had changed; her motherly instincts had only deepened, clinging to anything that needed care."I just want him to get better," Sera said, her fingers brushing tenderly over Dyson's head. Patrick nodded in understanding."So, I don't see a ring on," Patrick began. Sera understood his meaning. "I am.." "Send them back by this evening," Nate walked in, speaking to someone ove
"Leave," Nate gritted out, clenching his fists.Sera took a step forward, her eyes glistening with unshed tears. The room had awakened an ache from the past. Her voice trembled subtly as she said, "You thought.. you thought our kid was alive." It wasn't a question but a crushing realisation. "I said leave," Nate repeated, a bit more harshly. "No," Sera refused outrightly before adding heatedly, "I have every right, more than anyone, to know everything concerning my child." His eyes narrowed cold and sharp. "Your child. Where was this motherly affection when you killed my child?" Nate demanded only to receive a resounding slap across his face. His head snapped to the side. She didn't stop. She pounded his chest with trembling fists, her sobs breaking free as tears streamed down her cheeks. She was livid, raging. "You think this only hurt you? I carried our baby, not you. I fed it with my blood and body," she spat, her voice soaked in fury. She pushed him hard, only to stumble b
His accusation felt like a hammer to her chest. It both anguished and enraged her. The nerve of him to twist the blame onto her. She lost her child to the stress HE inflicted. Every sleepless night, every shouted word, every ounce of anxiety HE caused her. And now he dared to accuse her. "I don't go around killing people, you do. You are responsible for my child's death. YOU," she snapped, pointing a finger at him. It had taken her days to recover from the loss.This is true she hadn’t wanted the child at first. But just when the idea of motherhood had begun to take root, just when she had started to feel something real. It was ripped away from her. Pain tore through not just her body but he soul too. "Don't turn it all around on me now. Just admit the damn truth or I'll....." Nate snarled. "Or You'll what? You’ll hurt me? Hit me? Force yourself on me again?" she taunted bitterly. Nate's glare darkened, somehow growing even more lethal."Careful, Sera, you're playing with fire," Na
Since the doctor couldn’t make a home visit, Sera brought Dyson to the hospital for his routine check-up. She waited outside as the doctor did his physical examination. And as if her fate was in the mood of roasting her, she saw Gloria approaching her. Her expression made it clear that she wasn't pleased to see her. "Why are you back? Ain't you tired of being Nate's mistress?" Gloria spat, frustration lacing her voice. Sera bristled. "Ain’t you embarrassed chasing after someone who treats you like you don’t exist?" Sera replied sharply. Gloria's expression further soured. She crossed her arms across her chest and leveled her with a judgmental glare. "So this is how you show your gratitude to someone who helps you?" Gloria commented in disdain. "Who are you fooling, Gloria? We both know you were only helping yourself. You thought getting rid of me would finally land you Nate. But even without me around, he still didn’t want you," Sera reminded her.Gloria's nostrils flared as she
He caught the lace at her front between his teeth and tugged, slow and deliberate. His eyes were locked on her, not just looking but devouring her. Mind clouded, heart racing..the euphoria of her release still consumed Sera. A thousand tingling sensations danced across her skin, every nerve electrified. Her neckline hung loose, exposing her pink bra straps. Nate dipped his head and bit down on the strap. His lips pressed a tender kiss against her shoulder before he gently pulled the strap. She hissed as the strap snapped back, hitting her skin with a sting. With a smile, he slid her strap aside and pressed his mouth to the sting, kissing the pain away.It hurt to move even an inch, but like he said, there is no force in this world strong enough to stop him from loving her. She was his craving, his chaos, and she was his peace, too.He put her face on his chest and snuggled. “I was terrified. You have no idea what your leaving did to me, baby," he whispered against her soft breast. H