RACHEAL RESIDENCE: Racheal was lounging in her room when she received word of a visitor. She wasn't expecting anyone in particular, but the identity of the visitor didn't catch her off guard.She instructed the maids to allow him entry. Philip had decided to pay his wife a visit, even though she had moved out of their condo a few days prior without informing him.Not that he cared, but he was concerned it might attract attention from the media.She waited for him by the poolside, reclining in a chair in her swimsuit. The sun cast its rays, accentuating her skin and revealing her curvaceous figure beneath the swimsuit.Philip arrived, holding a suitcase in his left hand as he made his way towards her.He chuckled at the sight of her relaxed demeanor, pretending not to have noticed him."You can't deceive me, Racheal. I know you were expecting me, so don't bother with the pretense; it doesn't suit you," he teased.She sighed and turned towards him. "Why are you here?" she inquired."Wh
“Defending a cheater, tsk. Should we even believe him? He could be working with whoever he's involved with," Eric remarked, clearly annoyed.Diana raised an eyebrow and shot a glare at Eric. "Eric, he's my client. Watch what you say," she warned."I don't think I can help people who find pleasure in hurting the ones they claim to love. You knew your brother was married to the woman in question, yet you still had an affair with her," he added, disgust evident in his tone.Diana was furious with Eric, about to reprimand him when Mr. Lawrence spoke up ahead of her."Yes, I knew. We were lovers before she married my brother. I tried to stop us from meeting up, but I couldn't deny the fact that I also love her, and she loves me," he explained.Eric's anger simmered as he listened to Mr. Lawrence. He relaxed his shoulders and continued speaking."So you two met behind his back, had fun, made love to each other, and yet you claim you're not working together," Eric remarked.Phoebe, upon hear
Eric’s POVAfter the accident, fragments of my memories vanished. The only recollections I retained were conversations with my mother and father.Prior to the collision, regrettably, I can't recall what hit us, though I was informed it was a car.Even more astonishing, I was discovered far from our vehicle. I often wonder how I survived, but no answers surface.For some inexplicable reason, I began to blame myself, leading to days of avoidance from my grandfather and subsequent tears.My Uncle Ben eventually disclosed why he avoided me: I served as a constant reminder of his beloved son's demise.There was always a sense that I needed to remember something important or someone crucial, yet attempts to do so were met with excruciating headaches, necessitating medication for relief.Even now, I yearn to recall the elusive memories, but they remain scattered.“Hey, you don’t need to remember now. It will come,” Phoebe's gentle touch to my cheeks alleviated my anxieties and headaches.Res
Eric’s POVPhoebe was more convincing than the rest. I won’t deny that it can’t be just a coincidence.She may have had the idea of me recognizing her after meeting at so many places.Her plan didn’t work. Since I didn’t recognize her. Looking back, I do remember bumping into a woman who oddly looked familiar all the time, but I never gave it a thought.Listening to Phoebe and the rest made it clear someone was watching all this time. Not only Grandfather but someone I never anticipated.I wanted to know more about Phoebe’s discovery, so I inquired a bit more.“So you mean just must be after me and you?”“Maybe, I am just putting things together. It could also be just a coincidence and nothing more. Or maybe I am just being paranoid,” she replied.“I get what you're trying to say Phoebe. But the question is, why will she go through all the trouble for someone who doesn’t remember her? It just doesn’t make sense,” Diana pointed out.I couldn’t deny her point of view. She might be right.
Eric's POV“I was invited in case you hadn’t noticed," Yoon Eum defended herself."You said you wouldn’t interfere, you would do as I say, so why did you appear when I hadn’t called you yet?" I reminded her of our agreement made a few days back."Tsk, seriously Eric, get a grip. Not everything is about you. I was called by Diana, and she is my friend too, someone I care about. Since you've forgotten, you've done the same."I couldn’t believe how you kept flaunting your relationship with Phoebe to the woman you once claimed to love and had just broken up with," she said to him and pushed him away so she could escape his grip.He sighed and followed after her. The silent treatment continued, and this time around it was Phoebe who kept avoiding eye contact and staring through her side window.New York: Mr. Anthony Lawrence’s apartmentBing!He heard his doorbell ring. He was expecting someone. He quickly got out of his chair and went to the door to check who was there.Expecting someone,
Phoebe’s POV I wasn’t upset or anything of that sort. I just felt I didn’t belong in their world. I was insignificant. I hardly felt that way growing up but now that have accepted to be Eric’s girlfriend the weight on my shoulders suddenly felt heavy. I can’t believe I am thinking of such things. He might be thinking I am upset the idea of Yoon Eum being his escort or that he knew her before I did. I startled after knowing their had a connection but it wasn’t a bother. I knew he might have many of women in his life. Not only he handsome, he is rich too. My thoughts was interrupted when I heard Andrew calling out to me. We had arrived. “Phoebe” he called. I got out the car without any help from Andrew or Eric. I smiled at both of them. “See you later then” I could tell, from a glance that Eric wanted to say something but hesitated. I didn’t bother asking what he wanted to say and left them behind. I slammed my body on to the bed. I was so exhausted from all the thinking
Notice: SEXUAL CONTENT Eric’s POVShe is the sweetest person I have ever met. She makes it impossible not to fall in love with her. Every minute with her makes my heart pound a billion times.I am so immerse in the kiss. I care less about us being in the kitchen.I grab her by the waist and deepen the kiss. She locks her arms around my neck.She tries to pull away but I didn’t let her.In a moment of passion, i swept her off her feet, carrying her effortlessly to the table. We break free from the kiss and breathe.With our face and body pressed against each. We could feel each other’s breath.her curly hair wet, from coming out of the showers, strands clinging delicately to her skin. With a gentle touch to her cheeks. I kiss her eyelids, nose and lips. Her blushing face was so beautiful, I can’t resist kissing her again. I cup her cheeks and kiss her passionately. She suddenly pulls away and whispers in my ear. “Not here”These words send shivers in my spin. I am burning with d
SINGAPORE Phoebe and Eric had been married for a year and a half and Phoebe was seven months pregnant. They both decided not to know the gender or number of babies in her womb. They wanted it to be a surprise. Today was a special day that Eric had planned out for his wife Phoebe. He had planned it with his workers, his family and friends, and with the help of Phoebe's family and friends. They were supposed to meet the rest at a restaurant where he booked the whole place for them. They were running late. Eric was already downstairs and had been waiting for thirty minutes already. He bought a new house for them to build their own family even though Phoebe insisted not to. Andrew was waiting outside for them to come out. "Honey we are running late, can you come down now," Eric says waiting downstairs. "Why are you yelling? , you know the situation am in" Phoebe voiced. "And that is why I said I wanted to carry you, but you refused dear, saying you are not sick but just