LOGINSalma“It's your choice, Salma,” he said, walking away from me, and leaving me in the hallway with only the sharp sound of my ringtone. I took in a deep breath and pulled my phone out of my pocket. I held my breath as I checked the caller—Brandon. My shoulders slumped in temporary relief. I still had not decided what I was going to do with the information John had just given me about Ariel and my father. “Brandon?” “I wanted to give you an update on…” he paused, “are you okay? You sound like you're about to cry. Did something happen?” “No, no… I guess I'm just tired,” I said. “My parents are in the Caribbean,” he said. My heart dropped. “So she can't come?” I asked. “Oh, no… She's coming,” he said, “they should have boarded their jet by now.” Their jet? Then I realised that Brandon was not just a billionaire but his father was one too. He was the typical trust fund baby. “Thank you,” I said, my heart flooding with relief. “Have you told her? About Leona?” I asked him. “No
Salma I remained by Leona's side for an hour after Brandon left. My grandmother and Josephine had gone to a hotel to freshen up and rest before changing shifts on who would stay with Leona. If it were left to me, I would spend every second by my daughter's bedside, but they would not let me. As I watched her sleep, I heard a soft knock on the door. “Come in,” I said, assuming at once that it was a nurse coming to check on Leona's drip or some such thing. Or it was Josephine or my grandmother who had come back. But when I looked up, I saw a face that had no business being here. “What the hell, John?” I looked at him with nothing but surprise. I had not reached out to him since he had spoken to me about investigating my father. I had to admit that for a brief period, I had been tempted to expose my father's past, especially if he had killed my mother but at the moment, I had much bigger things to worry about. “I just need a moment,” he pleaded. “How did you even know I was here?”
Brandon “Elaine,” I said her name softly, feeling awkward at once. Salma was sleeping in my bed and my pregnant fiancée was standing in front of me—both mothers of my children. How was I supposed to choose? “I… I came because the baby kicked,” she looked so excited that it caused me to frown. Was this pregnancy brain? The baby was all but two months old, and it was already kicking? I had studied medicine and so I knew for a fact that babies did not kick during the second month. “Babies don't kick…”“I know you would say that,” she moaned, “but I'm sure. Do you want to feel my stomach?” she asked me. I shook my head. “I… " It's late, Elaine,” I told her. She could not honestly tell me that she had driven to my house at eleven at night because she wanted me to feel our baby kick in her stomach. “Late? I can spend the night here,” she said, “I think the baby wants to sleep with you.” I gave her a hard stare as I realised that I was in for a very long eighteen years. It was clear
Brandon The question threw me off for half a second. I was so lost in my lust that the question physically hurt me. I tore my gaze forcefully from her and replied, “Uhm… no.” She raised an eyebrow, “You don't have a guestroom? That's hard to believe.” “I do… I just,” I paused, “it's under renovation.” “Renovation?” she echoed, not quite believing me. “Yes,” I said, “I'm changing the colour… I was converting it for Leona.” The expression on her face turned blank, making it impossible to read her emotions. “That's sweet,” she said after several seconds of silence had passed between us. “You said… she likes monochrome colours, yeah?” Salma nodded, “Yes… Grey is her favourite.” “So no pink, huh?” “God, no!” Salma laughed, shaking her head, “She hates pink.” I laughed lightly and the thought of Leona dissolved whatever lust that charged my body. “I guess I'll have to tell the contractor to change the colour scheme all over,” I said, testing my luck further, I asked, “I know sh
Brandon “I'll be spending the night at the Ritz Carlton,” Salma said, completely ignoring all I had just said about loving my daughter. “You almost fell twice,” I said, “you're staying at my place.” I expected her to protest but she said nothing, only stared out the window. The ride up to my Penthouse was quiet. When I opened the door to let her in, I realised it was the first time she had ever been here. She did not comment on my minimalist taste or monochrome aesthetics. She simply asked, “Where's your bathroom?” I led her quietly into my room—my room which I never shared with anyone. I held my breath as she stepped in. Her eyes swept the large bedroom which had as little furniture as possible, giving it the same feel as my office. She gazed at the floor-to-ceiling windows that stretched across one side of the wall which made it possible to gaze down at Dallas as though the beautiful night lights were a part of the room. Her eyes took in the monochrome design—charcoal black and
Salma “He's uhm… he's…” but my body gave out before I could give her a definite answer. I found myself suddenly supported against the frame of Brandon's body. “Are you okay? Let's get a doctor in here,” he said, worry lines creasing his forehead. I stood upright, plopping my frame into the nearest chair I could find. “I'm alright,” I said, “I'm just…” but Leona was looking at me, and I did not want her to think that her sickness had caused my exhaustion, “I'm fine.” A nurse walked into the room and asked for Brandon. “That's me,” he said, following the nurse out of the room. Rita and I exchanged glances the second Brandon stepped out. But if it was Allison who asked, “You're keeping this a…” she allowed her voice to trail off as she looked at Leona. “Mommy?” Leona turned to look at me by her side, “You need to see a doctor.” I smiled warmly at her. “I really don't, sweetheart,” I told her, “I'm not leaving your side.” It did not matter how exhausted I was, my place was by Leo
Salma I saw the punch coming but made no effort to sidestep. What I did not see coming though was the human shield in the form of Kane who took the hit for me instead of my pretty face. I heard Ariel gasp. She had just punched an attending and that would have severe consequences for her. “Dr. Ka
Brandon “That is not how the situation was described to me,” I informed Mr. Summers, “I will not sell if they do not meet the conditions for which I am allowed by law to sell to them.” “What are you? An ethicist? You're a businessman, Brandon,” he sounded frustrated with my ethos, “you take the m
SalmaMy blood went cold when I heard Brandon's name but I had a surgery to concentrate on. Even though I did not like the idea of Brandon with my little girl, she was safe with him for now.The second I was out of surgery, I searched for Dr. Allison so I could speak to Brandon. She gave me my phon
Salma I was not the violent type and I was certainly not the type of parent who hit their child on any occasion, but just this once I wanted to smack Leona. Yet, I suppressed all those negative feelings inside me and said, “We do not have dinner with strangers, sweetheart.”“Brandon is not a stra







