For the first time since we got to Atlanta, I woke to see my husband still sleeping right beside me. I first checked if he was awake or still sleeping. “Carlos?” I called, his eyes didn’t flutter at my words, nor did his fingers move. He was asleep. I moved closer and watched their features, his flawless and handsome face. Something squeezed in my heart as I thought of having a son who looked just like his father. As handsome and perfect. Tall and sweet. My fingers played lightly over his face, his jaw, memorizing every slide and arc. My movements were light and feathery as I didn’t want to wake him up. I moved the duvet slightly lower, revealing my new asset of infatuation. His chest. But as soon as I placed my hands on him to explore, his hands came up to capture mine. “Don’t even think of it.” He threatened. “You were awake.” I accused with a gasp, subtly distracting him. “You have never woken up before me.” He snorted. Looking at me with those clear eyes. His eyes were sear
I looked around to find Zade looking at us. “No, not here. I guess you do not want Zane to know about it?” I murmured back. She nodded her head in agreement. “If we talk here, there’s a 75% chance he’d find out what we said. For not, let’s shop for other things.” Eventually, we got only one necklace for Anna, nothing there suited my taste. I had wanted something to get my mom’s necklace from my mind so I could confidently reject it but everything I saw was lacking. We stopped at a café to eat burgers and tea. Then we decided to take a walk. Zade grumbled at the idea but eventually gave it. I was the boss’ woman. This felt good. I made sure there was good enough distance between Zade and us, I also did well to ensure he was walking behind us, that way, he would feel more at ease as he watched us, and not be alert enough to catch on to whatever Anna wanted to tell me. For the first fifteen minutes, we didn’t talk about anything important, we passed a park and waved at dogs and kid
The drive was slower than Anna would have preferred because Zade kept warning her to keep watch and yelping whenever she swerved. I wondered where she had learned how to drive, she held the wheels with certain confidence while I had never been in the driver’s seat. He kept warning me to make a park and drive himself, I understand how unsteady he felt because it was very likely his first time he was being driven, and wasn’t used to sitting in the passenger seat. I buckled his seatbelt and told him to stay put but he still looked in pain and under torture. Anna had to drive calmly and carefully before he finally let her be. We made one stop to buy Coco’s favorite muffin and then we drove straight home. They smelled nice and were tempting enough for us to make an unplanned stop. “We should do this more often,” I said as we began to head home, I loved being outside. I also missed my husband, I wanted to go on a walk with him. I wanted to hold his hands a walk boldly in the street with
The whole rest of the day was grim. Carlos disappeared into his study after Anna’s uncle left. He didn’t look without a plan so I was a bit at ease, but my heart went up again when I concluded that even if my husband had his back on the wall, lost and hopeless, I would never find out by merely looking at his face.Zade just stayed quiet watching over us while Anna refused to talk. She faced the wall and chewed on her lips.Coco was having her own great time eating the snacks I had bought her and said nothing too.I hated being like this, just being a spectator, watching the whole drama unfold. I wanted to be in the drama, I wanted to play an important role.“Why did you guys bring Anna back?” I asked Zade in frustration. All these would have been avoided if they had simply left her there till she was eighteen. From what I saw and heard; she was doing very well there. She had her life in order and wasn’t too willing to come back. It was her love for Zane that had manipulated her to com
“Who was her father to you?” I asked Carlos later that evening. Curiosity had been eating me out, but I wanted to act mature and simple, so I initially decided not to ask.It wasn’t late but after the drama that had happened that day, everyone had retreated early, and Carlos went to our room with me.I wasn’t sleepy so I sat on the bed while he lay down with his eyes closed. He opened them when he heard my question.“I like to think of him as my sponsor.” He replied, sitting up and looking into my eyes.“Sponsor?” Why is that? “I wasn't expecting that answer, of all things.”“When I left home. He was the one who took me in.” Carlos said simply.“Wait! Did you run away from home? From your dad? Frank?” I was shocked. “Why am I always the last to hear things like this? You only tell me the boring stuff.” I whined.He smiled and pulled me close, placing a kiss on my forehead. “I tell you all the important stuff.” I was distracted for a moment when he kissed my forehead. Not because of t
This would have been a very touching story if my father loved me. But it won’t be, because my father didn’t give a fuck about me. It had always hurt to see my father clean his guns over and over again yet not turning to ask how I was doing, not helping me clean my wounds, not caring at all for me. So, I got used to it, I’m used to his indifference, and I try not to care anymore. When I found myself gagged and kidnapped, then woke up in a beautiful place with gorgeous men who intended to use me to get something from my dad, I wondered how this would end. Even though I knew my father didn’t give a shit about me, a tiny light of hope was rekindled inside of me, maybe, just maybe my father cared. Even if it was a little. I had been kidnapped by the Dos Santos brothers. Funny name. It was Spanish and it meant two saints but the brothers were three not two. Shouldn’t that be three saints Tres Santos? Funny Are you wondering why a kidnapped girl isn’t having fearful thoughts? I’m wonderi
Carlos and I never got along, that is until we did. Carlos was too proud to say he was sorry, so started a battle of who could be shittier. Luis became everything I wanted my father to be. Big, strong, and protective. He sided with me every time and in everything. And Juan was Juan. No one was allowed to touch his computers; they were his lovers. But Carlos and I struck each other and counted scores. So today, I decided to cheat. I have a very beautiful body; one I’d caught Carlos staring at. One I hoped he was dying to fuck. Today it was just me and Carlos in the house, the others had serious business to handle. Carlos was in the study, whose walls were made of glass. How transparent. I had my costume ready. It was an undersized bikini. It covered only my nipples. My ass was on full display. I was going to swim. A swim to frustrate one dickhead just a glass wall away. I've had the whole scene planned out. First, I sat on the pool bench, angling my Boobs for Carlos to see. Whic
He didn’t need to write his name on it. Fucking Carlos. Anger rose inside of me like a volcano about to erupt, hurt swirled like a tsunami. How dare Carlos?I wasn’t asking him to fuck me. I was just trying to win for once. He had put frogs in my bath, poured ketchup on my seat, and got my clothes red, Luis had been so scared that he first thought it was blood. He had put pepper in my shampoo and got my eyes and hair hot. What was wrong with my trying to win for once?I made my way downstairs. I was so angry my head could pop. He was just standing there, waiting for me with that look of triumph on his face. I don’t know what I did to make the bastard hate me but this was the last straw for me. I am done playing games. I stopped right in front of Carlos. He had that ‘what the hell can you do' look on his face I raised my left hand to slap him on the face, I knew he was expecting that so I wasn’t surprised then he caught my hand even before it reached his face. My left hand was jus