As if she were the most fragile item in his possession, Lucas carried Phoebe bridal style into the bathroom where he had prepared a bath for her. Stripping her of all her clothes, he helped her get into the bathtub and followed afterwards. Twin shades of pink decorated Phoebe’s cheeks as his manhood dangled before her for a minute before it got blurred by the water. “Why are you shy, princess. It’s yours, you know,” Lucas winked at her, making her avert her gaze shyly. Lucas was about to tease her more when he noticed the little frown that took over her features. Her eyes suddenly had a faraway look, and Lucas had no problem figuring out why her demeanor had changed. He couldn’t blame her, though, as he knew exactly how she was feeling at that moment, as he had been down that path before. It was a relief that she had chosen him and their marriage over her ex, and Lucas was grateful for that. But he had every right to blame Trevor, who appeared out of the blue and disrupted the
Marcy and Ivan walked into the room minutes later. “Mommy…” Ivan ran up to the bed where she was. But his little brows quirked in confusion as he stared at her face. “What happened to your face, Mom?” he finally asked, his smile dispersed into thin air as he approached her. Phoebe carried him up to the bed and sealed her lips on his forehead in a kiss. “Mommy had a little accident, baby.” “How was school today?” She asked him in an attempt to divert his mind away from her, as she knew how inquisitive he could be sometimes. But her little act didn’t work as Ivan puckered his lips and went on with staring at her nose, his brows knitted together in a frown. “How did you get injured? Is it a car accident or….?” Ivan pestered as he raised his little hands to feel her nose, his eyes already tearing up. “It looks like Aunty Annie became invisible overnight,” Annie purred as she made a face at Ivan and pretended to be sad. “I haven't seen him for so long yet he ignores me li
The muffled screams of Phoebe ended up attracting onlookers to the scene. But instead of separating the fight, they searched their pants and purses for their phone and began to take pictures of them. Lucas stood up from the floor as his eyes burned in rage. Looking down at the part where he felt sudden pain, he noticed his elbow was bleeding. “You bastard!” Lucas barked, “How dare you? Trevor stared back at him with equal rage. But underneath it all was surprise as he hadn't expected to see Lucas after so many years. A thousand questions flooded his mind as his gaze hovered over Phoebe, whose face was soaked with tears as she pleaded with Lucas for them to leave. How had she met with Lucas? How had she ended up getting married to him? Could it be that she was seeking revenge against him and decided to team up with Lucas to achieve that? Of course, with the help of a computer, it wouldn’t be hard for her to find his enemy. As much as that thought made sense, it didn't quite su
Lucas watched as she walked out of the restaurant in hurried steps, his grip on his car wheel tightened as he waited for her partner. He had left for work very early that morning as he had been unable to sleep the previous night, not with his brain working itself up for answers. As much as he thought about it, he could only come up with one answer: Trevor. But Trevor seemed to be living his best life with Amelia Jonas, the only daughter of a top politician. It just made no sense. Having been unable to concentrate at work, he’d decided to head back, knowing how useless he was considering his state of mind. That was one of the advantages of being the boss. After he'd issued instructions to his secretary, who bobbed her head funnily, he headed for home. Remembering how he had punished her and given her the silent treatment throughout the night, he stopped at a florist shop where he bought flowers. At least he could use the day to make up for how he had treated her. Now that
“I know you would probably not believe anything I tell you but I would say it anyway,” he began as soon as he noticed her to be more relaxed and less angry.Pausing in his speech, he reached for her hand on the table and took it in his, giving it a little squeeze. She glanced up at him but did not attempt to remove her hand.Fighting back the urge to plant a kiss on her tiny palm, he continued. “I have always loved you, Phoebe, right from the first day I set my eyes on you. It took me long to realize this, but I know now. You are the woman who makes me complete, and I want both you and our son back. We can start afresh.”“I have never met any woman like you before. You're a one-of-a-kind. I know I have hurt you in the past, but I plead that you forgive me. I am ready to right my wrongs. I am ready to be the man you always wanted. Please give me a chance in your life.” Phoebe raised her brows as confusion settled within her. Was he unaware that she was married? Even though she was ang
Trevor found it difficult to retract his gaze from the brown-haired, beautiful woman who sat across the table and glared daggers at him. She had changed a lot and was no longer the shy and naive girl he knew. Her curves were more womanly, and her full breasts stood erect like soldiers, making her blue sundress fit her body perfectly. Her long eyelashes, which were one of the best features of her face, fluttered nonstop, and he wondered what was going through her mind at that moment. This woman was beautiful. His subconscious screamed in his head. Too bad for him to have stupidly let go of her six years ago just to gain his father’s validation. A painful pang hit his chest as the thought of another man kissing those plump lips while she moaned his name invaded his mind. He couldn't imagine another man touching her, and if he was to believe her father’s words, she was married, and this said man touches her every day. Fuck the damn marriage. His inner mind barked as he tried schooling
Lucas carried her out and dropped her on the bed, the frown still plastered on his face. His anger was far from being satiated, but he couldn’t risk her falling sick because of him. Her body shivered from the cold, and she tightened her grip on the towel, which sent a painful tug to his chest. “Lucas?” Phoebe called, but he ignored her. Instead, he crouched to her level and began to wipe her body with the towel. His thumb brushed her erect nipple once or twice, and he ignored the way his body reacted. By body, he meant his dick which twitched nonstop. But he knew having sex with her in such a foul mood wasn't the right thing to do. “I promise it's nothing,” she continued, her eyes staring deep into his soul. Her tongue darted out of her mouth, and she flicked her lips with it nervously. Biting down on his lips, he stood up to leave, but her hand quickly wrapped his arm as she stood up. He didn't protest, nor did he help her. Standing on her tiptoes, Phoebe planted a kiss on
Bile rose in her throat, and it refused to go away no matter how much she swallowed. Her worst fear had been confirmed. Trevor was back for his son. But why? If she could remember vividly, he had rejected this child. He was aware of this child’s existence for the past five years, but never reached out. Why did he want him all of a sudden? What was he up to? What does he need her baby for? As much as she thought about it, she was unable to come up with any valid reason. Trevor was married and, much to her knowledge, he was happy to be with the woman he didn't feel the need to hide from the world. He had also succeeded his father’s empire….” She paused as a counter thought disrupted her ongoing monologue. Could it be that he needed a successor? A frown marred her face as that was the only reason that made sense, as his empire was all that mattered to him. And come to think of it, she’d never seen him post a child on his social media before. Was it possible that he was childless and s
Once Ivan had left the room, Phoebe blacklisted his number and submitted to her emotions, letting the tears pour down from her face. She wasn't sure why she was crying, but she cried anyway, releasing all of her pain. After she’d cried for a generous amount of time, she fished her phone from the nightstand and searched through her contact list. When she found the number she was looking for, she dialed it. “Hello girl,” Annie’s electronic voice sailed through the speaker, her cheerful tone made her smile for a minute. “Long time, no see,” She added before she broke into a light chuckle. “Girl, what’s wrong?” Annie asked after a minute of getting no response. Phoebe wasn’t the type to stay quiet on a call, and because it’s been over a week since they spoke last, she expected the nosy Tom to begin her interrogations. Phoebe paused for a while as she tried to keep her voice steady and not give hints that she had been crying, knowing that Annie wouldn’t like that. “It’s Trevor, Anni