Time ticked between them and for a few minutes, Phoebe’s breath seized, her heart tightening and sending unbearable pain down her spine. Her weight suddenly felt too heavy for her legs to carry but somehow, she managed to face him, forcing a smile on her face. “Hey sweetie. You should be in bed by now,” She said, tucking a strand of her hair in place as she approached him. Ivan remained rooted in his position, his gaze fixed intently at Lucas while a frown marred his features. His eyes flicked to her, a lone tear gliding down his cheeks.Lucas sighed, running a hand through his now tousled hair as he approached the toddler but then, Ivan moved away, his hand grasping thin air instead. “Why were you shouting at my Mommy,” he asked a second time, glaring at Lucas. Tears brewed within him as his voice became unsteady, sounding both cracked and firm_protective. Her eyes met with Lucas and for a long time, neither of them said a word. Releasing a sigh, he crouched down in front of the
Phoebe squinted her eyes as she walked towards him and slowly, a smile formed on her lips as recognition hit her. “Wait…you’re the guy from the store. My fan who….” “Bumped into you and almost un_alived you,” Liam interrupted, smiling awkwardly. “Yeah, that guy.” She laughed, her eyes darting towards the car to see there was no real damage, just a scratch. But then, a small crease tainted her features. “Just like I almost did now.” “We’ll both live. It’s nothing serious. “Looks like your car loves mine so much,” he added, laughing at his own jokes as he pushed his hair away from his face. She chuckled. A minute passed between them as Phoebe took in his appearance. His hair, unlike the last time she saw him was tousled like he’d ran a hand through it countless times, giving off a causal vibe. He was also dressed in a plain white T shirt and tailored black slacks. Does he know about the picture? She wondered as she parted her lips, wanting to ask but no words came out. On sec
The door opened before his hands could reach it, revealing Stella, the maid who his mother had sent to drug Phoebe. She wore her usual navy blue uniform, her blonde hair pulled back into a tight bun. As soon as her eyes landed on him, they lit up with recognition and something close to guilt. “Mr. Lucas_”Lucas brushed past her without saying any word. He felt her eyes drill holes in his back but he kept on walking, the hallway quieter than he could remember. The echos of his step filled the hall like a voice too loud in a cave. The parlour door was open and his eyes caught his mother’s figure seated on her favorite one sitter, a book open in her lap, but she wasn’t reading it. Her blue orbs had already locked his. “Lucas,” She called, her eyes sparkling with an emotion he couldn’t explain. “Mom.”For a minute or two, none of them spoke as the sounds of maids working in the kitchen broke the silence. Lucas exhaled a breath as he walked slowly across the room, stopping by the fram
Phoebe lay on the bed, her long brown hair scattering over the pillow as little snores erupted from her lips. Beside her was Lucas, seated at the edge of the bed, his hands pressed together and his eyes glued to their golden bedroom door. A scowl marred his face as It'd been five days since their dinner and Ivan had refused to talk to him. He'd tried everything_New toys, ice cream for dinner, endless bedtime stories, all in an attempt to pacify him but it had all proven abortive. Unlike the way the toddler would bombard him with questions and other rubbish about his day, he’d become too quiet, hardly leaving his room no matter what he did.“What had changed?” Lucas murmured, his heart knotting in pain. He’d told Phoebe about it and they had tried everything to get answers from the toddler but he would say anything but would just remain calm. Lucas stood and walked to the window. He pulled out his phone and dialled a number. The line rang for a minute and then it was forwarded to vo
The rays of the sun assaulted his eyes, causing Trevor to squint them, turning to his side. A small sigh escaped his lips as he stretched his limbs on the bed before shooting up to a sitting posture. Picking his phone that lay beside him, he replied most of the emails his assistant sent him the previous day before he proceeded to the bathroom to begin his morning routine. Walking down the stairs, his nostrils picked up the scent of freshly brewed coffee and his legs pulled him towards the kitchen to see Indigo dressed in her usual hijab, her back facing him while she stirred something on the fire. His eyes travelled down her beaded dress, stopping for a minute at the thin cloth that acted as a belt around her waist region. Without warning, she turned, a gasp tearing from her lips as she grasped her chest, shutting her eyes slightly. “Oh my….Good morning, Sir,” She stuttered. “I didn't see you there.”“That's because I'm just arriving.”Trevor cleared his throat awkwardly as he wal
Lucas’ gaze fixed intently on Phoebe as she stared out of the Limo’s window into the darkness. Her hair fell down her shoulders, stopping a few inches away from the strapless blue bodycon gown he’d gotten her for the evening. All through the dinner, he had been restless. His brain had gone foggy, feeding him with images of her fair luscious ass porking out from his T-shirt from the night before. He’d wished more than a hundred times to have her for food instead and when he couldn't take the torture anymore, he had suggested they left home early. “You’re staring again,” Phoebe murmurred, not looking at him. A strand of her hair fell on her face but before he could reach lift his finger, she tugged it back into place. Nursing his loss, he rested back on the plush chair. “Hmm,” A smile graced his features as he took a sip from the wine. “Yes, because you look beautiful. Just like our wedding night.”Her eyes flicked to him, amusement lingering within her orbs.“You’ve said this a hu