"It's Friday night," her mother started as usual. "You should be out there enjoying yourself, Tasha Harrison. Not stuck in your home office with a conference paper.”
"I'm not stuck in the office, mom." She protested weakly.“Princess, start allowing yourself to enjoy happiness again.” The older woman said perceptively. “It's been seven years. Give yourself a chance at happiness again.”“Mom,” she dragged in a long breath. “I am trying.”“No, you are not, sweetheart. All you do is work: research, grading of papers, preparing lectures and conference papers.”“But these are the things that give me joy,” she said, meaning it.“No, they shouldn't be the only things that give you joy. You need a man. Forget Blake, he's never going to come back. You have to stop thinking about him.”“Of course, I know he's never coming back,” she stood up from her desk and left the room. “Blake is not on my mind anymore.”“Yes, you still think about him,” her mom insisted. “I am your mother. I see the longing in your eyes every time.”“You are just misinterpreting the looks in my eyes, mother.” She scoffed. “What will I be thinking about him for?”"How is Grant?" Her mother asked. “Grant?” Tasha made a face as if the older woman were there with her. “What has Grant got to do with this conversation, mom?""Grant is a nice young man," Mrs. Harrison said. “You know what he wants by hanging around you all this while?""Hmmm," Tasha snorted and walked into her bedroom. She didn't like where the conversation was heading.“Okay mom,” she said exasperatedly. “I promise I will change. I will improve my social life.”“Are you sure?”“Yes, mom,” she chuckled. “I promise.”“I will surely hold you up to that young lady.”“Yes, mommy, do.”“What day are you going to book my flight for?” Mrs. Harrison changed the topic swiftly in her usual character.She was coming over to stay with her grandson during the time Tasha will be away in Canada.“I haven't booked yet,” she said. “I want to ask you first.”“Since you are leaving on Monday night, why not book it for Sunday?”“Alright, Sunday is okay. I will do it tomorrow.”“That's okay. So I will see you next week.”“Yeah, next week mom.”They soon ended the call, and Tasha went into her bathroom.********“Thank you all for listening,” Tasha said into the microphone the following week at the conference in Canada to end her presentation. The hall erupted into clapping, she smiled at the audience and readjusted the microphone.Tasha's heart swelled with pride. She smiled at the audience one more time and went back to her seat.“That was a very brilliant presentation,” Professor Morgan, who was sitting beside her, beamed at her. “I am so proud of you, Dr. Harrison.”Professor Morgan, now a Professor Emeritus, was one of her lecturers back in Chicago state university during her undergrad days.“Thank you, Prof.” she said to the old man. She was happy when she found out he would be at the conference and that made her put in all her best when she researching for and writing the paper.The last speaker for the day came up, and he spoke for another two hours, just like her. After that they had a question-and-answer period of one hour, then the conference came to a close for the day.“You definitely outdid yourself again,” her former colleague at Cleverwood, now Professor Georgina Connor, said and hugged her as she was making her way out of the conference hall.“Thank you, Prof.” Tasha hugged her back tightly. “It's good to see you again.”“Sure…it's good,” Georgina said when they pulled apart.Someone else called the attention of the Prof, and the two women wandered away in different directions.It was late in the evening by the time Tasha returned to her hotel room. She plopped down on the bed and kicked off her shoes. Checking through her phone, she realized she had missed a call from Grant.She was debating whether or not to call him back when her phone started ringing and it was Grant.“Hey Grant,” she said and sat up on the bed. “Sorry I missed your call earlier.”“Hey, Tasha,” he said in a breathy voice. “Yeah, I just called to ask about your presentation. How did it go?”“It was fine.” Her lips curved into a silent smile. “Thanks for checking up on me.”“You are always welcome, dear,” he replied. “I went to watch Tyson's match today. He played excellently well.”“Oh, that's so kind of you.” It impressed her he did that, knowing how he and Tyson were fond of each other. “I'm sure he was happy you were there.”“Yes, he was,” Grant chuckled. “He's here with me. I'm in your house. Your mom invited me over for dinner.”“It's okay,” she said. She knew what her mother was trying to do. The old woman had seized the opportunity to plant Grant back into Tasha's life. Tasha was so sure her mom would continue to invite him for dinner until she returned home on Friday night. “Can I talk to him?”“Sure, let me give the phone to him.”“Helloo, mom,” Tyson's sweet voice floated into the phone. “I scored two goals today!”“Wow! Fantastic!” Tasha got up to her feet. “Well done, my boy.”“Grant came for my game,” Tyson continued happily. “He's here. We are going to have dinner together.”“Yes, he told me.” Tasha patted the window blinds and looked outside. “Let me leave you to enjoy your time with Grant. Tell grandma I will call her later.”“Okay, mom. Bye.” She disconnected the line.Tasha changed out of her clothes into something simple. She went downstairs for dinner instead of calling for room service.She had just made her orders and returned the menu back to the waiter when someone called her name. “Tasha, Tasha Harrison, is that you?”Tasha felt all the hair on her arms stand on end as she heard the voice. She knew the voice so well. It was the voice of the man that had tormented her mind for the past seven years. She swallowed hard and turned around.“Blake, Blake Carter,” she muttered gently, her heart beating so very fast as her eyes met with his.“Tasha,” he called rather fondly. “It's nice to see youagain. I can't believe this.”“What do you want?” Her posture became rigid. “Blake?”“I am in Canada for business,” he started saying. “And I have been watching you over there while I was having dinner with my clients.” He pointed his finger in the direction where he came from. “I have to come over to verify if it's you or not after they left.”“Excuse me Blake,” she stood up. “I have to go.” “Oh no, please,” he reached out to touch her arm. “Don't go just yet. We need to talk.”“I have nothing to talk to you about! She slapped his hand away. “Stop embarrassing me. People are looking our way already.” “Tasha, please let's talk,” Blake pleaded with her. “No!” she snapped at him and hurried away to the elevator. She jumped in and held her breath until it stopped on her floor and she rushed down the long corridor to her room. She couldn't believe what just happened. Seeing Blake in flesh and blood after seven good years was unbelievable. Her heart clenched as she shut the door, she fell to the ground and started weeping. Seeing Blake in a Canadian restaurant was not
His official phone rang on the coffee table, making him stop and check the screen. “Sorry about that,” he started talking to Stacy again. “I thought it was the call I’m expecting. As I was saying, I hope you still remember Tarrus. He's one of the directors on Capricorn’s board now. You know how indecisive he can be. So I have to meet with them again tomorrow.”“It's okay,” she sighed audibly. “I wish you luck with them.” “Thanks, dear. Let me leave you now.”“Bye, take care of yourself.” She said and disconnected the lineBlake's phone started ringing again. He snatched his phone off the coffee table and swiped across the screen. “Rob, what do you have for me?”It was his private investigator who was calling, and it was six am the following day. “Sir,” Rob started. “I found out that Miss Harrison left the hotel at 4: 47 am this morning and she already flew out of Canada at six am. “Did you find out about where she lives now?” He asked impatiently.“Yes, Berkeley,” Rob answered. “
Blake settled into the car that was taking him back to the house and picked up his phone to talk to Stacy. It was after five already. He couldn't return to New York that day again. One of his business buddies, Mat, had called him up in the afternoon to find out if he was still in town. When he said yes, Mat told him he wanted him to meet someone for a late lunch later in the day. “Hey, dear,” she answered the call. “Hey dear,” she answered. He asked about her well-being and that of Jayce. Stacy was too impatient to talk to him for too long. She said she was getting ready to go out with her friends for drinks. He slumped back on the seat, “okay, okay. I will call you later then.”“Yeah, talk to you later,” she said to end the call, and she dropped the phone on the nightstand. Stacy, who was naked all the white she was talking to her husband, went to her dressing table and applied perfume oil to her pulse points exactly the way her master instructed her to do. She then put on a Gucc
“Blake settled into the car that was taking him back to the house and picked up his phone to talk to Stacy. It was after five already. He couldn't return to New York that day again. One of his business buddies, Mat, had called him up in the afternoon to find out if he was still in town. When he said yes, Mat told him he wanted him to meet someone for a late lunch later in the day. “Hey, dear,” she answered the call. “Hey dear,” she answered. He asked about her well-being and that of Jayce. Stacy was too impatient to talk to him for too long. She said she was getting ready to go out with her friends for drinks. He slumped back on the seat, “okay, okay. I will call you later then.”“Yeah, talk to you later,” she said to end the call, and she dropped the phone on the nightstand. Stacy, who was naked all the white she was talking to her husband, went to her dressing table and applied perfume oil to her pulse points exactly the way her master instructed her to do. She then put on a Guc
Phoebe arrived half an hour later with four different brands of pregnancy kits. All four of them confirmed Tasha was pregnant.Tasha had fought the urge to call Blake and tell him over the phone throughout the night. She wanted to go to his house this morning and look into his eyes when breaking the news to him. She rubbed her belly slightly through her dress before she slotted the sticks into her purse and let herself out of her apartment. Her heart fluttered in her chest with her love for Blake as she stopped her SUV in front of his apartment building about forty minutes later. She got out of the car and took the elevator to his apartment floor. Tasha stopped still when she opened his front door and found his living room in disarray. Storage boxes littered the floor, it was apparent Blake was moving out.“What is going on here?” She asked, walking further into the room. Sam, Blake's best friend stood up to his height from the picture frames he was stacking in a box.Just then, Bl
Blake stood up from behind his desk in his home office, he just returned home from Canada a few hours ago. But he had to do some quick paperwork and have a short meeting with his father and father-in-law He put off the light and walked out to go meet his wife upstairs.She was in their private living room sprawled on the giant circular movie sofa reading on her kindle device. “Hey,” he whispered and walked up to her. She smiled and dropped her device on the coffee table beside the sofa. Her pussy clenched in anticipation. “What took you so long?"“You know our dads.” He crawled up her body. “They wanted me to tell them everything about my meetings in Canada. I have to tell them my wife is waiting for me.” He nuzzled her neck. “I missed you so much.” “Mmmm,” she grabbed his face, kissing him passionately as if her secret lover had n't fucked thoroughly during his absence her. “I missed you too,” she whispered when they broke the kiss. He took over her mouth again, running his tongu
Tasha was in her office on the Friday the week after she returned from Canada, looking for her stapler under stacks of papers and plastic folders on her desk, when there was a knock at the door."Come in," she called out, pulling out the old stapler from under the rubble. It was Ellen Dunlop, one of her colleagues. Ellen just joined the staff seven months ago, and they were fast becoming close, which Tasha loved so much. Her twins; Liam and Lilla were Tyson's age mates, so her boy had added two more playmates. She hadn't gotten the opportunity to have a close friend like Phoebe since she came to Berkeley. “Tasha, hi," Ellen stood at the door. “Are you ready for the meeting?"A circular for an impromptu faculty meeting slated for later in the evening, after everyone would have finished teaching for the day, was just passed in the morning. “I don't understand this late hour meeting,” Tasha grumbled as she stapled some pieces of papers together. “I‘m ready, anyway. Let me just pin t
“You know you promised you will always give me anything I want, remember?” He had a little smile on his face. “I want you to make Grant my daddy.”She tucked a loose hair behind her ear. Tasha smiled and said, “Like I told you, but things are not always straightforward with adults.” She said, not wanting to make any commitments to him. “But you are doing fine without a daddy,” Tasha said, making a funny face at him. “Do you still need one?”“I need a daddy, Mom,” he looked into her eyes, his face clouded over with a shadow of sadness which she hadn't seen before. “Everybody has one. I want a daddy that will play games with me like Liam’s daddy does and our neighbor, Mr. Zack, and his kids.”Tasha took a deep breath. “Mom, I know you can't find my daddy again,” he laid his head on her shoulder. “But you can give me another daddy.”Tasha nodded and wrapped her arms tightly around her son. She had always lied to Tyson that she couldn't find his dad. She told him they had a fight when s