In the last 24 hours, I had received one surprise on top of the other. And while a few of them were a little extreme, I loved every single one, and more importantly, I loved how much closer it brought me to Lucas.
This was no different.
I closed my eyes, tightening my arms around Lucas's neck as he walked through the curtain of water cascading down in heavy beats. When I opened them, we were in a small, curved space. The rocky walls were rough-hewn and there was a different kind of coolness to it. After a few seconds of roaming my eyes around in both amazement and wonder, I got a hint. Tilting my head I gave Lucas a small but loving smile, "A cave?"In a gentle motion, he placed me back on my feet, his arms still wrapped around me and making me lean in
Lucas's side of the bed was empty when I woke up. The water had risen significantly when we returned from the waterfall and as magical as it seemed, it would be suicide to attempt to sleep on the beach tonight. I bit back a yawn, stretching as I adjusted my eyes to the darkness.My muscles ached deliciously, my body remembering all the ways Lucas had taken me after we returned from our adventurous day. It was all marathon sex, followed by lunch, then swimming, and repeat.Wrapping the duvet around my clothless body, I threw my legs over the bed and paddled my way through the small cottage in search of Lucas. A glowing fire outside caught my attention, informing me just where he was as I stood out at the porch.I found him sitting on the white sand, some meters away from the fire. Taking a few tentative steps from behind him, I lingered on a tree, drinking in the sight of him. The shape of his strong muscled figure was carved out in the darkness lit by the fire, leaving only a vague pi
Gone were the charming smiles, playful kisses, and easiness. As the plane touched ground with the runway my nerves spiked up, nearly shooting through me. Lucas was just as uneasy but he was doing a better job than me. By the time we arrived at the estate, I had already imagined all the worst-case scenarios possible. It didn't help that no one was picking up the phone. So yes, I was going crazy. I followed Lucas's lead as he burst past the large french doors, expecting to see anything except Robin waiting in the lobby for us. "Where are they?" Lucas asked, not bothering to go through any pleasantries with his brother. "Mia took them out," Robin explained, looking just as jittery, "there's a fare in town today." "And you let them go?" It was the first time Lucas had been anything close to pissed since we left the island. I placed a hand on his shoulder, rubbing gently. "I'm sorry I didn't know it was in my place to tell them that your psycho ex-wife was on the loose again." "Robin
"Girl relax," Celine's calm and soothing voice speaking through the phone made me feel anything but calm. I refreshed the period tracker app on my phone for the hundredth time in the last few hours. "How could I have been so forgetful." I cried, ignoring my best friend's voice, "two months, C. Two damn months." "Christine..." "What am I supposed to do now? Oh God, Oh God, Oh God." "Christine Elizabeth Channing!" Celine's stern voice boomed through the phone. No longer soothing, but clearly pissed this time. "What? My name is not Elizabeth." I reminded her, "that's your name." "I know," she giggled, actually fucking giggled, "but it sounded good like that and it got your attention. Now back to the topic at hand, would you fucking relax?" "How the hell am I supposed to do that? I should have listened to you, I can't believe I'm pregnant!" I whispered the last part harshly, knowing Lucas could walk in at any moment. "Or there could be another reasonable explanation to it," she sai
It was our last day here, and one full of activities. The day before had been an endless cycle of trying to recall the last time I had taken the pill, realizing I was too far lost to keep track, refreshing my period tracker app the hundredth time, throwing up everything that had made it past my throat only to crave more food, or would I rather say candy. At some point, I had felt the kick of cramps in my lower abdomen and after rushing to the bathroom and sitting on the toilet seat for minutes, there was nothing, not even a drop of blood. Add that to the frustrating mix of horniness, thankfully Lucas could match my uncanny wave of desires. I was relieved to know that we would be out of here first thing in the morning after Zoey's birthday. I just had to make it one more day. I had gone to bed the previous night, convincing myself that this was something else, a bug, the flu, or maybe an ulcer. I just had to sleep it off and I would be fine by morning. At least that was what I told Lu
With everyone occupied by one thing or the other, sneaking out of the house was not so hard. And as for bypassing security, well a tenny tiny lie for a good cause never hurt anyone. Right? I knew there would be consequences for this action. God, I was actually sneaking out, like a 16-year-old. But maybe the results of this might just deflate Lucas's fury when he did find out. Between being on the brink of going crazy and the undue attention that would result from having an escort come with me, I had a good feeling I was doing the right thing. 15 minutes later, I was pulling up in the parking lot. I considered going to a drug store, but with very limited time and the option of trying to find a pharmacy in a foreign country, I decided to stick with a superstore. I checked my phone screen as I hunted the aisle for kids' party essentials. No call or text from anyone, meaning no one had noticed I was gone yet. That was good for me. The quicker I got back the better. After buying the Can
Lucas Metal scrapping. Glass shattering. A heart-wrenching scream In those three simple steps, my entire world came to a grinding halt. Time seized, breathing stopped, and the only thing evident in my brain was the sickening crunch echoing through the phone. Then painful, gut-knocking, heart-gripping silence. My knees buckled, and I faltered a step back as the line disconnected. "Chris!" her name broke free from my lips, a plea, a prayer that this was not really happening. This could not be happening. Yes, it is and it's all your fault. I had been too engrossed in tackling issues back in Diego to keep an eye on my family. To keep an eye on Chris. I felt the blood drain from my body when I came down five minutes ago to the news that no one had seen Chris—oh except the gaurd that had let her leave despite my instructions. I already fired the bastard. "What's going on?" Someone asked, snapping me from the horror of my thoughts. I had almost forgotten I was not the only one worr
The wait was killing. So much so, that I paced the hospital room where we waited enough to drill a hole through the floor."Lucas, worrying is not going to do anything for you right now," Mia pointed out, from where she sat next to the window. She had arrived, apologetic and tear-filled a few hours ago, and knowing the real reason Chris had to leave, it was easier to let my anger with my sister and sister-in-law slide. I could not even do this without them anyways. My family was the only people I could show my real emotions to and right now, I felt dreadful. Every 'what if' in the book had gone through my mind, been refined, declined, and revisited. Thankfully, Lilian was kind enough to stay with the kids back at the villa, the last thing I needed was to have my kids within these hospital walls now.That woul
I woke up with a jolt, breath coming down in heaving pants and my body nearly trembling. I could faintly register the warmth of something in my palm, small, delicate, smooth. Shaking my head I adjusted my eyes to the lighting in the room, taking a moment to regain composure, to remember that it was just a nightmare and I was still here sitting next to Chris in her hospital room—the same spot I had occupied in the last 12 days—and that the fullness in my palm was from where my hand held on to hers.It was a nightmare, just a dream, yet it felt like anything but so. Too real, maybe because that nightmare was a mirror of what my life was right now. It had nearly been two weeks and while her vitals were looking okay, Chris had still not shown any sign of waking up anytime soon, neither the cops nor my men had ground on where Sarah was, and my life was