Emily POV ‘Settled down’. That’s one phrase I never thought would feature in my vocabulary. I like the thought of it. I’ve settled into a type of domesticated bliss since Liam returned from hospital. It’s something new and exciting to me. Who would have thought I’d be packing school lunches and doing school drop-offs? Maybe I should get myself a minivan so I can join the soccer mom’s club. I’ve even gone as far as drawing up a schedule for Jacob and me on whose week it is to do the school drop-offs. This week just happens to be my turn. After dropping Liam off at school, I’m in the kitchen clearing up while Jacob is upstairs in his study. He’s decided to take the day off so the two of us can spend some alone time together, but first he needs to sort a few things out. With the January sun out, I figured we’d pack a picnic lunch and end it with a nap under the willow tree before I rush off to pick up Liam. The concierge calls from the lobby, “There’s a Miss Van Halt here to see Mr
Emily POV I never really grasped the true meaning of happiness. During my childhood, it would be just a glimmer, and then it would disappear just as quickly as it came. And, if I’m being honest with myself, I didn’t think I deserved it. Having Liam and Jacob in my life has changed my perception on many things. For me, happiness is no longer fleeting. It’s a state of reflective bliss every time my son gives me a hug and says he loves me, or when I smell the ocean, or when Jacob takes me in his arms. It feels like the ice around my heart has melted. It’s been replaced with a warmth of unending love. Finally, I can live my life. After the confrontation with Nancy, Jacob’s been more affectionate towards me. He doesn’t need to tell me that he overheard our heated argument. I already know by the way he holds me when he kisses me goodnight, or the way he gently touches my hand when I walk past him. This weekend, he’s decided to take me to Collin Estate to meet his dad. At first, I relen
Jacob POV Every story has a beginning and an end. But what about in between? The invisible seams that connect the dots from A to Z? I never knew my mother’s story, only picking up little morsels here and there, trying to find the breadcrumbs back to the start like Hansel and Gretal. As my father marches ahead of me and into his bedroom, I can’t summon any memory of her because I don’t have any. Taking an old picture album from his bedside table, he calls me to join him at the foot of the bed. The setting sun casts lonesome shadows across the room, giving the illusion of ghostly apparitions dancing in the twilight. “Son, I’ve been meaning to show this to you for a long time, but the opportunity never presented itself,” he says, and he hands me a perfectly preserved, leather-bound album engraved with ‘CB & MB.’ Inside is a series of photos of my father and mother when they were much younger, him handsome and carefree, her displaying an ethereal beauty only intensified by her allur
Mason POV Six months is a record for me. If this was me in another life, two months tops and I would have been planning my exit. I always know that a woman has overstayed her welcome when she starts posting pictures of us with captions like, “Me and my bae having the time of our lives. #truelove #theone.” Olivia is different. She’s like a slippery eel that keeps on trying to wriggle her way out. At first, I thought it was the excitement of the chase and keeping us a secret, but now I think it’s something much deeper. When she’s not with me, I find myself counting down the hours until I see her again. And when we’re together, just breathing her in is intoxicating… I can’t get enough of it. She’s like a cock tease, except she pretty much puts out whenever I want, and that’s basically when she wants it as well. Last week, she dragged me to watch a punk band perform. I thought I’d hate it, but surprisingly, I didn’t. She makes me want to do things with her just to see her happy. I know
Emily POV It takes me a second to realize where I am when I feel Jacob’s warm lips kissing my shoulder. The birds are already chirping their morning chorus, and there’s not a cloud in the sky. “Someone’s in a good mood,” I smile. “I have every reason to be,” he says and starts caressing my breasts. I can feel them tingling from his touch, and I nuzzle closer to him. “Mmmmmm,” escapes from his lips. “Are you thinking what I’m thinking?” he asks while pulling down the strap of my satin slip. “It depends, what are you thinking?” I smile and trace my finger around his left bicep. “I’m thinking this,” he says and disappears under the covers. His head is now between my legs, and I open them wider while laying on my back, giving him carte blanche. He makes himself comfortable and pulls my panties down to my ankles. I’ve never had morning sex. I read somewhere that it’s the best because your senses are heightened. Well, there’s only one way to find out, and I relax against the touch of
Emily POV I always used to believe life was a series of coincidences, but a series of them could never have led me to Liam and Jacob. I started questioning this the morning after my dream about Liam, after the quote my eye just happened to fall on in his most treasured book. A little girl whom I’ve never met before embraces me like someone she knows and cherishes, and my reaction is to do the same. Another coincidence? While Liam’s new friend Clarisse is holding onto me for dear life, a tall man wearing a baseball cap with a square set jaw walks over to us. He looks embarrassed. “Clarisse, why are you bothering this woman?” he asks and takes her hand. She must be his daughter. “No, that’s fine. Liam was just introducing us to his new friend,” I say by way of introduction. “Pleased to meet you, Clarisse.” Clarisse, who was a brazen kid a second ago, goes quiet and shy. “Sorry, I thought you were my aunt,” she explains. “You look just like her.” When I finally get a proper look a
Jacob POV Emily doesn’t know much about my past, and I’d prefer to keep it that way. It’s not because I have skeletons in my closet, I just want to start things off with her on a clean slate. Now, with Thaddeus coming back into the picture, that’s going to prove difficult. The two of us had been close once upon a time, but words were said and fragile egos were hurt. I can’t exactly remember what our falling out was about, but I have the feeling it had something to do with Nancy. Thaddeus didn’t like her, and I don’t blame him. But the disrespect he showed towards her was the last straw. He wore his disapproval of her like a mink coat, only to be taken out on special occasions. In his case, it was whenever Nancy was around. She wasn’t a fan of his either, always telling me that I should make other friends. And by that, she meant no friends. I think she preferred me to be a lone agent, only to make an appearance when called upon. If Thaddeus remembers anything about our last confron
Emily POV I can’t pinpoint the exact moment in my life when I realized things are not always what they seem. Maybe it was a few years back, maybe it’s even now while I’m sitting at a table with Jacob and a stranger I feel an odd affinity towards. I met Thaddeus less than three hours ago, and I get the distinct feeling that he and Jacob are hiding a secret so big that if anyone were to find out, it could change everything. Call it intuition. His fascination with me has now started to make me feel uncomfortable. And yet, I am determined to get to the bottom of this. I am intrigued by their mutual past and must know more. When Jacob told me earlier they had unresolved tension, I preferred not to know. Now, I’ve changed my mind. It’s not like I can interrupt their bromance and say, “Ooh, what happened between the two of you?” What’s more important to me is, what exactly happened to Jocasta? And why are they being so cagey about it? Before I lose the courage, I go in, balls to the wa