Lila. I looked at him, his eyes were still on me, his expression blank. It was so hard to read or even get an idea on what he was thinking.My mind was divided, a part of me wanted to tell him the truth about how I ended up in this situation, but another part of me wanted to keep it simple and on the surface level. But I needed him to help me, and maybe telling him everything I had been through might help change his mind. I thought to myself, I looked at him one more time, his eyes still on me, and cleared my throat. "Where do I even begin?" I said, honestly wondering. "Start from the beginning." he said in a more sharp tone, he seemed to be getting irritated, I mean I was wasting his time. "It all started on the eve of my wedding day." i started and for once I saw an expression on his face, confusion written all over it. "You have been married before?" he asked, "I almost got married." I said, suddenly feeling shame take over me, "I slept with someone else and he called off t
Jake. She looked a little bit familiar to me, is all that was going on in my head. I had seen her before, I had interacted with her before in some sort of way or form.I had never really looked at her before, Atleast not this much. But something about her was bugging me and I needed to find out why. Why she looked familiar. I got out my phone and immediately sent out a text to my private investigator. "Get me everything you can on my new assistant, Lila Moreno. " I hit send and put my phone back in my pocket before I turned to face her."We should probably ride back together to the hospital since I am your fiancee." I said pressing the elevator buttons.I almost didn't notice, but I caught her looking at her ring finger which was empty. "Well, it's a little hard to believe that I am indeed your fiancee with no ring on my finger don't you think?" she said in the most charming yet sarcastic way ever that I smiled.I liked her sarcasm, it was hard to find a woman who has her own min
Lila. All this still seemed so surreal, I was walking to Jake's car with him. Just this morning I had no way to save my son's life and now I was about to be married to a billionaire. I got into the car, even the car smells nice, I thought to myself. It smelled like vanilla and roses. "Are you okay?" Jake asked, sitting next to me. "Yeah, I am more than okay." I said smiling. I sat quietly next to the most manly man I had ever come across. He was on his phone and for just a few seconds, I took my time to study him, his facial features. He was handsome and I think he knew it too. Our legs were inches away from touching and I was obsessing over it. My whole body acted like a teenage girl when I was this close to Mr billionaire. His sex appeal was insane. He looked up from his phone and looked at me and for a moment our eyes met, he seemed to be aggravated by something “What’s on your mind, Jake?” I asked softly, my voice filled with concern, he seemed to have something botherin
Lila. An hour later we both walked out of the hospital for the surgery date for Kyle. Jake ’s cellphone rang. " Luca.” He paused for a moment. “Yes. Go ahead and put me down for one hundred thousand.” He paused again, and I could hear a man’s excited chatter on the other end. “Not at all. It’s a worthy cause. Thank you. You too.” He ended the call and put his phone back in his suit pocket.“Was that for a charity?” I asked, feeling something soften inside of me., how many charities did he support. He nodded briskly. “A charity that provides financial support for the families of children with special needs. I make frequent donations to them.”“That’s nice of you.” I said genuinely shocked. He stopped walking. “I’m not a nice man, Lila . The sooner you realize that, the easier your life will be for the next twelve months.”“But you donated all that money…” I trailed off.“And it benefits me. It will be a very high profile donation. Philanthropy can be good for business.” He turned
LilaI glared at my bedside clock as the shrill alarm reminded me that it was time to get out of bed. I hadn’t slept at all. I had just twisted around in a tangle of sheets, second guessing everything that had taken place the previous day.I was no romantic, far from it especially after my last encounter. I was a pragmatist right down to my ugly shoes. Marriage, at its heart, was only a business arrangement anyway. The signing of a contract to legally bind two people together, with certain penalties applying should the agreement be broken.But suddenly it seemed so much bigger than just signing a contract. I was actually marrying this man.I swung my legs over the side of my bed and padded over to my closet. 'Wear something feminine, he had said. If only I didn’t need his help so badly I would have told him exactly where he could stick his opinions on my style of dressing. But I wasn’t about to blow this deal by beingstubborn over every small demand. I would save up for the big thing
Jake“Are you ready,” I said, in a tone I wasn’t certain was complimentary. I assessed her slowly, my brown eyes taking a leisurely tour of her sexy body. I was certain I was making her uncomfortable. “Typical female behavior demands that you keep me waiting for at least half an hour.” I joked“I haven’t picked up my copy of The Rules lately, so I must be out of the loop,” She said waspishly.I chose to ignore her biting retort and let my eyes roam over her body again.“Don’t you think it’s a little chilly out for a dress that skimpy?" I asked, accessing her. The dress ended well above her knees, showing off killer legs I had never seen before. She had done a great Job hiding those killer legs under those huge pants she was used to wearing. “Skimpy?” she tugged at the hem, as if trying to add length to it. “It’s perfectly decent. Besides, it’s all I had that was appropriately feminine for you.” she said it sweetly, but I could feel her sarcasm oozing through which was annoying an
Jake. It was one of Manhattan’s trendiest nightspots.A Latin-l fusion restaurant decorated with old world South American art, mingled with the clean, sleek lines of modern design. The hostess led them to his personal table, which was situated by the wall of slanted windows, overlooking the brightly lit city streets. But tonight I didn’t fully appreciate my surroundings.My thoughts were completely occupied with the woman walking next to me. I had thought the makeover would be helpful, but I had no idea that she would be transformed into a supermodel. No, not a supermodel. There was nothing angular or androgynous about her. She was all soft, curvy woman. Her looks weren’t cookie cutter, or trendy. She was classic. Her perfect bone structure gave her the kind of beauty that not even age would diminish.I had thought she had a beautiful face when it wasn’t enhanced with make up, but with the subtle colors playing up her eyes and making them sparkle, making her lips look fuller and mo
Jake The phone had been ringing all morning, all afternoon, all day. How reporters had gotten hold of the extension to access my office line, I didn’t know. Once the phone stopped ringing I would have to interrogate my staff.Granted, I wanted press. That was the point of the arrangement. But I certainly didn’t want the them to have personal access to me. It was my PA’s job to field phone calls, and I paid her handsomely for it.The trip to Tiffany’s had done its job, just as I had planned. The picture of Lila and I entering Tiffany’s together, and exiting holding the telltale robin’s egg blue bags, had spawned a host of articles in every news source from the New York Times to TMZ the latter speculating that it was a Mafia arrangement. My Italian heritage was all I could credit for the creation of that rumor. But then, when did a tabloid need anything silly like facts to come up with a story?That, combined with strategically leaked information about my reservations at La Paz, a tren
LilaThe next morning, the house felt different. Lighter, maybe. Or maybe it was just me, carrying the weight of everything I’d said to Jake the night before. The air between us was still charged, still uncertain, but there was a shift a flicker of hope that hadn’t been there before.He has asked me to let him tell Kyle on his own and use it as a way of them to bond, and I thought he was right so I said yes. But the mama bear in me was scared and anxious, I didn't know how Kyle was going to react and I wanted to atleast be in the vicinity when he told him. Kyle was playing in the living room, his favorite toy trucks scattered across the floor. I watched him for a moment from the kitchen, his little hands moving the trucks around with a focused intensity, making them race over imaginary hills and valleys. His hair was messy from sleep, and his smile just that constant, infectious smile made my chest ache.Jake stepped into the room, his presence looming behind me, but I didn’t turn t
Lila. It was late evening, the house settled into a comfortable quiet. Kyle was asleep, tucked in tight after his usual round of questions and random bedtime stories. Elaine had retreated to her room to rest, and Jake had been quiet for a while, pacing the living room like he had something on his mind.I couldn’t shake the feeling that tonight was the night I was going to come clean. I couldn’t delay it any longer. More people knew and I had this feeling that his mother might say something unknowingly. And I would hate for him to hear the news from her. Jake was sitting on the couch, flipping through his phone, his shoulders tense. I stood at the kitchen counter, my fingers wrapped around the mug of tea I’d made hours ago but hadn’t touched. I didn’t know what I was waiting for anymore. The words had been building up, sitting on the tip of my tongue for so long.Finally, I turned, setting the mug down. His eyes met mine immediately, his expression unreadable. He knew something was
Lila. After my conversation with Nick and Elaine, I was now sure I was ready to tell Jake the truth. But for some reason, it had become tough to catch him this past few days. He was alwyas upto something, sometimes I would wake up and he would be already out the door and other times he came back home so late when everyone was asleep. But today I knew he was home, he had taken his mother for her first chemo appointment back here with her new doctor and he had driven her right back and has been taking care of her since. I liked watching him be selfless and caring, it was a new side of him and It was refreshing to watch. Maybe I could get a few minutes to talk to him, I thought to myself as I slowly closed Kyle's room careful not to wake him up. The house had quieted down, the way it always did after a long day. Kyle was tucked into bed, and the low hum of the street outside was all that remained. Elaine had been settling into the rhythm of the house, adjusting to the noise, the lau
LilaIt had been a few weeks since I saw Nick, and I appreciated that he gave me the space I needed until I was ready to talk to him. Jake had finally given me the okay to be with him without violating my contract and I wanted to start on a clean slate which is why I invited Nick back here tonight. I needed to come clean about one more thing before we could move forward since I was also planning on telling Jake. I looked at the watch again, he was a few minutes late. Normally he is usually in time and him being twenty minutes was a bit worrying but I was not going to focus on that. The sun had started to dip by the time Nick showed up.He didn’t come with flowers or some grand gesture, just that quiet presence of his a steady knock, a soft smile, his eyes always reading the room before he even said hello.I let him in, and he greeted me with a kiss on the cheek and a hug that lingered just long enough to remind me why being around him always felt safe.“Kyle asleep?” he asked as he
Lila. I had my reasons. Why I was yet to tell Jake about his son. The other night when he was talking about his mom he said he never wanted kids of his own, how was I supposed to tell him that it was a little too late he was already a father. So I just didn't say anything and hoped somewhere along I will find the courage to tell him that Kyle was his son. I immediately excused myself from Elaine's presence, I was feeling like the woman was staring into my soul and she knew my secret, even how she kept insisting about her Kyle looked just like Jake when he was around that age. Maybe she knew I mean Kyle did have her DNA running through him. But I needed to get away from her before I confessed. I called one of the nurses we had hired to take care of her to take her to her room.She needed to lie down for a bit. Later that afternoon, the boys were out, Jake had taken Kyle to the park to let him run off some energy. I stayed back with Elaine, who’d dozed off in the armchair for a bi
Lila The morning came earlier than I wanted it to. The sun hadn’t even fully crested the windows yet, but Kyle was already bouncing around the living room with the kind of energy that should be illegal before 8 a.m.I had the cleaners clean and prepare everything for Jake's mom. I always said I was one of those women who don't really care if the in laws love me or not as long as the son that married me loved me. But now that I was prcatically married, I wanted her to like me and my son so bad. I asked Jake earlier before he went to pick her up about everything she liked so it was all ready when she got here. I wondered what she would be like, did she look like Jake? I was still halfway through my coffee when I heard the knock.This one was softer. Measured. But expectant.I opened the door and there she was.Elaine Jake’s mother.Older than I had imagined, more delicate around the eyes, like time had touched her with something heavier than just age. Her auburn hair was now strea
Lila. Jake paused with his hand on the doorknob, glancing back like there was still something left unsaid.“What is it?” I asked a little curious, his whole fave seemed unsettled, something was definitely bothering him. He hesitated. Then, slowly, let go of the knob and turned to face me again.“There’s something else,” he said. “And I didn’t want to just drop it on you, but… there’s not really a perfect time.” He said, with a dramatic pause. I arched a brow. “Jake. You have already hit me with enough tonight that I should probably be pouring a drink right now.”He was starting to scare me now, and also giving me anxiety and I could not handle any more surprises or secrets tonight and definitely not sober. I was too tired. He huffed a quiet laugh. “Fair. Okay my mom… she’s flying in tomorrow.”I blinked. “Here? Like… here here?” I asked panicking, He nodded, sheepish now. “Yeah. I booked the flight this morning. She’s not well enough to live alone right now, and I don’t want to s
Lila. It was nearly midnight when I heard another knock at the door.For a second, I didn’t move. Just stared at the clock, wondering if I was dreaming it.Then it came again three soft, hesitant raps.I sighed, pulled on a hoodie, and tiptoed out of Kyle’s room. He was fast asleep, one hand curled under his cheek like he was mid dream. I shut his door quietly and padded down the hallway.I already knew who it was before I opened the door.Jake stood on the corridor, eyes tired, hands shoved deep into his pockets. He looked like he hadn’t slept. Like maybe he had been driving around for hours, unsure of where else to go.“I’m not here to fight,” he said immediately.I leaned against the doorframe. “You sure? You’ve been on a roll lately.”We had not talked again since he brought up the contract and how I was not supposed to hang out with any other man who was not him. I was too pissed to say anything and to be honest I still was.I went through the contract for more than five times an
Lila. I had just tucked Kyle in for the night when I heard the front door slam.I froze at the sound low, deliberate, full of anger. My heartbeat kicked up. I already knew who it was before I even stepped into the hallway.Jake.He had gone for an ice cream earlier when he found me and Nick together. When he brought back Kyle, I was not home yet, he left him with the house manager. I was kinda hopping he won't be back so early because I knew he was pissed, which is why I had requested to eat dinner earlier and go to bed before he came back home. But today clearly was not my lucky day I had to deal with him, and I knew he was drank too which was not going to help the situation at all. He stood in the living room, chest rising and falling too fast, keys still dangling from his hand. His jaw was clenched so tight it looked like it hurt to speak.“You brought him here,” he finally said. His eyes were blood shot and he leaked of alcohol across the room. "Keep it quiet please, I just p