"Is that today?" Declan sounded oblivious to Olivia's question.She shut her eyes. He always forgets. It seems like he can say one thing and sound like he really meant it, he would even lay out the details about his plan on what they would be doing on the weekend and right on the day ... he just forgets."I don't think I can make it, honey, I'm so sorry." His apology didn't even sound sincere.She nodded, her phone still pressed against her ear. "That's fine." Although it's not."We'll do it next week," Declan was quick with his promises."Sure," she was quick to answer.She has an extra bottle of wine to herself, she thought. For a brief second, she wished she had said 'yes' to Roman's invitation earlier, but it was a crazy idea."Alright, I'll see you later, sweetie ... if you're still up.""I'm just gonna watch something on Netflix ... see you later."She hung up without even saying goodbye. It annoys her when he does that. It made her regret ever believing that he would actually d
David Bowie was playing. She could hear it stepping up the stairs to the second floor. The gallery manager told her Roman was working in his painting room. He never lets anyone up there unless it's very urgent. But he told the manager to let Olivia come up when she arrives.The door was slightly ajar. "Fame" was playing rather loud from the inside. She hesitated for a moment before she pushed the door with her fingers. It slowly opened up to the painting room she never entered before.The whole room was lined with grid windows, it was bright with sunlight. She clutched the folder against her chest as she stepped on the hard wooden floor into the wide interior.Roman was sitting in front of a canvas by one of the windows at the end of the room. A lot of canvases were stacked and leaned against the wall on the floor. Some of them were on easels, some were painted, and some were blank.He was shirtless with his jeans hanging just above his pelvis. His tanned skin was smeared with paint h
There are parts of the city that people from high society never go to. Olivia knows it, and Declan knows that Olivia knows that. And for that exact reason, he chose those places to meet with people he didn't want Olivia ever to know that he meets them.Downtown Lancaster where they have pubs and bars for after-office-hour hangouts is one of those places. It's where he took his mistress for drinks and alone time without worrying he would meet anyone that might recognize him or know his wife. But that was a long time ago, and it didn't help him either, he still got caught.He goes to the same area in the central business district near his office building to meet up with a mysterious man every now and then. Roman learned about this from the private investigator he hired to look for Olivia. After a while, he decided he would go and see it for himself.It's the same man every time. Light-colored hair, medium built, much shorter than Declan because Declan was quite tall. The man looked like
"Ready?" Declan asked before opening the car door.She responded with a simple smile. She wasn't really ready, not mentally anyway. They were invited to a party at Brian Murphy's house which came as a surprise because Roman never mentioned it to her. It was his 28th birthday. But then again, the last time she saw him was at his studio that morning, and she didn't give him the chance to say anything else after she walked away.That was a few days ago, and they didn't have any contact since then. Not even about work. She thought it was better to let it cool off before they see each other again, never expecting that the next time they would meet was at his birthday party.Brian wanted to celebrate it because it's been ten years since he held a party for his youngest son. It was more of welcoming him back to the family rather than celebrating his birthday."Is Elizabeth going to be there?" Olivia asked Brian's ex-wife, Roman's mother.Declan scoffed, "Pfft ... I highly doubt it ... that w
Whenever she goes to a party at a house like the Murphy Mansion, she always finds the time to separate herself from Declan's crowd. The place is so big, she was bound to find an area where no one goes to.That night, it was the second-floor balcony facing the vast garden at the back. She could see the reflection of the glittering moonlight on the pond. The stillness of the night somehow settled the turbulence in her mind.The sound of people laughing at Brian's jokes was faintly heard from where she stood with a glass of champagne in her hand. She'd been taking a glass from every corner of the house where they serve it, chugged it down her throat trying to forget what Declan said about having a triplet, and ... Selma Curtis.She felt the hair on her back stood up, the low-cut dress couldn't protect her from the chill breeze. She rubbed her arms and sighed. She didn't want to go back inside now that the news about the triplet had become the party's main discussion or more like the part
He noticed his wife had been quiet throughout the party. She even went missing for a while, even though it's not something new. She has a habit of staying away from the crowd to recharge. She never liked the social setting, not with 'his people' anyways. She feels like she had to transform into someone else when she was among them and it's tiring.He slipped his hand to reach hers in the backseat of their car. She pulled away. That's how he knew her quietness was caused by something he did."What's the matter? You haven't said a word since we left the party."She was looking out the window with one hand on her chin. She shook her head and made a gesture that she didn't want Travis to listen to their conversation.Declan pressed a button and the divider slowly rolled up. But she kept silent."Do you want to talk about it?""I don't know ... do you? You seemed so sure about your plan to have triplets, you didn't even bother to let me in on that plan.""Oh ... that?" he laughed lightly,
Medications, consultations, tests, needles, tubes, transvaginal ultrasounds. She covered her eyes with both hands, she can smell the doctor's office in her mind as she read the procedures she had to go through for an In Vitro Fertilization (IVF) treatment. While Declan only had to jerk off his semen the morning of the egg retrieval. She spent her whole working day researching the topic, looking at other couple's success stories, failed attempts, pros, and cons. She let out a long sigh. Her day's work is stacked on one side of her desk, and more is coming for the next day. She won't be done with them if she stayed up all night in her office until morning comes, and she still hasn't got the answer to her question. Does she want to do the procedure? Once she's on that train, she will have to succeed. Otherwise, it will only be a lot of money, time, effort, and energy she didn't want to waste. It's not a sure thing, the treatment can fail, and then it will have to be repeated, and again
Even though he was determined that they're not friends, nor will they ever be, they make the best of companions. They have the same interest, work in related fields, have a lot of things in common, and were interested in each other enough to listen to what the other has to say. Roman likes to make her laugh, and she loves to laugh. The days following Declan's departure for his business trip, Olivia spends with Roman. Working, primarily, but being with each other became a comfortable regularity. He walked her to her building every morning after buying coffee, they have lunch together every day, and they go out for client surveys together. And it didn't go unnoticed by their employees how their professional partnership had blossomed into the closest of friendships. But there's a deep amorous desire lurking underneath it. The restraint from taking their relationship further was merely because Olivia managed to withstand her urges more than Roman even tried. She ignores his flirtatious