Mason had successfully had Louisa on the receiver, after several attempts on calling, to give her a rendezvous which she had undoubtedly declined so, he took it upon himself to go to her and confront her properly, with prove this time around. He had been careful with the alibi required: a straw Gianna had used to ingest her orange juice. Luckily, he met with Louisa on her way to work as elegantly dressed as always. He could never ignore the somersaults his heart engaged itself to whenever he set eyes on her. The old feeling hadn't faltered a bit. At that point in time, he only wished for his plans to work that is, if truly a way to a mother's heart was through her children. Not that he was deliberately going to use his daughter but only hoped and prayed his closeness to her could ignite a lost fire. "You again?" She refrained from delving into her purse. Louisa looked back for a bit readying her stance in case the man standing in front of her came for her dau

"I need your help," Louisa sounded devasted and desperate to her ears more than she thought she did to the receiver's ears. She hadn't a wink of sleep the previous night because every time her eyelids shut for a fraction of a second, the images of Mason behind bars choked her. All she was left to think of was getting him out and his tender and heartwarming words. "Goodness! How urgent is this for you to call at... four in the morn?" Lauren's sleep-charmed voice managed to say. "It's a friend of mine. He's in custody," her throat battered as her words flowed in parts, "he needs a lawyer but won't get one. So I need you to help him." She heard Lauren's sheets ruffle on the other side and a feminine purr that no doubt belonged to Georgina. He exhaled and said, "I'll be at your place before seven, ok? I need to complete my sleep cycle. Had a rough day yesterday." "Okay." Louisa was seated at the kitchen island seeping on her second cup of

Three steps into her office and Louisa sighted Adrian seated on the small settee at the right corner of her office. She continued her journey to her chair and only until she was seated did she speak since all her guest did was stare at her intently."How are you doing?" She said, specifically referring to his still plastered nose since his eyes had considerably regained their once upon a time tint and from its once swollen state."Good," he monotonously replied.And then, reigned a moment of silence.As uncomfortable as the silence was, Louisa broke it with, "So, what do I owe this visit?"Adrian rose to ample height and directed himself to the opposite side of her where he nonchalantly pocketed his hands. "I left the UK with several things in mind but only one was a priority." He paused."When I left New York I realized something and immediately regretted ever evacuating. If I dwelled there during all those times, it's because I thought I w

"I wanted to tell you about so many things," she looked at him in the eyes, "my pregnancy and..." She trailed. It wasn't as easy as she thought to spill over the fact that she was an explanation of adultery. "and how we could make us work, plans for the baby, and stuff like that." "I'm sorry. I'm so sorry I didn't give you a listening ear and I promise to do so henceforth, I swear, Lou." He overflowed sincerity. She said nothing but looked away. A cool gust of evening wind blew past her, inducing strands of red hair to slide across her face and a slight shudder. "Let me take you home," Mason noticed. Louisa didn't negate. On their way to the car, he plucked off his suit jacket and warmed her up with it instantly feeling envious for the fabric. "Thank you." Their smooth journey came to an end when Mason walked her in front of her door where she thanked him again and reminded him that he didn't have to bother seeing her through thus far. "I'm not complaining. Besides, I want to ma

It's been three days since his last verbal encounter with Louisa. He occasionally saw her when she came to pick Gianna up but wouldn't say a word, not because he hadn't something to say but because he thought it would be wise to give her space. Give them space. She clearly needed it but he didn't. He had had enough over the years. He'd escorted his mum back home from the supermarket after spending little time with his daughter and waving her goodbye. "What's up with your baby mama? She looks bitter these days or is that her real self?" Ruth said as she pulled out some bread. "She isn't usually so," his stare fixed on nothing in particular, "someone inflicted it. A really bad person turned her into what she is today and only that person can stitch her back to normal." "Oh, gracious!" She paused from what she was doing, "who could be this bad? Because one thing's for sure about you men is your self-esteem and egoism. You see, most of you revolve your world around women, use one after