El’s protests fall on deaf ears, I step out of the car and make my way to the door she stepped out from. Someone in that supermarket upset my wife. I need to have a conversation with that fucking someone. The chill air hits first, my hands slide into my pockets for warmth. Haven’t they heard of heaters? I take a tentative step forward, scanning the row of shelves holding groceries and other food items. The inside is smaller than outside, the place is empty except for the lady behind the counter chewing gum like a fool. Turning on my charm, I walk over to her and smile. Her cheeks pink, I fight the urge to roll my eyes as my hands rest on the flat surface. If she was my staff, she would be fired for her lack of professionalism. “Hey,” I say, finger tracing a line on the wooden surface.“Heyyy,” she replies, “what can I do for you today?” Her tone is suggestive, her accent is sim

She is not joking. I wait and wait for El to laugh but she doesn’t. Her words sink into my chest, dragging my heart to my stomach. She returns to work and my lips pull into a line as her head hunches over the sheets strewn across her desk. I think I have been dismissed. That too by my wife. She doesn’t want more kids.El doesn’t notice how I sigh with my whole body or when I bring out my phone to check on our girls. Lydia is with them. I place a hand on the small of her back, loving and hating the feel of her body against mine. We are so close yet so far.I shoot a text to Lydia to let her know we would be home soon. I don’t want to be here anymore but one look at El stops me from standing. She’s too invested in the portraits. It reminds me of Bri’s sketch that used to be in the hall. It’s the only thing I have from her. Something she made for her dad, to gift her dad but never got to do. Uncomfortable with the sil

The DNA result is the same. 99.9% and my heart is threatening to explode. It shouldn’t fucking matter but it does. That 0.1% makes all the difference. I curl against the window, eyes closed as the car glides out of the parking lot.  She must be mine.  She has to be my daughter. We have the same nose, his nose. “Thanks,” I hear myself say to Enzo once the car stops. I am home.  My heart beats in my throat, I jog up the stairs and pause in front of the door. I run a hand over my face and hair to appear cool. I have been away from them all day, the best I can do is look okay for their sake. The door opens before my fist connects with it to reveal the girls dressed in black tuxedos and matching blue bow ties. They don’t appear fazed or excited by my appearance and their expression worries me.   Today is Friday, nothing special about it. Bren steps forward to collect my briefcase, Wyn opens the door wider and flashes me

“Why did you tell them about her?” I ask El. Back in the room, I pop the buttons of my shirt. She wiggles out of her heels and sashays to my front to take over. A few seconds later, my jacket comes off. I reward her with a squeeze of her ass, she returns the favour and pouts. “Why did you tell the girls about Brianna?” She sighs with her whole body. “They were eavesdropping.” She rolls her eyes, pausing on the last button of my shirt. “Again.” I chuckle. “I had to tell them. They understand she’s sick but that’s about it.” Her light tone betrays her annoyance, my hand moves behind her neck and she vibrates against me as my fingers caress her skin. I spin her so her back is to my chest, slowly pulling down her zipper. El sucks in a shaky breath, I cup her breasts and wait, giving her time to process what is about to happen.“I’m glad you did,” I whisper against h

Sophia is waiting for me at the reception with her legs crossed and eyes narrowed. I offer Dina a smile and return the guard’s curt nod. A blonde brow raises when I stop in front of Sophia with a commercial worthy smile glued to my lips. Will El be mad at either of us if she finds out Sophia is the appointment?I don’t think too much about it as we start for my office without exchanging pleasantries. Sophia elbows me in the ribs once we are safe in the elevator. Mischief settles in her eyes. I sneer. “Someone is happy.”“I am.” Curiosity takes over her face, I settle for saying, “I’m moving back to the mansion.”And I am finally getting to tap that ass. Man, I am walking on sunshine. I lower the briefcase to the floor and rotate my shoulders to ease the stiffness. Three more floors to my office. She shoots me a furtive glance, a shaky smile takes over her lips before her