Jane was indeed walking on eggshells. She couldn’t bring herself to talk to Daniel about ‘them’. Wait, was there even a ‘them’? Jane wasn’t sure anymore, especially not after listening to Wayne’s parting words. And to think people said women were complicated. She couldn’t wrap her mind around Daniel Winters at all. One moment he was all over her body and telling her he loved her and the next moment he was kissing his ex wife. And not to mention the surprise hug in the lift. What was that for? To feel her boobs and ass? She wrinkled her nose and took a deep breath before forcing the door to the master bedroom open. And sure enough the man’s mood had shifted yet again. That guy had more mood swings than a women with menses. Daniel Winters stood over the bed naked waist up with hands yanking the roots of his hair. The muscles on his body rippled as he tore through the bed, flinging jewels and diamonds aside all the while flooding the room with feral blasphemy. “

The doorbell rang and Jane hurried over to the private elevator of the penthouse juggling little Timmy and a baby bottle in one hand and a diaper in the other. A quick check through the security camera told her that Wayne had arrived and she let him in. “Wayne, you’re early!” She dragged her eyes up and down his attire, feeling her jaw drop a little. “And….you’re wearing a tuxedo…” Her words trailed off as she took in the sight of him. Wayne stood in front of her looking every inch of a prince in a black and white tux, carrying a bouquet of lilies in one hand and a mini luggage bag in the other. She looked down at her simple garb of plain white tee with Timmy’s spit and ripped jeans coated with milk stains before her head fell back in laughter. Little Timmy found his mother’s laughter infectious and joined her with gurgles of his own. “I thought we were going to Mike’s diner,” she flashed a sheepish smile. “I made reservations at The Hilton.”

The grand penthouse was empty; void of Jane’s smiles and Timmy’s laughter. In fact, the place felt alien without their presence, it was like the harsh plains of the desert sands where nothing save for stark emptiness thrived. Daniel kicked off his leather shoes as soon as he stepped out of the elevator and stormed to Timmy’s room, not entirely sure what he was looking for. Something to prove Jane’s innocence perhaps? All around him the lights of the penthouse automatically turned on. Roxanne hummed as she followed a frantic Daniel into the baby’s room, nodding her head in approval when she saw the makeover. “Hmm…like what you’ve done with the place. Remember we used to do it against the wall? I’d be taking your cock into my mouth and –” “Shut up.” Daniel flipped off Timmy’s baby blue blanket, searched under the cot and rummaged through a wardrobe full of rompers and baby suits but found nothing. Nada. He had called the auction manager earlier on the drive bac

No one could sleep that night either. Daniel lay curled up in a fetal position on the floor of Timmy’s room after he kicked Roxanne out of his house. She had pouted, wiggled and jiggled her ample assets at him but one look from him was all it took to have her scampering off like a little mouse.Not far away, Jane tossed and turned in the great white bed of Wayne’s townhouse, looking out of the open window and counting the twinkling stars in the cloudless night sky. All she could think of was the hatred that filled Daniel’s eyes. Why was she grieving over a man who literally left her with scars? Was she so desperate for love that she had welcomed any imitation of it? Even the ones that came in the form of Daniel Winters? Jane did not know, she did not want to know. Wayne should have gone home, but he did not. Instead, he stayed in the seat of his car, gripping onto his steering wheel so hard his knuckles turned white and he stared longingly at th

Wayne was not entirely happy that Jane wanted to move out from his place, but she had made up her mind and there was no talking her out of it. So here she was, viewing a potential unit for rent in the middle of the day. Jane turned around, taking in with a glance of the sparse but tidy SoHo unit with a window that opened to the back of a twin apartment block. Basically, it was a room without a view but the rental was ridiculously cheap and the apartment was just a stone’s throw away from Wayne’s new office. Okay, so maybe it wasn’t exactly a stone’s throw away; in reality, it was more like fifty throws away but still this place was better than nothing. Plus Mike the office boy lived just a few floors up so at least she would have an acquaintance here.“As I was saying, Logan was kind enough to introduce me to this place last week and I’m telling you, Mrs Winters, you won’t be able to find a cheaper place than this,” Mike rambled