Silently, Genevieve looked up at Noah, who was so close to her she could feel his warm breath on her skin and the sound of his heart beating wildly in his chest, but she could also sense the fear in his eyes.There was something about the sincerity in his tone that had her heart racing as well, and as a momentary distraction, she pressed her finger underneath his lip where the cut was and tiptoed to plant a kiss there.Her soft lips touched the corner of his mouth, lingering a little longer before pulling back, and she said softly, “We don't mean nothing to me anymore, Jack. I'm tired of running away from things, and the most important thing right now is to take care of myself and keep Leo safe. But if you are going to hurt me... us, tell me now so I can run far away from here as fast as possible.”Those words knocked Noah back to his senses, knowing that he had put himself in a spot where the truth had to be delayed not to hurt her or Leo, and Noah sighed, pulling back, taking a step

Calmly, Noah walked over to the chair and sat down, facing his father man to man, and then said, “When I was little, if you would have witnessed a man senselessly raise his hand to hit me, what would you do?” Noah asked as his father raised one eyebrow, confused and astonished by the sudden subject change. “What does that have to do with anything?!” Mr. Stark retorted.“Answer the question, father.” “Well, he would have to answer to me, of course! I would have beaten the living shit out of him!” Silent followed those words for a while as Noah waited for his answer to sink in, and then he asked, “And if another man was to force himself on mother.”Immediately, Mr. Stark slapped the desk, looking violated in every way possible, and lashed out, “What are these questions about?” “Please, tell me how you would handle such a hindrance crime.” Noah calmly spoke, ignoring his father's outburst.The two stared at each other for the longest and then Mr. Stark sighed, frustrated with the que

Smiling at the faces around the table, Genevieve set a plate of pancakes on the dining table and then pulled out a chair, sitting between Noah and Leo.It had been one month since she had gotten laid off from the Drunk In Manhattan project, and since then, she had been trying to adjust to her new life as a stay-at-home Wife and mother, and so far, she liked it, even though a part of her was still grieving her dead dreams.“Thanks, Mommy!” Leo said, beaming at her.Her hands reached for his hair, and Genevieve couldn't stop the smile that tugged at her lips when he leaned into her touch as she raffled his already messy curls with her fingers. “Be good at school today, okay?”“I am always a good boy,” Leo said solemnly, looking up at her through dark lashes. Everyone laughed at his cute remark, and Leo's smile reached his eyes, a big, innocent grin that melted their hearts.“Okay, eat before you give us a heart attack with your cuteness.” Genevieve uttered with a laugh, squeezing his sh

Pouting as she reached down the stairs, Genevieve noticed Rhodes staring at her, and she didn't want him to get concerned and ask, so she smiled at him and said, “I am leaving for a while.”“I will drop you then,” Rhodes offered, grabbing his coat off the couch.“No, it's fine, father. I will just-”“Please don't refuse this old man's pleadings. I am coming, okay?”Seeing it in his eyes that he wasn't going to accept ‘No,’ for an answer, Genevieve nodded and said, “Okay. Thank you.”The two then left the house together, and watching from the window, Noah stared at the car driveway, feeling a dull ache in his chest when his hurt voice rang in her mind, “Fine! If you don't want to go along with me, that's fine! You can stay here doing nothing!”And then he let the curtain slide from his hand and mumbled, “How should I make it up to you?” ******As Glenn and her mother walked into the penthouse, Mrs. Stark was surprised that the mother and daughter had shown up at their home unannounced

Staring at the enormous wooden door before him, Hunter stared at it with hesitant fear, and then he looked at the magazine in his hand. After a second's contemplation, he lifted his arm to knock, but as soon as his fist hovered over the wood, something stopped him, and he lowered his hand back down. A feeling of unease crept over him, and he was about to turn around and walk away when suddenly, the door opened, and a very tall man emerged from inside. “Boss,” Hunter greeted respectfully, bowing slightly toward him. “What do you have there?” The man asked, raising an eyebrow and gesturing toward the magazine Hunter held. Gazing down at it, Hunter replied, “Genevieve, she made the front cover of Instylist. And now all the news coverage is about her.” “What?!” The man exclaimed loudly, looking outraged, and grabbed the magazine out of Hunter’s hands. “Let me see!” On the front cover was Genevieve, wearing a breathtakingly flowing blue dress that perfectly showed off her beauty.