"You look like you're really digging this movie," Asher said, stroking her hair. They had been quiet for quite a while and it was either she was deep in thought, asleep or really into the movie. For some reason, he chose the latter. "I suppose it grew on me," she said, smiling. "Hmm. Didn't know horror was your thing. You found the movie boring when it was all about two people in love, but now you're suddenly into it because it's now about her killing everyone?" She playfully elbowed him."Don't make it sound like I'm a psychopath!" "Maybe I now dig psychopaths," he said, making her chuckle."Speaking of psychopaths," she muttered after a while, "I didn't know you had Trevor thrown in jail." The hand stroking her hair stopped. "Who told you that?" She turned to him."So it's true. His mom ambushed me this morning and demanded I tell my man to release her son." "I do like the sound of that," he was referring to the part where he was her man. "Is that really what you're intere

After a very eventful weekend with Asher and her boys, Anne was the saddest when it was over. His driver dropped them off at their home on Sunday evening with a promise to see them all pretty soon. Bracing herself, she knew she had to suck it up. Hold herself until when next one of them had some excuse to see each other. Besides, he hadn't taught her to drive yet, and she could tell he had done that on purpose. She had to go back to other parts of her life she had basically put on hold for quite a while, like the bakery. Leaving Jake in charge had turned out pretty well for her, but at the same time, it was beginning to feel like he was the actual owner of the bakery. It wasn't in a conceiting way however, he just now knew more about the bakery now than she did and that was something that never happened. Even Lola seemed to know more about it than she did. It was something she could say she had built all on her own, something she owned, and she wouldn't let it slip out of her finge

The gagged man in front of her flared like a fish out of water when he heard footsteps, grateful someone had shown up. Coupled with the ruffled cloth that covered his mouth, a black sheet covered his eyes as well so he couldn't possibly know it was her. Trevor looked nothing at all like his former self. He was twice thinner, his complexion was dull and the marks on his body made him look like a suffering old man. He tried to say something, but behind his gag, she couldn't make sense of it. Anne shivered when Asher caught up with her and touched her. From the horrific spectacle in front of her to his otherwise indifferent nature, she tried to convince herself it was all a misunderstanding. However, deep down she knew it wasn't. She had seen him beat a bodyguard almost to stupor, had heard him make death threats and had seen him violently push his ailing father when he thought she wouldn't see. But thinking of it, every single act of violence always had something to do with her. Ever

The tone of his voice was calm, slightly challenging, but she was used to him by now. The stare down was intense, two pairs of eyes trained on each other, daring and waiting. She smiled warmly, knowing that picking a fight with her was just his way of changing the subject. She wouldn’t blame him anyway. She knew what it was like to suffer under, yet love a dysfunctional parent. Studying the slight creases on his face, she knew that though he had probably wanted to change the subject, he was equally curious about the father of her children. She reached out to him, placed her warm palm on his cheek and smiled when he impulsively leaned back, more from surprise than anything else. “The father of my children is the most clueless man on earth. I have no idea why I ever fell in love with him, but I don’t regret it for a single day. He gave me the best gift I could ever receive from anyone, my boys.”He swallowed. She suspected he did not think she would answer his question directly. He’d

"Yeah, sure," she muttered, facing away from him. Birth control, she wondered. She'd actually never used birth control in her life, never had a need to. And now he was casually asking her if she was on birth control. "I'm so sorry. That was a dumb question. I'll call my gynaecologist over to get you sorted out." She sat on the bonnet of the next car, wondering why he had a gynaecologist at his beck and call. Did he do this often? She asked herself. "What are you thinking about? What's bothering you so much? Is it the birth control?" He faced her at the back of the car, staring tenderly into her face. She flared her hands a little. "Why do you think something's bothering me?" He shrugged."Well for starters, your face is quite flushed and you haven't made eye contact with me since. " She made a show of gazing into his face just to counter him and he shook his head, holding in a chuckle. Surprising her, he climbed in next to her, bringing his face so close to her skin. "Just so