OliviaI took a sip of my coffee for the second time, my palms sweaty. Mr. Nero was seated in front of me calmly. Yet, my heart was far from calm. I know I needed to talk but I had no idea how to start from. His wife had left us to talk. I finally gathered my strength and took a deep breath before focusing my gaze on the man in front of me.It's now or never Olivia. A voice in my head said. I have to do it. “Sorry for taking your precious time, father,” I commenced, wrapping my palms around the cup as a form of keeping myself in control. The man didn't say anything, but the expression on his face was urging me to say whatever brought me to his room. “I will first of all apologize for what I’m about to tell you,” I continued.The man’s gaze remained calm as he stared at me. “I know you are here against your wish. You sacrificed your time to accompany us here. I’m greatly appreciative at the gesture.” I stopped to take in a deep breath.“We required more than the time you’d give. I wil

Mature content warning!Olivia "Damn! Why can't I peel off this button?" I hissed out aggressively as we pushed through the door to our room. I was aroused after our little kiss at the seaside. I was eager for us to arrive back home so I could go all wild with Logan."Easy there. If you go gently, you will peel it off in no time," Logan hushed out, helping me in taking off his shirt button. I didn't care. I just wanted to feel his touch all over my body. I managed to take the damn first button before I went down to the next and then the last. I discarded the shirt from his body in one go before roughly crashing my lips on his.Logan responded with the same intensity. His hand went to the zipper of my dress, and he slid it down. I pulled away. "Pull the damn dress out of my body," I said in a voice I barely recognized as my own. Only if Logan knew how wet I was in between my legs.Logan slid my maxi dress down, leaving me in nothing but my undergarments and my big baby bump. "Are you

Olivia"Never mind; I'm sure Grandma was shaken up by the news. You know, this big baby bump is enough to scare her," I said with a laugh, trying to hide my confusion.Logan held me by the shoulders. "Don't worry. Grandma will be fine. We will explain everything to her later. What you need now is rest. You haven't eaten anything since we left Costa Rica. Your eyes are puffy." I didn't miss the teasing tone in his voice. I threw him a glare in return."Whose fault, was it?" I threw."What do you mean whose fault? Did you even give me a chance to get you something? When you were literally crying like a kid being deprived of her cookies," he retorted as we made our way out of the hospital. I said nothing in return because he was right. I cried like a river when I got the call. My grandma is the only family I have left after my parents' demise. I was scared when the nurse who had called said she collapsed.Logan and I managed to spot a restaurant after walking for a while. I hadn't been t

Logan "Please make sure everything is in order. You can inform Scott or Bernard if anything arises. I'm currently out of the city, so it might be hard to reach me. Thank you." I ended the call and heaved a sharp breath. I had been on a call for about ten minutes, discussing things with one of the contractors. Taking a break from work had allowed me to relax, and now I was eager for us to finish the meeting. Funny, right?The reason for my eagerness was Olivia. She's going through a lot. After we arrived at her grandma's house, she broke down in tears. It was hard to calm her down; she gets emotional too quickly. At some point, I used to give the excuse that it was because of her pregnancy. Now that she's in her last month, I want to be there with her at all costs.Honestly, when her grandma reacted negatively to my presence, I was nervous and scared. I understood her anger was justified. Anyone would react that way seeing their daughter or granddaughter appear out of the blue with a

Logan "It's a pleasure to see you again, Logan. You haven't been visiting. Should I say the last time we spoke was six months ago, or even going on a year?" Mr. Norman remarked as we sat in his office."It seems you've been keeping track. I don't really keep count," I replied.Mr. Norman made a call. "Please bring two cups of coffee to my office," he requested before turning his attention back to me. "Well, I can't forget you just like that. Anyways, what brings you here? I'm sure this meeting isn't just about seeing an old face, although I must say it brings back memories."I understood what he meant by 'old memories.' In the past, that remark might have soured my mood, but now it didn't affect me like it used to. Mr. Norman was my mother's personal doctor. When she left my father's house, she lived next door to Mr. Norman's house, and he was the one who treated her illness. He knew about everything, even though I was with her for only a short while before my father took custody of