Kaleb frowned. "Finish your food," he demanded."Excuse me?" Sasha prompted quickly."I said finish your food," he repeated, sternly. "I want to see that plate clean, Sasha, and I'm not bluffing.""Fuck! Why do you always treat me like a child, huh?" she snarled at him "Because you're behaving like one, aren't you?" Kaleb retorted, his eyes raw."I'm full! I've had my fill! Isn't that a reason enough?""Oh no, it's not! You're going to finish the food, and you're going to stop whining.""Don't say I'm whining! I hate it!" Sasha stood up stoutly."Then stop doing it! And sit down!""Are you my daddy or something?" She glowered."Oh, I can be one, Sasha, trust me." Kaleb smirked."Fuck you!""Fuck you, too, baby. Now sit down and finish your food. Some people are dying to have just a spoonful," he said and sounded earnest. "And you and the baby need it," Tired of his tyranny, Sasha decided to gobble the pasta as quickly as possible while looking sternly at him. He paid no attention to

"What's rule number two?" she asked."Use only other people's money," he replied."That's the same thing." She laughed, her eyes staring down at him."That's the whole point." Kaleb laughed as well. "If you snooze you lose, no one will sit around waiting for you to finish your damn project until they sell their land to you," he explained."Okay, but you can always find a replacement, no?" "You're right, but it won't be the same. When I set my eyes onto something, I hardly change. So, having to let it go is kind of a blow to me.""My father used to say that in any challenge lies a hidden opportunity," Sasha said. "And it's not a defect by being flexible, you know. Losing is a part of any game."Kaleb smiled. "I know, I just hate losing.""Who does?" Sasha wiggled her brows laughingly. "But like you said, Real Estate is like gambling, so being careful isn't a weakness at all," she added, and Kaleb looked amusedly at her."I think you're right," he said. He started describing his vision

What's wrong was that she was coveting the man who wasn't hers. She was in a place that wasn't rightful hers. She was just a replacement for the time being and for one night, and probably the next won't be hers."Come on, Sasha, talk to me!" Kaleb became desperate, holding her face with an apprehensive look. "You didn't sleep—" He stopped when her lips met his.She was kissing him, quite unexpected, and he didn't seem to mind as much as he was taken aback. If it's the last time having him to herself, then she wanted to feel him once again. Just this once."Hold me," she breathed, and Kaleb's arms gripped her body tightly as she sat on his lap."Sasha," Kaleb uttered, but he had nothing to say. He was stunned, seemingly in daze by everything she was doing to him, physically and emotionally. "What do you want?"He pulled up the T-shirt she was wearing."You. All of you." Sasha removed it over her head, staying nude. "Kiss me, Kaleb," she begged, panting heavily, her eyes filled with mix

Frowning, Samson stared quizzically between the two ladies. Something wasn't right, he probably thought. However, he seemed to have absolutely no idea on what was going on."Well, too bad. I'd love to continue chatting but we need to go home." Sasha stood up, fixing the big, black shirt she was wearing. She liked it because it hid her growing bump pretty well. "Home?" Claire flushed."Yeah, that's what I said." Sasha huffed a small laugh, imagining the ideas lurching in Claire's mind as though she lived in it. Perhaps Samson had become her lover in the her psyche. How silly!"Sure, that's no problem with me." Claire smiled. "We can always finish where we stopped, Sasha. Good evening to you both."Where they stopped? What was the meaning of that? Sasha was alerted."Good evening to you, too," she replied and Claire left with a curt nod."Let's go?" Samson asked softly. Sasha nodded and both made an exit.Outside Sasha exhaled heavily as though she'd been holding her breath forever. He

Kaleb's face didn't flex. He ignored her question. "What did she say to you?" he quizzed.Sasha took a deep breath, "It's not even important, Kaleb. Whatever she said doesn't seem to cure my illness, my stupidity, and you're the reason for everything," she muttered in a low, defeated voice.She shut her eyes as she felt him place a soft kiss on top of her head. Was she ever going to stop melting in his arms? Wanting him to hold her tight? Desiring more of him each time? She couldn't tell as she loved all of him. She suddenly realized how crazy her feelings were growing for this crazy man beside her. She didn't want to go away from him. How could she when all she needed was feeling him deep inside her?"Alright, Sasha. You should go to bed and rest," Kaleb said calmly. For once Sasha wished for Kaleb to beg her to stay. She hoped that he'd at least force her, as he usually did, but he did not do as such. Staring at each other, they remained silent. No one spoke for almost a minute."I