There was the continuous hum of the old refrigerator, the whirling of the fan in the room, and the creaking of my rickety chair. All the sounds made me wince slightly every second. Yet, it seemed Cameron could not be bothered by all the noise. Cameron’s bareback was to me, and I could hear the gentle spasms of the muscles as he worked on the food. I longed to just go over and run my fingers over the bulging muscles. I slapped the thought out of my head and looked away. Perhaps if I could focus my gaze on something else, then I would forget the rollercoaster of emotions going on inside me.My eyes settled on the window air conditioner at the corner of the kitchen, which has never worked. It was the main reason why my body was in this wreck. If it had been working, as it should have, Cameron would never have taken off his shirt, and I would never have had a glimpse of his immaculately sculpted chest and the taut muscles of his back. And I would never have seen the way his tight trouser

It was a beautiful Monday. Rays of the rising sun gradually filtered into the room, drenching me in sunlight. I squinted my eyes, rubbing them fiercely, then clamped the alarm clock by my bed shut. I trudged to the kid’s room and smiled when I saw Darby draped over the couch. The twins were still asleep. I was still like a zombie, and my body craved caffeine. Yesterday had been a long day for us—me, Darby, and the kids. I had gone to check out apartment listings, and after hours of meeting realtors and agents, I finally saw one I liked. It is safe to say it is now off the market, and I cannot stop smiling. Such small mercies. My brain started working as soon as the coffee came into contact with my lips. All the nerves and organs in my body suddenly came to life. I liked this new kind of high that I was feeling. I already had my clothes picked out, ironed, and folded neatly. I was determined to create a good first impression on the CEO. I dressed quickly, and when I looked myself in

CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX “But Cameron is already doing a lot for me and my family; I couldn't.”“Hold on there a second,” I interrupted, freezing her mid-sentence. “Did you say Cameron?” I blink rapidly. “As in Cameron Stone?”She tilted her head and eyed me. “Yeah. Cameron Stone. The CEO. Your boss. Where’s your head?”Just then, the large oak doors opened, and the executives—including Cameron, whom I have learned to be the CEO—filed out. His eyes caught mine, and he winked. My heart plummeted. What did I say about office romance again?Manda giggled and touched me. “Did you see? He winked at me.” She said she was all goggly-eyed. “He’s the reason why I even bother sometimes—to be here—even when all the other things in my life stress me out.” I stared at her. I take it back; this woman is not innocent in any way. Cameron stopped midway to talk to two men, and I tried to pretend that he was not all my eyes wanted to look at and all I thought about. My eyes travelled to his perfectly firme

“Well, for one. You’ve been glancing around since you came in. This isn’t your kind of environment?” he asked. I shook my head as I took another sip of the Bourbon. “I go to the club plenty.” I lied. I hadn’t been to the club in more than seven years, but he didn’t need to know that. I glanced around again. “Just to keep an eye out for the girls.” I muttered. At least this bit was true. I did not have to feel too shy about lying.“You see, we were supposed to be having a girl night out. I kind of came late, and now I can’t seem to reach them.” I glanced around again. “They’re definitely in here, somewhere.”He pursed his lips, and I thought he looked cute. I must be getting drunk. Just one glass of a cocktail.“Well, they might be in one of the private lounges. Did you check anyone yet?” He smiled at me. I blushed. “Don’t do that.” I rolled my eyes. “And... it’s because I didn’t know I was supposed to check.” He laughed. “I think I just caught your lie. When was the last time you w

The cry that came from inside was loud enough to bring down the building, and I was sure that both Andre and Cameron heard it loud and clear. Shit! I banged the door shut. I had left them in their tubs. I ran to their room and scooped each of them up to my waist. “You must have been scared mommy was not here.” I cooed. “I’m here now, here now.” I sang as I rocked them. The doorbell rang again, and I remembered that I had left two men waiting outside. I looked at the twins. “Daddy is here. What do we do? Do we let him in?”I rushed back to the door—the twins in my arm—and opened it. Cameron rushed to help me with one of the children, and I smiled apologetically. I turned to André and raised a brow. “What are you doing here?” I shot. I was not in the mood to pamper him. I was late for work, and my boss was carrying one of my crying babies. As if it couldn’t get more awkward than that, my ex is standing at my doorstep. I sighed. “Please come in. I’d like to shut my door and prepare f