Chapter 8 Anita Baker Novels & Stories

Anita turned to him with a sigh, she wiped her hand with the brown colored towel he offered "Don't you see? your dad clearly prefers her to me..I'm just trying to please him..." "You're clearly overthinking things Anita..I'm sure he likes you too if not he'd have sent us out of his house back to our home" Anita smiled finally convinced not until her name rocked the entire building, jeez! he sure has the voice to scream.. "Anita!!" Aldrin's eyes widened "Okay.. maybe he's just a little bit mad at you" *** A frown appeared on Becky's forehead as soon as she received another debit alert on her phone, she searched through her purse to find two cards..

Soon, I came out of the bathroom before walking to my closet. I picked a simple flare peach gown and wore before descending the stairs. I halted when I saw Aldrich placing icebag on his head as he kept groaning. He was actually in the dining room. I ignored him and went over to the kitchen to meet Anita trying to prepare something. “What are you making?” I asked, leaning on the counter as I watched her backview. Anita was really blessed with a nice curves and sexy ass which stick up giving her a horny look. “Good morning. Just trying to make pancakes for breakfast” Anita replied and I smiled.

Even if there were no changes in the situation and even if Phoebe and Bella hadn't appeared, based on Anita's attitude towards her and what she said in the pavilion just now, she wouldn't want Anita to receive such a big surprise after scolding her. Anita quickened her pace, "Hazel, I told you to wait!" Hazel didn't even turn her head and unconsciously quickened her pace, "Sorry, I don't have anything to talk to you about right now." Anita had been a wealthy young lady since she was a child, and later married into the family, living a life of luxury. On ordinary days, if she went out, she either drove herself or was picked up by the family driver. If she had to walk, she really couldn't do i

Anna Anita slowly sat up against the pillows, her hand resting gently on her flat stomach. She looked at me with a sly, knowing smile. "Now they're all gone," she said, her voice light but carrying an edge of mischief. "Won't you hug me? I'm sure you're dying to do that but couldn’t because you hate being perceived as weak." I scoffed loudly, crossing my arms. "Delusional much? Who’s dying for a hug? Definitely not me."

She wanted to sleep and woke up the following morning to realize it was all a dream. Anita feels her center still aching, like Liam's rod is still in there, and she remembers how he had carried her up and banged her hard in his office. As she enters their estate gate, the estate security men did not stop her either, as they're familiar with her. She walks towards her house gate and unlocks it, as she has her own spare key. She enters their compound and locks the gate from within, then she walks closer to their house. Mrs. Tonia Baker is still in their living room, waiting restlessly for Anita to arrive home, as she paces up and down, wondering what has happened to her eldest daughter.

Becky tries to help Anita out of the washroom but Yamileth refuses. She doesn't want Becky to touch her. Becky arranges her hair and cleans her face again with the back of her hand as she limps out of the office of Mr. Cheriton. "Hold heeler her not fall." Adan tells Becky as he sees how Anita limps out alone. "Don't touch me!" Anita barks at Becky as she puts her hand on her shoulder. Becky looks at her boss and tries to hold Anita who stops limping and shoves her hand away.

Anita moved forward, gracefully lifting her glass as the cameras flashed and the focus of the room turned to her. Her voice reverberated around the hallway as she declared, "To my loving husband, Nathan Grant." And to those who believe they can shatter us... pay close attention. as this is just the start. Anita was more than just the wife of a billionaire at that time. Everyone who dared to misjudge her would be destroyed by this woman. Harry Walker, too? Her first target had just been him. Officially, the storm had started.

(Meanwhile) Anita: (enraged) I'm not going anywhere without an F! Gett, I thought it wouldn't degenerate to this but it has, I'll kill! that baker's daughter! (Anita takes a cab back to her kingdom, she sees Paul and Paris on her way) Anita: (To the cab driver) Hold on sir, I need you to do me a favor Cab driver: What is that? Anita: You see those two coming this way? (She points and shows him Paul and Paris)

Instead, he nodded. "Fair enough." I silently thanked him for changing the subject. Some stories weren't ready to be told. Not yet. Footsteps echoed from the hallway. Anita walked back into the kitchen looking completely different. Her hair hung neatly over her shoulders, still damp from the shower, and she'd changed into a striped blue-and-black dress that somehow made her look brighter than before. She smiled as soon as she smelled breakfast. "Oh my God." "The pancakes are real." "I told you they were."

CHAPTER 8: AGAINST THE SINK ANITA'S POV “Oh my God—” My voice fractures, jagged and uneven, trembling with every breath. My body quakes, shivering under the weight of what is happening, under the relentless pressure of it. When the fuck… when the fuck did everything spiral into this? The question burns through my skull like a fever, chaotic and raw, but my body doesn’t care, doesn’t listen. My body betrays me, surrendering piece by piece, nerve by nerve, until there is no hesitation left.