H E R A"But things have changed now; and you'll have to adjust. Especially when you mention the kids.""Yeah, I get it, but he should have discussed it with me.""You're not mistaken, but remember who we're talking about. This is Thomas Morris. He's not one to initiate conversations. He's all about taking action. Doing. In his world, that's how things get accomplished. He's not your average guy, Hera. If you're looking for someone who communicates openly, Thomas isn't the right person for you. He's a man of action. He acts before he speaks, and you need to be prepared for that."A big family walks into the bookstore, and Dale gives my knee a pat. "I need to assist them, but feel free to stay as long as you want, okay?""Thank you. I think I'll head back to my apartment and catch a nap. Thanks for everything. You're a great friend."A shadow passes over his eyes, and that familiar feeling of unease creeps back in, telling me that something is off, but once again, I can't pinpoint what
H E R AThe mere idea of never baking again makes me feel down. Baking, along with my children, is what brings me joy. It helped me get through tough times when I was a new mom with two crying newborns.They would sleep, but I couldn't, so I turned to baking to calm my mind and emotions. It was something just for me, not involving my kids.I know it sounds awful, but there was a moment when I resented them. I was depressed, crying every night. I didn't want to get out of bed when they cried. If they cried, I cried. I felt lost as a mom, wanting to give up.I hated that I felt like they took something from me. Even in that hate, I still loved them. It was a conflicting feeling, but baking gave me something for myself. It helped me heal, and eventually, my babies healed me too.My mental state improved, and I realized I only needed myself and my twins. My phone interrupts my thoughts, reminding me to pick up Addison and Aiden from daycare.Have I been cleaning for that long? Where did t
T H O M A SI need to keep my cool. The kids can’t know that I’m ready to set this city on fire if anything happens to their mother.As I park in front of the bakery, I reach for my gun, but Gelo stops me.“I can handle this, Thomas. You stay with the kids.”“No. If something happens, I want to be the one to find Hera,” I say quietly. “Take them for ice cream. Be back in twenty minutes, no longer. Got it?”“Sure thing.” He glances at the kids in the rearview mirror. “Who wants ice cream?”“I do! I do!”“Me too!”Their excitement is contagious, but my worry remains. I step out of the car, and the kids protest.“Mr. Thomas, you’re not coming?”“I wish I could, Aiden, but I need to help your mom with the bags. Everyone is coming to stay with me for a bit. Sound good?”“Yay! A sleepover!” Addison cheers.That's right. So Gelo is going to get you some ice cream, and I'm going to assist your mom in getting ready.""Alright. Bye, Mr. Thomas.""See you soon." I shut the door and quickly made
T H O M A SThe ride is quiet, but not uncomfortable. I reach back and place my hand on her leg to stop it from bouncing, and she lets out a long breath to relax.When we arrive at the iron gates of my estate, Gelo presses a button on the wheel and they open. I guess my taste leans more towards Victorian Gothic when it comes to describing my home. The estate looks like a small stone castle from the outside, but the interior is very modern and up-to-date.“Oh my goodness. I'm going to be a princess!” Addison kicks her little legs as she gazes out the window. “Mommy, Mommy! Look.” Addison points to the tower.It really does resemble the ones in Disney movies.“You're already a princess,” Hera says.I rest my elbow on the middle console as Gelo pulls around to the front. “I want extra security. I want someone to check the security system in her building too. I need answers.”“You got it,” Gelo replies as we both step out of the car simultaneously.I open the back door and help Ad
H E R AThe children are finally asleep, and we quietly close each door except for the one connecting their rooms. They've always shared a room, so I doubt it will be as easy for them as they think. They'll miss the bunk beds, I'm sure of it."Hey, where's my room?" I tease Thomas, fully aware of his response but wanting to play with him a bit. I want to confess tonight. I want to tell him the truth about Addison and Aiden being his.I can't believe he hasn't noticed. They resemble him so much. You'd think it would be obvious, especially with the timing and those green eyes.Sometimes, I feel like tapping him on the back of his head to knock some sense into him. It's amusing when I think about it.His laugh is tinged with sarcasm as he leans in, trapping me against the wall. His arm rests near my head, and he leans closer, his nose almost touching mine while his hand rests on my hip. "You're cute if you think you're not staying in my room," he murmurs, his voice low enough to s
H E R AWe collapse onto the bed, consumed by our passionate kiss. Time seems to slip away as we explore each other's bodies, our tongues dancing in sync. I never want this moment to end."I won't let you slip away from me again," he whispers, his lips trailing down my chest until he takes a nipple into his mouth."Slip away?" I manage to question, surprised by his words.He continues his descent, planting kisses on my stomach and gently pressing his lips against my scar. His hands grip my waist as he positions himself above me. With a knee, he spreads my legs and settles into a comfortable position."I won't miss another pregnancy. I want to be by your side every step of the way. I want to experience it all with you, just like we should have five years ago. I have so much lost time to make up for, and I can't wait any longer," he says, guiding himself to my entrance. "You're already so wet for me. Did you keep this pussy safe for me? Is it all mine?"I nod, teasing my nipples between
T H O M A SI wake up to the sensation of warmth surrounding my manhood. Blinking away the sleep, I eagerly look down to see my gorgeous partner pleasuring me with her lips. I pull the blanket away to reveal her, and she looks up at me with a mischievous glimmer in her eyes. My cock glistens with her saliva as she releases her grip, and I let out a satisfied hiss."I was wondering when you were going to wake up," she teases, playful kissing the tip."I hope you haven't been down there for too long, or I might have to punish myself," I joke.She chuckles and gives the base of my cock a gentle squeeze. "Just a minute or so. You were already hard for me, so I couldn't resist.""I was dreaming about you doing exactly this to me. Must be my lucky day." I wipe my thumb across her swollen, red lips from her passionate sucking."I don't know..." she swirls her finger around the head, causing me to groan. "I think it might be mine." She leans down, wrapping her tongue around me like I'm her fa
T H O M A SI grab my towel and quickly dry myself off before selecting a pair of sweatpants. It's been a while since I've worn them, but today feels like the perfect day to relax with my family—my kids. I really want to spend some quality time with them today. The last thing on my mind is work. I have people to take care of that for me."Thank you," she whispers, her eyes fixed on a stunning emerald gown adorned with real emerald gems along the neckline. "Wow. What's the occasion?""Well, in my line of work, there are always charity events, balls, and galas to attend. It's a great way to network and stay connected in the world of union. I can't wait to see you in that dress," I reply, slipping on a plain blue t-shirt. "And I can't wait to make love to you while you're wearing it.""I guess you better hurry up and get me in that dress then," she teases, dropping her towel and giving me a view that any man would dream about.She puts on a pair of leggings that cling to her curves, and