Two years later...ALEXANDER I scattered tiny kisses along his jaw, past his neck, enjoying the moans that were pouring out of his mouth. He was holding on to me tightly with his legs wrapped around my waist. I stopped my assaults briefly and looked at his flushed face. He looked adorable, like my wet dream came true. I still couldn't believe how lucky I got to call this beautiful boy mine.I got off him and pulled him to sit on my lap, and automatically he brought his hands around my neck. I took his left hand and gazed lovingly at his engagement ring. Yes, I grew some balls and proposed to him six months ago. We are supposed to wed in a month and I can't wait. “ We have to leave baby, Elizabeth is waiting for us. " I offered. “Ugh," he groaned. “ I don't want to leave this bed. "“That makes two of us," I whispered, caressing his face. “ But we have to, it's your birthday. " As far as Chris knows, Elizabeth just wants to have dinner with him, but he will be surprised with a par
ALEXANDERThe door opened to reveal a very naked Christian. I groaned with lust flaring throughout my entire being, but I fought to reign it in. As delectable as he looked, I couldn't risk hurting him, which is bound to happen if I f*ck him. There is nothing gentle about me at this time. Not when I am feeling this furious, helpless, scared… even. Chris must have noted the struggle I am going through because he darted back and came holding the clothes I presumed he had stripped. After locking the door, Chris walked directly in my arms. “ Chris…” I growled when he attempted to kiss me. “ Please… not now, baby… not now.” I begged, pulling him off my lap, but the stubborn boy bounced right back. “ Look at me, Alex,” he demanded when I closed my eyes in frustration. “ I love you, all of you.” He cupped my face with his soft, slender fingers. “ Don't be gentle with me tonight," I tried to protest, but he hushed me and went on. “Vent all your frustrations with me babe,” I shook my head fu
I woke up earlier than my husband. He was still snoring his life away, but I had barely slept last night. Today we are supposed to be bringing our firstborn through surrogacy home. It's a baby girl, and we have named her Rita. I can't quite explain why now, but I am terrified. Yes, I have been pushing Alexander to have a baby, and yes, I want nothing more than to raise our daughter with my loving husband. And yes, I love our little girl already. But there is a what-if at the back of my mind I can't seem to ignore. What if I become an asshole of a father like my old man? Or if Alexander takes his old man's demons? What then? What will happen to our precious little girl? None of us knows what a model father should look, and that scares the living daylights out of me. Perhaps I wasn't ready for a family like I had thought. I exhaled deeply, dropping my head on the kitchen table with a groan. It was already too late to change my mind. “Baby?” I heard my husband's voice call from the stai
Nine years later...ALEXANDER “If you stain another dress you will be left at home,” I warned my seven-year-old baby girl who has been driving Christian mad since morning. She woke up early and eager for her uncle's wedding. “I won't daddy,” she assures innocently, just like she did when Christian changed her dress the second time. She ran straight to the backyard to look for a doll she might have left there and voilà another soiled dress. Rita's bedroom door opened, “Babe, can you hold her for a minute?” My husband asked from the doorway, holding our youngest, Allison. “Of course,” I answered, putting Rita's last hair crip in place. Rita who never misses a minute to fuss over her baby sister rushed towards Chris, spreading her hands excitedly. “Let me,” I murmured, stepping closer to Chris and kissing his forehead. I took baby Allison from him against Rita's protest. “Dad…” She cried frowning at Chris who dropped to his knees and grabbed her for a hug. “Go sit on the bed and dad
As the rain droplets cascaded through the windows, Alexander gulped the remaining contents of his glass and exhaled deeply as the cold liquid burned down the esophagus into his stomach. He stared at the portrait sitting on his bedside table and grimaced at the smile he wore on his face when the picture was captured. It's something he hadn't seen on his reflection in over five years.The beautiful man in his arms was laughing carelessly, exposing his well-arranged teeth while squeezing his eyes shut. His long wild curls had covered his forehead and Alexander was fighting to push them back at the instant the picture was snapped.Shakily, Alexander traced his fingers over the picture, and for the first time in a long time, he allowed his tears to flow freely as his heart constricted in his chest.“Dammit!” He cursed angrily, banging the framed picture on the nightstand and the mirror shattered. He got up slowly, running his fingers through his tresses, and poured himself another shot of
Alexander had hardly got any work done when he got a call from the hospital stating that his old man had a seizure and had been admitted. He would have rudely asked how it concerns him, but as his only close relative, it was only logical that they called. He contemplated not going, but a huge part of him wanted to taunt his father. In his own twisted way, it gives him pleasure to see his old man in pain. Before he could overthink it, Alexander had Yusuf drive them to St. Louis hospital, which was about twenty minutes from his office. Upon arrival, he was met with chaos, as expected in such a busy hospital. His eyes scanned the outpatients before he made his way to the reception. He had just uttered a 'hello,' when a worried woman pushed him out of the way and started shouting at the nurse “Please miss, my son is dying." While the nurses seemed unbothered by the outburst, the poor woman was on a verge of tears. Alexander eyed the woman secretly as she clenched her fist tightly, gla
ALEXANDER I was restless for the remainder of the day as I sat through endless meetings. My mind kept drifting back to that poor woman and her pale-looking kid. By four pm I was exhausted and found it hard to concentrate, so I wrapped up my work, and decided to head home early. In the car, I reminded Yusuf to schedule interviews, since my housekeeper was due for retirement. She is old and opted to spend the rest of her days with her equally elderly husband. Maria used to work for my parents, and after my mother died, she came to work for me.After getting home, I had a light dinner and got in bed early. For some unknown reason, I ended up oversleeping the following morning, despite the fact that I had slept on time. I decided to cancel my morning appointments altogether and pass through the hospital instead.Luckily, the same nurse was at the reception and after getting my father's room number, I Inquired about the woman from the previous day and her son. She eagerly filled me in a
ALEXANDER A week flew by like a blur, mainly because I had a hectic schedule and also because I was excited for Christian starting work. They are supposed to be moving in my staff quarter today, so I am hoping to schedule a meeting with him the day after tomorrow so that we can discuss which position suits him best. Since my P. A has been pushing for a promotion, I could enable that and get Christian to fill in if he accepts, or I could have him choose among the few assistant vacancies we have in the departments. I am weirdly excited to meet him because a proper introduction is overdue. I haven't been back to the hospital for obvious reasons and also because I was busy, mostly. I have sent Yusuf over to them a couple of times, mainly to take food and also ensure no treatment is spared in the name of expense. Elizabeth is supposed to start training with Maria, she will take over as my housekeeper, and she will have less than two months to learn how to run my house smoothly. I am ver