Sometimes it's hard to come up with something to write. I have to think hard on it. Hopefully this is ok.
(Xander)I knew that I messed up and shouldn't have said that to Rachael. Fuck, I've been messing up a lot lately. I just didn't know how to tell Rachael why Camille was coming into my office every day for so long. A year ago, I killed a man out of rage. I wanted to protect my family, so I did everything that I could just to make sure that they were okay. My police friend warned me that it would affect me, but I didn't listen to him. I've never listened to anyone when I have made my mind up about something. I went and killed the bastard who shot Rachael, but it had been affecting me a lot. Lately, I couldn't sleep, couldn't eat, couldn't stand the sight or smell of certain things. My mind was a mess and because of that, I would always lose control and lash out at Rachael. I thought that I could take it all in without any problems because I'm a man and I shouldn't allow certain things to affect me. But, it was affecting me. It got to me so much that I started having nightmares. I cou
(Rachael's POV)(Six months later)As I stood there watching Cole and Xander playing, I couldn't stop myself from smiling. Knowing that this day had come. I am now six months pregnant after Xander and I had tried for so long. It finally came true. We are having a boy, which doesn't matter to me, I will love my baby no matter the gender. Xander and I could always try for a girl and at the rate that we went when I was trying to get pregnant, I know that one day it will happen. We were talking about the number of kids that we wanted, and I was shocked when Xander said six. I wanted four, but he jumped the gun a bit when he said six. Everything worked out great for everyone else, though. Lawrence was moving around more now without the wheelchair, Lucy had stopped working for him because of some family crisis, and she had to go back home. He and Amy are getting married next month, I can't wait for that to happen;Emily, my dear friend, was happy with the way things turned out. She, Brady
(Rachael)Working for Xander King could have been pleasant if he could stop screaming orders at me. I've been working as an investment banker for a company called Arctic Circle Investment. ACI. Here in Manhattan, New York. I have been here for seven years now, and yes, the pay was great, plus I got weekends and holidays off. What more could a girl ask for? I didn't attend college like everyone else once they reached the age of eighteen because I got pregnant. My now nine-year-old son is so energetic that I had to watch him carefully. He has a nanny, Mariah, who loves him a lot, and occasionally I would leave him with his grandparents. His father ran the minute I told him that I was pregnant, so I had to step up and take care of my child. I have been to so many interviews that I had failed miserably, but luckily, Lawrence King saw something in me at that time and hired me. I had proved him right, and now I was still working here, even after so long. It was when Mr. King got sick, his
(Xander)irritated. That's one way to describe how I felt whenever I was with Rachael. She makes me want to snap her neck whenever she opens her mouth, trying to challenge me, and is always getting on my nerves. but I couldn't stop myself from feeling like there was something between us. I would be blind if I said I wasn't attracted to her, damn I was. She is extremely beautiful with jet-black hair and the blackest pair of eyes I've ever seen. an hourglass figure that would make every man turn their eyes toward her as she walks by. I know that there couldn't be anything serious between us because I wasn't looking to settle down, and my father would hang me if I tried anything with her. He loves her a lot, I wasn't sure why, but he told me that he saw her as a daughter. At any other time, I would have said that something was going on between them, but I knew that I would be wrong. I've seen them together before, and they didn't act any different.looking at the time, I saw that it w
(Rachael)"Mom, you're home!" shouts my son Cole, who came running down the stairs after I called for him. I laughed as he launched himself at me, hoping to get a hug that I awkwardly gave him since my hands were full. "I brought pizza, is that ok?" I asked him, and he happily nodded his head. "As much as I ate already, I can't pass on pizza," he replied, which was true. He has an obsession with pizza, and I'm not joking. something I knew he got from me since I'm the same. After we got to the dining room, I placed the pizza on the table and sat down. Then we started eating. I invited Mariah for some as well, so now she was sitting with us. "How was work? Is Mr. King still being grumpy?" Mariah asked, making me groan. I often vent my frustrations to her, letting her know how much I hated my job. Mariah reminded me of my mother in a good way. They are close in age, which is forty-seven. my mom had me when she was twenty. "He's getting worse, I can't concentrate without having to he
(Xander)"Tell me, how are things going with you and Rachael?" Dad asked in a suspicious tone that had me raising my eyebrow at him. We were now eating dinner together, in the dining room, which we always do as long as I have the time. "It's the same as usual. We bicker all the time as if we are married." I replied, which had him laughing. Every time I looked at my dad, I saw myself. It's a bit freaky the way we looked exactly alike. The only problem is that he is the older version of me. we both have the same eye color, which is blue with a mixture of green, and if it wasn't for his age, we would both have the same jet black hair. He might have gotten a minor stroke, but the way he was going made it seem as if he was stronger than before. "I don't get why you two can't get along. She's been working there for years now, surely there must be some part of you that likes her." I narrowed my eyes at dad after he said that and shook my head. "Hell no, I don't want to get hypertension at
(Rachael)ugh! I can't believe that asshole! ok, I need to calm down, but still. He's such a jerk. Sometimes, I can't stand him, and today was one of those times. I simply told him about donating to Cole's school because they needed some assistance, and that jackass said no. I made my way back to my cubicle and sat down, slamming my hand on my desk as I felt like going back to his office and strangling him to death. "It didn't work out?" Emily asked as she walked up to me. "No, he said no, and not in a good way either," I replied, making her shake her head. I should have known. He wasn't kind from day one, so why did I have so much faith in him? "I heard that he fired Kirk for suggesting something to him. something is going on with him. He's never acted like this before." Emily said as if I cared. "At the rate that he's going, I'm this close to resigning myself. I can't deal with that dickhead anymore." Emily laughed while shaking her head. "It's only Thursday, we have one more d
(Xander)I laughed to myself as I recalled the way Rachael was mad at me for telling her to stay in my office and take my calls. I wasn’t worried about leaving her there since I had done it before, and I could trust her despite our differences. It wasn’t hard to get her to hate me, I could have told her yes about donating at her son’s school, but how would I win the bet if I acted soft with her? My father had another thing coming if he thought that I was going to end up liking Rachael. I knew that the old man had a plan as to why I shouldn’t fire Rachael. It was easy to tell. He wanted us to be together since he saw her as a daughter, a person who could be a part of our family. I hated that idea more than anything in the world. Settling down was something that I had never thought about, I enjoyed the bachelor style I was living. I know that that sounded bad, but I can’t help it. I liked being free, not being able to answer anyone as to where I was or who I was with. It was better