CHAPTER 130Emma's POV Just like the wind, the days cane and flew by. Before I knew it, it was Asher's birthday. I've been trying my best to convince Alexander and Olivia to at least reach out to their mother but neither of them were willing to give me a listening ear. Turned out fyn Mrs Collins was actually so wrong about both of them. At first Olivia would walk away from me at the mention of her mother but then after I had told her the story Mrs Collins had told me, I noticed that she had warmed up a bit.I could easily tell that for Olivia, all it took was a face to face apology from her mother and all will be okay. She is most definitely going to forgive. But Alexander.....He was a case study, I once had to bind him for him to be able to hear me out. I spoke about all the things Mrs Collins had told me and even explained just how much I feel for her as a mother that I am too. But Alexander always had a reply that undermines mine.There was no
The art gallery hummed with a subdued energy as Emma Thompson navigated her way through a sea of well-dressed patrons. Paintings adorned the walls, their vibrant colors and intricate brushstrokes capturing the essence of the artistsic souls. Emma's heart fluttered with both excitement and trepidation, for tonight was not only an opportunity to showcase her own work but also a chance to escape the hardships of her struggling artist's life.She had spent countless hours perfecting her latest collection, pouring her heart and soul into every stroke of the brush. Yet, success remained elusive, and the weight of financial insecurity pressed heavily upon her shoulders. But tonight, surrounded by like-minded individuals, she would allow herself a respite from her worries.Emma's gaze swept across the elegantly decorated room, her eyes drawn to a striking man standing near a captivating abstract piece. He exuded an air of confidence, his tall frame and tailored suit commanding attention. Alex
Behind the closed door of the hotel room, time seemed suspended, their bodies entangled in a dance of desire. Clothes were discarded, revealing the vulnerability of flesh and the raw hunger that consumed them both. The room filled with the symphony of their moans and gasps, each sound a testament to the intensity of their connection.Emma explored Alexander's body with eager hands, tracing the contours of his muscles and memorizing the feel of his skin. He was a canvas waiting to be explored, and she became the artist, leaving a trail of kisses and caresses in her wake. Their desires merged, their bodies seeking solace and fulfillment in the depths of passion.Their encounter was an unspoken agreement—a shared understanding that this was a fleeting moment, a temporary escape from the realities of their lives. Their connection existed solely within the confines of that hotel room, shielded from the judgments and expectations of the outside world.As their bodies moved in harmony, Emma
There stood Emma Thompson, draped in his white shirt, its sheer fabric offering glimpses of her enticing form. The morning sunlight danced upon her skin, accentuating her curves in a way that left Alexander momentarily breathless. But before he could fully comprehend the allure before him, Emma's voice cut through the air, sharp and unabashed."Let's be clear, Alexander," she declared, her gaze locked onto his. "I have no feelings for you. This was nothing more than a one-night stand, a fleeting encounter with a stranger." Her words hung in the air, their blunt honesty leaving little room for interpretation.However, Alexander found himself scarcely registering her words. He hadn't sought a relationship or emotional entanglement with her. Emma was, to him, a beautiful stranger with whom he had shared a night of undeniable chemistry. He had been captivated by the fleeting connection they had forged, but he harbored no illusions of building something more profound. As Emma's words ling
After reading the text, I dropped the phone and took a long sigh. And then my mind went back to my crazy and meaningless life as an artist with no recognition. Every failure of mine made me indulge myself more into being as social as possible in hopes of me being able to have a bit of freedom from all the trauma. I haven't had a boyfriend is 7 years as no one truly loved me enough to stay with me for even two minutes. I had this bad side of me that pushed everyone away, everyone except from Alexander Collins who for some reason was quite good to be around. Whenever I relieve his short term memory about all that happened last night and this morning, lewd thoughts pops up in my head and then my fingers trailed south and rested on my feminine area, I felt just how soaking wet I was and I wondered how many of my love juices seeped out last night. I had lost count before even begining.I slowly reached in and inserted two fingers inside, I massaged my inner walls gently and moaned with a c
After throwing up, I got off the floor then opened the door and left the cubicle to find a girl I was well familiar with standing there staring at me intently as though trying to understand something, her gaze was quite piercing that I feared she could actually look into my soul and unfold all my many secrets "W-what is it?" I asked confused and a bit overwhelmed by her gaze"W-well, a-are you pregnant?" I felt my whole world screech to a halt as she said that. Pregnant? Me? No way!I began to doubt myself for a few seconds as I was aware of my constant weakness and irritation to certain smells, Natalie and Laila have both been encouraging me to go for a test so I could be checked up on but I had refused as at the moment I was on my way to the top as I have been giving a chance here in this company to prove myself. But now with a baby I most definitely would not be able to accomplish my many dreams. I decided not to let my head play tricks on me."No of course not." And with that, I w
CHAPTER 6Our eyes met across the room, and a smile played at the corners of his lips. As he made his way towards me, each step closing the distance between our separate worlds. As he sat down, the air between us crackled with anticipation, the unspoken words echoing louder than any conversation."I didn't think you'd come," I confessed, making sure to keep my voice a delicate whisper but also vividly clear all at the same time He chuckled, a sound that felt like warm sunshine on a rainy day. "Neither did I. But here we are."In that moment, I realized that our encounter was not destined to be confined to the boundaries of a single hotel room. It was the beginning of something extraordinary, something that defied logic and reason. And now, destiny has found it's way to connect out two distant souls. Alexander Collins was a fulfilled man already, a very well known artist and we shared quite a connection. Every time I locked eyes with him, I couldn'
CHAPTER 7Taking a deep breath, I mustered the courage to speak. "Alexander, there's something important I need to tell you," I began, my voice quivering slightly. His eyes narrowed in curiosity, sensing the gravity of my words."I found out yesterday that I'm pregnant," I continued, my voice barely above a whisper. The words hung heavy in the air, and I watched as his face froze for a few seconds, his eyes widening in a mix of shock and disbelief.The silence that followed was deafening. I had expected a range of emotions from him—surprise, maybe even concern or happiness. But the coldness that settled over his features was something I hadn't anticipated.His voice, when it finally broke the silence, was distant, detached. "You should abort it," he said matter-of-factly, his words hitting me like a blunt force. My heart sank, anger and hurt bubbling within me."What?" I managed to utter, my voice trembling with a mix of confusion and indignation. "H