Peter had already planned to maintain his stance, if ever they—especially Fernando, tried to convince him to stay back.He never thought it would be easy for him to accept his decision. He was shocked, and so was Lukas. They both knew how Fernando was, so his response came as a surprise to them. He must be up to something. But, what could that be? Fernando sometimes, could be unpredictable.After Peter had told them about his plans to travel to France, Lukas was about to talk him out of it, when Fernando replied."Alright, then. If it's what you want, then, do it!" Lukas gave him a questioning look. His lips were itching to blast him with questions, but no words came out of his mouth. He was just speechless."He doesn't even know when he is coming back, and you are letting him go? Are you sure you heard what he said, clearly?" Lukas asked, still doubting that Fernando could easily support his decision—that particular decision."I heard him, clearly. I am letting him go, because it i
"Why the hell did you hide all these from us?" Lukas asked, after knowing the whole story. He had not known the whole truth about the main reason his wife left him. Fernando was quiet, he was not shocked at all. He knew everything, even things Peter had not known. They drank the last content in the glass, and sat in silence for a few seconds."So, how did you find them? I mean, you were not in Texas, nor the US. You were in France! How did you find them?" Lukas questioned, his eyes gleaming in eagerness to hear the story."You haven't changed, Lukas! I met her in Texas, man. I can't believe she was in Texas! I came back to meet some representatives from the companies that wanted to invest in mine, then I met her. Jeez! We were shocked, I couldn't even say a word." Peter said, recalling how shocked he was when he saw her."Lukas, call your family to come back to Texas. Peter, tell Imelda to bring your daughter. We need to have a family get-together. I have something important to tell
It was time!She was not sure she was ready to tell him, yet. She wished the ground would open up, and swallow her. What happened to all the boldness she had some minutes ago? Where did all the courage she had gathered to face him go to?Should she ask for more time? Should she lie to him? A lot of thoughts ran through her mind, and she stared nervously at him. She wished he would, maybe, just maybe, tell her she could take as long as she wanted to get ready.Knowing that her wishes at that moment were a step closer to impossibility, she decided to face it. Whatever was going to happen, so be it! If Nathan truly loved her as he claimed to, then, this was the best time to prove that love to her.She mustered the courage to finally tell him.Heaving a long sigh, she dropped the bomb."I was raped."Just hearing that word, 'rape', Nathan's eyes widened. Carina was not surprised—anyone she told her secret to, always had a surprised expression on their faces. Fiona, Sonia, and now, Nathan
He thought he wouldn't let her. He was about to tell her not to mind, if she was not ready. Just as he thought of this, he was taken unawares. She initiated the kiss. As her tender lips brushed his, it sent electric waves to his body. She giggled as she stared at him."Be careful. Your eyes might come out of its sockets," she laughed, then wrapped her arms around his neck, "yes, you can kiss me, Nate."It seemed like he was a robot, waiting for a command to do something. He took her lips, as though he might lose it, if he wasted a second.She gasped. Maybe, because she had forgotten how it felt to be kissed. When her ex boyfriend kissed her, every night under the tree that was behind their old house.As her lips parted, he seized the opportunity to delve into her mouth, savouring the taste of her lips."Thank you," Nathan whispered in her ears.She blushed, and stood up with the help of Nathan. She arranged herself, and trailed behind him, until she caught up with him, and he held
Annabelle cussed out, sighing deeply. Ever since her mother came back to Texas, and moved in with her, she has refused to talk to her mother. She goes to work, very early in the morning, before her mother would even leave her room; and she would late at night, when her mother had gone to bed.She wished there was another route that led to her room. She really wasn't ready for any conversation with her mother."Annabelle, I know that you are mad at me. I admit that I was wrong, and I'm sorry. Let's not fight, anymore. Please," Imelda said, taking slow steps towards her."Don't. Touch. Me." She said, stressing each word, filled with so much anger, that it made Imelda took stop in her tracks."You," she said, pointing at her mother, "you ruin my life! I lost him, because of you! You didn't care about my happiness, and now, you want to act like you do? Stop it! It won't work. All you ever cared about was to get promoted at work, and as a result, you put my happiness at risk. You wanted me
Peter had planned to sort things out with Annabelle, before talking to Imelda about their long dispute.He could not wait to settle, and reunite with his lovely wife, and daughter. For years, he endured all the pain—memories of how happy they were, the laughter and every other thing they shared. He really missed them. Words could not convey how much he had missed them.Annabelle smiled to bed. She was happy, for the first time, since her mother moved in with her. Now, she had a complete family. That was her happiness—seeing her family complete, again.She was going to have a peaceful night. She slid into the bed, and covered herself up to the neck with the duvet, hugging her pillow.Immediately Annabelle's door shut close, Imelda hugged Peter, leaving Peter in a state of shock.Peter had never expected such action from her. It happened so fast that his brain could not process what was going on, and as such, he could not hug her back. He just stood still like a statue.Imelda disengage
As she stood up to do the dishes, Peter had crept up behind her on tiptoes, so as to take her unawares.He stood behind her, while she kept talking. He could not help it. He wanted to laugh, but that will only ruin his plans.As she turned around, he held her on the waist, and gave her a light kiss on the lips."Peter! You scared me. Holy Jesus!" She exclaimed, holding on tightly to the part of her dress over her chest."Sorry, I didn't mean to," he said, walking back to his seat, "by the way, I love how you look, when you are surprised. I should do that, often. What do you think?" He smirked."I think you should abort such thoughts, except you want to see me dead!" She said, sternly."Okay, fine." He chuckled, walking towards her, "after the get-together, you two will move in with me. Tonight, I want to spend it enjoying my last night of sleeping alone." He said, stopping in his tracks; a step more, and he would be just an inch away from her.He tucked her blonde hair behind her ear,
Jayden didn't know what really happened to them, he was still little, when it happened. He had only seen his uncle, Lukas and his family just twice, and he was just 12 years old. They had gone to Los Angeles. When he grew up, he was told that they were missing. No much details were added, and he didn't ask any further."Apparently, they are. We found them, and I decided to host a family get-together, so we can bond. And so that you can also get to know your cousins, too. They will be here, tomorrow. So, get ready," his father said, and turned to leave, as Jayden nodded.He stopped, and faced him again, "how's the company? Any progress?" He asked, drawing nearer to where he sat."The company is growing. We are having a meeting next week at Crescent City. I'm working on getting everything set," Jayden replied, saving his work, and shutting down the computer. He was feeling tired already, and needed to rest. "Seems like you had a long day. You should rest up, tomorrow is going to be a