Mag-log inWilliam was a businessman through and through, and he could see that his partner’s daughter in Colorado was going to be a pain in the damned as*s.
She was at the meeting as the head of their marketing department.
Her input was always concise and to the point, and he could tell that she wasn’t there just for show. Nevertheless, the way she eyed him rubbed him off the wrong way for some reason, and he wasn’t one to dismiss his instinct
Simone couldn’t believe her eyes when William dropped to one knee, began to say all those tear-inducing words, and proposed. When she was done hugging him, he scooped her up in his arms, and she giggled shyly in response.Oh heavens, how she loved him!She sometimes believed she didn’t deserve him. Hell, she was convinced he was what dreams were made of, and not just wet dreams.She knew the effect he had on her should be ill*gal, but the knowledge didn’t help her evade his feverish touches. On the contrary, she was as eager for completion as he was, the time spent away doing her more harm than good.Simone couldn’t help but breathe out his name against his lips, “Will,” he was still carrying her, almost effortlessly, making a beeline to the cottage where she was staying. “I still can't believe this… you being okay with this, this pregnancy is such a s
William and Simone went to the nearby grill, and he was no closer now than he had been 1 hour ago, when he finally reached the cottage, to knowing what was wrong. Indeed, he had no clue why Simone wanted some time away. Had he messed up somewhere down the line?If he had, she sure was acting as if everything was cool between them, and that only fueled his confusion some more.He tried to keep a calm, even voice when he asked, “Are you going to tell me what’s wrong?”“Nothing really,” she attempted to brush it off, her eyes not meeting his, her hand rising to rearrange a lock of her hair.“If nothing sends you running for the hills, then I am not sure who you are,” he drawled, only half jokingly.Her gaze focused on him at long last, and he could see confusion swimming in the depths of her green eyes.“Well, I am Simone Presco
Before all else, Simone went to the cemetery. She knelt in front of her mother’s grave, wept as she told her everything, and asked for her guidance.“Hello, mom. It’s been a while, huh? I told you before that Will and I are now a thing, right? Well, I have reason to believe that I might be pregnant, though I truly hope it’s all in my head. I wonder how you would have felt had you been here in these times. Would you have approved of us or on the contrary given us the stink eye and the cold shoulder?” She paused after for a moment, sniffling and doing her best to wipe away the tears that refused to stop.“Heavens, how I wish you were here! But you’re not, and cemetery visits kill me each time, but I had to see you. I had to tell you.” She inhaled deeply, trying to steel herself, so she would leave. “I love you mom. And I hope that wherever you might be, I’m making you proud.”
Simone hadn’t hesitated to seek out Colette, under the pretense of making-up for their previous lost time when they went to the spa.Her security detail remained at another table, their presence looming, almost threatening, and Simone felt like she could barely breathe properly.Out of nervousness, she had arrived twenty minutes early, and thus she waited. Doing so, she texted her best friend.Don’t freak out. Buy 3 pregnancy tests sweetie.Simone looked at the text, and though she didn’t fear judgment as much as before, she still hesitated for a moment there before hitting send.Colette’s response was a devil emoji, and Simone felt herself lighten up immediately. She sipped on her lemon juice, which served to suppress the nausea bubbling up inside her, and simply waited.Before long, Colette was approaching the table where Simone was, with slow cal
Simone hadn’t struggled nearly as much as she would have hoped earlier, but she didn’t hesitate to scream for help the moment she woke up in a desolate place. A quick look around told her she was alone, and that was both reassuring and worrisome at the same time.Even though she was bound to a chair, she could barely grasp the fact that she had been abducted.Why was she even a target?She had always been a bit of a quiet kid, never mingling with the wrong crowds, never hurting someone intentionally… And as a woman, her shyness evolved some more, and she became naturally repulsed by everything that would put her in the spotlight.Not the time to think about that, she bit on her bottom lip nervously as she heard the approaching footsteps.The figure who approached her was tall, wore casual clothes that would make blending in a crowd easy, and a mask over his fac
Simone’s anxiety made it hard for her to enjoy the massage, even though she could hear Colette sigh and hum contently every minute or so. The massage was no doubt delightful, but her thoughts, which seemed to spiral out of control, didn’t allow her to feel peaceful.Indeed, the mere thought that she might be pregnant ruined her mood.Before long, as they were ushered to the salon for their blow-dry, she could no longer remain still or calm. She needed to know, the sooner, the better.“I’m going to hit the drugstore,” she declared as she rose to her feet, and Colette looked at her with puzzlement in her eyes.“What for?” Her best friend asked, a little bit of a frown marring her face.“I’ll be right back,” Simone told her with a reassuring smile, although she herself was panicking beyond words, and then made a beeline to
Simone was having a restless night, and she found it hard to keep still in bed, even though she wished she wouldn’t wake William.There were so many things to consider. She recalled the picture on her bedside table, and also the envelope in which there was no doubt some
The set of keys Mrs Atkins had was nowhere in sight, and that explained her shock but also her frightened face.While William sported a grim expression, Simone tried to reassure her, “You might have just misplaced them, Mrs Atkins.”“I n
The reporters that were swarming the entrance to the underground parking lot of the company’s building were no joke. It was obvious that the press conference’s revelations had been nothing short of extraordinary.William, having thought ahead of time, had hired se
Simone and William were drunk on one another, half aware but completely uncaring of the storm brewing outside their bubble.There were bound to be many articles published about them, about their peculiar relationship — at the heart of which they were stepsbilings.







