Chapter 5
The car was renly silent, the only sound bring the tires murmuring against the road, wrapping the space in a terise quietude.
the wheel, was shifting gears with a caution that bordered on paranta, Canly when the driveway of their suburban villa loomed into view did be exhale in relief, parking the car with a precision that spoke of his fingering anxiety. He stepped out and circled to open the back door.
Dolores was about to open the door herself, not quite used to the high end treatment Adam seemed to demand, when Adam’s frosty voice stopped her “Did you say I like big–breasted bamblea?”
Her heart skipped a beat, her own words thrown back at her. She had blurted them out in a moment of spite without caring for his true preferences.
She turned to find his eyes, cold and mrking fixed just beneath her collarbone. “Isn’t that every guy’s thing?” she shot back, her voice dripping
nthi sarcasm, yet edged with sincerity.
Inside, she scoffed, “Okay, got it. That explains why, after three years of marriage, he couldn’t get it up. And let’s be honest, Alison isn’t exactly busty
Adam’s frown deepened. “It’s not my thing”
Dolores flashed a dangerous smile, the kind that could captivate any other man but left Adam unmoved. “Who cares what you like,” she retorted sharply. “I go for guys who are big where it counts and know what they’re doing in bed. That’s why we’re done”
The atmosphere in the car froze over as Adam’s face clouded with anger.
Outside, James caught every word of their exchange, sweat beading on his forehead. Feeling the tension about to explode, he hurriedly opened the door, trying to defuse the bomb about to go off. “Mr. Walcott, Mrs. Walcott, we’ve arrived”
Dolores stepped out first, greeted by the gentle smile of Yara, who warmly took her hand and led her inside. “Dolores, Ann has whipped up some clam chowder for you, spiced up with all sorts of beauty enhancen.
Adam remained in the car, ignored and stewing in his thoughts.
about the recent news and
Once in the house, Vara’s voice dropped to a whisper full of concern. “That liule shit didn’t hassle you, dad he?” she knew al was worried it had upset Dolores, prompting her to have their stay over.
“Yara, alexul Adam and Dolores started, only for Yara to interject fiercely, “If that bastard has been making you miserable, just tell me. Your dad will paur hairn, in his place with the belt. And don’t worry–I’ve prepared a menu he’ll hate for the next month. And if Ben tries to sneak him his
Ann rushed over with a soft showl, her eyes filled
illed with worry. “Ma’am, v
you’ve been feeling off; don’t forget to keep warm.”
n thais way, before Dolores could talk about disurce, th
The moment passed. “Yara, are you okay? Should we get a doctor? Dolores asked, visibly concerned. Yare waved it off with a smile. “Just the usual pains, darling. Rest will hx it. L She made sure Dolores ate her chowder, then gently placed a homemade bracelet on her wrist before heading ups Klare at Adam. “You better clarer Dolores up tonigla, or you’ll regret it”
- it. Let’s not bother a doctor now?
upstairs to rest, not without a final
Adam,
threshold, looked like lied unfairly become the punching bag yet aga
The room was on the second floor, and had already tidied up the bed with her usual thoughtfulness,
rung open the wardrobe to get her nightwear, she got a hell of a shock–ber comly cotton pajamas were gone. In their place were nows of seductive silk V–neck rightdresses and a couple of checky role–play costumes. Clearly, Yara had been busy trying to set the mood for sine
Iveryone in the
dla kew Yata was desperate for a grandkid. Right from when they got married, she had been kitting out a nursery, buying piles and poles na tops anel eluilies, ready for either a boy or a girl.
Dodores was for with mood emotion–touched but also kind of friples. She thought, ‘If she found out we’ve been basically roommates without benefits for three years, would die blow a hose and boot Adlarning for bring a pretty boy with no follow–throughr”
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Chapter 2
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Glancing at Adarn, së
seyring the wash of lingerie with his usually look. He shot her a sidelong glance and muttered. Those don’t suit
and of miners roded her eyes and reached for the least wandalou outfit, but before she could gralvit, Adam chucked one of his shirts at her.
de the shirt, thinking that it would at least cover her down to her knees, much more decent than those tacky nightgowns. And legally.
chens by rights, this shirt was hers now too. She didn’t bother arguing, just took the shirt and disappeared into the
Coming out, she found Adam on the balcony, cigarette in hand, looking all brooding The smoke softened his chiseled features. He glanced her way, something flickering in his eyes, then quickly hid it, almost as if he hadn’t meant to show anything
deed nut the rigarette and walked past her into the bathroom, not saying a word. Dolores was used to his silent treatment, her heartache long
A soft knock at the door, and there was Ann, holding a steaming plate of soup, all motherly warmth. “Mrs. Sherry, Mrs. Walcott made this especially the burned her handl cooking it. so make sure he drinks it all. She’s tough on the outside but a softie deep down. She might not say ilways worrying about him.”
get it. Ann. I’ll see to it Dolores replied softly, fully aware of the deep and delicate connection a mother had with her son,
Adam came out of the shower and spotted the hot soup on the coffee table.
Dolores nudged him. “Your mom made it. Have it while it’s hot”
He glanced at the plate with his usual indifference, made no move to drink it, didn’t even reply.
Feeling a rush of irritation, remembering Ann’s words and his years of ignoring her efforts, Dolores blurted out, “Adam, your mom got hurt making that soup. Can you really just sit there and ignore her like that?”
Adam looked at her, an enigmatic unile tugging at his lips, as if mocking or questioning. “Do you really give a damn whether I drink it or not?”
