79\u2013Baxter Tricked Me Into Going Back Home\u00a0<\/p>\n
Madeline:\u00a0<\/p>\n
I had worn the color that suited me best- brown.\u00a0<\/p>\n
I wore a long dress with netted brown sleeves that flowed gracefully. The neckline was slightly deep, but not distasteful.\u00a0<\/p>\n
A single diamond pendant and matching earrings completed my look, and my makeup was done beautifully.\u00a0<\/p>\n
While Nina prepared the kids, little Bodhi wore a small brown suit, and the other two girls dressed in brown\u2013and- white frocks.\u00a0<\/p>\n
They wanted to match me, and I loved it.\u00a0<\/p>\n
As I stepped out of the room in my elegant white stilettos, I noticed Baxter entering the suite.\u00a0<\/p>\n
For a moment, I froze. He wore a black suit, entirely black, which made his features stand out even more.\u00a0<\/p>\n
I hated how attractive he was. His tall, broad shoulders could make anyone lose their breath.\u00a0<\/p>\n
By anyone, I meant everyone because when I turned, I caught Nina staring at him before quickly focusing back on fixing Bodhi\u2019s hair.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cUncle Baxter is here!\u201d Bodhi exclaimed, rushing from Nina to wrap his arms around Baxter\u2019s legs.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Baxter lifted him easily, showing affection. The attention he gave the kids always made them adore him.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cHey, you look like a gentleman,\u201d Baxter remarked as he held Bodhi under his arms and lifted him high in the air.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Bodhi laughed at how effortlessly Baxter raised him. In his arms, Bodhi looked tiny.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Then came Elara, and without showing any favoritism, Baxter put Bodhi down and picked her up, tossing her lightly before catching her again as she giggled.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Then it was Gina\u2019s turn. The three children kept him busy for nearly five minutes while I struggled with my\u00a0<\/p>\n
bracelet.\u00a0<\/p>\n
When the kids finally ran off to grab their squishy toys, Baxter walked over to me.\u00a0<\/p>\n
His thick brow lifted slightly as he gave me a brief glance from head to toe, as if studying every curve.\u00a0<\/p>\n
It made me lower my gaze, pretending to focus on the bracelet.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Without saying a word, he stepped closer, just a foot away, and reached for the bracelet, taking it from my hand.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Before I could protest, he was already fastening it around my wrist.\u00a0<\/p>\n
His fingertips brushed lightly against my skin, sending goosebumps up my arm.\u00a0<\/p>\n
When he finished, I pulled my hand back and took a deep breath.\u00a0<\/p>\n
I\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cI asked you to join the dinner, not to upstage someone,\u201d he murmured, his tone low enough to make me frown, wondering if I\u2019d heard him correctly.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cSo, what time will the others arrive?\u201d I asked, trying to start a conversation to ease the awkwardness hanging\u00a0<\/p>\n
between us.\u00a0<\/p>\n
1\/3\u00a0<\/p>\n
213\u00a0<\/p>\n
wist in karttan Into Ching kitoms\u00a0<\/p>\n
125 Bonus\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cHuh?\u201d Baxter replied, sounding a little lost.\u00a0<\/p>\n
He seemed to have been staring too long.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cThe others. You said they were coming too, What time are they arriving?\u201d I asked again, this time more confidently, straightening my posture as I looked at him.\u00a0<\/p>\n
He stayed silent for a moment, then cleared his throat, and I already knew what was coming\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cAre you serious?\u201d I asked in disbelief before he could even make up an excuse for them.\u00a0<\/p>\n
He shifted uncomfortably.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cWell, my mother suggested it would be better if the friends have a gathering some other day. This time we\u2019re only inviting family.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
I rolled my eyes at him.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cYou said there were others going to be present,\u201d I complained.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cI know what I said, but why do you care? I\u2019ll be there with you. Besides, everyone\u2019s ready now, so can you just not start all this?\u201d he complained, sounding like I was ruining his night.\u00a0<\/p>\n
The thing was, I hated deception.\u00a0<\/p>\n
And it seemed like he had planned this carefully, just so he could take me to dinner.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cBaxter, if my mood sours or my children suffer, you\u2019ll be hearing the end of it,\u201d I warned him.\u00a0<\/p>\n
He shook his head and rolled his eyes, as if thinking I was talking nonsense.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cJust because you look good doesn\u2019t mean you get to threaten me,\u201d he muttered weakly, not even meeting my\u00a0<\/p>\n
eyes.\u00a0<\/p>\n
His sudden compliment froze me for a minute.\u00a0<\/p>\n
My kids followed Baxter and I followed them to his car.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Soon, we reached the lobby and stepped outside into the parking lot.\u00a0<\/p>\n
The kids climbed into the back seat while I sat in the passenger seat.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cDon\u2019t stress out. I told you I\u2019ll be there to take care of things,\u201d he reassured again.\u00a0<\/p>\n
I didn\u2019t respond. I didn\u2019t want to talk to him at that moment.\u00a0<\/p>\n
If it were up to me, I would never have gone back to that place.\u00a0<\/p>\n
But he said that, as a father, he wanted the kids to be part of his happiness.\u00a0<\/p>\n
The truth was, I had still planned to refuse.\u00a0<\/p>\n
The only reason I agreed was because I thought that maybe, while he was promising to handle everything, I could finally ask my father about my mother.\u00a0<\/p>\n
The rest of the drive passed in silence.\u00a0<\/p>\n
When we arrived, I realized the dinner wasn\u2019t somewhere else, it was at my home.\u00a0<\/p>\n
2\/3\u00a0<\/p>\n
79\u2013Baxter Tricked Me into Going Back Home\u00a0<\/p>\n
+25 Bonus\u00a0<\/p>\n
Or,\u00a0<\/p>\n
to put it better, at Yuvonne\u2019s house, because I was never treated as the daughter of that home.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Flashback:\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cOw, my arm hurts!\u201d I screamed as my stepmother grabbed me by the arm and dragged me toward the door.\u00a0<\/p>\n
I was only six years old. I didn\u2019t know anything.\u00a0<\/p>\n
I was afraid of the dark, but she was going to punish me by making me stand outside for the rest of the night.\u00a0<\/p>\n
From there, I could hear the howling of wolves and the barking of stray dogs in the neighborhood.\u00a0<\/p>\n
I looked for my father, but I knew he wouldn\u2019t care.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Karla pulled me to the door and kicked me in the back, making me fall onto the front porch.\u00a0<\/p>\n
My little hands turned red from hitting the ground.\u00a0<\/p>\n
As soon as I caught my breath and tried to turn back to rush inside, she slammed the door shut.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Her voice came from the other side.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cIf you\u2019re going to stay in my house, you better learn to follow my orders. For tonight, stay outside and think about your behavior,\u201d Karla shouted.\u00a0<\/p>\n
I hugged myself tightly, my lips trembling as my eyes wandered through the darkness, searching for any sign of danger.\u00a0<\/p>\n
All I could think about was what she meant by \u201cmy behavior.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
What had happened was that Yuvonne had been bullying me, hitting me,\u00a0<\/p>\n
For the first time, I went to my father and asked him to tell her to stop.\u00a0<\/p>\n
That was my mistake. That was why I was being punished.\u00a0<\/p>\n
I didn\u2019t feel like this was my home. That night, I realized it never was.\u00a0<\/p>\n
End of Flashback:\u00a0<\/p>\n
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Ruby Walker is a rising voice in the world of romance and spicy fiction. With a gift for weaving deep emotions, sizzling chemistry, and unexpected twists, her stories are a blend of passion and drama that captivate readers from start to finish. Ruby\u2019s writing style is bold and irresistible\u2014perfect for those who crave intense, addictive love stories.<\/p>\n
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