Twins For The CEO

compulsory weekly visits he'd devoted for him,

ant demand that Asher have a son. The man was nothing but a pest,

any woman is worthy. I don't either." His father

een nothing but leeches to me,

ever thought they were alike. His father hated women, even his daughters, so much that the only reasonable jobs in his company were never gi

nd condescending towards his sisters and his mother. He constantly reminded them they were lucky to have him or they would ha

ters to amount to anything you could have tried to equip them with some skill and find them a

nd it when his father sp

oaty laughter was

ould even find you a woman who will get you a son. It is no longer news that my time left

ds that are more pressing than your obsession with a

lint in the o

ompartment, you'll see a draw

the best of him. He held the file up and re

aning of this!"

l, son. I assumed you could read. "

t kind of sick game is this? So just fuck me, huh?" Asher was furious. He looked ready t

u get me an heir, my

e knew his father was unreasonable,

ith a grandson? Don't you

ons for doing t

om with his father, the harder it would be to resist the urge to kick the m

ering why strangely, thoughts

*

ne's routine was simple: get up in the morning, make breakfast, take the boys to

e up with some fix, some sales trick that would b

ke instead and it hurt Anne more than she liked to admit. To remedy this, she to

much as being called a whore by Asher and not having heard from him in a long time. Often, she'd check her

he short while they'd known each other and the cycle had just repeated. However, she could not deny th

ncakes for breakfast, thoughts of Asher feeding her a cupcake flooded her mind. She unconsciously squeezed her legs t

f hand. Everything reminded her of him, bu

children, Damien rushed his food,

the food, Dann

"I do. I'm so happy you stay with us m

t!" Damien said wi

her heart get

d shame, but this was something he'd

romised herself to shut the bakery down entirely after that day. She t

d not only be difficult but painful as well, as this bakery had been her life's work. But she was d

before she would find something doing,

dible condiments, she heard the

ndering if maybe this was a sign she sho

ed at the door at the last perso

ankfully cleaned up that morning and sit down, waiting to be served. He looke

ry from his very presence alone. He stared up

like, sir?" She

ponded quietly a