Talia's POV



When Ken got back, a whole new wave of feelings washed over me. As much as I wasn't entirely feeling Ken, I felt filthy. Like he doesn't deserve me. Someone who is still very stuck on their ex, worse still, an ex who took their life.

Margo excused herself as quickly as she could, muttering something about her seeing me the next day.

'Hey." I said when it was just Ken and I left.


'Hey baby." Ken replied, kissing me on my cheeks. 'How was your day?" He asked.

'You're the one who's been out for hours. I should be asking you that." I replied to Ken, playing with multiple strands of his curls with my fingers. Ken liked when I did that.


'Oh well, quite productive. Hope you didn't miss me much?" He replied and asked teasingly.

'I didn't. Only thought about you like ninety-nine times throughout the day." I made a face that almost made him burst out laughing.

'That's okay. You didn't make it to a hundred." Ken joked before bursting out in laughter and swooping me up with as much ease as he would the baby.

I couldn't believe I was so light, I rather concluded that Ken was just too strong.

He threw me on the bed and lay on top of me.

I started to feel the nerves. I didn't love Ken at the time. Admittedly, he was one gorgeous, hot, sexy excuse for a man, but so was Vance. So was Kael…

It was too much baggage. I felt nasty every single time Ken thought it was time to push further and want to get intimate with me.

It made me feel things other than pleasure.

The shameless bit about it is that I get wet sometimes fantasizing how good he would be in bed. That's the furthest my spirit could go. It hurt me every time to disappoint him, and sadly, he was getting used to it.

'I'm sorry." I said after pushing him off, but not until he was able to steal some kisses. He was a little more persistent and I felt bad but I couldn't be that way with him.

'I'll just check on the baby and head to bed." It was smarter to use my room so I don't have to deal with Ken's nocturnal erection. It pokes me in my bottom, making me wish it was inside me sometimes. I have crazy fantasies about drugging Ken and sexing him. But it's as crazy as it sounds. Ken literally would submit to it. I was the hindrance. It's a weird thing that I couldn't explain to anyone, not even Margo. I wanted to be penetrated by him, but without his knowledge.

The baby was babbling contentedly with her personal nurse taking watch over her. That meant I could sleep as long as I wanted, uninterrupted.

But I was going to see Vance tomorrow, albeit later in the afternoon. I had promised the nurse extra pay for the overtime she was going to be doing. Although Margo was supposed to come in the morning to help out, I didn't want to leave either of them without assistance.

I managed to shift all the ever present thoughts of 'what next?" to the most recluse part of my mind and steal some hours of sleep.

Even my dream had a lot of elements from my present. Filled with marriage, happily ever afters, bashed hopes and promise, betrayals, revenge, blood, babies, hurts, graves and tombstones, joyride in fancy cars.

I finally woke up in a pool of my own sweat and according to the bedside clock, it was just minutes past five at dawn.

It was still quite dark and chilly, but not lonely if the crickets counted as company. As I drifted gradually out of sleep, the sounds of the crickets who were probably attracted by the flowers Kens palace had, cheered me gracefully out of slumber, leaving me wide awake and staring into the oblivion.

I, for a moment, thought about going to Ken to somehow apologize for last night. He was obviously getting bored with the ‘take it slow' flow, and it was quite understandable. Isla, whose body I'm in, was his wife. They slept together, even had a kid to show for it. It's crazy to think she would want to take anything slow after being granted a second chance with the love of her life, most especially not when she had lost the first and had only Ken to hold on to.

But there was no point. Settlement could only mean that I'd concur. My brain started aching. I felt my thoughts make a crack in my head.

Then my mind went to Vance. I'm going to be seeing him, and that's a good thing. But what really is my game play.

I needed something solid. Something I could hold as a map or blueprint so I don't get caught up in my emotions or with him. Vance is charming, and while I wanted to use that against him, I am not going to be going down with it.

It's just been ten months. If Nadia had had his child, I definitely would have known.

An heir is the one thing that made Vance act out of common sense. The one thing he wanted so badly that made him sacrifice me.

That part hurt to think about.

Maybe I could use that.

Since he wanted a son so badly, I was willing to give him. All I have to do is play the pitiful little rouge wolf and let him feel some measure of responsibility over me.

It definitely would not be long till Vance wants to touch the hole I pee from. Nadia and him never really made a good couple, so I didn't expect that she would be enough reason to reject me. Not especially when I tell him I've had a kid who died. That part is the only little lie I'd be throwing into the mix. Although it's not totally untrue. I, Isla rather, has those beautiful little stretch marks over her stomach which are unmistakable signs of a once protruded stomach.

But that would mean Vance would see me naked, and not just that…