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Twins For The CEO
img img Twins For The CEO img Chapter 8 Seven
8 Chapters
Chapter 12 Eleven img
Chapter 13 Twelve img
Chapter 14 Thirteen img
Chapter 15 Fourteen img
Chapter 16 Fifteen img
Chapter 17 Sixteen img
Chapter 18 Seventeen img
Chapter 19 Eighteen img
Chapter 20 Nineteen img
Chapter 21 Twenty img
Chapter 22 Twenty-one img
Chapter 23 Twenty-two img
Chapter 24 Twenty-three img
Chapter 25 Twenty-four img
Chapter 26 Twenty-five img
Chapter 27 Twenty-six img
Chapter 28 Twenty-seven img
Chapter 29 Twenty-eight img
Chapter 30 Twenty-nine img
Chapter 31 Thirty img
Chapter 32 Thirty-one img
Chapter 33 Thirty-two img
Chapter 34 Thirty-three img
Chapter 35 Thirty-four img
Chapter 36 Thirty-five img
Chapter 37 Thirty-six img
Chapter 38 Thirty-seven img
Chapter 39 Thirty-eight img
Chapter 40 Thirty-nine img
Chapter 41 Forty img
Chapter 42 Forty-one img
Chapter 43 Forty-two img
Chapter 44 Forty-three img
Chapter 45 Forty-four img
Chapter 46 Forty-five img
Chapter 47 Forty-six img
Chapter 48 Forty-seven img
Chapter 49 Forty-eight img
Chapter 50 Forty-nine img
Chapter 51 Fifty img
Chapter 52 Fifty-one img
Chapter 53 Fifty-two img
Chapter 54 Fifty-three img
Chapter 55 Fifty-four img
Chapter 56 Fifty-five img
Chapter 57 Fifty-six img
Chapter 58 Fifty-seven img
Chapter 59 Fifty-eight img
Chapter 60 Fifty-nine img
Chapter 61 Sixty img
Chapter 62 Sixty-one img
Chapter 63 Sixty-two img
Chapter 64 Sixty-three img
Chapter 65 Sixty-four img
Chapter 66 Sixty-five img
Chapter 67 Sixty-six img
Chapter 68 Sixty-seven img
Chapter 69 Sixty-eight img
Chapter 70 Sixty-nine img
Chapter 71 Seventy img
Chapter 72 Seventy-one img
Chapter 73 Seventy-two img
Chapter 74 Seventy-three img
Chapter 75 Seventy-four img
Chapter 76 Seventy-five img
Chapter 77 Seventy-six img
Chapter 78 Seventy-seven img
Chapter 79 Seventy-eight img
Chapter 80 Seventy-nine img
Chapter 81 Eighty img
Chapter 82 Eighty-one img
Chapter 83 Eighty-two img
Chapter 84 Eighty-three img
Chapter 85 Epilogue img
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Chapter 8 Seven

Asher was with his father again on one of those compulsory weekly visits he'd devoted for him, wishing he was anywhere but there, yet again.

The old man's condition was worsening, and with it came his incessant demand that Asher have a son. The man was nothing but a pest, Asher thought, staring at the machine that kept his father alive.

"I understand the problem, Asher. You don't think any woman is worthy. I don't either." His father spoke up, each word sounding like a sickly croak.

"Like your sisters. They have been nothing but leeches to me, such regrettable investments."

Asher was fuming. He didn't want a woman, because he knew a lot of them only wanted him for his money, but he would be damned if his father ever thought they were alike. His father hated women, even his daughters, so much that the only reasonable jobs in his company were never given to women. It was something Asher had begun to change and he was already seeing more female investors who had avoided the company before.

He did not remember much about his mother, only that while growing up, his father had been tough on him, but simply hateful and condescending towards his sisters and his mother. He constantly reminded them they were lucky to have him or they would have been out on the streets. It got so bad that one day, she just disappeared. There were even rumors that she'd killed herself.

"You don't understand anything so don't act like you do, father. If you ever wanted your daughters to amount to anything you could have tried to equip them with some skill and find them a position in the company, instead of simply setting them up with the sons of your rich friends."

He spat. He couldn't stand it when his father spoke ill of his sisters.

The old man's throaty laughter was painful to hear.

"Oh quit it already. That doesn't change anything. I'm not asking you to get married. I could even find you a woman who will get you a son. It is no longer news that my time left is short. I need to see the little man who will take over my legacy long after I'm gone."

"I don't need a child, father. I have many other needs that are more pressing than your obsession with a grandson. I'm too old to keep doing your bidding."

There was a glint in the old man's eyes.

"Are you really? Check that compartment, you'll see a drawer. Being me the file in it."

Asher did as he was asked, curiosity getting the best of him. He held the file up and read the contents, his blood beginning to boil.

"What is the meaning of this!" He thundered.

"Those are the conditions of my will, son. I assumed you could read. " The old man retorted sarcastically.

"Everything. The accounts, the company, the investments will be closed when you die? What kind of sick game is this? So just fuck me, huh?" Asher was furious. He looked ready to kick his father's life support, but that would only facilitate the working of the will.

"Yes, Asher. Until you get me an heir, my legacy dies with me."

Asher could not believe his ears. He knew his father was unreasonable, but not a straight up psychopath.

"What is your obsession with a grandson? Don't you already have a son? Me!"

"I have my reasons for doing the things I do."

Asher could not take it anymore. He knew that the more he stayed in that room with his father, the harder it would be to resist the urge to kick the man in his ugly face. The man wanted to control him even up until his death.

He left the house, angry, wondering why strangely, thoughts of Anne kept entering his mind.

***

The next few days passed by like a boring school play no one wanted to watch. Anne's routine was simple: get up in the morning, make breakfast, take the boys to school and go to the bakery in hopes that somehow, some customer would show up.

She would sit for hours, racking her brain to come up with some fix, some sales trick that would bring in a flux of customers, but none ever worked.

Lola began coming around more often, but not to see her. She spent hours with Jake instead and it hurt Anne more than she liked to admit. To remedy this, she told Jake she'd call him in whenever there was a customer, which was almost never.

The worst part of her day was in the evenings. Closing up the shop with no sales for the day hurt almost as much as being called a whore by Asher and not having heard from him in a long time. Often, she'd check her phone for some order at some mysterious address. She'd even gotten one, but it had turned out not to be him.

She knew she was not supposed to miss him. The man had brought her nothing but pain and shame during the short while they'd known each other and the cycle had just repeated. However, she could not deny the strong affection she still felt towards him and the way her body reacted to him and thoughts of him.

A week after her unsettling encounter with Asher, she woke up as usual and began to tidy up the house. As she made pancakes for breakfast, thoughts of Asher feeding her a cupcake flooded her mind. She unconsciously squeezed her legs together when she remembered the slow ascension of his fingers inside her, springing up feelings she couldn't fathom.

She shook her head. This was getting out of hand. Everything reminded her of him, but there was nothing she could do about it.

When she served breakfast to her children, Damien rushed his food, while Daniel kept staring at her.

"You don't like the food, Danny?" She asked.

He smiled, showing empty tooth holes. "I do. I'm so happy you stay with us more. We get to see you every morning."

"Yeah. That's right!" Damien said with his mouth full.

Anne smiled, her heart getting warmer.

Asher may have left her with pain and shame, but this was something he'd left which she would never give up.

When she saw the notice sign stating that her rent had expired, Anne promised herself to shut the bakery down entirely after that day. She tore up the sign into several pieces and tossed them into the dustbin.

She made the final plans for the day. Packing up the bags of flour, sugar and other condiments would not only be difficult but painful as well, as this bakery had been her life's work. But she was done spending her time, money and energy on something that wasn't bringing forth any kind of profit.

She kept her children in mind. At least, before she would find something doing, she would spend the holidays with them.

When she was done packing the edible condiments, she heard the familiar chime from the door.

She moved carefully from the kitchen, wondering if maybe this was a sign she shouldn't completely shut down the bakery.

She stood transfixed as she stared at the door at the last person she expected to see that day.

He couldn't see her but she watched him walk up to one of the chairs she'd thankfully cleaned up that morning and sit down, waiting to be served. He looked distracted and she wondered if he even knew it was her bakery he'd entered.

She swallowed and walked to him, feeling jittery from his very presence alone. He stared up at her with no form of recognition on his face.

"What would you like, sir?" She asked politely.

"You." Asher responded quietly and held her hand.

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