Ethan Anderson was the biggest player on earth. Not only that, but he continue to conquer the business industry. His player ways soon change when he gets married to Skylar Smith at the age of twenty-two.
At first everything was sunshine and rainbows...
"What were you saying?" I ask. His eyes widen as the airplane lands.
"We are in New York." I smile and watch him push his face against the window.
"Come on, let's go get our bags." I unbuckle his seatbelt and wait for the crowd to move out of the way. I make sure not to leave anything behind and secure my hands around Xander.
"Ready to see our new home?" Xander nods his head frantically.
"Hoo." I reach for my carry-on and make my way towards the exit.
After struggling with Xander and my luggage, I come face to face with George. I smile as I wave at him.
George hasn't left my side and hasn't mentioned anything to Ethan, which I'm really grateful for.
"Come this way Ms. Smith." He smiles.
I give him a big smile and follow him.
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After settling down in our temporary house, I start looking around.
It consist of two floors. It is light blue and has two rooms with each one having their own bathroom and a balcony to the main room.
When you enter the house, to your left is the living room and to your right there is a small shoe racket. Then walking further down the hall, you could spot the kitchen and the backyard.
It was small but cozy.
"Xander are you hungry?" I ask placing Xander in a chair.
"Layy?" His baby blue eyes wait for my answer.
Layla is thirty-seven years old, and has been like a second mother to me. She is currently Xander's nanny.
She should be arriving at any minute. She will be staying with us for at least two weeks before she has to head back to her family. It was difficult to convince her to move in with us. In the end, she agreed.
"She'll arrive here in two hours. Be patient." I hold up two fingers in front of him.
I turn around and open a cabinet taking out some cookies.
My dad's assistant mentioned something about having snacks in the drawers and other necessities around the house.
I spin around to face Xander and place the cookies on the table. I open the lid and grab one for myself.
"Dadda?" My eyes widen slightly. We have been hearing and seeing a bunch of New York signs all over the place.
"Very soon baby. But not now okay." He smiles and gives me a hug.
I honestly don't know what I will do if Ethan finds out he has a kid.
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Layla arrived at the right time.
It was around five pm, which gave me an hour to get ready. I have to leave at six to make it on time.
Thankfully, I didn't have to worry about Xander as I took a shower and did my hair.
I decided on wearing a light champagne dress that hugged my hips and had a slit on the side.
I was scared for my boobs but I manage to tighten the dress at the top.
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I felt gorgeous and sexy all at once. I was proud of myself. After giving birth to Xander, I went through a second depression phase. But of course, Elliot dragged me to the gym to get rid of my bad energy.
I decided to go for a smoky eye look. My light blue eyes were slightly glowing. For my hair, I decided to straighten it. And for my jewelry, I went for something shiny but simple.
I glance at the clock and almost trip over my heels.
"I'm going to be late." I mumble. I slip both my feet inside my heels and steady myself before I speed walk to where Layla and Xander are watching TV.
I shove my phone inside my tiny purse and kiss Xander on the head.
"I will be arriving around midnight. If there is an emergency do not hesitate to call me. Okay?" Layla nods but her eyes are traveling down my body.
"Good God Sky! You are gorgeous." Both Layla and Xander clap for me as I twirl around.
"Thank you!" I smile.
"Don't let him sleep that late today. You can order a pizza, but only today because we still need to go buy food," Layla nods and waves her hand at me.
"Go! You are going to be late sweetie."
"Thank you!" I grab my long-black-jacket and send a thank you to George, who left his car in my driveway.
"Time to party." I laugh at my words and drive off.
