When high-school sweethearts Joanna Guelas and Cruz Forman are reunited over an interview, their once lost love flame is reignited. As they enter unexplored caves of satisfaction, they are thrown into the deepest pits of hells, with the flames of th...
"Danielle, Adam, this is Cruz Forman." "The one who holds Jo's heart Captive." Adam says. "A pleasure to meet you." "The pleasure is all mine, Jo has told me so much about the both of you." "I guess she's suffering with Stockholm's syndrome!! Nice to finally meet you, Cruz." Danielle says as she wraps her hands around him. "Dan!!" I hush, embarrassed. "He knows I'm kidding. Right, Cruz?" "Yes, ma'am." "Ma'am? Please, call me Danielle." "Okay, Danielle." We tell them about Esmay, and they're overjoyed. I take Danielle to see my wedding dress and she insists that I try it on. Her reaction is the same as Liv's, but Danielle lets the tears flow. "Knock knock-" Cruz opens the door. "DON'T COME IN!!! I have my dress on!!!" "Shit." "What do you want, baby?" "Lauren is coming." "Whose Lauren?" "Esmay's social worker." "Shit. SHIT." "We don't have the nursery set up!!" "I'll be out in five minutes.''
Danielle helps me to take off the dress. Can she just show up anytime she wants to? Cruz and I run upstairs to try and set up the room where all Esmay's things are dumped. I open the door and- "Surprise." Graham says. It's beautiful- Her name on the wall, the crib, the paint, the toys. All her little clothes in the closet.
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"We did this for you both, and Esmay of course. We've seen how the both of you fell for her, so this is the least Tyler and I could-" "Thank you, bro. Really. She has the best uncles."
Cruz pulls him into an embrace as I admire- EVERYTHING. I hug him, tight. Choking back my tears. They do and have done so much for me. I don't know where I would be without them.
"Hi, Mr and Mrs Forman?" "That's us. Well, we will be in a week." He replies as he extends his hand. "I'm Doctor Lauren Herrera- Esmay's social worker- they request us to do surprise visits and inspections like this, I hope I'm not interrupting anything-" She looks at my shirt. Shit. It's upside down. Cruz tries hard to contain his laugh as I put my shirt on- the right way. "I'm sorry, I was in the shower when I heard you were coming over." I turn crimson. "I apologize- I won't keep you long, I just want to look around, may I?" She's pretty- tall, brown hair, long face, should be in her mid thirties. She's italian too. "Sure, sure. Come in." I wave my hand as Cruz tugs the hem of my shirt. "Nice one." He says, as he looks as if he's going to burst out laughing. "Shut the fuck up." He holds out his hands in surrender and we follow Lauren. She looks at every nook and cranny. "So- how much left to pay for this house?" She directs her question to Cruz. "Actually, this house is my fiancé's." He looks at me with his sparkly eyes. "Oh..." She looks pale. "You seem rather young to take a home loan. Especially on such a big house." The fuck? "Actually, I bought this land, and built this house from scratch. About three years ago. I don't owe anything, to anyone." "This house is on your name?" "Indeed it is." She drops her head, and continues to walk. "Wow. That was hot." He says. I wink at him and he gives me that dont-try-me-I-will-fuck-you-infront-of-the-social-worker look. "Nice view you have here. And I see a playset is already set up.
