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💖MY EX MY LOVER💖
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Kate POV 💋
One year later.......
Rolling to my side, I reached out an arm expecting to find Jason asleep next to me, but my hands met cool sheets. Still groggy with sleep, I opened my eyes and glanced at the bedside alarm clock. It was seven in the morning. The heavy drapes drawn across the glass walls of the bedroom blocked the sunlight from streaming in.
Sitting up, I reached for the digital keyboard that was on the bedside stand. A quick press of a button and the drapes silently drew back, flooding the room in sunlight. From my spot on the bed, I had a breathtaking view of Los Angeles skyline through the glass walls.
Soon after we returned from our honeymoon in The Maldives, Jason had bought the sprawling mansion we were living in now. It was located in an ultra-exclusive part of Bel Air and consisted of fifteen bedrooms, a 50- seat movie theatre, bowling alley, fully stocked wine cellar, a spa and a fitness center.
Stifling a yawn, I pulled back the covers off my body and got out of the bed. After freshening up in the marble bathroom, I put on a pair of boy shorts and an oversized cashmere sweater and took the elevator downstairs.
I found Annie in the gourmet kitchen making breakfast. She informed me Jason was in the garden so I went outside. Our backyard consisted of a large swimming pool that came with slides, rock waterfall, and a swim up bar. There were also pool side cabanas, two large Jacuzzis under a gazebo, a fully stocked outdoor kitchen and dining area, and a sunken gas fire pit with seating.
The mansion came with two gardens; one formal and the other informal. The formal garden had sweeping lawns, rose topiaries, symmetrical hedges, ornamental ponds and water fountains.
I headed to the informal garden which consisted of a jogging track, a basketball court and a tennis court that doubled up as a helipad. The sweet, summery scent of roses, jasmine, and Bougainvillea filled the air and I inhaled deeply, enjoying the early morning breeze.
I found Jason at the back of the garden, his attention focused on the punching bag hung from a tree as he pummeled it with his gloved fists. He was shirtless and barefoot, clad only in a pair of black gym shorts that sat low on his hips. The sharp lines of his jaw were roughened with stubble and with his hair mussed up sexily and those delicious abs on display, he looked good enough to eat.
My eyes went to the toddler sitting cross-legged on the grass a few feet away from him. Our three-year-old daughter, Vivienne Perez. We had adopted her from Kenya seven months ago.
She was clad in yellow pajamas that contrasted beautifully with her ebony complexion. There was a small easel in front of her with a canvas. Her face, framed by natural afro curls, was scrunched up in concentration as she dipped a brush into her color palette and raised it to the canvas.
The section of the garden we were in had been transformed into a play area for Vivienne. There was a swing set, slides, see-saws and a tree house. There was also a custom-built go-kart track so that she could drive her ride on battery cars. We wanted her to spend as much time playing outdoors instead of being indoors.
Vivienne glanced up, seeing me walking towards her, and immediately got up and raced towards me. "Mommy. Guess what?"
With a laugh, I scooped her up in my arms. "What?"
