Mending Broken Pieces 2

Chapter 1

As her heart thumped to the pattern of her feet, the cold breeze against her skin did nothing to cool her down. It had been a while since she went for a run around her gated community and recently she felt that her old habits were coming back. Six long years. It took six long years to get the result that stared back at her every morning.

Neveah stopped in front of her house breathing hard trying to catch her breath. Looking down at her Fitbit, she stopped the time on the watch and groaned. "Shit, twenty minutes over," she mumbled to herself. Neveah was determined not to go backwards because she had come so far to become the woman she was today.

Trekking through the spacious foyer of her home, she made her way to the kitchen. She went over to the see through cabinets to grab a glass for some water. Before she could get some out of the fridge, she felt a presence behind her. She shook her head and glanced over her shoulders. Turning back around, she rolled her eyes and smirked while opening the fridge.

Philip was standing there in his Armani suit with his briefcase beside him. Of course, looking dapper as ever. "Are you going to ignore me?"

"What are you doing here?" She finally questioned him, turning back around and leaning up against the cool marble countertops.

Neveah looked him up and down, letting her eyes roam his muscular frame. As the years went by it seemed like Phillip just got finer. His once tamed mustache was now a growing beard. The designer suit did nothing to hide his muscular shoulders. She watched from where she stood as his long legs carried him forward. He placed his briefcase on the island in front of her. Even being in a magazine as one of the most sexiest eligible bachelors, the world knew he was extremely good looking. Even though he was far from a bachelor.

Phillip's dark gaze met hers as he crossed his arms against his broad chest. "I just came back from a meeting," he began. "I'll be going back into the office for the rest of the day, but you weren't answering my phone calls. You good?"

Neveah shrugged her shoulders. "As good as I'll ever be," she muttered.

Phillip breathed out a heavy sigh and shook his head at her attitude, wondering in the back of his mind 'why'.

As she walked away from him, his hand shot out, seizing her wrist. "Don't do that," he sighed. "I know you're not good Neveah and the sooner we talk about it, the better it will be for us. For our family."

"I just want to forget about everything and go back to work."

"We've already talked about this last night. I don't think you're ready to go back to work and deal with the pressure baby. I think you should take some time off for a while and just get your mind right."

Rolling her chestnut brown eyes, Neveah snickered. "It really isn't your decision if I should stay home or not."

"Actually it is, since I'm technically your boss."

She knew that would come up soon. Being the strong and domineering man that he was, Phillip would eventually pull the card of being the boss. Although he thought that it would stop her from pestering him, it didn't. She had a one track mind to get back to her normal routine and away from him hovering and calling her all day every day.

Most days she found herself slipping into a state of boredom. It was frustrating and sometimes she worried that it would cause her to go in a quick and deep stage of depression. With everything in her, she had to fight against her mental state. It wasn't just about her. She wished that he would understand. Clearly he wasn't getting it.

Neveah had been home for two weeks now. Waking up to Phillip already being gone was new to her. She was used to waking up first, getting their day started together. Now, he was gone and she was left with her wandering thoughts and the emptiness of their home. Enough was enough.