{MATURE} 

A single mother, Katherine Prescott was the perfect definition of a B3 classy lady—beautiful, brainy, and brave. She worked her ass off to ensure her children never lacked, building a name for herself while running from the unwanted attachment of the past.

But when the past she thought she’d left behind the day she fled with her babies came crashing against the walls she’d built—six years later—everything she buried resurfaced.

What if the forgotten spark and desires kept pulling her back into the very past she wanted to forget? What if her babies wouldn’t stop asking about their father? Can she really give him a second chance at love… and risk losing herself to passion again?

Aaron Knight was a celebrity. He never believed he’d see her again. But there she was—still breathtaking, still beautiful as ever. He wasn’t letting her go this time. He would get her back, by hook or by crook.

Two problems: he was married… and she was already a mother.

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"Aaron, please... you have to help me," Katherine begged, tears streaming down her face. "Jasmine's life depends on it. She needs your blood, and I'll do anything... just please."

Aaron’s expression was stoic, but the flicker in his eyes betrayed his emotions. "Why should I help you, Katherine? What's in it for me?"

Katherine's gaze locked onto his, her voice barely above a whisper. "The twins... they're yours, Aaron. The pregnancy from six years ago."

Silence fell. Aaron’s face twisted—shock first, then anger.
"And you denied it when I asked," he growled, fists clenched.

Katherine nodded, tears falling harder. "I was scared, Aaron. I didn’t know what to do."

His anger slowly faded, replaced by a deep, quiet sadness. He stepped closer. "I’ll help Jasmine. But on one condition."

Katherine’s breath caught. "Anything, Aaron. Please."

His voice was low, husky. "I want the kids to know I’m their father. And... I want you to go on a date with me. Once a week. For as long as I want."
He gently caressed her face.

Katherine’s face paled, but she nodded, her voice trembling. "Okay..."

"I'll do it," Aaron said, his voice full of conviction as his hand caressed Katherine's back softly, hoping to reassure her that he was here for her.


Katherine, in his embrace, still holding on to the front of his shirt, abruptly blinked dumbfounded at him, her eyes widened. "What?"


Aaron pulled her gently up, making sure she was well balanced as he smiled softly, his long lashes fanning his face. "I'll help. I'll donate my blood," he explained, and Katherine nodded slowly like she was still processing his words.


And Katherine's breath caught in her throat. Of course, there had to be conditions—if he was not Aaron Knight? Her lashes trembled as she nodded slightly, bracing herself for what he would ask. "Name them," she muttered dejectedly. She was relieved earlier when he said he'd do it, then the conditions came in.


Chapter 22 - His Conditions