ALL MY HEART WANTS IS YOU

CHAPTER 8 - AN OVERPROTECTIVE BOSS

SARAH

"Mum. Come on!" Oscar, the first of my triplets drawled. "Let's go out. We've been in here all day and there's lots of fun things to do out there," he added.

"Yeah mum," Owen chimed in.

He was the last of them but shared a love for fun and adventure with Oscar. "You and uncle Denzel said we'd have lots of fun while here on vacation and I need you to make good on that promise," he finished and I turned to look at my eight year old son who was sounding like a teenager already.

"Relax boys, we'll go out OK? I promise," I said. "Mummy just needs to sort out some things."

Oscar and Owen let out little groans but Oliver, the second and ever peace loving one of the trio remained quiet and watched his two brothers throw tantrums.

I had really planned a lot of fun things for my little soldiers for this little vacation. I had planned walks to the parks, tours to places that held meaning for me and even dinners at lounges with exceptional views, but now if I was being honest, I wanted nothing more than to stay holed up and hidden away in this hotel room. Sure I had made up my mind to stop running away from my past tormentors just last night but come on, one didn't make resolves and just start living by them. Resolves got crumbled and rebuilt all the time. As I racked my brain for a solution to the murmurs of my boys, it crossed my mind that I could take them to my parents. After all, part of my reasons for deciding to stay had been to allow them to enjoy the loving and doting of their grandparents and the other members of the somewhat large Robinson family.

I bit my lower lip as I contemplated the idea. Argh! I hated this! I needed my Chica right now! Layla always had a trick up her sleeve to keep these bundles of energy entertained wherever they were. Besides, thinking of what to do for them while contemplating my next decision and move was starting to stir a headache I wasn't sure I wanted to deal with.

I remembered how for lack of better judgement, I had rashly told Bryan the triplets were his and I let out a sigh.

"Oh Sarah Robinson, you still lack the ability to make better decisions, don't you?" I muttered to myself.

I remembered the determination in his voice before he had left eventually and I let out another sigh. What if he was really determined to chase me and the triplets and win us over? Surprisingly my mind brought back the memory of the kiss we had shared and much to my annoyance, I flushed. I frowned immediately and remembered his arrogant words to me. What was it he had said again? He'd leave but he wanted, no, needed me to know that he wouldn't be letting me go? Like he had me in the first place! Bold of him to sound like he did!

Unbidden, the rest of his speech came back to me and I couldn't help but flush again.

"You might not understand this but it was you then, it was still you when you disappeared and it still is you now that you're back. It's just always been you Sarah."

I willed the thought away and my anger returned. He was damned right. I didn't understand it. The nerve of the man. Following me to my hotel and talking to me like he had some right over me! It was a good thing I had decided to stay. I would stay and live as wildly as I wanted and that would send him a much needed message: sure we had drunkenly had a one nightstand eight years ago and he was the father to my three sweethearts but that gave him no right or hold of any sort over me! I would get out there again and live as wild as I could to let him know I was a free single mother who was hot enough to mingle. At thirty-one I had a body even teenage girls would kill for and I knew I could effortlessly have men lined up at my door if I wanted to. Yeah. That would surely keep him away from me, I decided with a naughty smile on my face.

I paused and looked at Oscar, Oliver and Owen who were now gathered together and engrossed in whatever had their attention on their iPads.

But then it hit me. Even if I succeeded in sending a message to him and keeping him away from me, I couldn't do that with the triplets. Now that the secret was out I had no doubts that I wouldn't be able to just pack up and whisk my kids away from Bryan. For one thing, Bryan had always possessed a stubborn determination and from his voice the previous night, I was certain there was no where I would be able to hide myself and the kids away from him on the surface of the Earth. And then again, my kids deserved a relationship with their father and I had no doubt Bryan would do an excellent job at being a father. He had always possessed good nurturing traits right from our college days.

As I continued my alternating between different lines of thoughts I heard a knock on the door of my hotel room. I got out of bed and went over to open the door. Denzel was standing in front of me with a smile on his face and I couldn't help but smile back. I noticed he had his hands at his back and I rolled my eyes fondly knowing he had definitely come bearing treats for me and the boys.

"Hey D," I said as I turned around and walked back into the room.

"Good morning Star," he responded as he followed after me and I heard the door shut behind him. He was dressed in black leather jacket, a black T-shirt and a pair of khakis a combination which was a far cry away from his choice of a teal T-shirt and a pair of jean trousers the day before and seeing how Layla had taken out time to harass his muscles just the previous night, I couldn't resist teasing him about it.

"I see you're taking measures to protect yourself if Layla decides to give another video call today, huh?" I said and he let out a small groan. I couldn't help but laugh. Layla could be very uncensored sometimes and Denzel unfortunately was always on the receiving end of most of her assaults.

It didn't take long before the triplets were all over him, hyped up for whatever treats he had come bearing this time. Eventually he let them have the bags and they were soon tearing into doughnuts covered with chocolates and sprinkles. With their treats in their hands, they soon returned their attention to their iPads and Denzel turned to me.

"Are you fine, Star?" he asked as he handed me a cup of coffee which I accepted.

"I don't know," I responded. "I really do want to stay on in Los Angeles and allow my kids connect with family," I paused then went on "but I can already tell Bryan will be a big problem for me."

Denzel studied me for a few minutes then spoke up.

"Then I'll handle him and ensure he won't be a problem to you," he said and his voice held an edge I had never heard before. I frowned and looked up at him.

"What do you plan to do? File a restraint order?" I asked with a small uneasy laugh. Something about Denzel's voice and the look in his eyes made me uneasy.

"No dear, just leave it to me," he said and though I said nothing again, I couldn't help but feel unsettled.

What on earth was Denzel planning to do to Bryan?