“Peyton, I don’t understand why you’re asking me these questions. I wouldn’t be here if I didn’t want those things. They’re the reason I came back. They’re the reason I want you back.” “But what if I don’t want those things anymore?” she asked quietly. “What? Of course, you do. I know you, Peyton. You live for this stuff. You have been telling me for two years how much you are looking forward to our life together.” “You know, I’ve done a bit of soul-searching since you’ve been gone,” she said. “And I’ve come to realize that maybe I don’t want those things after all. I thought I wanted them, but it turns out, not so much. I liked the idea of being married to you. I liked the idea of being Mrs. Dale Hawthorn. But do you know what I’ve learned? I learned that I had this idea in my head of how my life was supposed to look, but it wasn’t really what I wanted. I thought it was what I should want. I thought it was what a woman like me should aspire to. But I realize now that t
“You here, Frankie?” Finn called as he let himself into his uncle’s apartment. He heard a grunt coming from the direction of Frankie’s den and headed that way. There was music playing, but not the Dean Martin or Sammy Davis Junior that Finn would have expected to hear. It sounded more like a funeral dirge and probably was if Finn knew his uncle at all. It didn't bode well for what he would find when he reached the den. Finn stood on the threshold and looked into the dark room. The smell of stale cigars and unwashed body filled his nose and he held back a sigh. It had been a couple of days since he'd come by to see Frankie and he should have realised something was wrong when he hadn't heard from him. Frankie lived life large and when he was flying high, he was always bugging Finn to go to some party or club or other. But when Frankie hit a rough patch, he hid away like an old hermit. Finn had been so preoccupied with his own life that he hadn't even realized his uncle had been inco
Finn stalked into Carter’s office and closed the door firmly. Carter looked up from his desk and rolled his eyes. “What now?” “I can’t do it,” Finn said, throwing himself into his customary chair. “She knows, Carter. Peyton knows who I am and what I do. She knows everything.” “Is she the one who punched you?” Carter asked, leaning back in his chair. “No. Seriously? That’s all you can say? I tell you that the fucking gig is up and all you can wonder about is if she has a wicked right hook.” Carter sighed and leaned forward again, resting his elbows on his desk. “So what if she knows?” he said. “You can’t walk away from it now. You have one more post to write, so you say you crashed and burned. Big deal. The readers will eat it up. They’ll identify with you instead of feeling like you’re some God with women who have them eating out of your hand all the time. I don’t see a downside here.” “For fuck’s sake, Carter. Are you really this cold? Peyton is pissed, man. Seriously pis
In Like FinnI Was WrongThe most feared words by any red-blooded male. Admitting you are wrong is one of the hardest things we will ever have to do. But I’m here to tell you that I was wrong. I was wrong about everything.When I started this blog series it was with no small amount of hesitation. I didn’t believe in love. I didn’t believe that you could meet someone and have such a connection with them that being without that person felt unnatural.I didn’t believe in soul mates or forever love.I went into this whole thing with a good dose of skepticism. I wanted to prove everybody wrong. I wanted to show you, dear reader, that it just was not possible to pick someone out of a crowd and make them fall in love with you.I still believe that. It doesn’t matter what you do, you can’t make anyone love you. I still believe that hormones and body chemistry play a big part in finding your mate and connecting with someone. What I wasn’t prepared for was to fall in love with myself.Yes. You
“Peyton! Come on. Just read it.” “No, Mia.” Peyton shook her head, her mouth set in a hard line. “You have to read it,” Mia said, pushing the laptop across the table toward Peyton. “I don’t ‘have to’ do anything,” Peyton replied, “and I can’t believe you are taking his side on this.” “I’m not taking his side,” Mia responded mulishly. “I just think the guy deserves a chance to make it up to you.” “Should I give Dale another chance too?” Peyton asked. “No way,” Mia replied. “What he did was way worse. The guy married another woman. Finn just made a mistake—” “He made a fool of me,” Peyton said. “He lied to me and humiliated me in front of the entire online community.” There was a knock on Peyton’s door, stopping Mia from saying whatever it was she was about to say. Peyton got up and stalked across the apartment, opening the door with an angry wrench of her arm. “What?” A guy stood on the other side - well, she thought it was a guy. His f
There was another knock at the door and Peyton sighed as she went to open it. “Sign here,” a delivery man said as he shoved an electronic do-hickey at her. She scribbled her name with the electronic pen and took the large flat box from the man. She took it into the bedroom and opened it. Inside were layers of tissue paper and a card on top. From Dale, of course. Wear this tonight. I picked it for you. “Oh hell no,” Peyton said as she unwrapped the tissue paper to find a silky red dress complete with sheer red underwear and a pair of red stilettos. “Damn that man has good taste,” Mia said. “I’m not wearing this,” Peyton said. “How dare he even…” She couldn’t finish the sentence she was so mad. How many times had he done this to her? She had always thought it sweet but now she saw it for what it was - a power play. “Hand me the damn skirt and blouse,” she said to Mia. “Let’s go with an unsexy business associate.”Dale stood when Peyton approached his t
“You know I can give you those things, Peyton,” Dale said. “And I do love you, even if you don’t think I do.” Peyton shrugged. “I think you believe you love me and you probably do in your own way, but it’s not enough for me anymore. I want what Brian and Cassie have. I want fireworks and passion and a love that makes your heart beat faster and your breath stall in your chest.” Dale scoffed. “That doesn’t exist Peyton. Nobody has that kind of love.” Peyton knew differently. Peyton had experienced it, as much of a fool as it made her to admit it. Finn had made her feel all those things. Finn had shown her that it was possible to feel that way about someone, even if the feelings weren’t returned. Now that she’d had a taste, she wanted the real thing and she wouldn’t be getting that from Dale. “Yeah, it does,” she said, smiling wistfully. “Oh my God! You’re here!” Peyton looked up at the woman standing by their table, her phone in her hand. Peyton tried to ke
“She said she had to see him face-to-face to make him back off,” Mia said. “I couldn’t get her to even read the blog post so how do we know that she has seen the video?” God. He was such an idiot! Why had he left this all to chance? He should have just gone to her apartment and begged her to let him in so he could explain himself and tell her how he felt. Now his whole extravagant grand gesture would be for nothing. It had seemed like an ideal way to profess his love for her. This whole thing had started because of a video where she had humiliated herself. He thought it only fair that he humiliated himself as a way of showing her that she meant more to him than his reputation or his stupid blog. But by the look of things, it was going to be an entirely empty gesture and she probably wouldn’t even know about it until after the fact. Probably not until she woke up the next morning and his humiliation would be made complete by a special spot on Wake Up, Australia. He could just