CUTLER "Define argued", I practically growled over the phone."That thing you both do when you are upset. It's only for five months for pit's sake"Five months of torture if we were looking at it correctly."I'm not sticking around to be the next mayor of Whoville"With the hot air, too much fucking sun while we were at it, being a country bumpkin was the last thing on my mind let alone being a mayor."You do know that's not its name right?"I knew but I still pretended not to, to erase all the years of solitude in this forbid place.While others fell for the old country charm, I considered myself an odd ball who atleast could tolerate the bustle and hustle of the city than the sound of sheep bleating in the middle of the night.Because that was Willow Way summed up in a night. With sheep bleating.Willow Way was a typical town in an even dead part of the county where nothing happened.Frightfully boring.I would have probably said those two words about the town had I been called in
CLAIREZade Cutler.First born son of the mayor who I might have or might not have insulted.Bad enough having had to drag the conversation when he first said his name but right now at this second it was excruciatingly difficult seating a few inches away from him.I might not have told him my name to avoid any alterations in the future but hey he was driving home and if he knew his way around town it wouldn't take him long to know my name and my parent's names.Not that it was a big deal anyway. So what if he knew my parents hated his parents and would do absolutely anything to annihilate the competition at the contest?So what if I had called his father a big cheat? He didn't have a badge on him to arrest me so I shouldn't have been somewhat scared.Yet my hands clutched the knee length cardigan to my body, at the same time became sweaty and my knees must have given out the minute I entered his car.Or maybe it was him?True to the rumors, Zade Cutler was a tad bit goodlooking but no
ZADE CUTLERClaire Hayden hated my guts and some part of me had fun with that little piece of information.While San Francisco offered tons of women who would gladly suck me off with a command, Willow Way on the other hand had ladies that expected you to wed and bed them.You can imagine my surprise when I found out a gorgeous blonde like Claire Hayden wasn't in the least bit interested in me. Neither to bed or to wed.My ego had never felt battered like it did in this past week and like a knight on a quest, I had set out on a mission.Seduce the fiesty Claire Hayden.I admit it saying it that loud made me sound like a dick and maybe I was one but as long as my father intended on keeping me here, what was to keep a man from having fun?"Don't get like that Zade. He's only looking out for you", my mother pulled me out of my reverie and I swirled the vintage scotch in my hands with an unsatisfied grunt.I loved scotch but it was different when it came from my father's house and was boug
CLAIRE"No! Don't... Axel don't", I warned and he stared at me for a minute contemplating whether I had the right to tell him what to do or not before he dipped his hand in the paint and I sighed."Don't give him that face. The kid just wants some fun", Riley laughed taking Axel's hand and imprinting it in our cream colored walls."You and I have a different definition of fun especially if it involves doing laundry"In his white and blue sailor outfit, I was pretty sure the minute we left my little printing shop Axel would look like a ring Grinch covered wholly with green paint.As a mother I found that cute but at the same time as a woman who had a lot on her hands found that exhausting.Riley dipped her brush in the bucket of paint starting off from the left side while Axel standing at a mere five feet or so messily painted the wall with his bare hands.He cooed calling me every second to see his work of art and every time my baby smiled at me it was like reminding me that I had one
ZADE"Unfortunately? I thought you liked me"Clad in a pretty dress with a floral imprint, Claire Hayden turned around, the host Mrs Simone looking at both of us like she could somehow taste the tension.Couldn't blame her though. There was tension because I was here, in a book club just to see her.Never mind the fact that I had seen her yesterday at Falcon's. Pure coincidence if you asked me.I had gone there for a drink after a rather good tip from my brother Sawyer that they had atleast good liquor. Maybe I had gone there for more than just liquor.I'd hoped I would find a nice woman for the night, ease up my frustrations and tension but leave it to whoever controlled fate to lead me straight to Claire Hayden.Chugging a glass of lemonade at Falcon's with her handy laptop by her side, she had been to engrossed to notice me and for the most part of it I had sat at the farthest corner this time keeping distance from her.Watching her work like I did this morning at Ginger's. All tho
CLAIRE It all happened so fast and while my reporter instincts kicked into high gear to scribble down a few things on my handy notebook, I all but tried to remain calm as Lucia returned to us we atleast a half smile on her face.For the most part of it, my eyes were glued to the man who was now drenched to the bone and with two heavy blankets on his right shoulder.Shocked that he would even consider it, we all watched as Zade sprinted to the burning house without looking back.Vienna Smith gasped behind me as if she couldn't believe it. I almost quaked.Granted Zade was well Zade annoying at best and he might have made me mad a few hours ago but here I was storming into the house that had flames dancing wickedly around them.I could hear Lucia's kids scream and I shuddered at their screams, at the thought of them being reduced to nothing but sizzling flesh or ash depending on how long the Sheriff planned to take.Our hearts were in our throats and for the first time during a weekday
ZADE"Z? Z, help me!"Came Sawyer's scream. A six year old trapped in a fire that his own father started."He's already gone boy! Come", my father tugged at my hand.My mother and my other brothers were already at my grandma's house that night. Sawyer and I had come back home a bit early with our father. He was our favorite because John Cutler gave us everything we wanted.And that was the very definition of a good father to us. Only that night changed for me and Sawyer.John Cutler had started the fire. In his furious rage of trying to punish us for destroying important papers to him, he had slapped the lantern off his table and the fire had started roaring faster than we could realize what had happened.Ofcourse being the sleazy bastard he was, he'd tried to save his own skin by getting out of the house fast unintentionally locking us in.I had managed to escape the house but Sawyer had been lost in the flames trying to follow me.When my father had seen me out of the house unharme
CLAIRE"Should we perhaps add sesame seeds?""Good God, Frida the pie is already baked", my father grunted taking his coat from the rack."Pie! Pie!" Axel clapped, I laughed.Running five minutes late, my mother was jittery. Last minute jitters my father called it.And my dearest father had stood watch over the pie like a sentinel. He was trying to ensure an incident like last time didn't happen.An incident where mom got nervous added a whole lot of cinnamon to the pie last minute that had made my dad hundred percent sure they would have won had she not done that.Not trying to raise their hopes up but this year's pie was a sure win. You could taste the pumpkin right in there, the texture of the pie itself was crusty and smooth but not like the monstrosity of last year.I would be cheering on if I didn't know for a fact that the Cutlers had this in the bag.Genevieve to this day was still the best pie maker, something I was suspicious about but decided to let it roll down my back.If
ZADE"Wait, wait, wait. The woman you've been seeing has amnesia, a kid, a boyfriend and now she has miraculously gotten her memories back? Forgive me for laughing but you were never cut out for love. Wait and dad disowned you? Seems like you have yourself caught up in a jam bro", Sawyer's voice came from the other end of the line as I carried my duffle bag into my truck looking at the mansion one more time.I sure as hell wasn't going to miss this place in the least bit.I hit the road and with Sawyer at the end of the line maybe the way to the airport wouldn't be that bad.I needed someone asshole talking to me about my mistakes so that they could dim out everything I felt at the moment.The fire station was going to be constructed under the supervision of Falcon, a man I had no doubts was more than capable especially after I had ensured everything was in order before I left.While I was going back to San Francisco a couple million dollars poorer well I had done what needed to be do
CLAIREZade was back and he was standing in my living room gazing at me as well as the other pairs of eyes that did.A ginger haired woman with two kids stood by the corner with her husband who still couldn't drop that look of I think I've seen a ghost.There was another blonde woman with the same same look...then another woman...then Zade, my parents and then him and everything didn't make sense.I opened my mouth to say something but the words wouldn't force themselves out as I looked at the man who stared at me the way Zade did.Like I was his entire world.Like I meant a lot more than I knew. And I especially couldn't breathe when I realized he looked exactly like Axel.Axel's father.But why was he staring at me like this was his first time doing so? Like he couldn't believe I was standing in front of him and Axel either.I didn't want to cry.Axel was in his room if he had heard any noise he would start making a ruckus and God knew I wasn't in the right mind to calm him down be
CORNELIUSFreedom.I never yearned for it. I never even wanted in the first place and here I was a two week free man.My family had really done it pulled all their connections enough to make sure I would only spend two years and some months in prison and not more.And when I had left prison with quite a nickname, my operations didn't stop.My life was rotting away anyway the least I could have done was taking a job that befit me as who I truly was.And I must admit taking down gangs while in prison was no easy feat. It had started as some sort of thing between me and Javi.I had saved him. Against my butter judgement I had saved him from the Gatos earning a week in solitary. A cold place that I rightfully earned and from then on I was fighting criminal gangs in prison killing a few just so I could end up in solitary alone like the monster I was.One year past and suddenly I was some hero to the inmates only they didn't know I did what I did because I wanted to punish myself because I
ZADEWhen I saw her the only thing i had thought about was how much fun I would have taking off that dress of her body and kissing every inch of her skin till I had enough of her.And when I had gifted the kid a saber plastic sword and he had hugged me I had wanted him to be part of my life too.I wanted both of them to be in my life and yet funny how life was a bitch waiting for the right moment to strike.The Smith sisters and other women getting too clingy for me to bear, I had gone upstairs.I loved attention. Attention from women but the only attention I needed at the moment was from the woman who's heart had swelled the minute her son cut the cake and took a fist of the cake before anyone could get a slice.On my way to Claire's room, I had almost stumbled to Vienna Smith which prompted me to hide in the next room.The next room didn't get any better when I heard the footsteps coming my way with so much urgency I had to hide.An unfortunately for me the only hide-able place arou
CLAIRE "Your skin is glowing", Riley commented, I hid behind the comment by trying to seem busy with the ingredients laid in front of me."Must be the new serum you got from the market the other day", Vienna Smith added taking another balloon in her hand.I preferred to remain silent for lack of a better lie to come up with. I couldn't just tell them that he you guys know what? I've been sleeping with Zade Cutler since last week and I've been fucking enjoy it.We've fucked in my own shop at the old observatory that's near completion, in his car and ooh did I mention he has a cabin just for us?If the that didn't shock them, then definitely telling them that I had been reckless enough with Zade not to use protection definitely would.Plus I wanted Zade and I to be a secret. If anyone got news of our relationship then people would talk and even if I wasn't majorly dependent on what people said for me to exist, I still didn't want the town to pressure me into something I didn't want.I
ZADEShe regretted it. If the empty space next to me didn't say so then I didn't know what did.Part of me still mad that she had gone without as much as leaving a note, the other part of me was still reliving what happened last night over and over again like it was all a dream I had woken up from.I fucked women ofcourse I had fucked them but what Claire and I had was way beyond fucking.Her moans, me grunting, her pussy against my dick and the feel of it. Damn it was like a vise grip holding me tight rendering me weak until using protection flew out my mind the minute I kissed her.Some part of me know she might have regretted it, the part that had decided to call it to a halt when I realized we might have gone too far but leave it to my dick, the one thing that had led me where I was at that moment to make a rash decision.But I didn't regret it. I would never regret it because it might have been the best might of my life and I was not joking when I said that.Come to think of it,
CLAIRESober or not, I enjoyed this.I could feel him everywhere, I could feel each and every thrust hut my hilt till the only coherent thing that came out of my mouth was his name.We could have gotten caught but I was too high on my orgasm and a little too drunk to care.His hand in my hair pulling at it till my scalp stung, I bucked my hips against his dick feeling it fill me to the absolute brim and his lips?He was kissing me, he sucking me, he was doing something with his fingers that had me on chokehold that had me squirming and dancing in delirium.When he finally came inside of me and I felt ropes and ropes of his seed inside me, I only took one large gulp of breathe before my whole body folded into his.And for a few minutes all I could do was feel his breath on my shoulder, feel his cock warm my insides and at the same time listen to the sound of his heart beat as it did with mine.I made an attempt to stand up not really sure what had happened but very sure I wanted more a
ZADE CUTLER"Okay, if the mayor loses and that's a good if, we'll go to Falcon's after this, you'll pick a guy any guy and go with him at his place with no protests"I had spotted them the minute they stepped foot on this God forsaken contest. On my way to atleast pass them a greeting or two, the brunette carrying Axel had uttered those words and I had slowly retreated to the back of the crown bumping into the one woman I didn't want to talk to in the first place.Courtney Neal. An ex who had suffocated me since Sunday.I was a piece of scum for dumping her the way I did but that was decades ago. While I'm not going to lie that she had matured into one gorgeous woman I was about as uninterested in her as I was with a soap dish.And all night she'd done one thing and one thing only.She had hovered over me like a pesky mosquito and while I tried my best to keep my pretences, laugh at her jokes once in a while, compliment her on her looks, my eyes still found someway into the crowd and
CLAIRE"Should we perhaps add sesame seeds?""Good God, Frida the pie is already baked", my father grunted taking his coat from the rack."Pie! Pie!" Axel clapped, I laughed.Running five minutes late, my mother was jittery. Last minute jitters my father called it.And my dearest father had stood watch over the pie like a sentinel. He was trying to ensure an incident like last time didn't happen.An incident where mom got nervous added a whole lot of cinnamon to the pie last minute that had made my dad hundred percent sure they would have won had she not done that.Not trying to raise their hopes up but this year's pie was a sure win. You could taste the pumpkin right in there, the texture of the pie itself was crusty and smooth but not like the monstrosity of last year.I would be cheering on if I didn't know for a fact that the Cutlers had this in the bag.Genevieve to this day was still the best pie maker, something I was suspicious about but decided to let it roll down my back.If