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Becoming Mrs. Lockwood Chapter Eight
OUR FIRST NIGHTDINNER WAS ENJOYABLE, THE ATMOSPHERE from the previous night returning. Weston was sexy, playful, funny, and sweet. A deadly combination. Afterwards, we curled up in front of the TV and channel surfed, catching a few minutes of some reality show and a bit of a comedy movie. It was very relaxing, lying nestled into his side, his arm around me. I felt warm, safe, and cherished.That night, it didn’t feel like we’d only known each other for a few short days. Instead, it felt like years had passed and we were an average couple hunkered down for the evening. Two people just enjoying being together. I hoped that even after some time passed that feeling would continue, never to fade.When it was time for bed, he walked me upstairs and stopped in front of my bedroom door.“Goodnight,” he said as he leaned down and pressed his lips to mine.I didn’t want him to pull back. I wanted to continue feeling his body against mine and the comfort he provided. He looked betwe
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OUR NAMEI AWOKE TO SOFT CARESSES on my arm, fingers dancing up and down my skin. A warm chest, a beating heart, and humming. I groaned, not wanting to open my eyes, and burrowed further into what I knew was Weston’s chest. He chuckled, his chest bouncing beneath my head, his hand never stopping his soothing caress.“Too early,” I said as I nuzzled against his skin.“Good morning to you, too.”I pulled back, tilting my head up, and Weston did the same, his eyes dancing with amusement.“Morning.”“How did you sleep?” he asked, his hand moving to brush the hair from my face.“Extremely well. You?”“Ditto.”I burrowed back down, loving his spicy scent that filled my senses. My eyes drifted closed again as I lay in his warmth when he sighed.“I don’t want to get out of bed. It feels so good here with you.” His arm wrapped tight around me, pulling me as close to him as he could.“But?”“But, I need to get the day going. You stay and sleep for a while longer. I’m going to
Becoming Mrs. Lockwood Chapter Ten
OUR FAMILYWESTON HAD SOME WORK HE needed to do, so I decided to explore some more of our beautiful home. I wandered outside, an area I hadn’t gotten to yet. I’d only admired it from the inside. There was a shaded deck area overlooking the pool with lounge chairs, ceiling fans, and slate flooring. Between the fabrics and the lights, it was sheer elegance.Sitting down on one of the two-person loungers, I looked over the beautiful grounds. It was paradise, pure and simple. I could see myself spending many hours out here reading, or swimming in the pool. Sophie said she set me up with about ten swimsuits, but I never did get to see one. Maybe in the morning I could take a swim.While dreaming, my phone rang from the pocket of my jeans. Pulling it out, I saw “Mom” flashing on the screen.“Hi, Mom,” I said after hitting accept.“Wren! Oh, honey, I miss you so much! How is California? How’s Weston?”After seeing the movie posters, I was certain my mother knew who Weston was wh
Becoming Mrs. Lockwood Chapter Eleven
OUR DESIREIT WAS SO WARM AND comfy all snuggled down in my bed the next morning that I didn’t want to wake up. I was dreaming of Weston: his warmth, his scent, his touch, his body. And I didn’t want to leave it. I wanted to indulge in every heavenly ounce of it. The comfort of his body pressed against mine was all I needed.It was when I felt the hairs tickle the back of my neck that I realized the warmth wasn’t solely from my covers. As I surfaced into consciousness, I felt the weight of Weston’s arms across my waist, legs tangled in mine, the warmth of his body pressed behind me, and his breath as it swept across my neck. Turning to look back at him, he groaned, his grip tightening on my waist, his face nuzzling into my neck.The feeling that coursed through me from such a small, simple action was indescribable. Warmth, need, want ... love.I tried to turn around again, and a frown formed on his face. He reminded me of a little kid who didn’t want to wake up.
Becoming Mrs. Lockwood Chapter Twelve
OUR FIRST ARGUMENTIT WAS AMAZING THAT WESTON wasn’t more injured than he was after his tumble from the treadmill. I helped to patch up a burn from the belt on his arm, along with a bleeding gash on his knee, but could do nothing for the bump on his head except kiss it. He said it made it better, but I think he was just placating me. It was sweet nonetheless.I kissed his boo-boos one last time before we curled up in bed together that night. Our first night with my belongings combined with his; my clothes in his closet, toothbrush touching his, the other vanity no longer empty. I fell asleep easily wrapped in his arms, fingers caressing me into dreamland.All too soon the alarm was blaring and his body left mine. Weston had unfortunately left for work early with the promise of returning in the early afternoon.“I’m sorry I keep leaving you alone all day,” he’d said with a heavy breath, looking into the mirror as he looped his tie around his neck.“This wasn’t planned, and
Becoming Mrs. Lockwood Chapter Thirteen
OUR FULL GARAGEFRIDAY.The end of the work and school week.The marking of my first full week of knowing Weston Lockwood, and the last day I would be stuck at home while he was away at work. The good news was, during all my free time, I got to spend hours playing the piano, which was something I’d always loved doing. The bad news was, my hands ached. Muscle memory served me well, but I’d obviously lost some dexterity and stamina.With a piano in the house, it wouldn’t be long before I was back up to where I was.Amy, one of Weston’s assistants, showed up at the house mid-morning with bags in her hands.“Good morning,” I said, trying to be friendly. So far, the only interaction I’d had with her was when she held our place at the DMV.She smiled at me, a genuine one that made it to her pretty blue eyes. “Good morning, Mrs. Lockwood.”“You don’t have to call me that. Just Wren.”“Oh, I know,” she said with a grin and a giggle. “It’s just fun to call you that.”She made
Becoming Mrs. Lockwood Chapter Fourteen
MY FIRST DAYIT WAS MY FIRST DAY at my new school, Olympus Academy.Thankfully, my cramps had calmed down and I was more uncomfortable than in pain. I was a bit worried about wearing a skirt, especially since it was not really my kind of normal dress code. As I pulled into the parking lot, I wondered if my car would stand out, but when I found an empty spot between a Bentley and a Mercedes, I knew I’d blend right in. I was also armed with four hundred dollars in cash and Weston’s Black American Express card until mine came in.In cash alone I was carrying more than I made on a paycheck.Yeah, at least parts of me were going to blend in, but I wasn’t so sure about the rest of me. The me parts, and not the props.My eyes scanned the courtyard, and a tiny bit of dread fell over me. If I thought I felt out of place at my old school, it could never compare to the barrage of L.A. girls done up to look like movie stars and the boys who were ripped and ready for the next action mo
Becoming Mrs. Lockwood Chapter Fifteen
OUR BINDING REUNIONOVER THE NEXT FEW DAYS I hardly saw Weston. It was just me and a big, empty house. At least the piano was there to keep me company. And an entire library’s catalog of movies to watch. Then there was the homework, which I was struggling a bit to catch up on.Weston wasn’t kidding when he said he’d be working a lot. A few text messages passed throughout the day, but otherwise it was mostly silence. He would hug and kiss me goodbye in the morning, but had only been home in time for a late dinner one night. When he did come home, he encased my body with his, and I felt whole. By the time he left on Friday morning, I could see the exhaustion etched into his features, leaving with a promise to be home for dinner and the hopes for earlier than that.I spent the morning before school playing with my new phone. Weston had gotten me an iPhone, which Julia then uploaded Weston’s schedule into. Being the smart woman that she was, she knew it would make our lives easi
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Becoming Mrs. Lockwood Epilogue
Weston ...IN THE ENDING DAYS OF July, I stood outside a huge estate, looking over the wedding site preparations. I scanned over the garden where the final touches for the ceremony were being put into place.In a few short hours, I would marry Wren with all our friends and family in attendance. We would both remember it this time, and have more than just a few photos to memorialize the event.I would have the memories of her walking down the aisle on her father’s arm in a white dress. The thought made me anxious. We were doing things backwards, so I didn’t think it would affect me, but it did.Somewhere inside the large, Spanish style mansion behind me, was my wife. She was hidden away in the bridal suite with her mom, Daniel, Sophie, Julia, and Charlotte.And I was going crazy without her. I wanted the hours to pass faster, just so I could be close to her again without some stupid barrier between us. We were already married, for fuck’s sake. Normal tra
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OUR HAPPINESSI STOOD IN THE KITCHEN with my hands wrapped around Julia’s as she breathed hard and fast.“Calm down. Let’s pretend for this week that I’m Julia, and you’re Weston.”With only days left until her wedding, Julia was going into full panic mode. In her workaholic wisdom, she decided to work until the day before the wedding, juggling her demanding job and last minute wedding details. Which left me sitting next to her on the kitchen island trying to calm her down before I needed to rush her to the hospital.She quirked her brow at me, her chest expanding, struggling to take in a deep breath. “Wren, I can’t do that.”I smirked at her. “You’re a bit of a control freak, you know?”Tears filled her eyes. “I have to be.”I nodded in agreement. “Yes, but this week it’s different. Let me be your wedding assistant.”She shook her head. “It’s too much.” Her breaths began to slow, letting her take in a little more air with each inhale.Gently, I pushed some loose stran
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MY COMPOSITION“BABY GIRL, YOU’RE GOING TO burn,” Weston said, blocking my sun as I laid out on the deck of the boat.“I’m okay. It’s our last day, and I want to soak up as much of the Caribbean as I can.”The week had been beyond words or expectations. Weston had gone above and beyond any fantasy vacation my mind could come up with. We’d snorkeled off the coast of St. Thomas, swam with sea turtles, spent time on the beautiful beaches in the Virgin Islands, and sailed around crystal clear turquoise waters.Sure, we’d had our picture taken the few times we went on land, but there wasn’t a pap in sight. More than once, we sat and talked with people for a while. I think it was something Weston enjoyed, meeting new people and getting to engage in conversation.Being with Weston, we were treated differently, which was still odd for me. Having people stumbling over themselves to make me happy as going to take some getting used to.“You should reapply.”I sighed and took the bo
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OUR VACATIONHATERS GONNA HATE.I smiled at my phone, a bit of calm coming over me. Somehow, Daniel always knew when I needed a lift. I typed out a quick response and threw my bag down next to the couch as I took a seat.A week had passed since the world found out about us, and things had calmed down at school, for the most part. Oliver continued to follow me around, but he didn’t have to come inside again except for after hours. However, the paps continued to stalk our every move.“Hey, baby girl,” Weston said, walking in and sitting down next to me. He let out a sigh and gave me a quick kiss.I pulled my knees up and reached for the remote. “How was your day?”“Good. Surprised I made it home before you.”I grimaced, nodding. “The deadline is coming up for the film score, so I needed to stay late after losing so much time.”His lips ghosted across my temple. “I know. Just make sure Oliver is always with you.”“Yes, my worrywart husband.” I tilted my head up an
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OUR FALLOUTWESTON WASN’T KIDDING WHEN HE said things were about to change. By the time we got home, there was already a crowd of people at the gate. From experience, Weston had the foresight to bring Joe and his crew along. Flashbulbs were going off, trying to get a picture through the tinted windows. My hand unconsciously squeezed Weston’s, and he gave a reassuring squeeze back.“Don’t worry, baby girl, they can’t see in. And once we’re past the gates, it won’t matter anymore.”The first thing I did when we walked in was rid myself of the heels that were killing my feet. Weston helped me out of my dress, and I hung it back up, quickly inspecting it for any damage to avoid the wrath of Sophie.I searched out my phone from Weston’s pocket where I kept it stowed all night. Once I found it, there was a knot in my stomach as I looked down at the screen and the ton of texts waiting for me. Many of them were angry.You’re married? Why didn’t you tell us? - LoganThought you tr
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OUR D-DAYWE ONLY HAD A LITTLE time together on Sunday before the whirlwind began. Sophie arrived first with our clothes. The makeup artist and hairstylist showed up shortly after and began to work on getting me camera ready for Hollywood.“Do I need to get you a sedative?” Sophie asked. She was scowling down at me with her arms folded across her chest.I looked down at my lap to find I’d destroyed a napkin, shredding it into hundreds of pieces. Drawing in a deep breath, I tried to center myself, but it wasn’t helping.“Maybe?”She sighed and uncrossed her arms. “Cissy, can you give us a few minutes?”I caught her smile in the mirror as she set down the brush. “Sure. I need to get something from my car anyway.”Sophie stepped forward and took my hand in hers. “I know it’s scary.”“I wasn’t expecting this to happen.” I held my hands out and watched them shake.She gave me a small smile and wrapped her hands around mine. “It was bound to happen. Tonight is a lot to take
Becoming Mrs. Lockwood Chapter Thirty-Two
OUR COUNTDOWN“OPEN WIDE,” WESTON SAID, WAVING a fork in front of me. The tines were topped with the most delicious cobbler ever.I opened wide and let in the heavenly dessert, moaning as the peach flavor burst against my taste buds.“I’m going to miss this,” I said, my eyes scanning the diner. There were only a few people occupying the booths, and none of them even noticed Weston.He sighed. “Me too, but it will calm down after a few weeks.”I nodded. It was our fourth official date. We’d managed to find some pretty good places to go about an hour outside the city. A long drive, but a fair price to pay.The Oscar buzz was out of control. Seeing it on TV and seeing it unfolding in L.A. weren’t even in the same spectrum.Weston’s free hand took hold of mine, linking our fingers. “I’m nervous and anxious about it coming out, but I’m also ecstatic. I’m so tired of having this hanging over us, hindering us.”Butterflies invaded my stomach every time I thought about the Osca
