And... done One year, three books, over 700+ words published! Thank you so much for sticking with me, it took longer than I originally planned, I really wanted Katy and Ian to bond before things got heated, I know some of you wanted to bite my head off a few times, lol. I apologize. I'll be taking a few weeks off to rest because as most of you have guessed, we have Vincent Salvatore and Mariana DeMalino from our favorite Mafia family up next! If you are new to my work, they are a couple from another series of mine, Mafia Rules. Until then, keep an eye out for another new book I've been playing with in my free time, A One Night Stand/Arranged Marriage book, posting starts Mid-September! Please don't forget to review this book, share it, and let me know your thoughts in the comments! Xoxo, S.N
I hate this.I hated every moment of this. I so badly want to toss the bags at Monica and tell her to carry her bags herself if she wanted so many purchases. This is what you get for being a people pleaser Katy. I chastise internally. Sometimes I wished I could just open my mouth and say half the things I think about. defend myself for once. But I don’t, I try, but the words just... don’t come. A few times, I’ve even gone as far as rehearsing the words in front of the mirror, straightening my spine and shoulders to project confidence. No, I can’t help you today. Sorry, I’ve already made plans. And the most important from when I was six, No, I do not wish to give you my toy. Darn it.So I wish and wish and wish Some more-“Oof!” I screech, as I bounce off a hard surface, the bags flying from my arms and the contents spilling out and falling down on my butt, my right elbow protests as I landed slightly to the side. I suck in a deep breath, waiting for the pain to pass as I silently
“This is your fault you know?” Eunice says from the front of the car. “If only you hadn’t wasted so much of my precious time doing something so little we would be at the clinic already,” she says for the third time, beating her palm on the steering wheel.Looking down at my hands, I bite my lips wondering how this is my fault when it was them two who spent hours at the mall shopping for dresses because Monica insisted she needed something new and then we went back to the house for them to get changed.While I waited, I had fallen face first unto my bed, my mind consumed by thoughts from the mall when I heard Eunice screamed my name. I hurried to her room to see a display of new garments spread on her bed her rage clear on her face. “What is this nonsense?” She snapped, pointing a finger behind her. I had to confess about my fall at the boutique and that we had to bag the purchases for a second time. Fuming, she sent me to mop the living room and vacuumed the rugs until there wasn’t a
As I’m still crying it takes me a second to grasp his last statement. I look at my father.A marriage?“I’m not getting married dad” Monica says with a shocked laugh. “I’m going to be a supermodel like the Hadid sister or Kendal Jenner, I’m not going to ruin my future by marrying so old sleazebag with a pot belly, no way” she laughs once more flipping her chocolate strands over her shoulders.She didn't use to be this bad, when we were little girls, she loved dad when he took us to the park and got us ice cream or toys during his travels, but as time went on, we saw less and less of him as the company took off. I'm not sure if this new attitude toward Dad is a kind of coping mechanism, to detach herself from Dad before he passes so she doesn't miss him much when he's gone. Dad breaks into a fit of coughs, his hands jump to his chest and he leans to his side, I stand up to assist him, ”Careful Dad” I say softly, every nerve-racking cough from his chest twisting my insides and making
“To-day?” I stammered, my eyes wide in disbelief. I’m shaking my head my lips parting and closing. Dumfounded, I try to tell them that I’ve changed my mind just this morning. I don’t agree anymore. “I guess the old man must be in a hurry huh?” Monica comments before slapping a hand over her lips to cover her giggling. "Monica..." her mother chaisted. "Sorry, sorry"I closed my eyes, trying to get my bearings, “Why so soon?” “I don’t make these decisions my dear, but it is not good for the company to remain without leadership, the stocks are wavering it is the main reason they want the new CEO on board effective immediately, I thought you were all aware?” Eunice’s features remained unmoving so I suspect she must know about it to an extent, I don’t know much pertaining to it, only that Dad had to step down, and neither of us can lead a company so never paid it any mind. “What’s with the rush? today?” clearly I’m still hung up on that, “I don’t even know who the man is” the urge to
With a final intake of breath to steel myself, I cross to the door the same time it is pushed open to reveal the same man from earlier, the one who held the car door to receive me and Mr. Alfred this morning, he might have also been the one who drove us here, but I hadn’t been paying attention. He gives me a curt nod before taking a step back and to the said, motioning with his hand for me to walk ahead of him. Don’t tremble, Katy, I think to myself. I say the words again and again that I’m doing this for Dad because he is sick and he asked me to. You can do this Kate. I say once more, flexing my fingers trying not to strangle the banquet of roses I’m holding, willing my knees to hold me up, just keep breathing, I think as we come to a stop in front of what must be the marriage register. The driver walks up and pushes the door open without knocking. With a dip of my chin, I enter. The first thing I realize is that this is a private affair thank God, I dont think I would
We left the courthouse immediately, a black Rolls Royce was waiting out front. The same driver from earlier held the door open for us, I bunch my dress with my sweaty palm, lifting slightly before getting inside as I arrange the train around my legs. The door to the other side opens and the man gets in, closing the door silently. The driver gets in at the front and the car rolls down the curb. I look out the window as the courthouse disappears from view along with Mr. Alfread, he raises a hand to bid us bye, I wonder if he is leaving from here to give Dad the news at the hospital to tell him his precious company is saved. Fingers clasped in my lap. I am numb as the car zips past the streets of New York. Beside me, the man doesn’t say a word to me, his eyes not once moving from the screen on his phone, as he types away, likely conducting business. I wasn't even allowed the courtesy of bringing my own phone as I was rushed out of the house this morning. It’s done. It’s really
I blinked at her, astounded, from what I understood, the arrangement was finalized less than twenty-four hours ago when I agreed to marry Dad’s business partner or was it his son? So as to keep the company within the family, when did they have time to be planning a wedding party? I was beginning to feel overwhelmed, I felt the urge to run into the nearest room with a door, lock it, and have a minute or ten to myself. But with the firm grip the lady had on my hand and all the activities she just mentioned, I doubt I’ll be able to get some personal time today. I didn’t agree to any of this. What was her name again…? “Ms. Patricia-“ I begin. “Oh, Ms. Pat is fine, everyone around here calls me that, I’ll have to introduce you to the rest of the staff but that is Amelia and Emma,” she indicates behind us to the ladies who wave in greeting. I blinked at them, mumbling an awkward little ‘hello’ if they thought I was being rude, I didn’t have the chance to apologize as Ms. Pat kept tal
After a shower where I spent most of the time thinking about how to get out of this mess, no ideas were forthcoming so turn off the water, and dried off with one of the towels, I came out to see a transformed room, a nail tech has set up on one part of the room, the make up artist had her tools laid out by the vanity and fiddling with a ring light, in the middle of it all, Ms. Pat is directing two attendants on where to position yet another rack of dresses, this ones has more dresses in shades of whites and lavender, silk and tulle sweeping the floor. It looked like ten people were to get dressed in here not a single person. “There you are!” Ms. Pat exclaimed immediately she spies me standing at the bathroom door, still clutching the handle. “Why don’t you change into this and they can get started with some facials and then move unto your pedicure? After that we can try out some choices” She moves in front of me, a short cream colored silky robe dangling from her fingers, I accept
“He used to come visit us” a voice called lightly behind me. It’s been two weeks since Ian moved back into the house, and I gradually returned to the land of the living, doing... well, things like waking up, leaving my bed, and talking to other people, this is one step I hadn't been able to make until this afternoon. We were taking it slow. I was learning to trust him again. We talked, spending as much time outside work as we could, breakfast every morning before he went to work and I, did whatever I wanted as it was the summer break, then dinner in the evenings, maybe a movie, and then bed. Separate beds. It was a little weird. But like I said, taking it slow. He showed me the file he had on me, it had been… very detailed, and even contained some information I hadn’t known about myself. He’s also promised not to keep things from me again. I’ve been spending more and more time at the foundation, Naomi agreed to take me on as an assistant teacher for the little
I am so wet I did take much, only a slight bite of pain which I ignored in my need to have him inside, I shook as I sat on his hips, our groins flushed as flutters recked me. I cupped my breast pinching my nipple as I rolled my hips. So thick, hot and hard between my walls I fell foward, a hand smooths up my spine, into my hair and he captured my lips in a deep kiss. Groaning into my mouth as my hips rolled taking him deeper. Fucking myself on his cock. “Fuck baby, you feel so good, so fucking good” he groaned moving beneath me. Flashes of lightening colored the sky lightening up the room. “No” I knocked his hand away planted my palms on his chest when he made to rise, his hands reaching for me. “No Ian! Or I’ll stop” I warned slamming my hips down on his cock. He made a pained sound and curled his hands into a fist. “Let me touch you baby, please” “No” I snapped. Veins corded his neck as he threw his head back, pleasure and pain twisting his features as I boun
Panic gripped me. “I don’t think that’s a good idea” I couldn’t stay here with him. Alone. “Incase you didn’t notice, it’s raining heavily” My eyes flew to the windows, rivulets of water lined the glass. “I’ll drive carefully, it’s fine” “Absolutely not, you will stay” the sharpness of his tone had me glancing at him. This close, the light amusement drained from his features and I noted a hint of displeasure in his eyes. “You are upset” But why? “What gave it away?” He cocked. “I’ve been away from my wife and my home for almost two weeks, your father passed and you spun my wishes to comfort you, you act as though I am a stranger when we have lived together for almost half a year, so yes, wife, I am upset, but that is a conversation for another time because even in my displeasure, I worry, so you will stay the night, I have several bedrooms, pick one. Allen will drop you off in the morning” Well crap. With nothing to say, I dipped my chin. It was futile anyway.
The location leads me to an apartment complex in the city. I pack in the underground garage, The black Ferrari I’d named Bumper was packed at the curb when I stepped out of the house, the key fob in the drivers seat when I made my way around. I glance around as I shut off the vehicle my phone pinged with a text in the cup holder. Second elevator. It read Passcode: 0676 I drew in a fortifying breath before popping the door open. Cool wind blasted my face and through my loose hair. I tugged my jacket closer, seems it’s going to rain, I think as I looked around for the elevator and made my way towards it. After agreeing to meet him, I’d taken some time to freshen up and actually run a brush through my hair. I pushed the call button, moving from foot to foot, my belly queasy as waited for the evaluator to arrive. Ping I startled as the elevator door slid open. Is it too late to get back in my car? I could just tell him something came up. And talk later, it didn’t hav
** Heat swooped down my belly settling in my core. Long fingers smoothed down my chest, cupping the weight and settling on my taut nipple pinching softly, I hummed, moaning out a name.My toes curled, heat enveloped me, molten lava swooped down my belly and I ached right there, between my legs. I let out a low moan, my thighs clenching at the beautiful stretch, a finger pressed down my clit and I sighed. I loved it when he did that. The movement quickened, smooth thrusts, and my thighs parted to give him more room, my head rolling from side to side as pleasure swept through me. I gasped and my lids blinked open, I was on my side one the bed, my heart beating so fast, in tempo with the throbbing between my legs. I shifted unto my back, blinking in confusion as reality washed over me, I'm in bedAlone.My core clenched painfully around my fingers and I realized how close to orgasm I was.I glanced at the bed once more, scanning the room and confirmed I was truly alone.I could have sw
The day after Ian left, Dad passed away in his sleep, the nurse said his heart stopped beating. He’d gone quietly, painlessly. He was buried a week later.I didn't go. I couldn’t. I bared a grudge, maybe later I’d regret it but I am hurt. It wasn't like me, goody two shoes Katy, who always did what was expected of me. I didn't recognize myself these days.He’d been laid to rest beside my mum as he wanted. With mom and dad gone, and him… I was truly alone now. I’d gotten condolences and well wishes from Elise and Naomi, a few of Dad’s colleagues, his assistant at the company, and peers from high school on my social media had reached out also.I looked at them without responding.At some point, I got a notification that I'd missed my appointment at the clinic for another shot of birth control and to reschedule. I swiped away the notification so fast, and turned off my phone after that. Hannah has been by twice, the first time, I’d been surprised to see her and it showed. “You hav
“I will not risk you” “I’m not asking Ian, I’ve made my decision. I need to see this through, I must” I swallowed shakingly. Learning about my mother sealed it. I was coming along end of. “I’m not asking Ian, I’ve made my decision. I need to see this through, I must” For as long as I can remember, I let others make decisions in my life. No more. Ian refused and I threatened to follow them. “Not if you lock you in your room” he returned. “Do that and I’ll never speak to you again!” I yelled. “At least you’ll be alive” I shook on the spot. “I’m not joking Ian- I swear I’ll- I need to be there. If they killed my mother, almost killed me, I need to see them face to face” He glared at me. I glared right back. My mind was made up. That evening, we seat at the back of the Bently. Mr. Allen drove with Mason rode shotgun. Another vehicle with security traveling behind us. I'm slightly surprised when we come to a stop in a normal looking building. I half expe
“You knew me… before the courthouse,” I say the next morning. In his office where I'd met he and Mr Allen talking in low tones over a screen. They immediately went quiet, Ian had clicked it off when I let myself in and I wondered how many times I've seen him do that. I never cared to check what he was doing, and why would I? The other man nodded once and left the room. And I shoved my hands into my front pockets as I walked further into the room. He seems more himself this morning, in control, assured. Behind his large oak table, fingers steeped loosely over the now faced down tablet, he just looked at me, “Is that supposed to be a question" “Did you know me, Ian?” “Yes” What was that he said last night? He saw me, he wanted me and he got me? I nodded. “How?” He looked me over and I felt his internal turmoil as he debated what to tell me. “I first saw you in traffic, you were helping some kids crossing the road, I’m not sure what about it caught my attention," he said soft
I didn’t know his name when I signed my name on that contract, then I moved into his house, with time I allowed him into my life, into my body. He might have been a stranger but I’d always felt a certain amount of safety that my dad knew him, chose him to be my husband and take over his company. I was wrong. So very wrong.Suspicions and doubt rose in my mind like a seven headed snake. Who is he?What did he want?With my father’s company. With me. I doubt it had anything to do with me.It had to be the company.I’m reminded that of recent he cut off Eunice and Monica’s allowance, it seemed he had done it to get back at them on my behalf but what if it wasn’t? Then there’s Mr. Grayson who I actually know to be a friend and partner of my dad's and has been ever suspicious of Ian, God, have I been a fool? There’s also Mr. Alfred, dad trusted him and so I trusted him, but how many times has Ian shown to be very aware of my discussions with the lawyer? Ian could have bought him of