“I know you are angry,” I said. “But please understand that this is something I have to do…” He went to the window and peered out. He didn’t say anything for a long while, but I knew he wanted to. So I waited him out. When he started speaking, I’d wished I’d started my own groveling much sooner. “
I’d told Asher that as a sign of trust, I would answer any question he had for me, but I hadn’t expected him to ask me how I was able to convince Brent to apologize to Aimee. Now, I hesitated. To share that secret meant not only would I have to tell the truth about Lilith, but also about my project
Joseph held my gaze as he grinded down into the moaning girl beneath him on the park bench. My stomach twisted in disgust. I felt gross watching them, seeing this girl in the throes of passion when she had no idea she was being watched. Joseph knew, and didn’t tell her. He didn’t even stop. Averti
I grabbed my pajamas and dashed to the bathroom, where I changed and brushed my teeth in a hurry. When I returned to my room, Asher had stripped down to his boxers and t-shirt, and was sliding under the covers of my bed. Watching him, my thoughts fizzled out for a moment. Sleeping together was my
The day of the private photoshoot, I had been prepared to take the public bus to the stop nearest Coach’s house, but instead, Asher showed up at my door, spinning his car keys around his finger. “You think I’m going to let you go alone?” he asked. “Coach insisted that he’ll only let me in the hous
“You can leave your stuff here on the couch,” Coach said, gesturing to my purse and jacket. I started to slide the jacket off of my shoulders. “I have a dress for you to wear in the bathroom. When you are ready to start, you can go get changed in there.” “Okay.” “The set is arranged in the basemen
“Now, Cynthia. Take off your top.” Fear strangled me in its grip. I really, really did not want to do that. So I froze, deer in headlights, and couldn’t move. This only seemed to make Coach irate. “Cynthia. Do you want these pictures to turn out or don’t you?” I couldn’t speak. I shook my head
“Here.” He lowered the jacket over my shoulders. I immediately closed it at my chest. “Are you alright?” I shook my head. His blank façade cracked, as his brow furrowed with worry. “Did he hurt you?” I blinked back tears, but a few still broke through and tracked down my cheeks. “Just pictures
“Please.” That all sounded so good. I wanted it. I wanted everything. He stood to kick off the rest of his clothes. I watched, my mouth watering as he exposed his dick. He was so big, so hard just for me. Carefully, he moved me how he wanted me, stretching out my legs farther, and then slipped
Asher guided me back into the bedroom. As I stood near the bed, he walked behind me and slowly tugged down the zipper of my dress. His knuckles traced the newly-revealed skin inch by inch, following down the length of my spine. When the zipper had lowered as much as it could go. He spread his hand
I held my breath as Dylan threw the first punch. Asher dodged back and Dylan’s fist flew through the open air. Asher then stepped forward, ready to retaliate. Dylan backpedaled, placing a few feet between them again. In a flash, Dylan moved close again. His speed was lightning-quick. I barely even
“’Might?’” He squeezed me gently. “It will be fine. Trust me.” I did trust him, with my life and more. But… this was my brother. My brother and the love of my life were about to fight a challenge with yet unknown terms that would undoubtedly involve me and my baby. I couldn’t help but be a b
I opened my mouth to begin to explain, but the truth seemed worse than even Dylan’s worst assumptions. No, Asher isn’t the father of my baby. The father is actually a terrible person who is now in prison. But Dylan wasn’t waiting for me to figure out a softer way to explain, and Asher was no hel
On the evening of the Academy’s winter dance, I slipped into my shining purple gown and checked myself out in the bathroom mirror. Gone were the days when I could pass as not pregnant. Now, my bump was a distinctive round bulge, pressing out the front of my gown – which I had bought in the materni
“I… um…” I had no idea how to answer Dylan. Panic set in, sending my heart into overdrive. Should I admit to Asher being beside me? It was getting late at night. Surely Dylan would have follow-up questions. Like, why was Asher in my room after dark. “Oh, shit, I have to go,” Dylan said suddenly.
Asher’s words stole my breath away. For a long moment, I simply stared at him, desire coiling inside of me. He stared back, his blue eyes deep as the ocean. I swallowed thickly. I couldn’t wait to go home with him and see all of his promises in action. Nancy cleared her throat from the doorway.
The real Asher was safely behind the line of fake wolves. He glanced back at me in concern. I understood his worry. Holding this many projections was a strain. But I was done running. I was done standing back. Joseph would lose. And I would help bring him down. In the circle, Joseph started to