Great! Nick was nursing his broken heart when he laid eyes on me. Boom! Heartache gone. New adventure begins. Hello, rebound romance!Then unexpectedly, he had to face the previous axis of his world again. I couldn’t blame him. I would have a torn look on my face too if this ever happened to me. And I was not sure whether I should feel sorry for myself or for him.I took a step back. His eyes looked panicked and then he snatched me into his arms again. “No, no, kitten,” he said. “This does not change anything about what I feel for you. That chapter of my life is totally over. It’s our time now. I should have told you about her sooner. And I’m sorry about that. But nothing changed. Margot and I didn’t end in good terms. I still loathe her. Nothing changed.”That was the problem. I think it broke my heart hearing him say that he was still mad at her. Hatred and anger are very strong feelings. Like love. And sometimes, you hate your exes because you have not completely forgiven them, bec
“I mean, I’m not privy to his sexual escapades, but let’s just say that Mother never caught him with a girl in his bed. That didn’t mean he was not having sex though. It just meant he didn’t make them stay the night. And he’d always be home after a night out, which meant he didn’t want to spend his night in a bed that was not his, unless it was a hotel room and he’d be in it alone.”“I don’t believe you. Besides, he had a girlfriend for five years.” My heart sank at the thought once again.Blaze narrowed his eyes and asked, “Can you imagine how shocked she was?”“I didn’t know about Margot,” I said. “I was sort of shocked too.”“Nick didn’t mention her?”I shook my head.“Maybe because she wasn’t worth remembering.” There was a hint of bitterness in his voice when he said that.“She’s gorgeous and five years is always worth remembering,” I argued.Blaze drank his whiskey again and gave me an unimpressed smile. “Five years in a calm, boring relationship is forgettable compared to a few
It was already ten in the morning when I opened my eyes. Light flooded through the glass doors, touching my skin. Nick was no longer in bed when I turned to his side. I sat up, looking for any sign of him.The door of the bathroom opened and he appeared with only a towel wrapped around his waist. I took a deep breath and closed my eyes, biting my lower lip.Seriously? Did he have to show me this so early in the morning?As if I needed a reminder of how hot he actually was. That toned body, those abs—they sent shivers down my spine the first moment I laid eyes on them, even back when I thought I’d never be with a guy. But now, shit! I need a cold shower!“Good morning,” he greeted.“Morning,” I greeted back.He stared at me for a moment, his eyes smoldering, his lips slightly parted as if he was undressing me in his mind.“What?” I asked.He shook his head and took a deep breath. Then he replied, “My stepfather asked me to meet one of his associates. They needed to consult with me rega
Blaze appeared from his own room wearing black pants, white shirt, and black leather jacket.I smiled at the three of them. The girls took one look at me and then smiled happily. Margot seemed more pleased because I looked so ordinary standing next to her.“Shall we go?” Beatrice asked.I simply nodded, feeling self-conscious, although I didn’t know the other people who will be in the party and I knew Nick wouldn’t care much if I dress like a diva or not.As we headed out the door, I felt Blaze pull me by the shoulder.“Nick called,” he said.We all turned to him. “He wanted me to get him a jacket for tonight and he said Mackenzie should know exactly what he wants and what his size is.”Margot raised a brow. “I know his exact size. I can go with you.”Blaze shook his head. “I’m the one paying, and I’m the one he asked to do this for him. And there’s no way I will let you ride my car.”Blaze was blunt. He made no pretensions that he liked Margot.“Well, we’ll follow you in the car,” Ma
“Nick…” I whispered.He took a step forward as if he wanted to lunge forward and take me into his arms. I prepared myself to be caught by him, maybe even to be crushed in his arms as his lips bruise mine, like he used to do… But he stopped midway, hesitating. Then I remembered last night, when I told him to think things over between us, between him and Margot. Now, staring up at his handsome face, I kept asking myself, what the hell was I thinking?! I didn’t know what he will say to me and what decision he’s made. Frankly, if I wasn’t busy worrying about how I looked like in this dress and in my makeup, I would be pacing back and forth waiting to hear what he had to say.Nick didn’t seem to know how to act in front of me either. When I looked at his face, I hardly recognized him. He used to be sweet and jolly, always having a mischievous, playful expression on his face. Now, he looked somber and tired, as if he was up all night thinking.And I did not find it comforting that he had
Tyler stared back at me for a moment and then he asked in surprise, “Oh, so Nick never mentioned him?”I shook my head.“Sai was practically Nick’s blood brother. They used to be neighbors, and they went to the same college. They took up the same classes. Sai survived university because Nick was always there, doing stuff for him and Marg. Nick was the smart one. Don’t know how he did it, but we always joked about him attending university for three people.Shit! As much as this hurt me, I wanted to hear this. Not sure if the story was true, but I heard a lot from Blaze, who seemed to be anti-Margot. I wanted to hear it from somebody who wanted no one else for Nick but Margot. And obviously, he was giving me more information than he should.“What did Margot say? You guys asked her, right?” I asked.“She just said that he and Nick were taking a break. Nick wanted to see his options abroad. We always thought he was just talking about career options,” Tyler replied.“You thought he’d come
I think my heart just stopped beating.Shit! What was Blaze planning? These people already didn’t like me just for the fact that I showed up in Nick’s arm when all of them had high hopes that he and Margot would get back together. Now, Blaze wanted me to get up on stage. For what?I shook my head, glaring at Blaze, though I doubted he could see me from the stage. I looked at Nick. He didn’t look happy. He, too, was looking murderously at his brother.“Come on, bro. My surprise performance will only work if you let go of your girl for just fifteen minutes. I promise I will return her to you, unspoiled and unscathed,” Blaze said.The people were quiet now, and they were all staring at us, wondering what Blaze was planning to do.“Vince, please escort our lovely Mackenzie to the stage, please.”A tall blond guy was beside me in an instant, holding his hand out. Nick stood up and started pushing the guy away.“Take a step back or I swear I will punch all your teeth down your throat right
As I played the song, I looked over at Nick’s direction. He was staring at me with a grin on his face. I bit my lips because I couldn’t help but smile back at him. Then I had to turn away from him so I could play properly. By the second chorus, the people were already singing with us. We were bringing the house down.Blaze took a short breather after the song. People were still on their feet, cheering for us to play more.Blaze went back to the microphone and said, “This is our last song for tonight.”There were boos from the audience.“Come on, now, guys. It’s my brother’s birthday. I gotta party with you, too, okay?” He took a breather and then he said, “This is the first time I will sing this next song and I hope I do pull it off. But it’s a significant song because it reminds me of something important about Nick that not many of you knew about him—maybe not even you, Tyler.“Two years ago, my father’s company sponsored an event to make us aware of a pressing problem in our countr
Six months later, I graduated from the culinary school and became Austin’s sous-chef. I was getting excellent training from him, and the great thing about that was I didn’t feel like I was working at all. Every day was an adventure for me. Every moment was like play time. I was inventing my own fusions and Austin had considered including them in his official menu. Nick comes to New York at least three times a month. Whenever he had the chance to get away from work, he would come to me. And every time I spent with him was pure bliss, pure treasure. I have never been happier in my life. My happiness didn’t come without a price. I thought now that everything was going quite well in my life, I should let go of all the pain and anger I may still be harboring. There would no happiness without forgiveness, without healing. And to start with that, I forgave my father. The day after my graduation, I flew back to Salt Lake City to visit his grave. Nick went with me. I stared at the words on
I didn’t know how long I slept or how I got home. But when I opened my eyes, it was already morning. I realized I wasn’t lying down on the ground by the beach where I last remembered I was. Instead, a down feather duvet kept me warm as I lay comfortably on a firm mattress. The pillows, duvet, and bed covers were all white, matching the eggshell paint on the walls.At first, I thought I was in a hospital, but then I realized the bed I was in was far too comfortable and a lot wider than a hospital bed. Something about the room I was in was very familiar, as if I’ve been here plenty of times before.The next thing I realized was that I was completely naked under the sheets. I felt tired, as though I went through a rigid exercise regimen the night before. Apart from that, I was feeling a little sore there, too, in my most private part. Shit!Suddenly, I felt movement behind me. An arm draped over my waist and I felt warm kisses on my neck.I panicked!I was with a guy! I was naked! We ha
Ken“Ma’am, are you okay? Ma’am, can you hear me?”“Should we call the police?”I slowly opened my eyes and found the girl in Margaret’s diner and another guy looking at me with worried expressions on their faces. I looked around. I realized I was seated in the driver’s seat of my car, with the seat inclined. The girl was sitting on the passenger seat, holding up a small bottle of mint balm and the guy was kneeling by my car door.“What happened?” I asked, sitting up.“You fainted,” the guy said to me. “You’re lucky I was passing by when you dropped your phone and passed out. I caught you before you could hit your head. I called for help. Are you okay?”I nodded. “Th—thanks.”“Do you want to go to the hospital?” the girl asked.I shook my head. “I’ll be… I’ll be okay.”“Well, I found these on the ground,” the guy said. He handed me the pieces of my phone. “I think you’re gonna need to buy a new one.”He was right. The phone was broken that I doubt any service center could still put it
Nick.I wasn’t able to react immediately. I took a couple of hits before I came to my senses and docked and thwarted all her assaults. It took a while to convince her that maybe she was just late. I offered to get her a pregnancy kit just so she could be sure.I waited days for her to tell me that the tests came back negative, as I was sure they would be. I was positive I never touched her. How could I? I spent most of the night staring at her, watching her sleep. I was in love with her. When I do make love to her, I want her to want it, too. I wanted her to remember me. I wanted to be different from the others she had been with.I called her several times, but she was completely ignoring me. I was beginning to get worried. I realized, too, that since I backed out on my deal with her father, he would no doubt employ somebody else to charm her, woo her. Try to succeed where I failed. Well, I haven’t failed yet. In fact, I was only just starting. There were some things that I wanted to
Nick.I went inside the Rhythemes. This was new. The last time I was in town, this joint wasn’t here, not that it would make much of a difference to me anyway. I was not the type to frequent bars or go to one out of boredom. I didn’t fancy sitting at the bar, watching sex-hungry predators pick up their latest clueless prey.I would rather go to a card house. At least there, I could exercise my brains and make money out of it. No, I’m not a gambling addict. I just happened to be gifted at it. Am I counting cards? Well, where was the fun if you use mathematical equations and probabilities? But desperate times call for desperate measures.When I came back to the States, I had no family left to go to. My father was gone, leaving me with the only property he could afford. The house he left behind was too shabby and major repairs had to be done. I didn’t have enough money to build my dream house. But I couldn’t leave my father’s legacy looking like a shithole. I did what I had to do. In a y
“So, how are you doing?” I asked Brett when he visited me in New York. We were up having beer on the rooftop.“I’m fine,” he said, but his tone was not so convincing. I raised a brow at him. “By that, I mean I’m surviving information overload, trial by fire, meeting up with more people in a month than I ever did in my entire life, and trying to become the great Robert Clarke in approximately two hundred and fifty-five days. I’m losing my bachelor years too fast, but yeah, I’m all right.”I reached out and squeezed his hand. “I’m sorry. It could have been me, you know.”He nodded. “Yeah. You could have been in my shoes. But the thing is, I never dreamed of becoming a chef. I’ve always wanted to be a businessman. I can’t force this fate on you, too. It’s just things are happening too fast, too soon.”“Don’t worry, Brett. You’ll do great. Soon, you’ll be in Forbes magazine as one of the youngest, most successful CEOs in the country. It’s written in your stars. You were brilliant in schoo
Kitten,It had been six months, ten days, three hours and thirty-three minutes. I’m still waiting. Told you I would. Although I hope you never get tired of reading my letters. I will never get tired of writing them—until my last breath, remember?Brett wouldn’t tell me where you are but assured me you were okay. Right now, there is nothing more I wanted to do but to come to you. Nope, I won’t even hug you if you don’t want me to. I just want to make sure you’re okay, make you feel that everything is going to be all right. You’re not alone. You will never be.I love you, kitten.Tears were rolling down my cheeks when I read Nick’s latest letter. Brett comes to New York to check up on me once a month. He brought a bunch of letters and trinkets from Nick since he didn’t know about my new address.Nick was true to his word. He would not stop writing to me. He already said he was sorry. He gave me all the explanations in the world. He’d given me time to process and find it in my heart to
After that, everything was a blur. I felt as if I was floating like a zombie the past few days. I didn’t get much sleep, and it was as if I had matured ten years in a span of ten days. I suddenly needed to handle adult stuff that I wasn’t ready for: meeting with the police, talking to lawyers, and handling a funeral.Things happened quickly. And since an investigation was ongoing, and my father’s company was publicly listed, news of his death would hurt the company and, according to my uncle, my inheritance. He chose to have everything hushed. The funeral was opened only to blood relatives and there was no coverage on the media about it. We were also instructed not to talk to anybody without consulting with our lawyers first.The worst part of it all, I couldn’t talk to anyone about how I was feeling. No matter how bad my relationship with my father was, no matter what a madman I thought he was, he was still my father. And it was never easy losing a parent. Up until now, a part of me
I wish I could say that I was back in Nick’s house and in his life after twenty-four hours. I wish I could say we were back in each other’s arms within a week and that he proposed to me a month after. I wish I didn’t leave, and my life would have been a complete bliss. Nick would have taken care of me and we would have lived a simple but happy life. That would have been how I wanted my story with Nick to end.But life wasn’t always that simple, and it certainly was never easy. And just when you thought you got it all figured out, life throws you out of balance again.Two months. Twenty-eight days. Fourteen hours. Twenty-five minutes.That was how long it had been since I left Nick’s house. That was how long since I last saw him, since I last had a conversation with him.He calls. Every day. Sometimes more than once a day. He also sends me text messages at least three times a day: to say good morning, to remind me about lunch, and then to say good night.He writes, too. The longhand l