DelilahI sit by the window after cleaning up some shelves at the store. I have been avoiding Sebastian's phone calls and text messages since storming off from his house, but I knew I couldn't avoid him forever.Sebastian knows where to find me. I am surprised he hasn't barged into my home or the bookstore already.Maybe he is trying to give me some space.Yeah right..."Where would you like me to put these, Miss Delilah?"I was startled when Charlie spoke behind me. He was holding a big box full of vintage magazines."Why don't you stack them over there? The shelf against the wall," I instructed. Charlie nodded.After Watson drove me home, I had to take a long bath to calm myself down. I was angry and horny and feeling all kinds of emotions. A hundred butterflies fluttered in my stomach. Damn that asshole.I tried to keep myself busy in an attempt to stop thinking about him.At the end of the day, I told Charlie to close the shop and headed outside.I stopped in my tracks as I saw Se
Delilah"Why do you look mad? I made it quick, just as I promised," Sebastian smirked on our way out."You did. But now I'm sore. Did you really have to be so rough?" I glare at him.Sebastian laughed. "I wanted to be quick. I'll be gentle next time," he cooed and tried to touch me between my legs, but I smacked his hand away."Don't touch me, asshole!" I barked.Sebastian put his hand up in surrender and then concentrated on his driving. He was driving to the office. He is taking me because he wants me to witness him busting my former lover. I bet it will be the most satisfying thing for him.I shifted uncomfortably. "I am an outsider. It doesn't seem too professional if I'm there.""You're not a random person. You are my future wife, so it's okay for you to be there. I want you there because I want you to see how much of a loser your lover is," Sebastian grinned.I frowned. "For the last time, he is not my lover. And god, you're being petty," I said."Call it what you want, but I do
SimonI walk inside the club and look for Olivia.I told my brother a tiny little fib. The part about going to the club was true, but the part where I said I was meeting friends wasn't true. I didn't have a large group of friends. The less I hung out with people, the better it was for my career.I wanted to go to the club for one reason only. To stalk my beloved Olivia, of course.I knew she would be there, dancing the night away like she always did on Friday nights.It was always at the same club. Once in a while, she'd visit other clubs, but it was guaranteed that she would be here on Friday nights, which made it easier for me to catch my little birdie.I didn't have to look too hard as I spotted her right in the middle of the dance floor, dancing with some tall, skinny, frat boy-looking jerk. Where does she find these idiots? I rolled my eyes and approached them.I don't approach her like the last time. I wanted to tread more carefully since the last time I had to go home with near
OliviaI sat down on the bed in a daze. I still couldn't make sense of last night.I can hardly remember anything.How did I get to this hotel suite? Who brought me here?What the hell happened last night?I vaguely remember seeing Sebastian at the club. Sebastian? Wait, no. It wasn't him. It turned out to be Simon, and then...I have no recollection of what happened after.I look down and gasp. I am not wearing my dress from last night. I was wearing a man's shirt. It smelled like sandalwood.Fuck...this isn't good.I quickly get dressed and head home. I was supposed to have lunch with my parents and my older brother Jonathan who is visiting us from England.I take a fast shower and get ready for lunch. My mother already thinks I'm a spoiled brat, so being late at lunch isn't ideal. I won't hear the end of it.And Jonathan, well, I missed him. I wanted to talk to him about Sebastian too.My big brother wraps his arms around me and pulls me into a big bear hug that puts a smile on my f
SimonI watch Olivia storm off with her brother in a rage.She has that look on her face. Like she is about to kill someone. The face of a jilted lover.I smile dubiously. Dear brother must've rejected her for the hundredth time. Why won't this silly little girl learn already? She wants what she can't have.I wait until she finishes arguing with her brother before storming inside the house. After that, it was my turn.Then I wait, and I wait some more until everyone goes to bed for the night.I fiddle with the latch until the window breaks open then I slip inside the house. I creep upstairs. I already know where her bedroom is, so it doesn't take me long to find it.Her door was open, so I walked inside effortlessly with a smug smile painted on my lips.She has her head buried inside a book, so she doesn't hear me come in. I hold back a chuckle as I read the title of her book."I'm sorry, 'Sexting with a Vampire?' Is that the kind of thing you like reading?"Olivia squeals loudly and
DelilahTwo weeks later,It is my wedding day.It is supposed to be the happiest day of my life. I had been dreaming about it since I was a little girl, but now it feels like a nightmare.Everything looks perfect. The venue is beautifully decorated. Sebastian insisted on paying for everything, which hurt my father's pride a little, but he was appreciative in the end.Sebastian spared no expense. The wedding hall had everything I had ever dreamed of having for my wedding. In addition, I got to buy the most beautiful dress I had ever seen, which Sebastian paid for as well.But I couldn't be happy no matter how much I tried. Dread filled my stomach. I wasn't about to marry him because we were in love. I was marrying him because he practically owned me. This is all wrong right from the beginning.I chose a lacy floor-length gown with an open back. I kept her hair down in loose waves and decorated it with white Lilies to match my dress.I wish I could be excited for this day, but I was ter
Sebastian"Sebastian, wait. Where are you taking me?" Delilah asked as I pulled her toward the Limo with 'Just Married' written on the back."Did you forget it's our wedding night? We are going to our honeymoon suite," I said, smiling ear to ear as if I had just won the lottery."But I haven't had the chance to say goodbye to everyone!" she whined."They will understand," I practically shoved her inside the Limo. I know she is trying to make excuses to stall, and I have no patience for it. I was desperate to have her tonight. I had been longing to touch her everywhere ever since I saw her walking down the aisle. My beautiful bride.I controlled my urge to attack her in the Limo. I should wait till we make it to the hotel, at least, I thought. Delilah stayed quiet the entire ride, but she didn't smack my hand away when I put it on her lap."Wait here," I said to Delilah and went inside the hotel to grab the room key, then came back to collect her.Delilah looked like she was in a daze
DelilahI ended up having a great time on our honeymoon.An amazing time, really.Sebastian took me to different places and showed me things I had never seen. I never went anywhere outside of the USA before, so this was a whole new experience.We went to a festival and walked around for a while. It has been a while since I enjoyed some time myself. I was always at home taking care of my father and the bookstore. Vacation was not something I could enjoy back there."I need to sit down," I told him after a while."Are you tired?" he raised his eyebrows."My feet hurt," I complained.Sebastian led me to a bench, and I sat down immediately. I looked at him with surprise as he suddenly knelt down in front of me."What are you doing?" I asked."Let me see your feet," he said and grabbed one of my feet, and took my shoes off."Wait...you don't have to..." I started to protest but stopped when he massaged the bottom of my feet with his thumb. It felt like heaven after walking around for so lo
Emma It's my wedding day. I feel like I'm in a daze, floating in the cloud. I can't believe this is happening to me and I'm about to marry this amazing, gorgeous man of my dreams. Things can't get any better. I look at Sam, who is running around and giggling with some of the other kids in his house. He is wearing a tiny tuxedo and looks absolutely adorable. My heart swells with love and pride. I can't believe how fast he's grown up and how lucky I am to have him in my life. As I take a deep breath, I can feel the excitement and anticipation building up inside of me. I can't wait to walk down the aisle and see my husband-to-be waiting for me. "Sam, be careful! You will trip over the decorations!" Delilah scolded him, but he only giggled louder. Delilah couldn't help but crack a smile and look at me. "Ready for your big day?" she smirks. "I don't know," I giggle nervously. She raises an eyebrow. "You don't know? You're not getting cold feet, are you?" I shake my head frantically
Jonathan I go back to the building to check on Alaric. I made sure to have Ray send someone to kill the wasps ahead of time and give Alaric medical attention if needed before my arrival. Alaric is sitting on the chair with his face and body swollen, but he appears to be breathing. "I see you survived the wasps," I comment. "Fuck you," Alaric mumbles. "I came here to give you good news and bad news," I say. He looks at me with confusion. "What?" "The good news is that Emma and I are getting married, and Sam will officially become my son," I say. "Samuel is my son," Alaric barks. "Not anymore, he isn't. You will be waiving all rights as his biological dad," I say, putting the adoption paper on his lap. Alaric glares at me as he looks at the adoption paper. He doesn't say anything for a few moments. I watch as his expression turns angrier. "I don't want to give up my rights," he says. "It's not up to you anymore," I reply. "I've already talked to my lawyer, and everything is
JonathanHere I am at the abandoned building again, three days later. I kept my promise to Alaric and didn't show up until now, leaving him in the dark. I'm sure he is covered in his own piss and starving. The thought gives me comfort. "How was life in darkness, Alaric? It's not fun, is it?" I ask after taking the tape off of his mouth. There is no window down there, so Alaric wouldn't have known the difference between day and night. "Fuck you, asshole! What the fuck is wrong with you, man?" Alaric barks. "I couldn't begin to tell you. Are you ready to confess yet?" I laugh. "Confess what? I didn't do anything!" Alaric shouts. "Ah, so we are still playing the game. Say, Alaric, are you hungry?" I ask and shake the Mcdonald's bag in my hand. "I am fucking starving, man. You left me here tied up for three days!" he says as if I don't know what I did already. I take the burger out and take a big bite. "Mmm...you know I have all the money in the world, and I can afford expensive f
Jonathan "Emma doesn't want the police involved," Sebastian says. "I see..." I say grimly, but I'm not surprised. "I don't blame her. They will ask her a lot of questions in court. It'll keep reminding her of her painful past." Sebastian nods. "There must be an alternative. I want that bastard Alaric to suffer, even if it's in an unconventional way." "Leave that to me. I'll take care of Alaric," I say with gritted teeth. Sebastian narrows his eyes. "Emma is my sister. I shouldn't put this all on you." I shake my head. "You don't understand, Sebastian. I'm taking this personally because I love Emma. She broke down in front of me and told me everything. I could see the pain in her eyes, and it broke me. I'll do anything for her, and I personally want to cause that piece of shit pain." "Alright. Just keep me updated. I have your back," Sebastian says. I nod, then head over to my meeting with someone really special who can help me with my plan. I know it's risky, but I'm willing t
Emma "Mommy! Where were you?" I smile as Sam runs toward me with his arms wide open. I pick him up in my arms, laughing. "Did you miss me?" I ask, giving him a kiss on the cheek. Sam nods his head enthusiastically, burying his face in my shoulder. "Yes, mommy! I missed you so much!" he says, his voice muffled by my shirt. I hold him tight, feeling a surge of love for my little boy. "I missed you too, baby," I say, stroking his hair. "What did you do while I was gone?" "We played cars and watched cartoons!" he exclaims, his face lighting up. "That sounds like fun," I say, smiling. "Did you eat your lunch?" "Yes, I did!" Sam replies, grinning up at me. "Good job!" I say, giving him another kiss. "I'm so proud of you." Sam giggles, squirming in my arms. "Mommy put me down! I want to go get a snack. I'm hungry!" "Okay, okay," I say, lowering him to the ground. "Go get something to eat." I say, feeling my eyes well up with tears. I hope his happiness lasts forever. Sam looks be
Jonathan I feel anger surging through me, but I keep calm for Emma's sake. I need to keep my head clear so I can think of a plan to find that bastard Alaric. And when I do, I will rip both of his arms off. "What happened to him?" I had asked her, and she shook her head. "I don't know. He broke up with my mom after I got pregnant. Maybe he got scared," Emma told me. "And your mom? Did you ever tell her any of this?" I ask. Emma looks down at her hand. "I tried once, but she got mad and beat me. She said I was just making up lies to hide the fact that I got pregnant by some loser." I take a deep breath and try to push down the rage that's boiling inside me. Emma has been through enough already, and I need to stay focused on helping her. I gently put my hand on her shoulder and give her a reassuring squeeze. "Listen, Emma. You did nothing wrong. Alaric is the one who should be ashamed of himself for what he did to you. And your mom... well, she clearly didn't handle the situati
Emma I wake up in his arms in the middle of the night, engulfed by his warmth. I feel his steady breath against my neck as I snuggle closer to him, appreciating the way his arms feel wrapped around me. It is as if I am cocooned in a bubble of safety. I trace my fingers over his chest, feeling the rise and fall of his breathing under my touch. It is a comforting rhythm. Why am I like this? Everything was perfect last night, he did everything right. He didn't push me into anything and showered me with warmth. And yet, I had my stupid panic attack and messed everything up. I touch his lips softly, careful not to wake him up. I can't believe I let my past get the best of me. I ruined the moment even though I wanted him to make love to me. I have to make things right, I think to myself, then climb on top of him to kiss him all over his body. And now he is awake, staring at me with those blue eyes, making me feel even more guilty about rejecting him last night. "Emma. You don't ha
Jonathan Fuck...maybe I am going too fast. The last thing I want is to scare her again by acting like a horny teenager. But she is not pushing me away. Instead, she took my hand in hers, still staring into my eyes. I take a deep breath, trying to calm the racing thoughts in my head. I don't want to mess this up. I don't want to push her away or make her feel uncomfortable. The cool breeze hit us both, and I felt her shudder against my arms. "Shit, you're cold. Let's get you inside," I say. "Maybe you can give me a tour of your house." She smiles. "Sure," I say, smiling at her. "I'd be happy to show you around." I start with the living room, then the kitchen. Then we move upstairs. "The upstairs has three bedrooms and a small terrace," I tell her. Emma looks around in amazement. "It's such a beautiful house." she pauses before speaking again. "Where do you sleep?" "Usually in the master bedroom," I say, gesturing towards the door at the end of the hallway. "Can I see it?" sh
Emma I run my fingers over the delicate silk of the dress. I've never seen any dress so beautiful, let alone wearing it. "Go ahead and try it on," Delilah says and smiles encouragingly. But as I hold it in front of me in front of the mirror, I feel weird. "I don't know if this will suit me," I say. "Of course, it will. Put it on immediately," Delilah orders. I laugh at her enthusiasm and then go inside the bathroom to change. I slip into the dress, and I can feel the smooth, silky fabric slide against my skin. It's like nothing I've ever worn before, and I can't help but feel a bit nervous. Will I be able to pull it off? I take a deep breath and step out of the bathroom and into the dressing room. Delilah's eyes light up when she sees me. "Oh my goodness, you look stunning!" she exclaims. "That dress was made for you." I turn to the mirror and can hardly believe what I see. The dress fits me perfectly, hugging my curves in all the right places. The color brings out the warm