Hendrix"Where are you, Parker?" Jax stormed into the house, took one look at the room I was in, and cursed. "Are you kidding me with this shit? How dare you act out when you made the bed, you're currently lying in.""Just go. I want to be alone," I muttered loud enough that he heard. It was all the energy I had left. "Don't need you here to remind me that I fucked up with the person that mattered most."Bringing the almost empty bottle of scotch to my lips, I took a large gulp. My insides churned, the urge to destroy everything in my path overwhelming me once more.So far, the kitchen and dining room had taken the brunt of my ire. Shattered, the remains laid in tattered heaps all around me. The perfect simile to my life.I fucked everything that I touched.First Ophelia, and now Beau.Just thinking about them left me a confused and angry mess. I'd let my dick detract my attention from what mattered; the memory of my wife shouldn't be tainted by my lack of self-control.I shouldn't b
HendrixJax left after a while, but his words still haunted me.She chose…And as much as it pained me to admit, she had. Her bags had been packed that night after I came home, accusing her of blatantly showing off her lover. Of forcing my hand when it came to our divorce. Ophelia had embarrassed me, and I'd been rightfully angry.Instead of apologizing, she accused me of using her. Of being neglectful when just a week prior, I'd taken her on vacation to Paris for fashion week. She asked, and I gave in time and time again.But I was the bad guy?"Fucking asshole," I hissed out, my head pounding - too much going through my mind and nothing was making sense. One moment I was furious, and the next, full of regret.Had I let her go instead of asking for time?Had I not questioned and just listened?You can't shoulder this blame alone anymore.Somewhere in the house, a buzz sound came on. It was loud. An alarm.My eyes shifted toward the windows and realized that dawn had arrived, and I'd
Beau What the hell?Outside my window, someone was dying a tragic death. The wail of a wounded animal was more soothing than the crap that was coming through my thankfully closed window. I could only imagine how grotesque the sound would be if it were open."Shut up!" I yelled out into my empty bedroom, pissed that I was being pulled from my slumber. I'd been restless for days, ever since I walked out on Hendrix and took the Uber home. He was all I could think about.Was he okay?What triggered him?Did I really mean so little?Sure, he had called me these last few days trying to get a hold of me, but I deleted each voice or text without finding out what each contained. My heart couldn't take his berating. His demand of me to come back to his apartment as if nothing ever happened.Louder, the man sung his words of love and lost. Of finding his way back home, and I swear on all that's holy that I wanted to punch the love-sick fool.Better yet, how could I even hear this from my floor
Epilogue"May I present to you the new Mr. and Mrs. Ivan Scott," the preacher announced, and everyone stood up to clap, watching as the happy couple and my favorite kiddo walked down the aisle as a new family. It was a thing of beauty, and we were blessed to welcome him into the family.In the six months that followed, he'd been a godsend. Calmed Gloria down. Made her happy. Truly happy for the first time in her life.She'd always loved Aubrey, but was missing something. Made her search for it in all the wrong places. Now I knew why; he was her person.Completed her.The cool breeze off the water swept through the small ceremony, causing a few to grumble about their hair. Not me. I welcomed the reprieve from the warm weather in the middle of winter.We just didn't do that holiday down here. Five days of fifty-degree weather, and then we were back to scorching. Was a blessing and curse.Everyone else walked inside and toward Hendrix's deck to await the next part of the festivities. St
Hendrix"I'm not hiring a whore," I all but snarled, pissed at the idiot in front of me. I was tired and stressed; lacked the basic urge to be an understanding individual, much less give the asshole in front of me the benefit of the doubt.Jax, my closest friend since college, had caught me off guard - something that never happened these days.Nothing surprised me anymore, not since that night four years ago. The night my entire world stopped.Fuck. Focus on the here and now."Why?" he asked, bringing me away from that dark path filled with memories - moments frozen in time that never failed to haunt me. "Answer me."The jerk sounded amused - a pit bull with a bone. He wasn't going to let it go.Rubbing a hand down my face, I bit back a tired groan. "No."Of all the moronic crap he could have spewed, I had not been expecting this; for me to hire someone to play the role of my girlfriend for the next few months."Think about it, Hendrix. It's legal, safe..." he ticked each reason off
Beau"I'm so screwed," I whined from my place, head down on the coffee shop's table. I'd just turned in my finals paper in this semester's Special Education: Behavioral Intervention course and was fried.Well, if you could call individual lesson planning that would benefit two kids the age of nine assigned to me a paper. It was more of a teaching assessment. Different needs - IEPs that were set at two different places of the spectrum.It was my dream to work with autistic children, and it all stemmed from my older sister's daughter being diagnosed with autism. Four years old and a total cutie, Aubrey was the light of the family. Loved her as if she were my own, and I needed to help out.To learn what I could and give back to a community full of vibrant children.A dream that now seemed millions of miles away.Tired. Exhausted. Plain old freaking the hell out, I was drowning.From my viewpoint, there was no escaping the dead weight I carried. The responsibilities.Other people's expec
Beau"I can do this. This will be a good thing." A chant. My mantra ever since I set this meeting up with Zoe. Something about the way she reached out to me - how earnest she looked while telling me not to be prideful - resonated with me.Made me call.Once more I walked the length of the sidewalk."Planning to have this conversation out here? Should I fall in step?""Shit!" I yelped, while my companion laughed. Placing a hand on my chest, I looked over to my left and glared. "Didn't anyone ever tell you that it's not kosher to sneak up on people? How rude it is?"Zoe watched me try and regulate my breathing with an amused expression of her face. "My mother did tell me that all the time - hated when I'd sneak up and scare her half to death.""And yet you continue to do so?""Never been able to kick the habit." She shrugged unapologetically. "Didn't grasp the concept." My reply was a quick flip of the bird which caused her to snort. "Real mature, Beau.""Wasn't trying to be.""So..."
Beau"Always the truth.""You two weren't exactly using your indoor voices for parts of the conversation that day."Heat bloomed across my face; I was mortified that she'd heard. Reaching over, Zoe squeezed my hand once before letting go. "Stop. Don't be embarrassed. I've been where you are.""What? How?" I wasn't at my most eloquent. The high pitch in my voice had caught the attention of a few patrons around us, and again I blushed."As you can see..." she tilted her head to the side "...that's a conversation best had in private." Sliding out of the booth, Zoe strode off toward the shop's counter. A few words were exchanged between her and the employee up front before she came back with a few to-go containers.After placing my untouched food in the Styrofoam, she handed me, I looked up. "I thought we were going to talk. Are you leaving?"She nodded. "I am, and we are." Her eyes pleaded with me not to argue. "Come back to my place with me. Let me show you my world and explain." Noddi
Epilogue"May I present to you the new Mr. and Mrs. Ivan Scott," the preacher announced, and everyone stood up to clap, watching as the happy couple and my favorite kiddo walked down the aisle as a new family. It was a thing of beauty, and we were blessed to welcome him into the family.In the six months that followed, he'd been a godsend. Calmed Gloria down. Made her happy. Truly happy for the first time in her life.She'd always loved Aubrey, but was missing something. Made her search for it in all the wrong places. Now I knew why; he was her person.Completed her.The cool breeze off the water swept through the small ceremony, causing a few to grumble about their hair. Not me. I welcomed the reprieve from the warm weather in the middle of winter.We just didn't do that holiday down here. Five days of fifty-degree weather, and then we were back to scorching. Was a blessing and curse.Everyone else walked inside and toward Hendrix's deck to await the next part of the festivities. St
Beau What the hell?Outside my window, someone was dying a tragic death. The wail of a wounded animal was more soothing than the crap that was coming through my thankfully closed window. I could only imagine how grotesque the sound would be if it were open."Shut up!" I yelled out into my empty bedroom, pissed that I was being pulled from my slumber. I'd been restless for days, ever since I walked out on Hendrix and took the Uber home. He was all I could think about.Was he okay?What triggered him?Did I really mean so little?Sure, he had called me these last few days trying to get a hold of me, but I deleted each voice or text without finding out what each contained. My heart couldn't take his berating. His demand of me to come back to his apartment as if nothing ever happened.Louder, the man sung his words of love and lost. Of finding his way back home, and I swear on all that's holy that I wanted to punch the love-sick fool.Better yet, how could I even hear this from my floor
HendrixJax left after a while, but his words still haunted me.She chose…And as much as it pained me to admit, she had. Her bags had been packed that night after I came home, accusing her of blatantly showing off her lover. Of forcing my hand when it came to our divorce. Ophelia had embarrassed me, and I'd been rightfully angry.Instead of apologizing, she accused me of using her. Of being neglectful when just a week prior, I'd taken her on vacation to Paris for fashion week. She asked, and I gave in time and time again.But I was the bad guy?"Fucking asshole," I hissed out, my head pounding - too much going through my mind and nothing was making sense. One moment I was furious, and the next, full of regret.Had I let her go instead of asking for time?Had I not questioned and just listened?You can't shoulder this blame alone anymore.Somewhere in the house, a buzz sound came on. It was loud. An alarm.My eyes shifted toward the windows and realized that dawn had arrived, and I'd
Hendrix"Where are you, Parker?" Jax stormed into the house, took one look at the room I was in, and cursed. "Are you kidding me with this shit? How dare you act out when you made the bed, you're currently lying in.""Just go. I want to be alone," I muttered loud enough that he heard. It was all the energy I had left. "Don't need you here to remind me that I fucked up with the person that mattered most."Bringing the almost empty bottle of scotch to my lips, I took a large gulp. My insides churned, the urge to destroy everything in my path overwhelming me once more.So far, the kitchen and dining room had taken the brunt of my ire. Shattered, the remains laid in tattered heaps all around me. The perfect simile to my life.I fucked everything that I touched.First Ophelia, and now Beau.Just thinking about them left me a confused and angry mess. I'd let my dick detract my attention from what mattered; the memory of my wife shouldn't be tainted by my lack of self-control.I shouldn't b
Beau "This is all my fault," Zoe said from her place beside me on my bed. We were on day two of my exile from humanity and sharing a carton of Rocky Road. Thank God her boyfriend had gone to Brazil to visit family last week and she'd decided to stay back. "Had I not pushed you to try the sugar lifestyle, we wouldn't be here gaining pounds and crying over every asshole in a romcom from the '90s.""Therapy wasn't meant to be pretty, dork." The phone beside me vibrated, and I looked down at the screen. His name flashed across it - attempt number twenty today to get a hold of me, and I let it go to voicemail. A minute later it chimed with a voice message…and then a text."Not that I'm trying to rush you or anything…" she trailed off, spoon full of chocolate halfway to her mouth."But I'm not ready to deal with him or his pompous attitude." Mimicking her action, I swiped another spoonful of yumminess. Wasn't going to deny myself of the sole thing making me happy. Ice cream was God at tha
Beau It hurt to breathe, every muscle in my body aching the further from him I got."We'll get through this," I mumbled to myself, exiting the Uber's car.My mind still replayed the words he'd said. The hate in his eyes. To him, I was scum at the bottom of his shoes, and it hurt.What I still didn't understand was the why of it all? And what was worse, I still worried about him.I shouldn't be. Fuck, I should be wishing him a thousand deaths, but I didn't. Had even sent Jax a text the moment the car came to pick me up. Asked him to be there for his best friend. To check on him.We'd been fine all morning and into the early afternoon. I had to physically push him out of the kitchen to get some work done. Hendrix had been frisky - playful.Wanted to touch me every chance he got, and then that phone conference happened.What went into that room and the man who came out were two very different people."About time you arrived, slut," Ruby's voice came from behind me, closer to me than wh
Hendrix"So, do we have a deal, Mr. Rossi?" We were back home in the Keys after a long week of busy schedules. Work was grueling, my plans to build a resort had been accepted by the city, while Beau finished signing up for next semester's classes. Our paths had crossed only to say good morning and an even quicker goodnight.That's why the second I wrapped up this phone conference, I was saying goodbye to work and enjoying our long weekend alone. Four days of fun in the sun with my nymph.Mine. And she was, even if she didn't realize it yet.The scent of spices and seafood wafted through the air vents, and my mouth watered. It took everything within me not to hang up and go cop a feel - then a taste of whatever she was creating.Beau was busy cooking for me today, and it was a remarkable sight. Her, in a short summer dress - feet bare and hips swaying to the island rhythms playing on the radio.Had to walk away before I fucked her. Not that she would complain, but my nymph wanted to s
Hendrix"Motherfuck." Heat. Indescribable soft heat enveloped me, and my balls tightened. Her fist grasped the base of my length, her fingers just touching at the tips, and she gave a twist. Followed the movement of her mouth with each stroke. "Jesus, babe. Too…fuck…tighten your hold."Up, down…twist. Repeat.Nymph looked up at me from beneath her lashes, her tongue flicking the slit. "Like this?" Using both hands, she jerked me twice before spitting on the head - used her saliva and my pre-come to fuck my cock with her fist."Suck my dick, Beau." Fingers embedded in her hair, I wrapped the strands around my hand and tugged her closer. "Be a good girl, and take me into the back of that pretty little throat of yours.""Yes, please," she moaned, abandoning my length to find purchase on my thighs. One hand held her up while she opened her mouth wide to hold me on her tongue. To feel the weight of me.It was perverse. A beautiful, depraved scene, and I loved every second of it.How easil
Hendrix"Ready to head out?" Beau came to a stop in front of me, catching me off guard. "My feet hurt, and I'm dying to get out of this dress." Her words reminded me of my earlier discovery: she was completely bare underneath. Her lithe body was just waiting for my cock. Swollen. Wet. Fucking delicious. "So, can we? Go, I mean.""Of course," My tone was deep, holding an edge of manic desperation that caused her pupils to dilate. "Follow me."I pulled her along behind me, was just to the edge of the entrance - dodging everyone who wished to speak with me - in my desire to reach the lobby and elevators.If Beau thought that we were going back home tonight, she was dead fucking wrong. I had plans for us, and they included being naked and the smell of sex permeating every single square inch of the presidential suite I'd rented for the night."Wait!" she called out over the music, her heels digging into the floor, forcing me to stop. "What about your award? I think Amber picked it up and