Epilogue Three years later... They were standing on the balcony of their bedroom in the mansion, enjoing cup of coffee. Their life hadn't been easy but it was their life - one that they had fought and braved to live. They were happy together. "Come on, let's go inside." Nathan whsipered in her ear and Brooke nodded, following behind him. "You go, I'll just finish up this coffee and come in." "Alright." Brooke sipped her coffee enjoying the view that the balcony gave. Lush green lawns, chirping birds and the peace and quite of the morning was quite enticing. She remebered how Nathan had been her foundation after the attack and Greg's death. The Wilson's had threatned her with dire consequences for the death of their son but Nathan had handled the entire episode extremely well. He was by her side the entire time she recovered. It was just a few months after, once the mansion was ready, when Nathan asked her to move in with him and she had agreed. He had decided to work from the to
Somehow none of this was what Brooke envisioned when she found out Nathan and her were having a baby. She had expected things to run smoothly, like they did for her mother and Nathan’s mother and almost everyone on every television show ever. The pregnancy started off going according to plan, but somewhere it took a wrong turn and landed Brooke in the middle of Miserable Boulevard and Aching Court. And Nathan? Nathan had been awesome Nathan made sure that when things got a little too tough, a little too real, he was there to bring Brooke back to her senses In truth, Brooke had been absolutely thrilled about having a baby. But, when it came to actually being the one to have said baby? It turned out Brooke wasn’t so thrilled Still, they get a baby in the end. A baby that was healthy, and growing, and growing, and growing. Their kid was huge, measuring in at over 9 pounds and still growing. It’s weird because Brooke was happy about the fact but very, very, very nervous about i
Author's Notes and Disclaimer: Before starting this story, let me remind everyone that this is purely a work of fiction. Resemblance to anyone or anything dead or alive is purely co-incidental. Purely for entertainment purposes only. The names of the places mentioned in the story are again used as part of fictional reality. The description of towns or states has nothing to do with reality. Only the names are borrowed. Trigger Warning for cheating, infidelity and obsessive behavior. If you happen to be triggered by the description of these scenes you're fairly warned in advance. Adult language and content. No hate please. Peace and Love. Special Mention and Thanks to my wonderful editor, Jessica Jones for being so patient and lovely with me, this woudn't be possible without her guidance. I wish you all enjoy reading this as much as I did writing this. Brooke stood in front of the mirror as she looked at hers
Brooke was confused. Why would someone moan while they were in restroom? She was about to knock on the door when she heard someone yelling from inside. Afraid that something might have happened, she hastily opened the door and was shocked to her core. One of Greg’s assistants, Ariana Hawkins, was naked and was kissing her fiance, while the said fiance was buried deep inside the woman. Greg had Ariana perched atop the counter in between the basin and the wall. Brooke couldn’t believe her eyes. She stood frozen on the spot. She blinked and shook her head trying to deny whatever was happening in front of her. But no matter how much she tried, the scene remained the same. She wasn’t dreaming then, it dawned on her, no matter how much she wanted. Her heart stuttered and her breathing was erratic. This was reality. Her boyfriend of three years, Greg Wilson, to whom she was about to get married, was having sex with his assistant, Aria
Brooke spent the whole week wallowing in misery. She felt dejected. She had no motivation to work or do anything except to eat, drink, and sleep. She had switched off her phone, not caring about anything else going on in the world. She was sure her friends and family must have tried calling her, but she was in no mood to be interactive. Her parents had visited her immediately after the debacle. But she just yelled at them, begging them to leave her alone. Even her childhood friends Beth Gordon and Steve Mannings had attempted to visit her, pounding on the door for more than ten minutes, but Brooke had plainly ignored them, opting to pull the sheets over her head and closing her eyes.“Come on, open the damn door, Brooke.” Beth shouted from outside. She was worried about her best friend. She tried knocking again but no one opened the door.
The next day Brooke got up early and went about her morning routine. She went for a jog, which was a bit awkward as everyone at the park seemed to be giving her looks and talking about her in hushed tones. She gathered it was bound to happen after the whole 'wedding gone wrong' debacle. She didn’t pay too much attention to the gossip-mongering and focused on herself. When she came back home, she headed for a shower. She had eggs, toast, and fruit for breakfast. The first thing she decided to do was call her friends and family. She called Beth and Steve first, starting with an apology for not opening up the door that day and for being rude. They both forgave him quickly, but Beth threatened him that if Brooke ever did that again, she’d barge in by breaking down the door and kicking her ass. They talked for a while and made a plan to meet up at the cafe sometime soon. Next up, she called his family, assuring her mother that everything was ok
Brooke still gets sad and pissy. The people in town talked behind her back, and she was on the verge of almost closing her firm. Her entire life, all Brooke ever wanted was to start a firm of her own, be successful, have a husband who loved her, and a house with a backyard where their kids could play and grow in a loving environment. In other words, a perfect apple pie life. For the past few years, she was sure she was about to achieve her dream by marrying Greg, but to her horror, she’d been living in a fantasy. A fantasy that came crashing down right in front of her own eyes when her ex-fiance had cheated on her. In front of her! At their wedding!As if that was not enough, Brooke’s asshole of an ex had the nerve to spread rumors around the town that Brooke was too vanilla in bed, making that the reason why Greg had to turn to his secretary to satisfy his needs. Moreover,
Alaina, the barista and their mutual friend approached them after a few minutes and shook herhead at Steve's antics, “Hey, asshole,” she remarked, looking at Steve. It was their usual banter. Steve hitting on her and Alaina turning him down every time they visited. Brooke was always amused at how persistent Steve was. He always flirted with her despite her humiliating him all the time. Brooke couldn’t fault her friend though. Alaina was beautiful and smart and any guy would be lucky to have her. “Going with the usual, boys?”“Yes, sugar. Except, Brooke here would like some cherry pie for herself to cheer her up,” Steve replied, turning into a lovesick fool, gazing lovingly at Alaina.“Is that right? Everything okay, Brooke?” Alaina asked gently, turning towards her. Sh
Somehow none of this was what Brooke envisioned when she found out Nathan and her were having a baby. She had expected things to run smoothly, like they did for her mother and Nathan’s mother and almost everyone on every television show ever. The pregnancy started off going according to plan, but somewhere it took a wrong turn and landed Brooke in the middle of Miserable Boulevard and Aching Court. And Nathan? Nathan had been awesome Nathan made sure that when things got a little too tough, a little too real, he was there to bring Brooke back to her senses In truth, Brooke had been absolutely thrilled about having a baby. But, when it came to actually being the one to have said baby? It turned out Brooke wasn’t so thrilled Still, they get a baby in the end. A baby that was healthy, and growing, and growing, and growing. Their kid was huge, measuring in at over 9 pounds and still growing. It’s weird because Brooke was happy about the fact but very, very, very nervous about i
Epilogue Three years later... They were standing on the balcony of their bedroom in the mansion, enjoing cup of coffee. Their life hadn't been easy but it was their life - one that they had fought and braved to live. They were happy together. "Come on, let's go inside." Nathan whsipered in her ear and Brooke nodded, following behind him. "You go, I'll just finish up this coffee and come in." "Alright." Brooke sipped her coffee enjoying the view that the balcony gave. Lush green lawns, chirping birds and the peace and quite of the morning was quite enticing. She remebered how Nathan had been her foundation after the attack and Greg's death. The Wilson's had threatned her with dire consequences for the death of their son but Nathan had handled the entire episode extremely well. He was by her side the entire time she recovered. It was just a few months after, once the mansion was ready, when Nathan asked her to move in with him and she had agreed. He had decided to work from the to
Nathan and Gavin were coming back from their short visit and Gavin had just rolled his window down, when he heard gun shots. “What the hell?” He said, looking at Nathan who was on alert immediately. “This road leads to the woods behind the house doesn't it?” Nathan asked. “Yes, but who would be shooting and why?” “There’s no one who lives around here and the woods are prohibited to enter after sun down. Something’s not right. I’ll give the police a call.” Nathan swiftly dialed 911 and gave the details to the dispatch. Another round of shots were fired and Nathan jumped every time a shot echoed in the night, shredding his nerves into tatters. His fingers were digging into the door handle so hard there would surely be indentions left if he were ever able to pry his hand loose. "They're wild shots, Nathan. Whoever is shooting doesn’t have a good aim." Gavin tried to calm him even as he strained to hear better, never taking his eyes off the road. "How do you know?" "The shot
Broole couldn't form a reply. Her heart was beating out of her chest, and her head was spinning. She should have known that Greg would find a way to get to her. It didn't matter how long he had to wait or how far he had to go, he was never going to let Brooke escape him. She shook her head trying to focus on what the man in front of him was saying. "That's okay, I know you're surprised."She flinched back violently when Greg reached out to run his hand down the side of her face. She stifled a yelp when Greg balled a fist in her hair and yanked it up so she was forced to look at her own personal demon."I realize you've forgotten what I expect, but I don't think it'll take long for you to remember." Greg released his grip on her hair. "You know it's a shame Ariana didn’t succeed. I was counting on her," Greg mused. "What?" Brooke choked out."I will now have to force you, won't I?" Greg cocked his head, taking in her stunned expression. “If you don’t come with me, I promise I’ll tak
In the meantime, Brooke got up and went to the bathroom, cleaning herself up. She took a shower and opened Nathan’s closet, dressing up in his black t-shirt and PJ’s which were a tad too long on her body. But she didn’t care. They smelled like him and that made her insanely happy. She walked out of the room and headed towards the kitchen from where voices were coming from. Gavin whistled the moment Brooke stepped in the kitchn. “Look who’s there. Seems like somebody had a great night.”“Shut up.” She grumbled, but couldn’t help smiling as she headed to the refrigerator and took out a bottle of water to drink. “Aren’t those clothes too big for you?” Gavin teased, enjoying the dubstruck look on Nathan’s face. “Yeah but I feel comfy…” She shrugged and walked up to the table and sat down on the chair beside Nathan. “You look…” Nathan gulped. He was awed the moment she walked out the room in his clothes and he felt possessive of her. She looked damn great in his clothes. He likes the i
The drive back home was a torture. Nathan went beyond the speed limit at least twice. He made it back to his apartment in record time. They both rushed out of the car and into Nathan’s house as fast as they could. Once they were inside, Nathan all but attacked Brooke. Hot kisses were exchanged. Nathan took Brooke’s lips in a passionate kiss, biting down on her lower lip before he plundered deep inside her mouth, tongue mapping out the ridges inside. They walked towards his bedroom, undressing as fast as they could and stumbled onto the bed, buck naked. Nathan pressed close to her, their private parts coming in contact with each other. It was a bit too much; they started rubbing against each other. Nathan heard Brooke making a happy noise at the back of her throat as she let Nathan control their pace. They kept kissing until Nathan was satisfied that he'd kissed Brooke senseless, her lips swollen and coated in his saliva.Nathan started kissing her everywhere, leaving a trail of kis
Brooke opened the door. “Hi.” Nathan was buzzing with nervous energy and was so excited that he wasn’t prepared on being hit by the beauty bomb that was Brooke and her beauty. The dress, and the big smile she sported with a sparkle in her eyes had a huge effect on him. She looked so beautiful. His mouth went dry but he had to say something. “Hi.” Nathan rasped.Brooke smirked, knowing full well the effect she was having on him. “So you had a great day or are you just happy to see me, Bradford?” She teased, her eyes roaming over his body and stopping right around the visible bulge in Nathan’s pants.It took a bit longer for Nathan to understand what Brooke had said. “Shit.” He covered himself with a hand. “Sorry.”Brooke smiled, “Don’t be. It means this is working.” She pointed at herself. Nathan chuckled and handed over the flowers to Brooke, “These are for you.” “Wow!” Brooke took the flowers in her hands and admired them for a moment. “You didn’t have to, Nathan.”“But I wanted
Once Ariana hurriedly ran away, Noah chasing behind her, Nathan motioned for Brooke to follow him to Noah’s room where he had sent the night alone. He let Brooke inside and closed the door behind him. The moment he turned around, he found himself being pushed against the door and kissed hard within an inch of his life. At first, he was shocked, but when Brooke’s tongue shyly licked along his lower lip, asking for entrance, he readily opened his mouth and kissed Brooke back enthusiastically. “I’m sorry,” Brooke said when they broke apart once the need for oxygen was too much to ignore. Nathan licked around the seam of Brooke’s lower lip and pressed soft kisses along her mouth. “For what?” He held her by her waist and pulled her closer to him, bodies aligning perfectly along each other.“For being a bitch,” Brooke breathed as Nathan kept on kissing her, readily kissing him back. Months of pent-up sexual tension was finally being released. It was like the floodgates were opened and t
Brooke was going to be sick, she was definitely going to be sick when Ariana called for Nathan to come out and she heard the bathroom door open. She closed her eyes as someone padded towards them, not wanting to believe what was going to be very obvious in the next moment. But when she heard someone say her name, she was confused.“Brooke? What are you doing here?” Brooke opened her eyes to see a snickering Ariana looking at him and a confused Nathan standing behind her, clad only with a towel on his waist. But she recognized, it wasn’t really Nathan. It was Noah, Nathan’s twin. Sure they looked exactly the same but their voices were different and she spotted that the moment Noah called her by her name. She was instantly relieved. “I could ask you the same question, Noah. Where’s Nathan?”“Oh, he’s in my room. The next one, right beside this one,” Noah answered, pointing in the direction of the room.“What are you doing in his room? And what the Hell is this woman doing here?” Brook