I fall off the side of my bed with a loud thud as my body hits the carpet. My eyes spring open with tears already trickling down the sides of my cheeks, and I slowly pull myself up on trembling limbs, sitting on the edge of my bed. With my head nestled between my hands, I watch as the delicate droplets of disbelief and suspicion splash across my bare toes. It was a dream… Just a very crazy, awful dream… My mother didn't have a husband and child before she met my father, did she? No, she couldn't have, that’s absurd. My father has told us many stories about my mother being his first love, and my mum always said: “You have always held a place in my heart from when we were younglings.” But it's the name Cameron that sticks with me. And Reece Cameron springs to mind. No. It’s just a coincidence. My mother wouldn't have a child and not raise it. She was always about family, and it's why I was always pestering my father about disowning Rose. It's not what my mother wou
With a sudden jolt, I push the folder away from me as if it were ablaze, my heart pounding in my chest. My body recoils, scrambling away from the cabinet in a frenzy. Wide-eyed, I find myself unable to tear my gaze away from the ominous folder, its contents shrouded in mystery. I... I have a brother?! As much as my heart is screaming at me that there must be a misunderstanding, I know for certain that my eyes don't deceive me. My mother had a family before she settled down with my father, giving birth to Rose and me a few years later. But how? How can she just up and leave her son? Did something terrible happen and was my dad just a rebound guy that she stood beside because she wanted a simpler life? I have so many questions and my mother's not here to answer them. I wonder if my father knows that she had a son and if he did, is he to blame for her abandonment? "Shit, fucking arsehole, shit!!" My inner goddess screams. With my eyes burning holes in my mother's most pr
We enter his office, and I wait as he pulls the blinds up, allowing the sun's beams to flood the room. He takes off his biker gear, placing his helmet on the small table that sits by the small bookcase in the corner of his office “Do you want a coffee?” He looks at me with amusement as he settles behind his desk. I bet he's recalling the shenanigan about us not having any coffee inside the house when popped over unannounced.. “I'm good, thanks.” I smile, as I continue to stand by the door. I watch him as he boots up his computer, taking out three phones from his backpack, a pager, and his ID badge. “How old are you?” I ask him off guard. His fingers briefly glide across his keyboard while his eyes are trained on the screen in front of him. “What does my age have to do with your father's health care?” The tapping sound that engulfs the room suddenly stops. He peers up at me with his brows raised. “It doesn't. I'm just trying to make small talk.” I exhale loudly out o
ALESSANDRO, AKA DON VALENTINO.I lean back in my chair, tilting my head upwards as I stare at the pristine white ceiling. Ivy…She is all I think about, taste and desire. Her name is like a haunting melody that only rings louder in my ears as time moves on. After she sent me a message last night stating that she would be unable to attend dinner, I took the liberty of calling an old friend in the expectancy that she would be able to fuck the memories of Ivy Bishop out of my head.I drove myself to the city's little intimate club, which is well-known for its booths in every corner that is completely blacked out and reserved entirely for fucking to the beat of the music.We drank, danced, she was in fits of laughter at every word I spoke, and when the time came for her to jump on my cock, it was limp. Fucking lifeless. And regardless of what technique she used to make it hard, it was futile.Even my cock is loyal to Ivy Bishop. Knock! Knock!!“Come in!” I mutter, brushing a hand ov
I step off the train and onto the platform, walking down three flights of stairs with my earbuds in my ears and my favourite Jam 🎵 Vida Loca by Black Eyed Peas🎵 blasting in my ears.It's the only song that I can lose myself in. I think it's the line 'It's my life, bitch' that gets my blood pumping and my feet moving. A distraction from the real world and my dilemmas It takes me less than twenty minutes to make it to my neighbourhood. I turn the volume down on my phone because the elderly women who sit on the side streets, playing cards, always shake their heads in displeasure with my taste in music. I get to Jax's house, I look up into the top window where his room is, out of habit.It takes me back to our high school years when he would sneak out of his window, climb down their rose garden vines and come sneak through mine. He was another neighbourhood friend who had a huge crush on Rose as we grew older. For the majority of the time, I felt as though I was living in her shad
I stand under the living room threshold, leaning against the door jab with my arms folded, as I watch my dad and Savannah interact with one another for the very first time. I'll never be able to forget the look on Dad's face when I walked through the front door with Savannah in tow. He was preoccupied, scolding Jax about him moving his queen around the board too early. “I'm on to you, boy.” He growled, wagging his finger at Jax with one eye squinting at him. Jax sat there shaking his head, as he rolled his eyes and threw his hands up in the air. “Alright old man!” He yelled with irritation, tired of being called a cheat. “You win.” I closed the door, gaining both of their attention and as my dad's eyes landed on the little figure who was hiding behind me, his bottom lip began to wobble the second he realised who Savannah was. “Well, don't just stand there.” My dad muttered, waving us to come forward. “Come a little closer, so I can get a better look at you.” His voice croaked.I
“I'll have two scoops of chocolate mud with chopped nuts in a cup, please?” I ask the young boy serving me in the ice cream parlour. He nods his head, looking me up and down, and I roll my eyes with irritation. I know I appear too overdressed to be out eating ice cream in a deep crimson dress that clings to my body like another layer of skin. Knee-high boots, that belong to Jaxs older sister, and a black trench coat.Jax wouldn't take no for an answer and to get him off my back I had to get all dolled up and physically leave the house in an Uber. We told my dad that I was meeting with Nicole, my friend who works at our local café.Another lie we told him, as Nicole's gone to Australia for a few weeks to visit her brother and her newborn nephew in Melbourne. “Would you like anything else with that?” The kid asks in a tone I can only assume to be his sultry one. Whatever tone it is, it has the strength to pull me out of my daze. I scrunch my nose up, throwing a twenty-dollar bil
Dismounting the bike, I remove the helmet off my head and pass it to Doctor Cameron. “I…”He flips the visor up and his brown eyes meet mine. “Don't mention it, Miss Bishop.” He smiles as he takes the helmet from my hand. “I'll see you around the hospital.” He pushes his visor back down, shoves the helmet into his backpack and takes off. As I walk towards the gates of the villa, they begin to open and a black sedan exits the grounds, coming to a stop in front of me. The back seat passenger window slides down, revealing a very dolled-up Mrs DeLuca with a look of scorn staining her face.“What are you doing here, Ivy Bishop?” Her nose wrinkles with disdain as she takes in my appearance. “Don Valentino has made us all aware that you are no longer welcome to come and go whenever you please.”“It’s none of your business why I am here,” snarling. “I'm surprised you're still taking up space where you are clearly not welcomed?” I twist my lips with amusement when she gasps, taking my words