ALEXANDER “Uncle knows best.” Ben sang in a taunt as he walked past me with three glasses of what looked like apple juice. Knowing Brinley was up there, I assumed she was the reason for his selection unless he was just extremely constipated. He had been over the moon to find out that he had been
BAILEE The sound of Brinley’s laughter woke me from my slumber, and I smiled as I rolled over in bed to see my adorable little girl where Alex had been sleeping. “Mommy, it’s good morning time!” She exclaimed, and I nodded and rubbed the sleep from my eyes. “Yes, baby. Good morning!” I said, sm
BALIEE “Morning, baby,” Alex greeted me, and I instantly started to relax until I saw Vivian clicking and typing into the things I had on the calendar that she had hacked into. “Morning,” I responded half-heartedly. “Did you ask Vivian to help me over the next few months? “Of course, I did. It
ALEXANDER “Mr. Kingston, can I have a minute?” Vivian asked from my doorway as I placed my laptop back on my desk. It had been a hectic morning, and getting Justin McCabe back with the company had been a massive deal for us. I lost him to Caleb’s company around the time I discovered that Caleb wa
BAILEE “I don’t understand,” Lacey said as she leaned back against my desk. “Our meeting with Sasha was at eight. What happened?” “My new assistant rescheduled,” I grumbled, knowing it was probably for the best. We had been in the hospital for hours last night, and I needed my sleep. However, it
BAILEE “What in the twilight zone is going on right now?” Lacey muttered as sweat beaded on my skin from the wave of heat that crashed over me. “No. There’s no way.” “Excuse me?” I whispered, and Sasha clapped her hands together as she celebrated. Her oversized rings clanged together as she bou
BAILEE “Get out,” I said, wiping my tears on the back of my hand. “Excuse me?” Sasha gasped in shock and possible outrage. “Get out of my store! Your sister is not marrying my boyfriend, and even if the pits of Hell had frozen over and they were getting married, I will not be designing your dres
BAILEE The ride up the elevator at Elite was quiet, except for the repetitive jazz music coming out through the speaker. It was nice and calming, yet it did nothing to shake the feeling inside me. I felt sick and shaky. The new hollowness in my chest seemed to be fighting with the butterflies in