Josephine shuts the door behind her as Elizabeth takes a seat, placing her bag on top of her lap as she awaited for Josephine. Her mind was racing with all sorts of questions. The room was closing in and with each passing heart beat she was close to loosing her mind. Josephine walk over to her desk, talking a seat as she nervously chewed the inside of her cheek and rapidly tapped her left foot. "So, what do you want to talk about that involves Elijah?" She questions, her voice flat as she kept her cool but on the inside her stomach was twisting with nervousness.Elizabeth straightens her posture."Elijah and I have been talking about you last night." She proclaimed, a seconds pass but it seemed like hours. Josephine's hand squeezed into a fist under the table. "And since our wedding is approaching soon, we thought it would be kind enough to invite you for dinner tonight. That is if you're free." She explains and all the heavy weight lifted of Josephine's shoulders. She thought Eli
"Josephine I really am thankful for you joining us for dinner." Elizabeth shrieks with excitement, "Don't mention it. I should be thanking you guys. I haven't been out in ages." Josephine lies as she meets Elijah's gaze before slicing them back to Elizabeth. Elizabeth's smile brightens. "You should take my advice by removing those." Jonathan cuts in, Josephine turns to face him, her eyes narrowed in confusion. "Remove what?" She questions. Jonathan gestures his head to Elijah. "His tattoos. Wanna be bad boy." He mumbles the last part to himself. Elijah scoffs. "You're still holding a grudge against my tattoos." Josephine's brows shot up, showing interest to the conversation between the two brothers. "Grudge about what?" She questions. "These tattoos would take away all his dates and girlfriends when we where teenagers." He explains as he takes a sip of his virgin cocktail. Elizabeth slaps him on the arm, her lips pouty on the mention on how he got a lot of attention as a teenager
"He should go fuck himself." Josephine chuckles lightly snuggling comfortably on the couch, as a reality shows plays on the tv. The volume is lowered so you can't make out what they're saying but the subtitles are on. Ari shakes her head in disbelief after Josephine explained how the dinner went down. Josephine doesn't know why but as soon as Ari opened her door in pj's Josephine burst into tears and threw herself onto Ari. She might not admit it out loud. But she was deeply hurt considering the fact that he claimed that she would be the last person he wanted to hurt. "But you did say things would turn out ugly and one us will get hurt if we don't speak out our true feelings." Josephine asserts, turning to face Ari. Her short hair is tied up into a small cute ponytail, her skin is pale as a hint of blush blooms on her cheeks and her red lips frowning, as she stared back at Josephine with her brown eyes. Fluttering her eyes under her long lashes. "I did." She whispered a hint of
"I'm freaking out guys!" Josephine exclaims, pacing around the studio, nervously threading a hand through her hair. Leon folds his arms, a playful smirk dancing on his lips. Ari leans over the counter near the window as she blows a bubble and smiles while Matt adds a few details to the sculpture.Josephine has been invited to display her art at the New York academy of art annual fall exhibition. At first, she did not believe it. She went through the email several times before she exploded with excitement and immediately called Ari to inform her about the exciting news. Ari suggested that they celebrate by going out and getting drinks yesterday and Josephine gladly took the offer. She shared the news on her socials and all her followers congratulated her by sending sweet wishes.And when she came to work today she immediately dashed to her collection of old paintings that she painted over the years. She does have amazing paintings that she's going to display at the exhibit but deep d
The painting was beyond beautiful. The deep colors of gold and blood red blended well together as faint light blue is sprinkled here and there. The painting was of a woman. Her plump blood-red lips are slightly parted as she is blinded and folded with the dark red cloth. The texture and details show cast realism in the art. Her pale hand resting on her face as the expression of the woman is a deep love of something that is far of arm's reach. The touches of gold are like shallow waves deep rich wood oak. Josephine was proud of her latest work. It was beautiful, meaningful, and modern art with her style. She loved the painting so much that she's willing to not sell it at the exhibit that is happening two days from now. It took Josephine three days to complete her final peace. She has been working so hard that barely socialized, not that it's a problem for her. Nonetheless, she is excited to show the whole world her painting. Josephine has not been reached out to by Elijah by liking
"What's got a stick up your ass?" Jonathan teases Elijah as he continues to aggressively punch the punch back. Releasing all his frustration. Elijah ignores him. His pants are heavy whistle sweat glides down his body and neck. His dark heart is damp as it sticks onto his forehead. His muscles are flexed with each movement. Elijah was angry, hurt, and confused. He admits he loves Josephine and she denies him. Is it because of what happened at the restaurant? He did apologize and meant every word of it. So why is she denying him? He throws another punch with full force and it flies back.If only he could rewind time. He would take back the hurtful words he said to her in a heartbeat. But he can't."Nothing," Elijah mumbles and throws another punch. Jonathan's eyes narrowed in slits in suspicion. He leans back into the chair with his arms folded as he watched his brother beat the living shit out of the punching bag. "You don't love me."Her voice haunts his head. A painful stab to
Josephine is beyond speechless. She stands there as her gaze roamed the busy crowd. Biting down on her lower lip as she fidgets with her black dress. Who could spend that much money on her artwork. After what Mrs. Noel told her she was eager to know who the person was and thank them for their large donation for her artwork. But Mrs. Noel told her to not jump in and will announce towards the end of the exhibit.It's been 2 hours and all Josephine had done was greet people and social. She managed to put on a welcoming smile as she smaller talk with strangers who follow her and just recently found out about her work. Josephine has never been this happy but she felt off. She felt as if she was missing something or to be more specific, she's missing someone. Ignoring the feeling she pushed it far back, held her head up high and carried herself with pride. She was proud of herself. How far she's come. All the battles she has conquered alone and all the pain she had to endure. "Jo Jo,
Josephine stood across from the glass windows that block her out of the world. Her heat pounding against her chest with need and anxiety. This is it? She finally thought to herself. This is going to be the final time she will ever see him if they officially decided to stop seeing each other. Will he reject her the way she did. Will they accept their fate and move different paths or go against it and fight for each other? The question remains unknown until she steps out of those doors. Taking one last breath she pushes through the doors and the cool wind slaps on her face. It was too warm inside that Josephine forgot to take a coat but it's not an issue to Josephine because right now she just needs the truth form him if they are ready to continue their chapter or end it. Her eyes roam the busy street disappointment quickly clouded her features when there is no sign of him. It was just rows of parked cars and people walking street having a blast as a small puff of air escapes thei
I’m so done for.The way I feel about Adam, after knowing him for such a short amountof time, can’t be good for me. I mean, it feels good, but it’s definitely dangerous.We’ve been seeing each other for a few weeks now, and I’m smitten, totally smitten. I’m a smitten kitten. And clearly a massive geek.We’re at the beach. It’s early morning, and I have to be at work in a few hours. But we’re all here this morning, surfing at the beach just outside Adam’s house. Max is out there with Grady, Base, Tad, and Paige. Adam and I quit surfing a while ago. We’re sitting up on my rock, and I’m sketching a picture of them all surfing.Adam is here, with me. He’s wrapped around me from behind, his chin resting on my shoulder, while he watches me draw.His lips skim over my shoulder, and his teeth graze my skin, making me shiver. His fingers trace over the skin on my stomach where they’ve made their way under the hem of my tank top.We haven’t done anything more than kiss.He knows I’m a virgin.
Pulling my black, skin-tight, off-the-shoulder dress out of mycloset, I bit my lip. It was sexy yet elegant, even with the thigh slit, and I loved it. But I’d never worn anything like this before in front of Dane, my boss. It would feel weird.My gaze flicked to the more formal dress further along the closet rail, but then I remembered what Dane had said to me yesterday before I left o-Verve ...Don’t dress as my PA. Wear what you’d wear to go on a date, not what you’d wear to go to a business dinner.I looked back at the black dress I was holding and gave it a firm nod. Yes, this would do. I’d throw on a light layer of makeup, add some jewelry, maybe curl the ends of my hair and leave it down. First, I needed to shower.Blowing out a breath, I put a hand to my fluttering stomach. First dates were always nerve-wracking. But this wasn’t a real date, so I technically had no need to feel nervous. There was no pressure to impress, no worry that this might end up being a waste of my time,
Later that day, I parked in the lot outside my apartment buildingand switched off the engine. It wasn’t a very well-lit parking area, so I was glad that dusk hadn’t yet completely fallen. There were many times I’d needed to stay late at the office to help Dane with one thing or another, so I often didn’t make it home until it was super dark.Slipping out of my car, I locked it with the remote fob and then dug the can of pepper spray out of my bag. It was only a short walk to my building, but a girl could never be too careful.Crossing the crack-ridden pavement, I glanced around. There was no one hovering about. All I could hear were my heels clacking on the ground and the sounds of street traffic.Reaching the footpath that led to the main entrance, I neatly sidestepped the cans, wrappers, and crinkled flyers that littered the ground near the overflowing trash can.I could afford to live in a nicer neighborhood, I just preferred being near my family. Especially my father, Simon.Insi
Stopping at my desk, Hanna regarded me warily. “Uh-oh, youreyelid’s twitching. What’s wrong? Did someone mistake you for the model on the Syphilis Awareness billboard again?”I narrowed my eyes at my friend and coworker. “No. And I don’t look anything like her.” We’d had this conversation already. But Hanna liked to poke at me in that way that only one of your closest friends would.“You have the same pale blue eyes and high cheekbones. Her hair isn’t exactly the same platinum blonde shade as yours, but it’s close.”People always assumed my hair color came straight out of a bottle. In truth, I’d inherited it from my half-Swedish grandmother.“But she doesn’t have your blunt bangs or Jessica Alba-mouth,” Hanna went on because, yeah, she was a pain in my ass when bored.“Can we not talk about the model who looks nothing like me, please?”“Of course.”“Great. If you’ve come to speak to Dane, he’s not yet back from his lunch meeting, but he shouldn’t be much longer.”“I came to check on
Entering the water, I paddle out on my board, pushing through the waves. Paddling out farther, I need big waves.I need to surf Evie out of my head.I need the peace that only being out here can give me.It’s been five days since our talk. I haven’t spoken to her since. I havecaught glimpses of her on my way back in and out of the hotel as I pass by the coffee shop, but I’ve avoided going in there.I’ve had to go to Starbucks. So, now, I’ve lost my decent fucking coffee as well.I’ve been staying away from her for many reasons, and it’s not just the fact that she broke my heart. Seeing her again has screwed me up so much.I knew I wasn’t over her—I’d have to be stupid to ever think I was—but I didn’t realize how badly I’d want her again. The urge to touch her and taste her was overwhelming. Just breathing the same air as her was fucking killing me.Standing there, staring at her, I was eighteen all over again.From the moment I’d seen Evie sitting up on that rock eleven years ago, I’
My alarm is going off with an annoying insistence. On a groan, I reach over and slam my hand on it, turning it off.Time for work.Ugh.Summer has only just begun, and I’ve worked the last seven daysstraight as a favor for Grady. I can’t wait for tomorrow when I can sleep in. I’m only doing the overtime because Grady is the best boss ever—a retired pro surfer, and the Shack is his life—and he asked me because we’reshort-staffed at the moment. I’m also doing it because I need the money. Paige, who works part-time in the shop with Base and me, has been on vacation. And Tad, who does the surf lessons with Grady, has been out sick with the flu. So, Grady has been pulling Base out of the shop to help with the surf lessons. So, I’ve been manning the shop alone. But Tad and Paigewill be back tomorrow, so I’ll get the day off. Yay!For tomorrow, I was thinking, once I drag my ass out of bed, that I mightactually spend the day at the beach and lie out in the sun, read a book, swim, and may
My hands are shaking. They’ve been shaking pretty much all day. Every time I think about Adam, the shakes start. How I haven’t managed to break a cup, I’m not sure.He looks the same yet different. He looks hardened to the world. The light that used to live in his eyes has dulled. But he’s still as handsome as ever, if not even more so with age.Adam never looked like a boy. He was always very much a man, even at eighteen. But now, he’s reached his full potential. He seems even bigger somehow.Or maybe it was just his anger that made him seem bigger, more imposing.All that anger, and it was reserved solely for me.The guy I left behind all those years ago was not the man I saw today.I have to wonder if I’m to blame for that.I glance at the clock. Five minutes until the end of my shift. Fiveminutes until Adam is here, and he wants his answers.Answers I can’t give him.So, I’m going to have to lie, something I never wanted to do.I thought there was a slim possibility that I might
She’s here again—rock girl. She’s sitting up on that same big rock, a hundred yards away from my beach house, where she sits every day. Hence, the nickname, Rock Girl.God, I’m lame.With her sketchpad resting against her bent knees, her eyes are fixed on the paper like her life depends on it while her hand freely moves the pencil over the paper, drawing...I have no clue.I wish I did.I mean, I could take a wild guess and say she’s drawing the scenery—the pier, beach, sand, sky. There’s plenty of shit like that here in Malibu. But still, I want to know exactly what she’s drawing that has her so enraptured.Like, I really want to know.I’ve been watching Rock Girl for a week now.I saw her on the first day when Max and I arrived at the beach house,which will be my home for the next year. This will be my year of freedom before I have to go to Harvard, and then once I graduate, it is on to work for my father to learn the family business.Can’t wait. I have to stop myself from rolling m
Half an hour later, I’m showered and dressed for work in a suit and tie. I hate ties, but as the head of Gunner Entertainment, I have to look the part.I head into the living room of the bungalow I call home five days a week. There’s no sign of the blonde, except for the lingering strong scent of perfume.Thank God.I live in a rented bungalow at The Beverly Hills Hotel. I could get an apartment, but I can’t bring myself to put down roots here. Even though I grew up in Beverly Hills, it’s never felt like home. Home is in Malibu where my beach house is. It’s the house that Max and I rented for our year off before we headed to college. It’s the place where I met Evie and where I spent the best year of my life with her—before she left me, and my world came crashing down.The minute I graduated from Harvard and started working for my father, I was granted access to my trust fund. The first thing I did with that money was go straight to Malibu, and I offered a stupid amount of money to th