Renee’s POV The next morning Eric and I dance around one another in the kitchen trying to get our breakfast together while Debbie sits at the glass dining table chomping into her toast looking amused. I reach over Eric’s head while he ducks down to get something out of the dishwasher, then I le
“Normally, I’d love to but I can’t tonight have other obligations,” I say trying to sound regretful. “Oh,” she wrinkles her nose. “Personal obligations,” I specify not wanting her to think I have more important business with another client. She purses her red lips and eyes me like she’s trying t
Renee’s POV “Did you ever call back that client?” Eric asks from the bathroom while brushing his teeth. “Which one?” I reply as I shimmy into a pair of jeans that I refuse to admit are a tad too tight. “Miller Inc,” Eric says and then I hear him spit in the sink and turn on the facet. Crap.
“You have to make time for both,” I tell her and she nods. We drive the rest of the way in silence, but I can’t seem to shake this jittering feeling inside me. Ever since I saw Eric come out of the bathroom, my heart has been beating wild in my chest. Maybe I’ve had too much coffee. We pull up
Renee’s POV The more I try to distance myself from Eric, the more agitated we all get. Eric notices I’ve put up a wall which makes him rigid, my own inner wolf is protesting causing me to get frustrated at myself but then take it out on Eric as he tries to knock down my walls. Even Debbie picks
“I’m not that dumb,” Debbie argues. “We know you’re not sweetie,” I chime in trying to sound friendly. Maybe we can have a good cop bad cop kind of thing going on here. “But you can’t leave us locked in here, it’s not right,” I tell her. “What’s not right is that you two refuse to make us an off
Renee’s POV It’s hours before we hear the click to the bedroom door unlock, though instead of racing to bolt out the door- we savor the next few minutes together in bed. The soft sheets are wrapped around our legs, the silk pillow cases are damp and stick to our hair. My entire body feels like
Renee’s POV Eric snaps the jewelry box shut. A lump forms in my throat and I can’t even explain why. Eric quickly rises from his knees as though he never meant to propose. “All right then, Renne” Eric says indifferently. His words sting. “Eric, don’t” I tell him, but it’s too late. I can alre
we were looking at one another she figured as much,” I guess that’s what I get for having Margaux be around in our lives for so long, she can pick up on these things. The boat, which really is more like a mini yacht await our boarding. It’s white with black linings and a wooden deck is being
We leave the restaurant just as local news shows up outside the building. Ducking inside Eric’s car, my heel breaks and I nearly fall. Eric catches me by my arm. I look up at him and he grins. “You need better shoes,” he says referring to the time my heel broke when I modeled by design outfit.
fancy but I never was one who enjoyed to get all glamours and I did warn him that I wasn’t going to be the old wife that he once had, the one who would’ve dressed in the most elegant and fanciest clothing just to appease him no matter how out of place I felt. So, I decide to where what I like.
I’m pulled from sleep by something brushing up against my thigh. My eyelids flutter open, light filtering into my vision. “Good afternoon,” Eric whispers into my ear, it’s then that I realize it’s his palm making soft strokes against my upper thigh. His touch callouses scratch against my bare
just as unhappy with the attention as I am. “I should have called Andrew,” he says and reaches in his pocket I presume to do exactly that. I sink down in my passenger seat as if I could make myself invisible. The excitement grows among the crowd, body’s squirming against one another like a pac
I wake up with a gasp. “What time is it?” “Almost six,” Emily says from the other side of the living room. I rub my eyes. At some point I must’ve fallen asleep. “Did you sleep at all?” I ask. “I couldn’t sleep with a hundred people outside my house,” Emily says with a bit of a bite to her
that I’m about to learn it’s not. I toss my phone aside and go for my laptop tucked inside my work bag. “You’re working?” Emily asks. I don’t answer her, I can’t. I’m too focused. I sign into my works database and pull up our network that tracks our global ratings. “No,” I gasp. “Well, if
It’s late. I’m tired. Yet the crowd outside Emily’s house continues to buzz with energy. The closer I get to the window, the more I can pick up on the undercurrent of anticipation, so I stay far away from the window. The crowd rotates through a series of chants. Each other be more annoying tha
The man approaches Eric, who remains in his seat, clearly not seeing the man as a threat. Though I can’t hear what they’re saying, I can gather the conversation well enough based off their loose hand gestures towards the house. Just then the stranger looks up and smiles knowingly at Emily and