Eric’s POV There are too many couples out. Of all the times I’ve roamed through town, I’ve never once noticed all the love in the air. It’s like they’re mocking me with their dough eyes and giddy grins. It’s like I’m damned if I do and damned if I don’t. If I don’t pursue Annie, I mean Renee,
He flashes us a smile revealing his whitened teeth. His hair is whiter too, mixed with some black. He has a few more wrinkles around his eyes and his muscles look softer then from what I remember. “Eric,” he greets me specifically telling me that he’s seen Jasper more recently. “Mark,” I greet h
Renee’s POV We need some life back into our days. Eric still hasn’t come to the realization that my denial of his proposal is a good thing and because of that he’s been rather avoidant of me. I think something else is going on too though because he’s been extra snappy. The other day, Debbie dro
Just the the doorbell rings. I go to answer it and before I can open the door all the way, Emily is already pushing her way through. “I can’t believe this is your house!” She shouts. Her voice travels up to the high ceilings and echoes through the open hallways. She’s been here before, but years a
Renee’s POV The night carries on better than I thought. Probably due to Emily’s generous pours of champagne to everyone. We started with some lively conversation regarding Debbie’s health and the renovations we’ve made on the home, and Andrew shared some intel about the local packs as I fed Eri
“That’s two for yes and two for now,” she brings her hoodie eyes towards Jasper. “You’re the tie breaker,” she tells him. Jasper looks at me and his lips curl into a half smile. “Let’s do it,” he says and takes another drink. “Eric, you go first,” I tell him trying to get him more engaged. “As t
Renee’s POV My heart beats in my eardrums. I had no idea Jasper had feelings for me like that. I mean maybe at a time when we flirted with the idea of dating, but to love me? “Does this mean it’s my turn?” Jasper asks cockily. Eric crosses the room so fast it takes a minute to process what’
“I wanted a nice marriage; you ruined that, I wanted to pay for Debbie’s health treatments; you took over that, my wolf almost died because of getting it by a car just so I could get away from you,” I count off my fingers. “How is that my fault?” Eric aka only focusing on the last thing I told him
the other if he’s guilty or innocent. The security guard up by the judges seat also as a stone-cold look about him. He reminds me of Andrew in his broad build and serious look, only difference is Andrew would defend Eric until death- this security guard looks as though he’s here to defend othe
The next two weeks become a blur. Mia leaked she was suing Eric to the media. Needless to say the public is in a frenzy l. We can’t so much as go grocery shopping without being bombarded by flashing lights and people shouting their opinions at us. Even at night when I close my eyes I see con
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