Felicia."Aunt Gloria, Uncle Vincent. This is Collins Donovan–""Explain yourself, young lady. You just walked away from your only chance at getting married.""Oh, I don't know about that," Collins says casually.At his words, both my aunt and uncle glance his way. I watch my aunt's lips tighten even further when her gaze rakes over Collins's biker leathers and boots."Explain what you mean by that remark," my aunt states waspishly.Collins takes his time answering as he looks from one to the other; he then wraps his arm possessively around my waist and pulls me close to him."Felicia and I are getting married. We'd invite you to the wedding, but it will be very small and intimate. Probably just us two."I see my aunt's eyes narrow as she looks at Collins with a suspicious look."And just what are you getting out of this deal? What did Felicia promise you? Money, I suppose?" she questions with a sneer."She'll be promising to love, honor, and cherish me. I would go with obey, but that
– Collins."Do you, Collins Alfred Donovan, take Felicia Allen Hayford as your lawfully wedded wife?" the preacher states in a Georgia drawl."I do."I listen to Felicia as she quietly states, "I do," and then we're pledging our vows.Soon, the wedding ceremony is over, and the preacher states, "You may kiss the bride."I take a nervous Felicia into my arms and then lean down to give her a quick kiss to seal the deal.She's so close I can smell her flowery perfume. It's the scent she always wears: lily, lilac, or something like that.My lips touch hers, and all thought of my promise not to touch her goes out of my head. I've thought about kissing Felicia. Hell, I've thought about throwing her down on the ground and just taking her period. I mean all those sexy curves and her lush ass. It would be heaven.Why haven't I? Because her friendship means more to me than a damn quickie. I don't want to jeopardize our friendship for lust.Yet, I knew kissing Felicia would be perfect. I just di
Felicia. Collins's truck has a new radiator hose, and we're almost back in Jacksonville. We only stopped once for breakfast. It was at a little hole-in-the-wall diner on I-95. I now know that my husband— Yes, Collins is my husband. I still can't believe it. He likes pecan pancakes. I'll be sure to add that to my list of things that Collins likes to eat. I swear this morning, when I was in that place between sleep and being awake, it felt like Collins had his arm wrapped around me and was fondling my breast. But when I opened my eyes, I knew it was only a dream because he wasn't even near me in the bed. I had such a hard time falling asleep, knowing Collins was lying just inches away from me. I was in bed with Collins! I wanted to pinch myself to prove I wasn't dreaming about getting married to him, but I was too scared to move. I think he slept like a baby. At least he was sound asleep when I finally dozed off. When he pulls up outside the duplex, I jump down from the tru
Felicia. Collins and I both sit down at the kitchen counter, and we watch as his mother takes cookies right off a cookie sheet and onto a plate. She sets the plate between us. Collins immediately grabs one up and stuffs it in his mouth. "Be careful, they're still hot," Bonnie warns him. "Yep, I love 'em when they're hot," he states around a mouthful of gooey cookie. Bonnie just shakes her head at her son, goes to the fridge, and gets out some milk and tea. "Milk or tea?" "Iced tea, please." Collins doesn't answer, so I guess he knows she was only asking me. His mother pours a large glass of milk for Collins and then pours a glass of tea for me and herself. She takes a few sips and then talks to us while she continues to move cookies from the sheets onto a cooling rack. I glance at Collins with a soft smile because right now, this big, tough guy reminds me of a little boy sitting there drinking a glass of milk and eating cookies that his mother fixed just for him.
Collins. Felicia and I arrive at precisely three o'clock at her attorney's office. His administrative assistant gives us a sympathetic smile and states. "If you'll have a seat, I'll let them know you're here." Felicia turns to me with a frown, "Them? Mr. Jenkins is my attorney. I'm not expecting anyone else." The door opens, and Mr. Jenkins walks in. He's an older man with gray hair but a kind smile. He looks slightly agitated as he approaches us. "Felicia," he turns to me to shake my hand, "Mr. Donovan, thank you both for coming. We received the digital copy of your marriage certificate this morning. I'll have my admin take a copy before you leave." He frowns as he explains, "Unfortunately, we have a few unexpected visitors who wish to learn more about your new husband." I watch as Felicia's eyes widen in apprehension. She gives me a quick searching glance. I just give her a brief, confident nod. "If you'll both follow me, I'll try to keep this as short as possible, an
Felicia. It's Friday, my birthday, and Collins insisted that we go out. Tomorrow, we're invited to his mother's to meet some of his family and his older brother, Carson. "So, where are you taking me?" I ask Collins. "It's a surprise." I don't say anything more because if there's one thing I know about Collins Alfred Donovan, it is that he loves to surprise people. Namely me. Like when he bought the grill, he never told me. He just came home with it and started setting it up. We ended up slowly turning the entire backyard into an entertainment oasis over the last two years. He told me to wear jeans and tennis shoes tonight, which I thought was weird if he was taking me out for a fancy dinner. Collins pulls into a bowling alley and parks the truck. I look over at him to see if he's just kidding. "Happy Birthday! We have a lane reserved for us all night." "Collins, I haven't been bowling in a long time." "You'll enjoy it." He comes around and opens the door for me. Is
Collins. I'm driving us back from the sunset balloon ride. I scored! Felicia loved it—bonus points for Donovan. I look over at Felicia, but she seems lost in thought. She still has a dreamy look in her eyes. She had the same look when she was watching the sunset in my arms. Damn, it felt good to hold her in my arms. She's wearing some type of black lace stretchy top that shows off her tanned skin. Between her snug top and those painted-on jeans, I was beginning to sweat. What would she say if she knew I had X-rated thoughts about her? We've been married for seven days, and Felicia sneaks back to her apartment every night to sleep in her own bed. I warned her she could get caught, but she insisted. We ought to get a bigger place, but I love the backyard improvements we made. It would be hard to find a house with such a nice entertainment area. Hard, but not impossible. I make a mental note to check out some houses for sale in our neighborhood. Just watching her bowl was maki
Felicia.I lift my heavy eyes to his eyes; then I press myself more firmly against his hard body."I don't want to stop, Collins.""Good," he buries his face in the space between my neck and shoulder, then continues to nibble down my shoulder. In a gruff voice, he states, "I'm going to fuck you, Felicia." I shiver at the promise in his words.He suddenly reaches down and picks me up as if I weigh nothing at all, and I wrap my legs around his waist. He carries me into his bedroom. Then, when he loosens his hold, I slide down his front. He seems to revel in my softness as my curves mold to his hard contours.When he finally lets me go, I sway on my feet for just a moment.My hands tremble as I unbutton his shirt, and then I slide my hands softly over his chiseled chest and shoulders. I push his shirt off of him so I can trail my fingertips over his black tribal tattoo that runs over his shoulder and down his arm. I make my way back down his hard chest and flat stomach. I see he has anot
Felicia.We both stand and see two police officers exit the doors as we approach. We follow the nurse to a room.We see Collins sitting up in the bed; his arm has a big patch of gauze, and his shirt is bloodied, but he's alive.He looks up and smiles at both Carson and me."So, you got shot, little brother. I'm glad you're okay. You scared the hell out of us.""You just missed the police. They already have the men in custody.""Good. How are you feeling?""I'm fine. And so is Dale. He did well for a recruit.""Good. Felicia said you were wearing one of the new vests.""I was. But, I went by the office and grabbed one of the older ones before I went downtown."Carson gives me a searching look then looks over at Felicia, "Well, I'll leave you two alone. I'll go check on Dale."Collins looks over at me and then opens his arms. I walk over to him and wrap my arms around him being careful to avoid his injured arm, but I forget about his back."Ouch.""Oh, Collins, I'm sorry.""Don't worry
Felicia.My cell phone rings, "Hello?""Felicia, it's Carson. There was some trouble downtown. Collins and a guard have been taken to the hospital. I don't know the extent of their injuries.""Oh, my God," my head swims with the news. I weakly sit down."Are you home?""Yes.""Look, I'm headed to the hospital; why don't I stop by and pick you up?""Okay, thanks, Carson."I look down at my hot pink lingerie, I had planned on opening the door to Collins wearing it. I go into the bedroom and throw on the first clothes I touch—a pair of jeans and a black shirt. I slip on some shoes and hear a car pull up in the drive. I pick up my purse and rush out the door.As I approach Carson's car, my eyes land on my Can-Am Spyder. I see the word 'Bella' airbrushed on the side of my motorcycle. I give a small smile, then turn and hurry to the car where Carson is waiting.Once I'm in the car and Carson is driving to the hospital, before I can ask, he looks over at me grimly, "I wish I could tell you m
Collins."Good," I say with relief."You're not? Then who is?"Ellen and Dave both ask at one time.Felicia gives a proud smile, "I recommended to the board that it be a shared responsibility. Two Co-CEOs. While most companies only have one CEO, some are having great success with Co-CEO positions. I think a good balance of work and family is important.""That's a great idea. So, who will be Co-CEO with you?" Asks Ellen."Who do you think they'll pick?" Dave asks Felicia."I don't know who the board will select. Even though I have a controlling interest, I feel the board should make most of these types of decisions. However—"Felicia stops and looks at Ellen, "I made a recommendation. I recommended Ellen Stone and Beth Smith from gaming for joint leadership."Ellen looks stunned, and then her eyes begin to light up at the thought, "Thanks, Felicia. I love the idea of joint leadership. Beth knows the gaming side very well. We've worked on other projects together. She and I get along gre
Felicia.I give Collins a nod. Then I turn toward Ellen and Dave, "All of us will be attending the meeting," I inform them firmly."We will?" Ellen and Dave both look at me wide-eyed.I then hand them each a small stack of papers, "Yes, Ellen, you helped prepare these for me. If you and Dave could pass them out to the board members while I review the numbers, it would be helpful. Then, we will all be available to answer any questions that might be asked. Okay?"They both nod. I turn back to Collins and take his hand. Then, with a spring in my step, we walk out of the copier room and cross over to the boardroom.When I open the conference room door, I give everyone a wide, friendly smile. The Chair and Vice Chair of the Board catch my eye, and they nod solemnly to me as I enter. I nod back."Good morning," I walk toward the head of the conference room and gesture for Collins to take my normal seat. I remain standing between Collins and my uncle, who's at the head of the table. I notice
Collins.When I arrive home later that night, the house is dark. Felicia would always leave a light on in the house, so I know she's not in the apartment before I even open the door. I grimace as I flip on the light switch. I look around and everything looks exactly like it did when I left. Except Felicia isn't here. The empty apartment seems to mock me.I can't believe how the night ended. How arrogant I was to believe that she wanted something more than friendship. I pull out my cell phone and look down at the red beating heart that made me think she might feel the same way about me as I feel about her.I go to delete the heart, but at the last minute, I don't. I can't. It's the last text I may ever get from Felicia. I'm not only losing my wife, I'm losing my best friend. She gets me. She always has.I could tell earlier tonight that she felt bad. She probably didn't know how to tell me how she's been feeling. She wants to move on with finding someone she can love. And it's not me.
Felicia.When Serena and I walk out of Donovan Security a little after one o'clock, we both feel satisfied with the contract.Serena looks over at me, "I think everything went very well. That was one of the smoothest negotiations I've dealt with. Both you and Carson were flexible and fair. I think both sides basically got what they wanted, leaving Hayford Software in a very good position.""I'm glad the negotiation part is behind us. I can't wait to tell the team we have a signed contract from a major buyer, and we're ready to launch."We say our goodbyes, and then I drive to Hayford's.When I enter my department, every single member of the team watches me walk in. I can tell they've all been waiting. I give a huge smile and then hold the signed papers up over my head like a trophy."We have a signed contract, and we're ready for launch!"There are hoops and hollers as everyone gives a cheer. Then comes a lot of backslapping and high-fives.Ellen comes over. "So, are you nervous abou
Collins.It's Thursday morning, and I'm early. I want to be at the ten o'clock meeting to show Felicia my support. She's worked so hard on putting this deal together.The night before last, I started training one of the supervisors to be Hawkin's backup. Smitty, the guy I've been training, appears to be catching on quickly.I really don't want to work another night shift ever again. I'd rather be home at night, in bed with my wife.Damn, I can't believe how much I've missed being with Felicia. It's only been since Monday night, but I've gotten used to spending our evenings together.It doesn't matter if we're sharing stories about work, watching a movie and eating popcorn, sitting out on our deck, or riding our bikes. What's important is doing all of these things together, doing them with Felicia.I pull out my phone and look down at the last text she sent me. I saved it like some love-sick teenager simply because Felicia sent me a red beating heart. Damn, I've got it bad.I haven't h
Felicia.It's Wednesday, and I've been on pins and needles, waiting for everything to come together.Our department has been working around the clock to get the changes to the software ready. It's come a long way from the rough draft that Carson was originally shown.The team took my ideas and ran with them. They came up with some very innovative improvements on their own. Excitement is high.I've barely seen Collins as we're working opposite shifts.I'm getting ready to grab some lunch because I'm hungry. I skipped breakfast again this morning. My stomach has been acting up. Maybe Ellen was right, and I'm coming down with something."Felicia, it's Jaxson Gibson. Would you be able to stop by my office today?""Hi, Jaxson. Yes, I was getting ready to leave for lunch in a few minutes. I could be there in about fifteen minutes if that works?""Great. I'll see you then."When I walk into Jaxson's office, I'm shown into a small conference room in the back.Jaxson comes in. "Felicia, thanks
Felicia.It's Monday, and I spent most of Sunday looking up information about ReConstruct.Collins suggested I hire Jaxson and his team to look into the company's finances and bank records. I called Jaxson from the parking lot before I entered the building, so I'm running a little late.When I enter our department I find Ellen waiting for me in my office."Uh oh, are you here with good news or bad news?""You decide. Here are the projected sales from the third-party company. They re-ran the numbers based on the new marketing and pricing plan."I carefully put down my briefcase, sit down, and only then do I pick up the file in front of me.I quickly skim through their findings. Then I look up with a beaming smile."Let's get these over to Donovan Security.""Already done."After Ellen leaves, I lean back in my chair and just sit there with a smile on my face for a few minutes until I get a text from Collins.'I bet you're smiling!' With a smiley face emoji. My response is just a row of