Felicia.I open my eyes and blink sleepily as I notice the soft sunlight as it filters into the room.I keep yawning, and I still feel sleepy because I didn't get much sleep last night. Collins was a wild man, an insatiable lover.I go to move, and my muscles twinge, muscles that I haven't used before. But then, I've never been taken so thoroughly and in so many ways. I shiver as I remember how demanding Collins was.I turn and look at the still-slumbering man in bed behind me. We're both lying naked on the bed. I look around for the covers and finally find them on the floor, with our clothes and most of the pillows.As my eyes dart around the room, I blush to the roots of my hair as I notice the chair askew and the table a few feet to the side of where it used to be.Collins meant what he said, and I have the sore muscles to prove it. Will I even be able to walk?As I turn to slide out of bed, I look around for something to wear. I spot my dress on the floor between the door and the
Collins.When your phone rings in the middle of the night, it's hardly ever good news. I wake up and grab my cell phone."Carson?""Collins, we have an emergency. A guard has been shot. He was working a job on the Southbank. There was gunfire. Guy Sanders was taken to the hospital.""Damn. Okay. I'm on my way. Do you know how badly he's injured?""I don't know any more details. I'll meet you there. He's at Baptist."Also, now awakened and hearing half the conversation, Felicia asks, "Collins? Is something wrong?""There was some gunfire at a job. One of our guards has been taken to Baptist Hospital. He was shot. Carson is going to meet me there.""I'll come with you.""You don't have to, Felicia. You can go back to sleep.""No, Collins. I'm coming with you.""Okay, thanks, Felicia."I throw on some jeans and a blue hoodie and shove my feet into a pair of boots.I look around to see if Felicia is ready. She comes out of the bathroom, brushing her hair and then she pulls it into a ponyt
Felicia.The last week has been hectic for Collins. He's having to spend more time at the Donovan Security offices. He left the house before I even got out of bed this morning. Hopefully, we'll be able to see each other tonight as long as I don't get stuck here at the office.I've been working overtime as the deadline for our software release gets closer and closer. We are still ahead of schedule but only slightly. This is a crucial time because if anything major were to go wrong, it could throw us off schedule and delay the release.My team and I have been meeting daily. Going over everything at least twice. Making sure we haven't missed anything.Emotions are high, and right now, Dave is causing a problem."I don't see why I need to give up my office.""Because we need the room. We're trying to finalize the marketing plans and our backers.""I understand why it's needed. I just don't understand why I have to be the one giving up my office.""Ellen, would you mind stepping in here, p
Evelyn I grit my teeth as the noise from upstairs makes my temples ache. The building is supposed to be soundproof, at least from what the agent told me when I came for the apartment tour, but now I'm sure he lied. They always do—that's how they hook you in. But who, in their right mind, would have a party going on until one am on a weeknight? In a high-rise building where other people live? No consideration for the neighbors, geez. The level of noise and the hours they have been going at it—the stomping and the shouting, would put the best clubs in the city to shame. Unfortunately, I'm the one bearing the brunt of it. I was looking forward to getting all my stuff arranged and situated after working the entire day with the moving company. And now I can't think straight with all the noise, this is ridiculous. I exhale, rubbing my temples and abandoning the DIY wall decor I've been trying to install for the last thirty minutes. "Someone has got to do something, does no one else
Evelyn Thirty minutes later, the noise from upstairs ceased, and I hear an impatient knock on my door. Feeling petty, I let the person stew for over a minute before opening the door. The sight of an angry Connor stares at me from the other side of the threshold. "Was it you who called the cops?" I fake my ignorance. "Called the cops?" He lets out a low, menacing snarl. "Cut the act, will you? I know you called the cops and told them that we were having a party and being loud?" Chuckling, I fold my arms and lean against the wall. My wall. "I tried to handle this civilly. Besides, if you knew it was me, why are you here asking?" I ask, letting him know through my tone that I don't care. "I--" he sucks in a deep breath, "I thought we agreed you were going to give me twenty minutes, and then I'd round up the party?" I wag a finger at him. "No, we didn't. You made a series of suggestions that didn't resolve the issue. First, you asked me to join the party," I begin to let
Connor He laughs. "I understand, but you have a hard time trusting anybody, Connor. Everyone thinks you are this fun-loving, light-hearted man, but you are just a grumpy thirty-year-old who thinks nothing will go according to plan if he isn't the one making the plan." "Then you don't communicate why you want to do things a particular way, leaving me in the dark and left scrambling to cover for you." I shrug, losing interest in the content of the document. I make a mental note to rewrite the things that don't sit well with me before giving Ken my full attention. "Why should I give anyone an explanation? It's my company, isn't it? And I make changes as I see fit. Either they trust that I know what is best for what I built, or they don't." Ken tutts. "Connor Everest, billionaire playboy and CEO of one of the largest tech companies in the country," he says, standing and adjusting the lapels of his jacket. "You are not living up to your image." I glare at him. "I would give
Connor No, fucking way. I believe in coincidences. I think that two events can happen without being related to each other, no matter how in sync they might be. But I will not accept that the woman who called the cops on me two weeks ago and left me speechless at her doorstep is the same person Ken handpicked to be my cybersecurity specialist. Either fate is playing a game it thinks is funny, or she knew that I owned this company and planned this whole charade. "Well isn't this a bit awkward?" I try to break the ice. "I didn't think I'd run into you again," she says causally. "Me neither," I reply tightly. "So, you're the cybersecurity specialist Ken hired." "And you are the CEO of Everest, one of the largest tech companies in the country. I guess it's true when they say 'never judge a book by its cover'." I know it's a dig, and it hits home. But I'm not one to go down easily, so I quip pettily— "Did you sleep well?" I ask. "We make it our duty to hire people who prio
Evelyn I should have known, from the moment I saw him walk into the conference room, that this might be a big mistake. Knowing he is my neighbor who seems a bit immature with the loud parties, and then not willing to keep things quiet after a certain hour should have been the first couple of red flags, But I need the job. Not because of the money. I mean...the money is really good, but the project was what called out to me. The intricacies of it, the benefits to society and the environment when unveiled, and the potential for upgrading after it launches. My job might be to make sure that StoneTech's information doesn't get into the wrong hands, but my interest lies with the project as a whole. I am looking to work with a company that will consider my suggestions and input and be open-minded. But, Connor Everest is the furthest thing from open-minded. In the one week that has passed since I started working here, I have gone home with a brewing migraine. Even now, as I
Felicia.The last week has been hectic for Collins. He's having to spend more time at the Donovan Security offices. He left the house before I even got out of bed this morning. Hopefully, we'll be able to see each other tonight as long as I don't get stuck here at the office.I've been working overtime as the deadline for our software release gets closer and closer. We are still ahead of schedule but only slightly. This is a crucial time because if anything major were to go wrong, it could throw us off schedule and delay the release.My team and I have been meeting daily. Going over everything at least twice. Making sure we haven't missed anything.Emotions are high, and right now, Dave is causing a problem."I don't see why I need to give up my office.""Because we need the room. We're trying to finalize the marketing plans and our backers.""I understand why it's needed. I just don't understand why I have to be the one giving up my office.""Ellen, would you mind stepping in here, p
Collins.When your phone rings in the middle of the night, it's hardly ever good news. I wake up and grab my cell phone."Carson?""Collins, we have an emergency. A guard has been shot. He was working a job on the Southbank. There was gunfire. Guy Sanders was taken to the hospital.""Damn. Okay. I'm on my way. Do you know how badly he's injured?""I don't know any more details. I'll meet you there. He's at Baptist."Also, now awakened and hearing half the conversation, Felicia asks, "Collins? Is something wrong?""There was some gunfire at a job. One of our guards has been taken to Baptist Hospital. He was shot. Carson is going to meet me there.""I'll come with you.""You don't have to, Felicia. You can go back to sleep.""No, Collins. I'm coming with you.""Okay, thanks, Felicia."I throw on some jeans and a blue hoodie and shove my feet into a pair of boots.I look around to see if Felicia is ready. She comes out of the bathroom, brushing her hair and then she pulls it into a ponyt
Felicia.I open my eyes and blink sleepily as I notice the soft sunlight as it filters into the room.I keep yawning, and I still feel sleepy because I didn't get much sleep last night. Collins was a wild man, an insatiable lover.I go to move, and my muscles twinge, muscles that I haven't used before. But then, I've never been taken so thoroughly and in so many ways. I shiver as I remember how demanding Collins was.I turn and look at the still-slumbering man in bed behind me. We're both lying naked on the bed. I look around for the covers and finally find them on the floor, with our clothes and most of the pillows.As my eyes dart around the room, I blush to the roots of my hair as I notice the chair askew and the table a few feet to the side of where it used to be.Collins meant what he said, and I have the sore muscles to prove it. Will I even be able to walk?As I turn to slide out of bed, I look around for something to wear. I spot my dress on the floor between the door and the
Collins.I walk over to our table and turn to Hunter and Rebel."We'll be going now. We enjoyed the event and learning about the sponsored charities. Hunter, Felicia and I will be contacting you later about working something out with MAP. Hayford and Donovan Security would like to get more involved.""That's great. Thank you, Collins."Felicia gives Rebel a hug. "I enjoyed meeting you.""As did I. I'm sure we'll see you at other events around town."Felicia turns toward me. "I'm a little confused. Don't we have another half hour before our driver gets here?""Our driver won't be picking us up tonight."I walk us to the front desk."We'd like a room for the night.""Certainly, is a king-size bed acceptable?""Yes, that's fine.""Any bags we can take up for you?""No, thank you."I sign for the room, and I'm given a key card."Room 302. Third floor."We get in the elevator, and I turn and look at Felicia with hungry eyes, but I don't touch her. If I do, we'll be having sex right here in
Felicia.It's the night of the Charity event, and I left work early. The hairstylist swept my hair up but left a few strands to curl and frame my face.I let them do my makeup as well, and my eyelids have a line of iridescent makeup that sparkles above my cat eyeliner. The song from West Side Story keeps playing over and over in my mind. 'I feel pretty, oh, so pretty...'I just hope tonight ends better than that musical.I'm dressed and waiting for Collins. He's running late tonight. There was an accident, and he's stuck in traffic. He said if he's too late, he'll send a car, but I'd rather wait for Collins to go with me."Felicia, I'm home. I'm sorry I'm so late—" Collins stops mid-sentence when he sees me in my dress."So, you like my dress?""Hot damn, do I like your dress? No, I freaking love it. You look gorgeous.""Thanks. I have your tux all set-out.""Shit, yeah, I better hurry."He takes a quick shower, and then I'm helping him with his dress shirt. His bow tie."Damn, you lo
Felicia.It's been over a week, and Collins hasn't acted any differently toward me. Maybe I overreacted. Everything else has been going well.At work, we're still ahead of schedule on the new software. And my uncle appears to be leaving us alone. The closer we get to completing all the testing, the more the excitement in the department builds.There's also a higher level of stress the closer we get to the go-live date in case anything goes wrong. It's like this every time we launch a new software, but it's still hard to get used to.This Friday night, Collins and I will be attending a charity event downtown. I vaguely remember my parents used to attend some of the bigger galas around town.My mother-in-law and Ellen both volunteered to go shopping with me. So, I meet the women here at the Olive Tree Mediterranean Grille and then Bonnie said we could walk to the different shops.When the women walk through the door, I wave them over."Were you able to find a parking spot, okay?""I lef
Collins.I frown as I drive to the office. Something is off with Felicia, and I don't know what it is.She's been acting differently for the last week. I think it started around the time of the cookout. Did someone say something to her that upset her?When I try to ask her what's wrong, she just shrugs and says nothing.Bullshit. Something is wrong. Why won't she confide in me? She always has before.Unless— unless I'm the problem? I mean, she really couldn't turn me down when I offered to marry her. She would have been crazy to turn down a cool five million and the stock shares. Let's not forget about the fucking stock shares. Suddenly, I'm feeling frustrated.Things were going so great. I mean, the sex is off the charts. But lately, when I take her, she's been closing her eyes. Does that mean anything?Hell, if I know. I slam my hand against the steering wheel. Who knows what's on a woman's mind? I sure as shit don't. Women!Then, I stop short. This is Felicia. And well, she's diffe
Felicia.On the ride back home, my thoughts are so jumbled. I overheard what Collins said to one of the guys at the cookout.I already knew how he felt about kids. One night after we got the backyard fixed up we were sitting out on the deck. We somehow got around to discussing children. Collins shuddered and said he wouldn't know what to do with a kid. He felt he was too immature to raise a child. He didn't think he'd be a good father. He was vehement.So, why did his remarks bother me today? It's not like we're really married. Well, we are, but it's temporary. This marriage will all be over in one year, and then we'll get a divorce.The sex has been so great. I've been sticking to our deal and just enjoying the pleasure we can give each other. In the back of my mind, though, I've allowed myself to believe that this could become a real marriage. How foolish. How naive.I sternly remind myself: this has an expiration date. In one year, it will be over.What guy wouldn't be fine with gr
Collins.Today, we're having a cookout at my mom's. We never found my dad's smoker, so we ended up buying a new one. Now, we're committed to having quarterly cookouts.Carson and I will man the smoker this afternoon. We started roasting the meat very early this morning. We cheated and hired somebody to watch the smoker for most of the day. The word went out, and all of my family and the Wild Riders were invited to the event.We've invited everyone we know. We had to get the tables out of storage and have them set up to hold all the food and covered dishes people would bring. We're expecting quite a crowd.I pick up Felicia from the duplex, and we head over to the cookout. When we pull up to the house, there are already numerous cars and motorcycles in the driveway and along the strip of land beside it. My parents' house is situated on a huge piece of private property near the river. There is ample parking.Felicia has a large container of potato salad. I explained that we provide the