Hey friends. I know that my updates have been late and sporadic lately. Every year around this time, I go through pretty intense migraines, many of them resulting in me having to go to the hospital to have them broken. This year has been much worse than normal and I'm having a lot of difficulty with it. Thank you for being understanding . You will always get your chapters, they just might be late. You can find me under the same name on In$ta for updates that I'm gonna be late. See ya soon.
**TRIGGER WARNING: Discussions of suicide and attempted suicide. Read at your own discretion.** “How are you feeling, Kent? You’re looking better. You have some color in your cheeks.” I’m sitting in my therapist, Allison’s, office. “Yeah, Star dragged me out to the flea market on Saturday. They made me put on, like an entire bottle of sunscreen. Said they were worried that I’d turn into ash like a vampire,” I say, giving a short chuckle. It’s been three months since that fateful meeting with Cole. Ok, that’s a bit dramatic and I’m trying to tone that down. It won’t help my processing my feelings if I use hyperbole to deal with it. When Cole told me that he didn’t want to be with me anymore, I left the cafe and didn’t turn back. I didn’t respond to his calls and pleas for me to stop. I just ran home and locked the door behind me. He had left his key and couldn’t get inside. Cole banged on the door for an hour trying to get me to talk to him. But I just laid in
1 year later… “Who the hell dips french fries in their ice cream? That’s like, just wrong. It should be in the 10 Commandments. Thou shalt not kill. Thou shalt not commit adultery. Thou shalt not defile the holiness of the good old American french fry or the sanctity of a milkshake,” I say aghast as I watch Evan dip his fry back into his Wendy’s Frosty. “You don’t know what you’re missing man. It’s the perfect mixture of salty and sweet. Hits the tongue like your taste buds are having individual little orgasms in your mouth,” he says, eating the fry and smiling at me. “I’ll show you an orgasm in your mouth!” I leer, leaning in and kissing him hard. He kisses me back, holding the back of my head and opening his mouth to swipe his tongue along my lips until I open and he invades my mouth. That’s what Evan does. Takes exactly what he wants, while making sure to give you pleasure as well. It’s fucking hot. We’ve been dating for about two months and recently decided that
“Ms. Park! Where the hell is my lunch and the itinerary for the trip?!” I just love it when he yells. It just makes me feel like such a valuable employee. Seriously, all warm and fuzzy inside. Thick, heavy sarcasm. That’s my boss, Jonathan Wilson. THE Jonathan Wilson of Wilson Cybersecurities. THE Jonathan Wilson of the top cybersecurity firm in the country, one of the top five in the world. Notorious hard ass. Notorious playboy. Notorious asshole. And my boss. The man is like the male version of the boss from The Devil Wears Prada. He has high demands and even higher expectations. He does not care who you are or what other responsibilities that you may have. You will stay and finish whatever he has tasked you to his specifications and satisfaction no matter what he says. He is a task master and a dictator, emphasis on the DICK. If I didn’t get such amazing pay, huge benefits, and had an astronomical amount of debt that my late gambling addicted father left me to pay
A fucking loved pissing her off. To the point of distraction where she doesn’t realize the show that she’s giving to me with her low cut shirt as she bends over her desk. She doesn’t seem to think that I’m able to see her. Little does she know that whenever she’s in the room with me, my eyes are always on her. It’s why she HAS to sit behind me in meetings so that I can focus. I knew when my food came in, had Andy the security guard call me the second Alexis was on her way up in the elevator with it. I also had seen the itinerary that she’d placed on my desk. Would have had to been blind not to. The woman is nothing if not efficient. So much so that I’d had to be downright devious mess up the things that she did. Does she deserve it? Absolutely not. She’s an amazing woman, taking care of her ill mother who was recently placed in a nursing home, having to deal with the debt that he father left behind after his father’s debt, and is also searching for her addict brother wh
We took the company’s private jet to London, because Jonathan Wilson does not fly commercial. I had expected that we would have all manner of lawyers, paralegals, and other assistants flying with us, since that’s what I’m used to when I’ve gone on business trips with Mr. Wilson over the years. I know that I didn’t organize anything for them, but sometimes Mr. Wilson likes to take care of that himself, handpicking who comes on his plane with him. Since one flight attendant is the only other person here besides our pilots, I guess that’s not the case. I had wondered what Mr. Wilson’s response was going to be after the text that I sent him. It was stupid, impulsive, and just a bit devious, but I couldn’t help it. He knew what he had done to me in his office when I brought the itinerary in to him. There was no way that he didn’t. And he had taken a lot of pleasure in seeing me flustered, I’m sure. I needed to do the same back. I’ve never stood up to Mr. Wilson before, and this
I was more than a little pissed when I found out that Alexis had booked me my favorite suite, but she herself was staying in a much smaller room on a lower floor. We are staying at The Connaught, one of the best hotels in London and my personal favorite. It’s where my father used to bring me, when he remembered he had a family that he needed to include in things, and we would actually have a decent time until the weekend was over or a work call came in and then I was by myself. I am staying in the Sutherland suite, which isn’t the best suite that they have, but is my favorite when I am here alone. It has huge, 30-foot ceilings, a large sitting area, dining area, and even a grand piano in the one bedroom suite. It’s quaint and cozy enough for me and the 24-hour personal butler service is impeccable. However, since Alexis and I are the only ones from the company that are in London and we are both staying here, I would have thought that she would have gotten one of the suites wit
I’m honestly not sure how this could get much worse. This morning, when we left for the office and to finish the merger, we had checked out, planning on leave at a full day of work and going back home. Now we find out that both our pilots are in the hospital, one of a ventilator and the flight attendant just texted me as I was talking to Mr. Wilson saying that she has been feeling sick as well. Now Mr. Wilson is back in the meeting, attempting to wrap things up and I am on the phone with The Connaught trying to get our rooms back. “What the hell do you mean that you only have Mr. Wilson’s room available? How is there nothing else available in the entire hotel?!” I nearly shriek at the concierge that I’m on the phone with. “I do apologize Ms. Park, but with the rumors of the lockdown, many of our patrons have returned to the country and are unable to return home with their loved ones. They have to quarantine for 14 days and they have chosen to do so here.” Even though I’m fre
It’s been two weeks since we were stranded here in England and my patience is running very thin with Alexis. I meant what I said when I told her that her work would end at 5 pm. That’s when it always should have ended, but I was trying to get her to break under the strain of her workload. I had thought that I could get her angry and then I would have her. But she’s better at controlling herself than I thought. Now, I have a different plan. I’m going to make her so full of lust, she’s going to be the one that jumps me. So, I make sure to walk around in the morning in just my sweats. I work out in the gym downstairs during my scheduled time and come back in just a set of basketball shorts. I make sure that she catches me coming out of the shower, towel slung low on my hips. And we have every meal together, ones that I spend getting to know her instead of talking about work. How has she not done anything about it for two weeks?! I’m so horny that I jack off every time tha
Hey friends! Thank you so much for reading Love in the Time of Quarantine. I hope that you enjoyed reading as much as I enjoyed writing. Here are a couple of announcements/interesting information for you. 1. If you are interested in what I listen to while I’m writing, you can find my playlist “Creative Juices” on Spotify. I love all different kinds of music, so there's a little something for everyone. 2. Other books on GoodNovel: Trio of Mates Series: 4 werewolf books that take on the idea of what would happen if one of the leadership was gay and couldn’t produce an heir. Lots of very graphic smut. (completed) Trio Legacy Series: The stories of the children of the wolves introduced in the Trio of Mates Series. Completed: Hide and Seek, Ongoing: Red Rover Dissonance and Harmony: The story of a high school girl who has to face her rapist at his sentencing hearing and deal with her PTSD from that night. Graphic violence and rape scenes. (completed) 3. Follow me under the same name
I’m standing outside of the girls’ apartment, my old apartment, with a picnic basket of baked goods and a cooler with drinks, fruits, and icings to add. I have muffins, cinnamon rolls, danishes, cinnamon raisin bread, and fresh bagels. Ok, I went a little overboard. I can admit that. I’m just so fucking anxious about this whole thing that I don’t know how to handle my feelings right now. I had been awake when Andie had texted me last night, contemplating what Angel had said to me earlier that day. I’d actually been looking at pictures of Andie and Jaime on my phone when I got the text. We’d been so happy before this whole thing started. I miss them. So damn much and it took losing them to understand what I’d done wrong. I didn’t even have to think twice about it, I immediately texted her back that I would bring breakfast. And then I fell to sleep without any issue. Granted, I’d only gotten a few hours in bed, since I had to make deliveries to the bakery this morning.
I’ve been tossing and turning in bed all night after listening to everything Angel and Maddie said tonight. “You three belong together.” “He loves you.” “He wants you back.” “What do you have to lose if you do call him?” I know what my heart wants. I also know what my heart is afraid is going to happen. How can I allow him to possibly hurt me, us, all over again? What’s the definition of insanity? Doing something the same way over and over again and expecting a different result? Wouldn’t it just be insanity to allow him back into our lives again and hoping for a different result. Though both Angel and Marta have said that he’s reducing his hours at the business, that they’ve hired a lot of new people, and that he’s learned his lesson. Could it be true? Could he have really changed for us, even if he didn’t think that we’d be there for him? I don’t know. We’ve been in bed since midnight and it’s 3 am. With a huge sigh, I get up and grab my robe. I tie the robe
Jaime and I go about making dinner in silence. We are a well oiled machine at this point, moving easily around each other in our kitchen. Angel and her partner Maddie are coming over tonight for dinner and to play cards. It’s something that we started up in college with Angel. A weekly card game. Each week, someone picks the game that we play and once a year, each of us is supposed to introduce a new card game. We use candy and snack foods for any games that require betting. It’s more to hang out and have fun than anything else. Maddie and Angel have been very careful of who they let in their circle, as have we, so we all feel comfortable being around each other, even with COVID still happening. Unfortunately, this is how much of our life has been since Jorge left. Just a silent orbit around each other. Hold each other through the tears and the pain. But not really talking. I mean, what was there to say? We were enough for each other, but not for the man that we love
“Angel, do you have tomorrow’s shipment of bread all packaged? Carmello’s needs the delivery an hour early. I’d like to be able to have everything on rolling carts so I can just load up the trucks the second I get here,” I call to Angel. When she first started working with me, I had brought Angel on just as a delivery driver. But over the last two months, I have consciously tried to pull myself back from the business and I’ve made Angel a partner. We have three drivers, a part-time baker, and two part-time packagers. I’ve cut my hours back so that I’m working nine hour days, as opposed to the 16 hour days I was working before. The only reason that I’m driving tomorrow is because our early morning guy took tomorrow off. Otherwise, I’ve even built in my Wednesdays and Sundays as days off. “Yes, everythings all ready. Just waiting for the last batch to finish cooling before we get it packaged. I’ll get that done in the next hour,” Angel tells me. I let out a huge sigh. “O
It’s been a week since our last interaction with Jorge. We’ve been communicating via text and notes left at the apartment. The morning after our break up, Jorge was gone by the time Andie and I woke up. He had packed a bag and left a note saying that he would be in and out while Andie and I were at work over the coming week. He’s moving into an apartment over his parents’ restaurant. It was a place that his dad used as an office and that one family member or another would crash at when they were in the dog house with their wives or girlfriends. Not a bad place, but also not a place for someone with as successful a business as Jorge’s. Unfortunately, with COVID still pretty bad, Jorge has elected to stay in a place where only family has been until things blow over a bit. Trying to decide what belongs to who out of our stuff over text is difficult. I had honestly thought that Jorge was the one. The guy that I was going to spend the rest of my life with. When we added Andie
In that way that grief between people who love each other will sometimes turn sexual, when Jorge turns to Jaime and kisses her, she kisses him back. I lean in and kiss the side of his face. He turns towards me and God does it feel good to kiss him. I’ve missed him so damn much. It’s been too damn long. Jaime brings his mouth back to her, their kiss hungry and desperate. My hands go to the bottom of the hoodie he’s wearing and I rip it off of him. Jaime finds his mouth again and I lean down, licking his nipples. He groans into Jaime’s mouth and his body tenses in his arousal. He loves having his nipples played with. At the same time, I rake my nails down his abs. Jorge pulls back from Jaime’s mouth to look down at me. “Please. I need you both.” His voice is so full of need. I look at Jaime, asking if she’s ok with this. Because this is going to be an end. Not a reconciliation. But I want this. I need him. Jaime nods, both of us seeing the motion. Jorge surg
Andie looks between Jaime and me and seems to immediately know what’s going on. She’s always had that ability. To take a situation in at a glance and know exactly what is going on. I guess that’s what makes her so good at programming. And at calling me on my bullshit. Ever since the day that I triggered Jaime’s meltdown, Andie has been more aloof with me. I guess she realized that the promises that I made to her and Jaime, while heartfelt and genuine, weren’t ones that I could keep. I feel like the time that I managed to get after that was more for Jaime’s benefit than Andie’s. As introverted and quiet as she appears, Andie doesn’t take bullshit from anyone. She’s given me more rope than I deserve. But it seems that it was just enough for me to hang myself with. “How far are we into this conversation?” Andie asks. I stare at her, surprised at how calmly she can address this. Jaime is the one that answers. “I’ve told him that he isn’t treating us like priorities an
I’m sitting on the couch flipping through the channels on the TV when Jorge walks in. It’s been two days since our failed date and this is the first time that I’ve seen him in more then passing. He’s dressed in sweats and a tank, his hair wet from a shower. He must have just come back from a run. Andie and I have been sleeping in her old room ever since our failed date night. With the hours that he’s been keeping, I don’t really know what he’s up to. I don’t know that I really can muster up the ability to care. Each time I do, it just seems to hurt me a little more. “Hey…” Jorge says tentatively. He walks in the room and sits on the arm of the couch. I glance over at him. “Hey,” I say, turning my attention back to the TV. “Um…where’s Andie?” he asks, like he’s not sure what to say. “Doctor’s appointment and then grocery shopping.” My responses aren’t angry, but they are short and I don’t turn my attention back to him. Instead I give the remote the voice command to tu