I couldn't let you think they really broke up. So here's another chapter.
hi!! So I am working on chapter 68, but I've been busy writing chapter for my new story. But as usual, it takes forever to get approved. it didn't use to be this way, but I'm trying to be patient. and failing... Because i suck at being patient. lol. Anyway. Would you like to read the chapters i've written so far? If you don't, you can just skip them. As usual they'll be author notes, so no charge for you guys. chapter 9: Jealous Zev's pov I was paying attention to class when Raiden moved Atalanta’s hair out of the way. She had a strappy dress on that was a few sizes too big. It reached just below her knees, but because of its size, it dipped down when she sat down, revealing a lot of her back. Although most of her hair was covering the skin, until Raiden moved it. He leaned forward, his chin resting on his right hand, while the left traced circles on her back. There were small scars on her back, different from the ones that happened during what she claimed was a cooking ac
Raiden’s pov “Are you up for a date tonight? Or we could head straight to your room.” Lisa said seductively. While I normally like a woman who knows what she wants, some parts of me wanted to say no. The appeal just wasn’t there. But I had to prove to myself and to Zev that this wasn’t about that big, blue-eyed little mouse. That little timid woman who smells like lavender and something fruity. Mom always picks lavender, puts it in the palm of her hand, and rubs her hands together. I used to do it too; my hands would smell like lavender, and I love the scent. It’s like a reminder of my childhood. The packhouse garden is filled with lavender plants, and when the wind blows in the right direction, the whole air smells like it. Atalanta smelled like that, but there was a hint of something else that I couldn’t put my finger on. Something citrusy. It didn’t matter anyway. “Yeah, why not?” I replied, earning a smile from Lisa. She was one of the new students, and she had been hangin
Zev's pov I love Grace and Ethan, but they can be a bit overbearing sometimes. And she is just as intuitive as Raiden, always knowing when I’m not feeling well. But I actually didn’t mind calling her this time. I had enough ammunition to get her to focus on her son, if I needed to. Raiden called his mom to videocall, and she immediately picked up. “First of all, it’s really good to see you guys. Secondly, why don’t you text back?” “We’re kind of busy, mom... It's not like we're just sitting around doing nothing.” Raiden replied. I didn’t realize we both weren’t texting her back as frequently as we normally do. “Busy sleeping with every girl there?” Grace replied, raising her eyebrow at me. “Well, actually.” I teased Raiden. “He just cancelled a date to call you.” “Then there really must be something wrong.” Grace said, giving me a knowing wink. He rolled my eyes at me, “and he’s seeing someone.” “I’m not!” Maybe I protested a bit too much, because Grace giggled at the two of u
Atalanta’s pov “What are you doing?” Suzie asked, making me flinch. I put my head down, ready to be scolded. “Lana… why are you cleaning our room?” I slowly looked up to find her staring at me with an expression that looked a lot like concern. However, I had no clue what to respond. Why wouldn’t I clean the room? Suzie came closer, “the first time it happened I just figured you were being nice. But I can clean my own stuff, Atalanta. It’s not your job to tidy my side or clean the room from top to bottom every day.” “It isn’t?” I asked surprised. It has always been my job to clean everyone’s mess. “No. I am responsible for the mess I made. And in this case, it might have looked like a mess to you, but there was a system to the madness.” Suzie explained. Her whole desk had been covered in random papers, not an inch left of desk. So I had placed them all on a pile, before cleaning her desk. The concept of everyone being responsible for their own mess was foreign to me. From a young
And the last one so far. Hope you like it so far. Raiden’s pov Shit. I stormed off in anger, leaving my best friend, little mouse, and Suzie behind. It probably looked like some temper tantrum to them, and I didn’t care right now. Yesterday night messed with my head. I had been so desperate to prove to Zev that he was wrong, that I had sex when I wasn’t even in the mood. This was the first time in my life that I had made myself have sex. I felt dirty and weird. After Lisa entered my room, we began kissing each other, but I just wasn’t feeling it. It wasn’t like she sucked at kissing; it simply lacked passion. Mostly on my part. It had never bothered me before, but suddenly it didn’t feel enough. I barely knew Lisa, and I had fucked girls whose personalities I didn’t really like before. But yesterday, I needed more than just lust. I tried to compensate by focusing on her pleasure. Sex doesn’t feel right unless I make a woman cum first. It’s not just that I feel like it’s the r
Cas’ pov I needed a plan. Ripley was sad, angry, and felt guilty. Fuck, every emotion out there came to visit this week. Learning that your husband faked his death is already painful enough, but to learn that he only came back for money. Yeah, that fucking sucks. While I have firsthand knowledge of how it feels to be used for my money, never has something like this happened. Never has someone this close betrayed me. Well, unless maybe my parents. But I’ve learned early on not to expect much from them. Yet it’s my fucking dad I have to work with for this all to go away. I’m a big enough man to realize I can’t handle this by myself. This mess has become too big. There are too many people involved. Oliver is just another cog in the machine that is Kennedy and her awful dad. Although I want out of the business, I can’t leave it worse than when I came here. Ripley taught me how to give a fuck. And ever since she came into my life, I’ve been trying to get to know the people I work wit
Ripley’s pov “I don’t want to keep playing this game.” I told Cas. “I’m calling Oliver and arranging a meeting. I want you there.” “Okay.” Ripley giggled, “That’s it? You had this big plan and everything.” Cas winked at me, making me instantly feel butterflies in my stomach. “My plan isn’t necessarily tied to Oliver. He’s just a cog in the machine. I want to break the whole fucking machine apart. Make sure there’s nothing left to ever rebuild.” “You sound like a man looking for vengeance,” I joked. I half joked; talking about breaking things apart was maybe a bit much. Cas pulled me close to him, giving me a kiss that made my legs weak. “The type of man Simon is... He won’t go down without a fight. He’ll try to come for me and for everyone I love if I let him. The things I found are so fucking bad, Ley. That man deserves to go to prison.” “So, give the cops everything you’ve learned.” I said, looking up into the eyes of the most handsome man alive. God, how could someone be this
Ripley’s povRiver and Rose were looking up at me with big eyes, both curious why I had told them to sit down. How could I explain this to them?Yeah, um, your dad is still alive, and Cas and him both got hurt and are now in the hospital?No…But could I not tell them about Oliver? What if he didn’t pull through? I would be the one keeping them away from their father.Even if he didn’t deserve it, did River and Rose deserve a chance to say goodbye?Shit..“Mommy?” River asked, while her sister looked up at me wondering what was going on as well. They could probably feel my nerves.“Riri and Roro. I wanted to talk to you about something. ….”THREE HOURS EARLIER“Sit down,” Cas said with a smirk.He was enjoying this a bit too much. But even I must admit, it was nice to see the surprise look on Oliver’s face when he saw Cas sitting beside me holding my hand.It wasn’t like he had done much to “win me back,” like he had claimed in the beginning he was going to do. If Oliver could lie, wh
Cassius pov“You’re so fucking beautiful.”“Language, dad.” Rose scolded me.I rolled my eyes, “you know what I mean. You are the perfect bride, Raven.”Seeing my youngest daughter get married reminded me of my own wedding. Ripley and I had wanted to do a quick wedding with just the three of us, not knowing at the time she was already pregnant with our middle child, Rayne.After we went to Malachi’s and Kennedy’s wedding, Ripley had wanted to get married in Europe too. But instead of France, she chose Greece.Even now, twenty plus years later, I can still remember how fucking gorgeous the country was. The white building, the blue ocean, my perfect bride in her summer dress.It was simple, but it suited us both. I didn’t need a big fucking wedding. I just needed my girls there. Rose and River wore matching dresses; they were so fucking cute. We had done the official part at home, at city hall. Ripley had asked two of the hotel staff to be our witnesses—two people who were now friends.T
Malachi’s povShe smelled and tasted even better than I remembered. I loved seeing that bump above me as I ate her pussy out. I kept my promise; I made her cum every time she told me she loved me.By the end of it, she didn't seem shy about it any longer; all the awkwardness between us was gone.She loves me, and I love her. And I intend to show her in every way possible.Once her legs felt putty and she couldn't move, I carried her to her room.“This is going to be our room now.” I stated, and she smiled at me.“Can you go inside the closet and grab that little bag for me?” she asked.I did what my woman asked me to do, looking for a small bag. I suspected it was my ring but didn’t want to assume.Once I found the bag, I handed it to her, and she took out a little box."Malachi Ford, you're nothing like what I ever imagined my husband would be like, but exactly what I need. You’re a sweetheart; you love to dance and sing, and your fashion sense is growing on me.”I chuckled at her wor
Kennedy’s povLong story short, I heard everything. Yeah, it’s an invasion of fucking privacy, blablabla. It’s my home! If I want to watch the security cameras for a bit, just to make sure everything is okay, then I can.I mean, it wasn’t like I was spying on them.Okay, I sort of was, but who cares?Malachi loves me. He said so twice now, so it’s like a fact at this point.And if he does get upset I eavesdropped, then he should also get angry at Leon, because that sneaky little man must have overheard my call with Cassius and Ripley.Yes. I talked to them. Of all people.But it wasn’t even about Malachi. They called me to see how everything was going after Juliette’s death and offered their sympathies. It was just a normal conversation until the fucker, Cassius, of course, started annoying me.He asked about the wedding and a bunch of other shit, that doesn’t seem really important right now. And then he started teasing me, like a fucking child.Ripley tried to stop him, well, sort of;
Malachi’s povHow do I even start?I wish I could put this off. I wish I could just wait a bit, but we have to go to France so Leon can say goodbye if he wants to. I read everything I could online about young children and death, and they all suggest letting the kids have a choice.Both the funeral and her burial will take place there.I can’t let my own feelings get in the way. I am angry; I’m sad. I’m so many things, but none of them are important right now.Is that what it’s like to be a parent? Putting someone else first, always? I respect momma in a whole new way.Every time I asked about my dad, did she hurt as well? She never showed it.“Papa?” Leon said, looking at me with big eyes.He’s so beautiful. Such an amazing kid.I swallowed, trying to keep my voice from breaking.Things were awkward between me and Kennedy because we almost kissed. But she was still here, her hand on my shoulder, trying to keep me sane.She’s a good woman. A good mother. And I am lucky to have her here.
Malachi’s pov“Do you believe in god?”Kennedy sighed. Our morning did not get off to a good start. I may or may not have assumed she had told Leon when I saw her holding him and crying.Thankfully I didn’t just yell out something stupid, but the damage was done anyway.The rest of the day had been awkward, and I still had not told Leon about his mother’s death.It surprised me that Kennedy stayed behind after our fight. She could have left. Leon wasn’t her responsibility, and she’s supposed to go to work. But she didn’t.Instead, she worked from home.Leon was now taking a nap, and Kennedy had just ordered lunch, so I thought it was a safe moment to talk to her. Guess I was wrong.“Why?”“I don’t know. Just... do you believe in God?" I asked again.“I’m a Republican; of course I believe in God." Kennedy replied stoically.I don't think that's how it works, but okay.."So you go to church, pray, and all that?"She rolled her eyes, “that’s too much. I just believe in God. And I donate t
Kennedy’s pov“I’m sorry,” I muttered.“What?” Ripley asked.“Don’t make me repeat it, please. You heard me.”Ripley giggled, “you’re sorry for what?”“I don’t fucking know. Everything? I was a bitch to you. I didn’t even want Cassius the way you want him. I never loved the man. It was a pride thing. And I don’t like people messing with my plans. And you messed with my plans a whole fu- shit, how does Cassius not curse around these kids?”Ripley shrugged, “he tries. It doesn’t always work. But you were saying?”“Yeah, you messed with my plans. Threw everything in the trash, actually. Kind of ruined everything we had planned, and even when I tried to fight back, somehow you still came out on top.”“Not every time. I was really miserable, and some of the things you did had a major effect on my and the girls’ lives.”I sighed, fuck… Why isn’t sorry enough? Why do I have to explain myself or whatever.“Look, I can go into a whole thing and explain my reasons. But we both know they were pre
Cassius pov“Um, so, fuck it. Do you want to come over so the girls can play with Leon?” Kennedy’s voice asked me on the other end of the phone.I should have never answered the phone when I saw her name pop up on the caller ID. We were having a relaxing day, the girls were almost ready to take a nap, which meant afternoon sex for me and Ripley while they slept.The naps could last for an hour or sometimes only twenty minutes, but it made things exciting, not knowing how much time we had to spend. And a quicky is still sex.Before I could say no, Ley took the phone from my fucking hands. Sneaky girl.“We’d love to; the girls can nap on the way over.”And now we weren’t having our afternoon sexy time? Hell to the fucking no.But Ripley had said goodbye to Kennedy and handed me back the phone. “Stop pouting, Cas. I’ll make it up to you tonight.”“You better…” I teased my fiancé.She rolled her eyes, “or what?”“Oh, you’ll see…” I winked at her with my smirk that she loved to hate.Ley ig
Malachi’s povShe looked damn good. I had imagined what Kennedy would look like when she was pregnant, but this was beyond my imagination.She looked beautiful and hot. The thought that this woman is carrying my baby is sexy as hell, but I can’t let her see it.Especially not after she disappeared for no good reason.We had talked for those two weeks. It wasn’t like she went no-contact. She just never mentioned she was out of the country.I was dealing with a lot myself, so when she said she didn’t have time for a date, I didn’t really care.Okay, that was a lie. I had grown to enjoy our dates. For someone who acts like she doesn’t care about anyone but herself, she is a very good listener. And she gives pretty good advice too, although a bit cold.But when you’re dealing with death, childcare, a wedding, and a bunch of other stuff, it’s nice to have someone who doesn’t get stressed out. She is calm, mostly because she buries everything. Which isn’t healthy at all. But that’s an issue
Kennedy“So you really don’t see anything wrong with what you did?” Malachi asked over the phone.How could I explain the need to leave for two weeks without giving much of an explanation.Should I just tell them the complete list of shit I am dealing with right now?First of fucking all, I am having a boy. Hooray! But no.Seriously…. My entire fucking life, I had known I would get a girl that would be just like me. It was already a thing to realize that I’d be having a mixed-race girl. Not because they’re not beautiful and pretty—I mean, they’re arguably more pretty—but because it means my daughter will not be a perfect copy.Yeah, now that I am saying it out loud. Or, thinking about it, I realize how crazy that sounds.So I will not be telling Malachi any of that.We found out that we’re having a boy, and his mother was there too. She’s a lovely lady, I guess. Very intimating, but I respect that in a woman. No bullshit attitude.She gave me some speech on how I should treat her son r