I need to find a doctor, but how do I do it on such short notice? I pull out my phone to call Jorge my assistant.“Good Morning Boss. Are you coming into the office today?”“No. Jorge, I need a doctor.”“Oh, for what? Is Mrs, okay? My nephews?” He says, reacting as his usual dramatic self.“Fenice is fine, and so are the boys. I pulled my back last night and need to get it checked out. Can you find me a doctor? I need it today.”“I will be right on it.”“Thank you.”“You know. I had a problem once. I was in Colorado when my boyfriend at the time got a little rough. He was hitting it from the back. He can be a little rough.”“Jorge, is there a point to this story?”“oh right. So my back gave out. We were snowed in so I couldn’t see a doctor. I did yoga for two days. My back felt brand new by the time we left.”“So you’re saying I should try yoga?”“Exactly. I bet it will have you feeling brand new or you can go see those pill pushers who’ll pump you full of drugs and overcharge you.” I
Brandi Twenty minutes ago I examine the sample of Birch wood on my desk. I like it, but I’m not in love with it like I am with the soft maple. I sigh. Why did the supplier have a shortage of the only wood I like? Well, it doesn’t matter. I have to choose one of these before the call. Shannon likes the ash, but ash is not durable enough and I want people to pass these on to their kids, not throw them out. I need another opinion. Maybe I should have had Tes stop by with dinner and help me decide. I pick up my phone to call him but hesitate when I remember how tired he was today. Tes is already stretched thin with taking care of the boys, last-minute wedding prep, and getting his company ready for his absence during our honeymoon. Although he never complains, I’m sure he is exhausted. His only being able to have sex once last night is proof. That man never falls asleep before going at it at least twice. It’s a good thing this project is almost complete. Once we’re done with picking th
GiannaI pull in through the gate and look around, stunned at the lawn covered in furniture. What is all this? I wonder as I park the car. Are they moving? Neither Dad nor B said anything before this. I slip out of the car and grab my purse before heading to the door when I see Martha approaching.“Ms. Gia.” She says, smiling when she sees me.“Hey, Martha. Are Papi and B moving?”She shakes her head. “Mrs. Caputo woke up this morning, asked us to move the furniture outside, and started cleaning.” She explains.Mrs. Who? I furrow my brows when I realize she is talking about B. I guess she will be Mrs. Caputo in a couple of days. It feels so strange for her to marry Papi, but now I’m okay with it. Happy even, since he makes her happy, and they gave me two of the cutest brothers in the world. I smile, thinking of their chubby cheeks.“Ms. Gia?” Martha calls, pulling me from my thoughts.“Oh, B asked you to move them out?” She nods.“She was in a frenzy this morning about getting the hou
Meanwhile Brandi I pull the covers tight and reach for a handful of popcorn as I focus on the TV. After cleaning yesterday, I have been flipping between crying and watching movies and TV shows. Except for two hours today, G convinced to me get my hair done because the wedding is tomorrow. I hope it is tomorrow, but I’m still uncertain what will happen because I haven’t spoken to Tes since I told him he has until Sunday to figure it out. I don’t know what he’s thinking, even suggesting postponing the wedding. How could he think I need more time? I’m so angry and hurt, I want to hate him. I should hate him right now for putting me through this, but I can’t. I miss him. I ache for his arms holding me. I miss his smile in the morning. I miss our family. I sniff as tears stain my cheeks. “Are you okay? Do you need anything? Ice Cream?” Gia asks, pushing the tub of butter pecan to me. I sigh and grab the spoon and take a big bite. “Better?” I nod before taking another bite. “Your father
BrandiI sit in the chair waiting for the make-up artist to finish her work as my heart thunders in my chest. This is it. I’m getting married—I glance at the clock. Twenty minutes. I have been prodded, plunked, and tucked all morning, and now all I have to do is put on my dress and walk down the aisle to the man I love.“You’re still doing her make-up?” G asks as the door opens with a bang and she comes rushing in. She has been in a frenzy since this morning.“Hey, G. You look amazing,” I say as I admire the champagne, maid of honor dress she’s wearing. She stops and grins, then twirls to give me the full picture.“Don’t I—-wait. Don’t change the subject. Why is she still doing your make-up? It’s almost time.”“I asked her to change the eye shadow to something lighter,” I explain.“Oh, but we only have eighteen minutes.”“I’m almost done.” The make-up artist states.G paces back and forth. “How soon is almost? We only have seventeen minutes, and we need to get her dress on and do last
My eyes snap open at 7:00 am sharp as usual. I don’t have to look at the clock to know it’s 7. I’ve been waking like this long enough to trust my body’s internal clock. I pull the comforter off me, slip out of bed and begin my daily routine by making my bed. Pillows perfectly aligned, sheets pulled tight, and comforter folded just right. I nod when I see the finished outcome. I walk to my bathroom for the next part of my routine, brush my teeth, wash my face, and shower. I grab the outfit I put together last night and get dressed. Hair and makeup are last on the list; I complete my look, with a high ponytail, light makeup, and nod approving my work. By now, it’s 7:30 am. I walk to my kitchen, the coffee machine turns in every morning at 7:25 am, so my coffee is ready by the time I get there. I pour myself a cup in my usual mug, sugar, and a bit of cream, and then I stand by the counter and sip it. “I have to visit grandma today,” I note myself as I take another sip of my cof
I’m sitting in a dark room naked on a bed; not a sliver of light can be seen. This is what I agreed to, no sight, no sound for one night of mind-blowing pleasure. My heart beat rapidly as I wait for my partner. I’m getting used to blind sex, the name of the new kink in the sex world. You put your name in the pool and get matched with the most compatible love based on your interests. I hope they got it right for me because I’ve been looking forward to this for weeks since receiving the invite. My center is soaking wet just thinking of the things that will be done to it tonight. I bite my lips as I imagine a stranger fucking me brutally hard; it almost makes me cum. I wiggle my hips gently, trying to calm my pulsating vulva as the anticipation builds. Suddenly the sound of a door opening and then closing echoes through the room. It’s followed by the sound of his shoes clipping the ground, which sends waves of moisture flooding my thigh as my core gets more excited the cl
We provide a list when we sign up for this. It’s a list of names of your family and friends, so you are never matched with them. I ensure both my cousin's names were on that list, but not Giovanni Caputo. The color drains from my face as the possibility settles, my heart pounds loudly in my chest. Could I have slept with Mr.Caputo? I clench my thighs together like last night flashes in my mind. No, no, it’s not him; it can’t be him. Mr.C is goofy and corny; I imagine sex with him would be sweet and romantic. Last night was not sweet, nor was it romantic. Mr.C can’t possibly f**k like that, can he? My core moistens the more I think of last night. I grip the sink. “Stop it; it’s not him; it’s just a coincidence.” I jump at the sound of someone knocking at the door. “Brandi, are you alright?” My core throbs with just the sound of his voice; stop it, Brandi, it isn’t him. This is Mr.C, G’s father; you are not attracted to him. He is off-limits. “Brandi?” I inhale