Michael Since Jade had agreed to move back in with me, the last few months were the best of my life. Falling asleep next to her allowed me to fall asleep focusing on positive, restful thoughts instead of stressing out about my to-do list for the next day. For the first time in my life, I have been able to enjoy watching the success of another person's dream. I'd always been so caught up in my own business and making sure that my end ran smoothly that I hadn't paid attention to the hard work put in by small businesses, especially those just starting. One thing that had not changed at all was Jade's stubbornness. She completed her business plan, which I thought was extremely well done. I suggested that she allow me to be her financial backer. At first, she refused until I drew up a formal contract. I would loan her the amount needed to purchase the building, equipment, and everything she would need to get started. After six months, she would make regular payments to repay the loan
Jade I stared at myself in the mirror. This didn't seem real. I was actually getting married to the man I was madly in love with. If I was honest, I fell in love with Michael the first moment I saw him at the fashion show. Making love to him later sealed the deal, and from that moment on, he was a part of my soul. Sage was putting the finishing touches on my hair when Michael's grandfather came in. "Will you excuse us a moment, Sage?" he asked. "Of course, sir," she said, casting a worried look toward me. She was well aware of our less than amicable relationship that had existed in the past. However, I was confident that Mr. Fletcher and I had moved past that point. After Sage closed the door softly behind her, the old man sat on the bed and sighed. "I know that I wasn't always kind to you, and I haven't always treated you the way you deserved to be treated," he began. He took a deep breath, and I waited. I knew that it wouldn't be easy for him to express his thoughts. "When
Book 2 Is another standalone novel that also introduces new plot and characters while still maintaining the MY BILLIONAIRE BABY DADDY WANTS ME BACK series.---------Rex Redford is two things-a musical god and my baby daddy. The first he's well aware of. But the second is about to rock his world.Five years ago, we had this insanely passionate month together.But then reality hit-I was fresh out of med school and he was jetting off on a global tour.We called it quits.Now fate throws him, chiseled jaw and all, into my ER after a motorcycle crash.He's still gorgeous – piercing green eyes, a killer smile and a body I've missed more than I care to admit.After spotting a picture of me and our son, he's asking difficult questions and demanding answers.Cue the panic button.I never should have kept this secret from him.And now I have some big decisions to make.Rex is used to getting everything he wants.And he's determined for us to be the perfect little family.But, he's a rockstar.
Isabella"Honey, it's just rain.""But it's loud," Leo's tiny voice murmurs over the phone.I rub my hand over my eyes. "Why don't you wake Abuela?""She's sleeping," he says emphatically. "Snoring. Her snoring scares me.""Leo, Mami's at work, okay? You crawl into bed with Abuela and she'll protect you from the rain, okay?" Curse these rare desert rains. They scare the crap out of kids and dogs alike. Of course, it had to happen in the middle of my shift too when I only have a couple of minutes. "You're brave, Leo. You went all the way to the kitchen to get Abuela's phone, didn't you?""Yeah," he says, fear still in his voice.I smile, tucking myself further into the alcove to avoid the eyes of a passing nurse who might tattle on me to hospital administration for taking a call during my shift. "Then you can face anything. A storm? That's nothing."There's a roll of thunder outside, loud enough that I can hear it outside the hospital and through the phone. Leo cries out."Hey, listen,
RexI pinch my eyes open and groan. My ribs feel like they've been pummeled."Hey, buddy. You awake?"I turn to look in the direction of the voice. "Blaise. What the hell are you doing here?"My friend, Blaise O'Malley, smiles brightly. "I'm your emergency contact!""Oh. Right." Men over thirty shouldn't have the drummers of their bands as an emergency contact. "What time is it?""Four."I glance out the window. It's dark. "In the morning?""You betcha," he says, nodding once, his red hair flopping out of place."You drove out here at four in the morning to..." I begin.Blaise shrugs. "Well, I got the call at, like, one. And I was awake anyway, so –"I chuckle. Even smiling hurts. Shit. "Dirty son of a bitch."Blaise's eyes widen. "No, it was – I was working on a new –""Giving you a hard time, B," I cut him off. Blaise, of all my bandmates, lives the least rocker lifestyle of us all. Sure, he's a fucking badass drummer and can fly off the handle if the spirit calls him. But he disapp
Isabella“You have to go talk to him, Isabella,” Amina says from behind the door of my locker.I pull my scrubs on and sigh. “That’s not in my job description.”“Being thanked for saving a man’s life?!”I slam my locker door and shake my head. “Nope.”“Come on, your shift doesn’t start for another fifteen minutes. Just a quick conversation,” Amina says with the eagerness of a little girl who thinks unicorns exist.I cross my arms over my chest. “Not happening.” I’m not going to tell her that a conversation like that is going to last way more than fifteen minutes.“He’s famous, Isabella.”“Is he?” I ask.“Don’t be an ass. You know him. Black Flame. The band.”I pretend to be nonplussed.Amina gapes at me. “You know them.”I shake my head.“Come on! ‘Hold My Hand’? ‘Freak and Fire’? ‘Jumper Judy’?”I know all of those songs. “Hm. No.”“Shut up. You at least know ‘Yelling From the Bottom of a Hole’.”I laugh. Because I laugh every time I hear the name of that song.“It goes like –“ Amina
Five Years AgoHe noticed the birthday girl from the stage while he and the band played a cover of "Kickstart My Heart". He knew it was her birthday because of the crappy dollar store sash across her front painted with the words "Birthday Girl" scrawled in pink glitter across it.But the sash was soon forgotten when he laid eyes on the rest of her. Long dark hair, a lush garden of waves, tan skin, and holy shit, those curves. She had a body no man could resist.And she was watching him too, sipping on a drink, surrounded by her friends who were all chatting and giggling.She was staring at him.Not a hard feat considering he was the frontman of the band and the bar was so small and their sound was so loud. Still. Her gaze made him so nervous his palms started to sweat and his fingers tickled. He played the rest of the set on the brink, afraid he might mess up the next chord, the next lyric.They closed with "Yelling From the Bottom of a Hole," the one song anyone in this bar might act
RexFour days in this wretched hospital. And I’ve only gotten to see Isabella the one time she walked into my hospital room. I’ve been taking walks around my floor, rolling my IV along with me, hoping I might run into her which is a fruitless endeavor considering I’m in recovery and she spends all her time down in the ER.Still… it’s all I can do right now without begging a nurse or Amina to get her to come back and see me. I already got her there under the guise of saying “thank you”. I haven’t yet come up with another brilliant reason to get her to come back.The thing is, I don’t blame her for keeping her distance. I was hasty and overeager. I thought that’s what made me charming back in the day.Not to mention, the way we left things was definitive. Never again. A relationship lost to time.I can’t account for serendipity, though, can I?I feel a hand on my shoulder. “Hey, hey, hey, slow down, champ.”I shoot an annoyed glare at my manager, Mickey, who has taken Blaise’s place as