"Yes, he's been cheating," I respond, making her clench her fists. I fucking hate how much she looks just like Farrow, especially now that she's ready to punch someone. "I will kill him," she states in a growl, "And I'll drag whoever that bitch is." "Bobbie, enough," I stop her, because that's officially too much, "I choose to tell you because you're mature enough to understand, but you're still a kid whether you like it or not." A kid taller and stronger than me, but still. "So, is that why he's been ignoring my texts?" she asks, with a scoff, "I've been texting him nonstop since yesterday and he hasn't responded." "I don't know, but... listen," I get in front of her and grab her arms to keep her there, "He's my husband, he cheated ON ME. He stopped loving ME, not you. He'll always be your dad and I promise, he loves you with his life. You can be mad at him and I hope you are because what he did is fucked up... but he's still your dad, okay? And he's a good one. So, don't
"I-I mean... it's fucking gold, Hope. And diamonds and actual precious stones,” I say as a last attempt to save them. "Fine, we'll pawn them later," she scoffs and rolls her eyes, "But throw your rings to the pile. It's symbolic." "No," I whine. They're also gold, they will probably melt in the fire, "Guys, come on." "Take them off or we'll take them off for you," Rocky adds, taking a menacing step towards me, "I'm not kidding." I don't want to. But seeing how serious my brother is reminds me of the reason he's so angry. Farrow fucked someone else in my house, in my bed, he gave her my robe and left with her. Even if I'm not ready to get over him and I still love him with my whole heart… we're completely done. There is no coming back from that, no matter how much I would want to. "Okay," I finally whisper and I take my rings off, then my necklace. My brother points at the pile. "Do it, mom," Bobbie encourages me, "Throw them."I do it. Hope was right, this is symbolic
I find Rocky on the living room—his and Danny's new room—so I sit next to him on the couch, his new bed. "Farrow will be here at eight," I inform him. My brother's eyes immediately sharpen and he grabs the TV remote to turn it off before just looking at me, waiting for the explanation, "He wants to speak to Bobbie, not me. He wants to explain what's going on and I think he has a right to do it." "He has a right to choke on a dick," he lets out, but takes deep breaths, "Does she even want to talk to him?" "Probably not, but that's her dad," I say, he looks at me as if he doesn't care, "That's going to be her dad forever, she needs to listen to him and then figure out how to proceed. Imagine mom and dad divorced, would you just be okay with never seeing dad again?" "If he cheated on my mom, yeah, I would fuck him up and then tell him to never show his sorry face in our home again," he says without hesitation, but then I remember he's a momma's boy. "Right… what if mom cheated on da
"I didn't know how to say it, Sky," Farrow continues, but I just shake my head and hold onto my sister's arm. I can hear my heartbeats louder than anything else, "And I wish I handled that better, but I didn't know how to handle the pull, the fucking... the need to be with her. Danny, you get it, right? It's impossible to deny anything to your fated mate. Violet wanted to have me as soon as we felt the bond. And I wanted it, too. I wanted to have her more than I've ever wanted anything else." "She doesn't need to hear that," Danny snaps while I'm still losing my fucking mind. My wolf is pushing her pain on top of mine and it's unbearable. But, that girl being his fated mate? That clears all the confusion about his strange behavior and makes everything make sense. Of course he would lose his mind for her. Of course. It’s textbook fated mate behavior. The insta-love, the immediate desire and need for each other, the ‘pull’ he’s talking about. "Keep it together, Sky," Hope growls, l
{ Farrow } This is the last straw. The second Bobbie started acting like a fucking bratty bitch, I realized I have nothing to do in here anymore and there’s absolutely no reason for me to be begging her as if she’s that important in my life? I literally gave her life, she should be begging me. The universe is clearly showing me this is not my place and this is not my people. Bobbie feels disgusted by me? Fine. I feel so fucking done with her. I don’t need her. Or anyone in here. Why would I spend any time trying to make this people understand what's been going on with me? Of course they won't. Sky is their precious little princess that can do no wrong, none of them will ever be on my side. And I don't fucking need them to, so I don't give a shit about their opinions. Before leaving, I try to go upstairs to get some more clothes because I already know I won’t be coming back, but of course that fucker Rocky is behind me. And Danny is following us in silence. "There's nothin
As soon as we wake up the next day, we start fucking again. No questions asked, we just grab each other at the same time. I've been insatiable lately, but Violet is even more insatiable than me, she really can't go more than ten minutes without touching me and begging for my dick. She’s absolute perfection, a fantasy come true. Any man would sacrifice everything to have her, just like I did. And I really want to go to work and tell the guys all about her, brag about my mate, but I haven't been able to go there in… a few days? I don’t know for sure how long it has been. "No, don't go," Violet whines when I try to get out of bed, "Farrow, this is like our fated-bond honeymoon. I need you inside of me at all times... do you want to anger my wolf?" "No. No, of course I don't want that," I respond, allowing her to bring me down to the mattress again. And the second I’m down, she jumps on top of me and I know right there, I'm not leaving this room for nothing and no one, “Okay,
{ Sky } When Nico is sitting in front of me telling me everything he saw in that big, empty house, I’m worried. I know I shouldn't be, but I can't help it. Farrow's training centers are his babies, he loves being there calling the shots and making sure everything goes smoothly. So, how has it been so long since he last stepped foot in his new center, the one he worked so hard for? It makes no sense, he's way too much of a perfectionist to leave everything on Nico's hands, even if he trusts him completely. Also, he hasn't apologized to Bobbie after what happened when he came to the house, a week ago, when he yelled at her. I understand if he's over me—even if it fucking sucks—and I understand his fated mate is more important than me.... but more important than his own daughter? That’s preposterous. I still can't believe he was so rude and hasn't even tried to contact her since then. And now he's falling out with Nico? His best friend, his brother, his business partner, his
Me and Rocky are both hanging out in his bed watching TV and eating junk food while everyone else is working or in school. And right now, with both mom and dad looking at us with those eyes, I feel like I'm ten years old all over again and I almost want to hide my chips, except I remember this is my house and I’m a grown woman. "When were you going to tell us what's been going on?!" My mom demands, with her hands on her hips and her long, white hair up in a crazy ponytail. And she’s wearing her lazy day clothes, so I know they rushed here completely unplanned, "And what is this bed doing in the middle of the living room?! What are you doing here, Rocco? Why is the whole house such a mess?" "This is my and Danny's room, we're sharing a bed and that table over there is my closet, that’s why is messy," Rocky responds, "And, uhm, we're all staying here to make sure Sky doesn't kill herself." "And none of you thought of sharing what was happening?" My dad demands, but he looks very cal
I stand up and get closer to the mirror for a second to make sure there's no more cream on my face before rounding my bed to get to his. Farrow narrows his eyes at me and braces himself when I walk until I'm standing right in front of him. This time, he's forced to look up at me and I quite like how he looks like this. Shirtless, hair messy and a little scared of whatever I'm about to do. "If you think it's so easy to just say no..." I start, feeling like a villain when his eyes get wide like he’s terrified. "Don't do anything crazy right now, Skylar. I'm not a saint..." "Hush, this is a test. If you think saying no is so easy, just say no and send me away," I continue with a naughty smile that I can't help because he looks terribly nervous when I start taking off my old pajamas. Now I'm annoyed I chose to wear them, but the way his eyes fall to my legs when I drop the pants to the floor makes it all worth it.I proceeded with the shirt and then I'm standing in front of my e
I sigh and roll my eyes as Farrow walks away. I hope he keeps that sassy energy all night because if he actually tries something, I'll give in. There's no point in denying it, I'll simply give in. And I’ll do it with a smile on my face. "At some point you'll have to realize you're dragging this. You’re dragging the unavoidable," Rocky says, making me return my eyes to him, "You need him right now, there is clearly a very mutual bond going on here." "Shh!" I let out, looking to make sure Farrow isn't still hanging around, "Shut up!” "Even for Farrow, this amount of sick obsession isn't normal. It's definitely him feeling the bond," Rocky continues, brushing Alex's hair back. The little boy is completely lost on Rocky's phone, not paying attention to us, "And that sort of thing doesn't happen just because, okay? You shouldn't ignore it or it'll just bring a lot of pain to both of you. Resentment looks very ugly on you, sis, let it go." "Easy for you to say," I whisper angril
"He won't be a step dad at all, Farrow. We're only casually dating. Very casually," I finally respond, avoiding looking at him. Farrow huffs and stays there, literally just standing behind and breathing over me for two more minutes until I'm done with the salad, then he walks behind me to the dinning table, "Oh, I forgot the napkins..." When I turn around, Farrow starts walking backwards so he can follow me to the kitchen again. This time, I have to close my eyes and stop a smile from growing. Stop it, Sky. Don’t smile at something so unhealthy and psychotic. This is sick behavior. Codependent behavior, like Rocky said. But... it's the bond, isn’t it? The compatibility bond because of the pregnancy. Farrow feels it too. His wolf feels it. "This is getting ridiculous," I scold him anyway, trying to reach for the napkins, but he grabs them first and then has the audacity to look at me as if he doesn't know what I mean, "You're acting like an anxiously attached pet. You haven't
"Cam is such a lame, isn't he, Bob?" Farrow continues a couple seconds later and his naughty hand falls ‘casually’ on my leg, trying to grab my thigh, but I grab his hand and put it back where it was. "Yeah, now that I think about it, he's kinda lame. And too old for you, Mom," Bobbie mutters, her Switch making noise while Farrow returns his fucking hand to my legs. And this is why I can’t trust this man. He always disrespects my boundaries and he laughs while doing so, making a game out of everything. "And he's not even that cute," Bobbie continues absentmindedly, "Dad is cuter." "Oh, she's so right," Farrow lets out in delight, bringing his hand back and trying to slip it in between my thighs this time. When I give him a warning growl, he gives me an offended look, "I'm just looking for a warm place to keep it. I'm freezing, it's so cold." "Stop," I say anyway. Because even though he's not being sexual, it's making me feel things and I don't need that. Not after the weir
“Mom! Mom, can I buy this?” Bobbie appears in front of me all of a sudden, showing me a make-up kit with a lot of different things. I only blink at her, dazed, “It’s only eighty five dollars and I have the money to buy it myself! You know, the money I took from Dad the other day… oh, hello…” “Hi, Bobbie, it’s good to see you again,” Cam says and points to the lady in front of us, “This is my mom, Lucy.” “Hi, Ma’am,” Bobbie says politely and Lucy gives her a warm smile, “It’s good to see you too, Mr Randall. Uhm… Mom, are you done here? The guy is waiting for me to pay but I didn’t actually bring my money, so you have to pay for it right now and I’ll pay you back once we’re home. I promise I’ll actually pay you this time.” She’s being frantic and little rude, but she is giving me the out I need. I’ll gladly take it. “Alright. Go back to the stand, I’m right behind you,” I say and once she leaves, I turn to Lucy again, “I’m sorry, I have to leave. It was so nice to meet you, Luc
{ Sky } When Farrow comes back to the table with a smile on his face, I relax on my seat because I know whatever is going on with Bobbie is not going to be that bad. "She's okay, she'll come back soon," he says and returns to my side, instantly stealing my spoon to take a huge bite of our cake, "I told her about the ‘spoiling her’ pact, but don't tell her I told you I told her." I roll my eyes and nod, more than used to his useless secrecy when it comes to me and Bobbie. It’s useless because me and Bobbie tell each other everything. Just like they do when they’re alone. And just like me and Farrow do when we’re alone, so I don’t know why anyone even bothers. A couple of minutes later, Bobbie comes back to the table with her head held high and I can tell she’s been crying, but I don’t say anything as she returns to her seat next to Henry and whispers something to him. But once the kids have had their dessert as well, I tell Henry to stay with Farrow as he pays so I can have
"That sounds like a solid plan. I'll live at home for another year and a half to help you with the twins, but then I'm totally moving out. Once you feel like you have it all handled on your own and no longer need me, I’m out… let's shake on it to make it official," I offer her my hand. She grabs it, sealing her fate, "You can't take it back now.” "Alright... but you're way too happy about it," she murmurs with narrowed eyes, "I got carried away last night, but that's not going to happen again, okay? Not ever." "Never, I promise," I lie with a smile on my face but I think she knows I don't mean it because she hits my stomach, smiling too. And since it doesn't look like Bobbie is going to come back anytime soon, I guess we’ll have to stay a bit longer, “Do you want dessert?“ “Yes,” she responds instantly, “Do you want to share the lava cake with me?” “Obviously, friend,” I respond with a smile. We’ve been sharing the lava cake for almost two decades, she doesn’t even have to ask
When we get our food, Bobbie looks at the triple decker longingly, but that's what she gets for being fake and dumb about food when I’m sure Henry wouldn’t think twice about what she’s eating. Still, she's happily chatting with the boy about their friends at school, homework, her being grounded and the nintendo switch the boy wants to buy. It's very boring, but still annoyingly cute. So I start to think this is the perfect moment to let Bobbie know she's about to be a big sister, because she’s in a good mood. I have no idea how she's going to react. Not too long ago, back when she was still a sweet baby girl, she was very jealous. Any time there was another kid around and we paid attention to them, she would throw tantrums. Of course, she's changed now, so she might not care. Or she might care a lot, we don't know. Still, having Henry here was a good idea, Bobbie will definitely behave herself a lot better with him around. "So, Bobbie... we have something to tell you," I
"So, when are we telling her? Before or after we eat?" I ask, face to face with Sky. I can tell she wants to wrap her legs around me like she normally would, except we're in public (and just friends, supposedly) so she stays like that, with her feet dangling on the air, and just puts her arms around my neck. She's so close to me, all I can think about is how much I want to fucking kiss her again. "I think later, I'm starving," she says and I start walking to the restaurant, "Just let me do most of the talking, yeah? And don't be rude to the boy." "I won't be. His mom is a nice lady, so I guess he can't be that bad," I murmur, making Sky move away to give me a surprised look, "That doesn't mean I suddenly like him. Just that maybe he's not that bad. Maybe." "Okay, that’s good enough," she says and just lets me carry her inside. When I walk past the bar, I see Moe there, cleaning the counters. I greet him, making Sky turn her head to him as well, "Hi, Moe!" "Hey, kids. I haven