*Dove* My head was pounding like a bitch.I was never drinking again. Those fruity drinks had been devil juice sent straight from hell.I groaned, rubbing the side of my head, trying to soothe the pounding. The last thing I remembered was leaving the restaurant with Dylan and—My eyes snapped open and I sat up in a very large bed. My hands patted my body and I sighed with great relief when I felt clothes. But then the relief was short-lived when I realized that I was in nothing but a long shirt that looked more like a dress on me.“No, no, no…” What had happened to me? I tried to rack my brain trying to think back to last night but I was coming up blank. Dread and panic seeped into my body as I kept coming up blank.I wasn’t in my hotel. This room was much larger than what I had checked into and from the view alone I knew that I was not in downtown LA.“I need to get out of here.” The first place I would head to was the police station. Those idiots were going to pay for what
*Sylvia* I stabbed my lettuce as I looked at the new article. I don’t know how long I had been sitting here just seething at the sight of her annoying little face. How had she managed all of this? And then she had the audacity to come to my house and act like I had betrayed her by getting engaged to Dylan?That bitch.How had she managed to bag my fiancé’s fucking uncle? Everyone knew who Miles Scott was and if they didn’t they were probably lying. He was the most sought-after man in America let alone New York. Everyone wanted a piece of him and somehow my annoying big sister had nabbed him.“How did she do it?” I was staring at a picture of the two of them boarding his private jet—the family private jet that I had asked Dylan to acquire for our destination wedding. “How did you manage to bag a billionaire? Surely you have dirt on him or something. I wouldn’t put it past you, Dove.”My sister had a knack for worming her way into people’s lives and sinking her talons in. She had
*Dove* We had been avoiding each other. Okay, let me rephrase that. I had been avoiding Miles like the plague. But in my defense, how did one talk to their fake husband about their very real kiss? There was no guideline on how to handle something like this. I was quite literally on my own here.I was even yet to tell Sabrina and Amy. They had been hounding me after the pictures leaked of Miles and me.I was mortified.Not only did I have old high school bullies coming out of the woodwork claiming that they always loved me, but I had my own stepmother sending me good morning texts.The world of the rich and famous was overwhelming and exhausting.We had been back home for three days from LA and already I could not leave the penthouse without being hounded with cameras. Miles had told me that it would all die down in a few weeks but I didn’t know if I could last those few weeks.And don’t even get me started on the work issue. We were yet to resolve that whole dilemma and I did
They were related.As if my world wasn’t already chaotic and complicated enough now I had to deal with all this. It was like I was living in some of kind of sick and twisted simulation and whoever was controlling it was getting off on seeing me suffer. There was no other explanation. My husband and ex-boyfriend were uncle and nephew and I…oh, my God. This was the worst thing that could have possibly happened right now.Why had he not mentioned it before? But then again he had never seen Dylan’s face and I had never shown it to him. Maybe if I had shown him he would have told me then but I was not fully convinced.I thought back to the day that Dylan had come to me with venom in his words and told me that I was married. Had he known then? Had he plotted that little scheme with that director because that was his revenge and he thought I was trying to one up with him by being with his uncle?Now his rage made sense to me. It was all falling into place. Dylan never reacted without ca
I got lost in him. The kiss consumed me the moment his lips made contact with mine. For the briefest of moments, I indulged him. I melted into his touch and allowed his kiss to consume me. But as quickly as the bliss came the reality of why I had bolted hit me like a bus.I pushed his chest hard, forcing us apart. Miles’s eyes went wide, and my lips were swollen from his touch.“You can’t do that.” My voice came out rougher than I had anticipated. “You can’t kiss me anymore, Miles. This is ending…it needs to end.”“No.” His eyes were hard and his jaw locked in place.“No? Did you not just hear what I told you? Dylan is your nephew. Your. Nephew.” I was still having a hard time wrapping my head around that fact too. “We can’t be together.”“Says who?”Was he serious right now?“I know this all messed up right now but—fuck.” He looked to the side and I could hear Thomas and his grandfather speaking. “Come with me.”He grabbed my hand and led me to the back porch and all the way d
Nervous would be an understatement for all the emotions that were currently flowing through my body.Miles wanted to give me time to think. But what was there to think about? We didn’t make logical sense. I had told him this and he knew how I felt.I let out a heavy sigh and leaned my head against the cool mirror in the elevator. After Arthur had dropped me off I waited outside for at least twenty minutes contemplating if I wanted to go in or not. I had told Miles that I needed to go back to work. But now that I was here and realized what I was coming to face, I already felt exhausted.The doors dinged open to reveal both my friends standing with matching looks of worry. I had told them everything over the phone last night when I had been seconds away from a mental breakdown.I looked between the two of them and just like that the tears pricked my eyes, threatening to leak from my lids.Amy opened her arms and I moved into them. “Oh honey, I’m so sorry.”“I swear I am going to ki
*Miles* I sat in my wheelchair in front of the large audience with the award in hand that I had received once before. I could see the various faces I knew all too well from the rather small circle of high society. They were all still bewildered that I could walk. My little rouse had come to an end and I was showing some of the cards that I had held tightly to my chest.I didn’t want to be here but it was part of my schedule that I just couldn’t get out of it.“Thank you for this.” I raised the small sphere in the air. “I don’t have much to say apart from thank you to my wonderful wife, Dove.” I heard the low rumblings of whispers but I still carried on. “You make me a better man. You brought light into my dark world and I will forever be eternally grateful to you and our union.”I stepped away from the microphone and turned to walk off the stage. The cheers that erupted in the neatly decorated ballroom were magnanimous. But I knew better than to believe any of them. They were al
*Dove* The seconds felt like hours and the days felt like years. It was only three days away from him and I felt like I was suffering. Though I would never admit it to him.For the most part, Dylan had left me alone. He would send me the occasional death glare from time to time but other than that he left me alone which I was grateful for because I was not at all in the mood to deal with him.I had too much on my plate already.I walked into my mother’s room trying to mask my unease with happiness so she didn’t see that I was actually borderline depressed.“Hey, baby,” she smiled weakly.She looked better today than she had the last few weeks. There was a little bit of color in her cheeks and she had gained a bit of the weight that she had lost.“Hey, Mom.” I came to sit by her side. I took her small hand in mine and kissed the back of it. “How are you feeling?”“Like a strong gust of wind could take me down.”“Mom,” I chided, “be serious with me here.”“Come on, Dove. If
*Dove*It’s been a week since the night Dylan apologized for the way he treated me after my assault and the things he has done since. True to his word, he has changed his ways. He is no longer belittling me or making me complete stupid tasks at work. He has treated me like every other employee and that’s all I could have ever asked for. I don’t want him to give me special treatment now that he’s admitted to his wrongs—I just want him to treat me like everyone else.Miles and I have grown closer this past week—if that’s even possible as a married couple. It just feels like everything is falling into place with us now. We have our routine that we do each day—we eat dinner together, have a drink, and then watch a movie if we’re not trying to rip each other’s clothes off. I know we’re still in our honeymoon phase, but God I hope this feeling of excitement whenever he’s around and the need to be near him at all times never fades. I’m so in love with this man and I couldn’t be luck
*Dove*When I step into the penthouse, the aroma of spices hits my sinuses. I smile when I hear Miles curse from the kitchen. I shake my head and drop my handbag by the front door. What is this man up to?I pad along the floorboards until I reach the kitchen where I find Miles hovering over the stovetop with his back to me. Deciding I want to enjoy this moment of my husband cooking me dinner, I lean against the wall and fold my arms over my chest. He’s still wearing a black button-down from work but he has the sleeves rolled up to his elbows, showing the thick veins lining his forearms.God, I hope he has a few buttons undone. It drives me crazy when he wears his shirt like that.His hair is a mess atop his head, likely from the stress of trying to cook dinner before I got home. Talking to Dylan downstairs just now gave him some extra time to finish up, but it seems something is going wrong if he’s cursing loud enough for me to hear across the penthouse. “Is everything
*Dove*After a long day of work, I couldn’t be more excited to get home to my husband to see what he plans on doing with me tonight. The tips of my fingers are tingling with excitement as I grip the steering wheel tight, getting lost in thought about what tonight could potentially lead to. I’m glad I was able to sit down with Amy and Sabrina to let them know everything in my life is back on track. I needed it, and if it weren’t for their support, I would’ve been a mess waiting for Miles to reach out to me after he stormed out of the penthouse. I couldn’t thank my best friends enough. However, I’m still a little on edge after the odd interaction I had with Dylan this afternoon. He is not one to back down or give in easily, so the fact that he willingly walked away when I told him I wasn’t able to talk to him is a little concerning. I couldn’t read his features because they were stoic, so I wasn’t able to try and get an understanding of what could be going through his mind.
*Dove*Walking into work this morning, I feel like a weight has been lifted off my shoulders. Last night with Miles went well. After he ate me out until my brain felt like it was going to explode and then proceeded to remind me just how much he loves me by fucking me until I almost blacked out, we lay in bed and discussed what happened further.He apologized repeatedly for overreacting, and I had to reassure him every time that I forgave him. We all make mistakes, and Miles is the type of person who chooses to run from his problems instead of facing them head-on. It’s something he has agreed to work on, which I’m grateful for. The last thing I want is another misunderstanding like that.When we woke up this morning, he had cooked me breakfast in bed with the promise of repeating what we did the night before. It was safe to say my cheeks were red the entire morning. I’ll never not blush when it comes to my husband and his way with words. I’m just grateful that we sorted eve
*Dove*By the time the taxi drops me back at the penthouse and I say goodbye to Amy and Sabrina, I’m brimming with anger. I can’t believe Miles would go to a bar with his assistant after ignoring me for twenty-four hours, then spot me across the room, and still make no move to come and talk to me. Granted, discussing such a topic at a bar might not be the most appropriate location, but still.I had to hold Amy back from walking across the room and giving my husband a piece of her mind. As much as I love her for wanting to stick up for me, this is a battle I have to fight on my own. I kick my shoes off by the front door and march toward the kitchen, not even bothering to turn on the lights—the city skyline provides enough light. I need something to help with the anger burning in my chest, so I think pouring wine into the largest glass I can find will do the trick. Once my glass is full, I walk to the couch and plop down. Taking a large gulp, I watch water droplets race down th
*Dove*I feel like a zombie walking into the office this morning. My shoulders are tense, my brain is foggy, and I think I’m wearing mismatched socks. I barely got any sleep last night after Miles stormed out of the penthouse after his little blow-up. Over what? I’m still trying to figure that one out.His overreaction to the conversation I had with my mom yesterday is still a mystery to me. Why the hell would he think I was planning to leave him after a simple warning? My mom never said the words, “Leave him.” She just wants me to be careful, and while I understand her concerns, it’s not enough for me to leave my husband for fear that he might one day hurt me. Miles isn’t like that.I tried to call and text him multiple times throughout the night. At first, the phone would ring out, but eventually, it just went straight to voicemail, as if my calling him to find out if he was okay was annoying him. I was upset to begin with because he had left me alone without providing any i
*Miles*The front door to the quiet apartment swings open violently from the force of my pushing it. The doorknob collides with the wall behind it, but I’m too angry to care whether it put a dent in the plaster or not. The apartment is illuminated by the lights of New York City’s skyline streaming in through the open windows I didn’t bother to close the last time I was here.I can’t even remember how long ago that was. Slamming the door closed behind me, I don’t bother switching on the main light in the living room. Instead, I stalk across the large space with my hands balled into fists at my side. I need a fucking drink so bad. The anger brimming beneath the surface is desperate for the rich liquid to relax it. And I would be lying if I said I didn’t feel the same. When I open the door to the liquor cabinet, I’m pleased to see the expensive bottle of whiskey I bought when I first bought the place where I left it, catching dust. Wrapping my hand around the neck, I pull it
*Dove*My hands grip the steering wheel tightly as I drive along the highway. The headlights from the oncoming cars blind me momentarily, but I barely notice them because I feel as though I’m on autopilot, just going through the motions. Since leaving the hospital twenty minutes ago, my mom’s words have been replaying in my mind over and over again, like a broken down record that won’t stop fucking spinning.I understand her concerns when it comes to Miles, especially because he is a powerful man with lots of money and our marriage is still only new. But I trust him with my life. I couldn’t fathom him doing to me what my father did to my mom. My father did a shitty thing leaving me and my mom when we needed him most, but Miles isn’t anything like him. He’s caring, loving, attentive, and above all, so fucking kind. My mom has nothing to worry about because I’m not worried. When I’m with Miles, I feel like the only girl in the world, especially when he looks at me like I’m
*Dove*The drive to the hospital from my work takes a little longer with the after-work rush hour traffic. New York City is a pain in the ass to drive in. The honking from taxis was excessive and the amount of pedestrians I had to slam on my brakes to avoid hitting because they walked out in front of me was too much to keep count of. Everyone just always seems to be in a rush to get somewhere. I don’t share that mentality, however. I’m more than happy to take my time because I know I’ll get to my destination eventually. I wished everyone in this damn city thought the same way.Driving through the packed parking garages next to the hospital, I manage to snag a space, bringing my car to a park. I heave a deep breath and look down at my watch. I have time for a quick visit with my mom before I head home to have dinner with my husband.I decided that after the bombshell Dylan dropped on me today about the photos that were taken the night of my assault, I knew I had to see my m