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
*Miles* After I had typed that message to her I had called my pilot and to be ready to take off within the hour. I hopped off my bed and started packing my clothes into the suitcase. It was all short notice but I needed to be back with my wife.These past few days had been torture. I had wanted to bring her on this event. I wanted this chance to show her off to the world the way she deserved to be, but instead I had flown all the way here alone. I had been tossing and turning in ,y be alone wondering what she was doing. Tony had found me insufferable to say the least because I strictly communicated through grunts and frowns. My mind was too wrapped up in Dove who was likely thinking of divorce—well, after the message she sent me I saw a glimmer of hope. She missed me and that was good enough for me. Milan was fine—note my sarcasm—but I needed to head back to my wife and I had about an 8 hour journey back to New York.Tony walked into the room looking like was on the brink of
*Dove* “Hey, birdie.” His voice reached my ears like a sweet harmony. “I missed you.”Miles's hand cupped the side of my face, my dream feeling so real. I leaned into his warmth and closed my eyes, relishing the touch.I missed him far more than I had let myself realize.I placed my hand on top of his, our fingers threading together.“Dove, open your eyes.” His voice was soft and comforting. It reached deep into the crevasse of my chest and stroked my heart gently.Oh how I had missed hearing it. Wait.This all felt far too real to be just a dream. I blinked my eyes open, the world becoming a little more clearer as the sleep melted from my eyes.“Are you real?” My hand lifted tentatively as if I were scared—in truth I worried that he wasn’t real and the moment I touched his skin he would disappear into thin air. My fingertips brushed the edge of his sharp jaw, his ocean eyes filling with..relief at the contact. I pressed my fingers down and cupped the side of his face fe
Our tongues fought against each other, and our hands clawed at each other like uncaged animals. Every kiss and touch felt like a new mark on our story—the story we had decided today would begin for real. There were no false pretenses, no inks on papers. This was just me and him.We fought for dominance, neither one of us wanting to yield.We ripped our lips apart, our lungs gasping for air. Our foreheads leaned against each other, our bodies heating with the kind of heat that had been subdued for months now.“Take me to bed, Miles.”He didn’t need to be told twice. He picked me up in his arms and led us to our room. Layer by layer we removed our clothing until there was nothing but skin left between us. He hovered over me, his eyes boring into mine like he was a starved man and I was food on a silver platter. The desire in his eyes filled me with a scorching heat that had me writhing beneath him. With his hard cock in his hand, he ran the crown through my slick folds. Just a little