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
*Miles*I woke up to the smell of vanilla in my nostrils and I knew exactly where I was. My arm was draped around her body and her hair was sprawled out all across my chest.I could wake up like this every day.After last night, I knew that there was no way in hell that I was ever going to let this woman go. Dove had me. She was my end, my undoing, and my ruin.I watched her chest rise and fall gently. The sun was barely peaking beyond the large concrete buildings and I knew that it was still early. Which meant that I had enough time to head to the kitchen and prepare some food for her before she woke up.I had no idea when I became the guy who does breakfast in bed but I just knew that I wanted to take care of her in every single way.I carefully detached myself from her and made sure to cover her body with a sheet. Clothes lay scattered on the floor from last night and I couldn’t help but smile. Last night had been nothing short of perfect. The way her body had melded against
*Dove* Sabrina: Just say the word and I will torch his house down. I can even make it look like an accident.Amy: Must you always think of felonies as solutions? I’m shocked you haven’t ended up in jail.I read the messages in the group chat after my shower. The last two days had been a whirlwind of emotions, but I can safely say that I had never been happier in my entire life. I was just so…happy.Dove: I think we can hold out on getting criminal charges onto our records. We don’t need the police after us.Sabrina: What part of I can make it look like an accident don’t you guys get?Sabrina: Anyway, it’s fine. When are you coming back to work, D?Oh yes, there was that little thing that I still needed to address. Work was the last thing on my mind right now. All I wanted to do was just hide in this little bubble that Miles and I had created.Dylan was the last face I wanted to see. After all he had done to me. After all that had been said. I couldn’t see myself working for