After my visit to the hospital, all I wanted to do was get home and hold my husband in my arms. My mother was completely fine but my heart felt worn out. I had been with her through her sickness from day one and I was exhausted.No one ever talked about what it was like to be a caregiver to a chronically ill patient. It was a lot on them but then there was also a lot on you. It was like you carried their pain with you. Every new scar that marked their body was branded onto your heart. Every painful test and treatment became your burden too.Before my mother got sick, I thought that I knew pain, but that was a lie. There was nothing more painful than watching the person that you love in the whole entire world suffering and you are powerless to ease their pain.The elevator doors dinged open and I stepped into the penthouse only to be greeted by large arms coming around my small frame.“Oh.” I laughed, dropping my handbag and circling my arms around him. “What is this for?”Miles pu
“He did what?” Sabrina squeezed her ketchup and some of the contents spilled out onto her hand. “I swear I am going to kill that asshole. Just say the word D and I will have him buried somewhere siz feet deep.”After being in my bubble with Miles I had decided to finally resurface at work. It was strange being back after I had been so lost in him the past few days that coming back here was a huge reality check for me.“You need to go to the police.” Amy stabbed her salad looking angry. “He can’t get away with things like that.”I shook my head. “I just want to put California behind me. I don’t want to think about it or talk about it or even be reminded of it. I just want to move on.”“Fuck that, I can’t move on. The man planned to have you sexually assaulted, Dove, and also got you wasted. I am going to kill him. I won’t tell you two when or how because you can’t be labeled as accomplices.”“You cannot murder someone, Brina.” Amy is always the voice of reason. One would think that
*Miles* I stared down at the necklace options that had been brought to my office. Dove was not one for gifts even though I knew she loved them. She didn’t like people spending copious amounts on her, but I didn’t care. I was a billionaire. What was the point of all this money if I couldn’t spend it on the woman I loved?I picked up the diamond tennis bracelet and analyzed it. I had opted to get a simple one and an extravagant one that she could wear on special occasions. She was a Scott and the public would expect nothing less than diamonds and platinum adoring her neck and ears.I knew that she would be too shy to start her own jewelry collection, but I was more than happy to start her off. She deserved nothing but the very best in this life.I placed the tennis bracelet down and then picked up the tear-drop yellow diamond necklace that I had sourced from a jeweler in Paris. There were only three yellow diamond necklaces in the world. My mother had owned one and now my wife wou
*Miles*With a heavy sigh, I pushed open the car door beside me and stepped out. I rolled my head from side to side to alleviate the tension building between the base of my neck and shoulder blades, but it did nothing but only make them tenser.The confrontation with Dylan didn’t go the way I had thought it would. When he showed me the images of my little birdie from the night she was assaulted… I just about damn near lost my mind. My vision had turned red and I was afraid of what I would do to my asshole nephew. But thankfully, I managed to reel in my rage, only choosing some choice words for him as a reminder not to fuck with me. My steps echoed in my ears as I walked across the parking garage toward the elevators. The loud music blasting inside the confined space is doing nothing to help the pulsing headache forming at my temples. All I want to do is get upstairs and hold my wife. It’s been a long ass fucking day. Once inside the apartment, the smell of roasted veg
*Dove*I feel like I’m on top of the world. After the small disagreement with Miles last night about my employment status and getting eaten out on the dining table by a starved man, we had a lovely dinner and talked about our plans to one day go to Paris. It was a reminder that this is my life now. I’m Miles Scott’s wife. It’s a sentence I never thought I would say. In a matter of months, I went from living in a shitty apartment and not having enough money to pay for my mother’s hospital bills to living in a penthouse apartment that is nicer and bigger than any house I have lived in and having my mother taken care of. It’s not something I ever thought would happen in my wildest dreams. But I’m glad it did.As much as I would prefer to pay for my mother’s bills because I don’t want to feel like Miles is giving me handouts, I understand that he just wants to help and I need to push my pride to the side for one moment. If I want the best treatment for the woman who raised me by
*Miles*A sigh fell from my lips the moment I hung up with Dove. Leaning back in my chair, I spun around to face the New York City skyline my office overlooked from the top floor. My eyes moved across the shadows of the buildings and the tiny ants that were people walking along the sidewalk, heading to whatever destination they needed to. What the fuck am I going to do about Dylan? He’s becoming more of a problem than I would like. He clearly didn’t take my threat seriously from last night if he was still harassing Dove at work just now. Running a hand through my hair, I spun back to face my desk and pressed the button that linked the phone on my desk with Jennifer outside my office doors. “Jen, can you come in here please?”I folded my hands on the edge of my desk while waiting for Jen to enter. Moments later, the door swung open and she stepped into the room. “Is everything okay?”“Can you do me a favor?” I asked.She nodded, her eyes focused on me as she folded h
*Dove*My eyes fluttered open to see Miles’s head resting on my bare stomach with the early morning light streaming in through the curtains and his arm wrapped around my hips. As my eyes adjusted to the light, I could see how peaceful he looked. I watched as he breathed softly through his slightly parted lips.I’ll never get used to the fact that this was my life now and he was my husband. I wanted to think that I was having some kind of fever dream, but when Miles groaned and tightened his grip around me, I knew that this was reality. My reality. And I couldn’t be more grateful.I smiled to myself as I ran my fingers through his soft strands of hair. They tickled the exposed skin, but I did my best to remain still. I didn’t want to wake him.I didn’t know how long I had been lying here running my hands through his hair before I heard a raspy voice pierce my ears.“How long are you going to stare at me for?”My hand stilled in his hair as my teeth captured my bottom l
*Miles*It would be an understatement to say it was hard to get out of bed this morning and wave goodbye to Dove as she left for work. After our relaxing day at home just soaking up the feeling of being in each other’s company, and, of course, taking my stunning wife any chance I could, makes it hard to be sitting at my desk right now. I leaned forward to wrap my hands around the steamy takeout cup of coffee I grabbed on my way to the office and spun in my chair to overlook the New York City skyline. It’s dark and gloomy again today as raindrops slide down the large panels of glass windows. I would rather be at home wrapped up in my wife than sitting here knowing I have a full day of meetings. I’ve gotten so used to having her in my life that now I can’t picture my future without her. What started as a fake marriage to get my grandfather off my back turned into something I never expected in my wildest dreams.It seems everything does happen for a reason.A sudden knock