*Dove*“She is dying.”Three words that had altered my brain chemistry for what would likely be the rest of my life. I had stood at the end of the bed of my unconscious mother as the doctor told me that she was most likely not going to make it.For weeks I had been telling her to get checked. I had told her that she needed to be seen but she had told me she was fine. I should’ve pushed her further. I should’ve done—“Okay, Miss Andrews,” the personal banker came back into the office with a file in her hand, interrupting my thoughts. “We have looked at your application but it seems we cannot in good conscience allow you to take out this loan.”I blinked at her, my hand gripped the handle of the coffee mug they had given me tighter. My knuckles turned white, my heart clambering hard in my chest as the weight of her words settle over me.“I’m sorry?” I had heard her but I just could not believe what she was telling me.The lady cleared her throat, shifting in her leather chair un
I stared at the man like he was out of his damn mind because surely he had not just said what I thought he had.“I’m sorry,” I laughed, “did you just ask me to marry you?”I expected him to break out into a fit of laughter but his face stayed serious. He just stared at me with those eyes that seemed far too brilliant to be real.“Yes, I did.” He just sat there casually like he was talking about the weather.“You…you…I can’t marry you. I don’t even know you.”“My name is Miles. There, now you know me.”I rolled my eyes, “I think I would need a little more than just your name in order for me to marry you. And you don’t even know me.”“Well, that’s not all the way true.” He leaned forward and placed his hands on his knees. “You seem to be kind and sweet soul, possibly too kind and set for this calloused world. And if I’m being quite frank those kinds of people are far from murderers and con artists. Besides, you have this nervous look in your eyes that makes me believe that you are
No one is staring at you. You are fine. I had to keep reassuring myself that I was fine and no one was staring.I was a married woman. Yesterday I had been drowning in my sorrow and now I was married to a rich man whom I knew nothing about except that he was rich and my mother was going to get the surgery she needed.I closed my car door and rolled the tension out of my shoulders.Today was just another normal day at work. There was no black card in the inner pocket of my bag that was burning a hole through the fake leather. There was no ring on my finger that had a fat jewel that could be seen from Mars.The ring I had bought was modest. Nothing too extravagant and flashy. But the moissanite ring felt like it weighed two tonnes on my finger. I had it in the pocket of my pantsuit the entire time as I walked from my car to the building.Working at Walvern Media was like a dream for me. It wasn’t the best network out there but it was a great starting point for me.As I huddled into
I just stood there staring at my husband.His eyes bored into mine the way they had at the bank that day.He was not supposed to be here. According to him, he was out of the country today. He was meant to be out of the country for the next week. But there he was sitting behind a large glass desk that had the New York skyline as its backdrop. The entire wall behind him was made of only windows. The office was incredibly spacious and luxurious.White leather furniture in the middle of the room. A large and expansive library to the side. I was even sure he had some rare first editions there. The man looked like he liked to read and not the little smutty romance books I had tucked away in my studio apartment.The room smelt like money.Was that even possible? Well, I guess it was considering my husband smelt like this.“Please come in, ladies.” His voice reached my ears, causing a slow shudder to travel down my spine. “I have been looking forward to this interview.”There was someth
*Miles*There were very few things that I enjoyed in life. But getting under my wife’s skin had to be one of my new favorites. I liked watching her get flustered. Her cheeks turned the most adorable pink as she bit down on her lip nervously.“Sorry?” Her voice went up about an octave higher.“Are you single, Dove?” I pressed, loving just how flustered she got.“I…um…” she responded, lifting her left hand to show me the ring that I was dying to get a closer look at. “Married…me…I have husband—man. I mean, I have a husband. Yep, that I do. A whole husband is what I have.”She turned to her friend for help but her friend was far too busy trying to work out what the hell was going on.Poor Dove.“He’s a lucky man.”“Oh yeah.” She laughed awkwardly. “So about going deeper—I mean the questions going deeper. Oh, my God, my foot is in my mouth today. Tell us about your upbringing?”Hmm, I knew this one would come up and I still didn’t want to talk about it. My past was exactly that—my
*Dove*He gave me the key to his house. I stared at the thing for I don’t even know how long. Amy was looking between me and Miles with wide eyes, unable to form words.Finally, she had pieced it all together.“You…and he…what?” There were very few times when Amy was stunned into silence and this was one of them. Her eyes darted between us rapidly and she looked like she was ready to faint. She could not believe her eyes at all.“Yes, Miss Howard. Your lovely friend is married to me.”“She…I…oh, my God.” She turned her head slowly to meet my gaze. “You bitch! You married up.”Of course, leave it to Amy to be so…Amy. She wasn’t shy about speaking her mind and her mouth had no filter.“I’m sorry, I meant… You know what? No, I meant what I just said. You married a billionaire? When? How? Why? And do you have a friend, Mr. Scott?”Miles laughed lightly, the raspy chuckle tickling my core.Well damn, that was a place that had been dormant for quite some time. Who knew all it took w
“How is she today?” I was standing outside my mother’s hospital room. “Have you started her on the new meds?”Dr. Harrison placed a comforting hand on my shoulder and gave it a slight squeeze. “Your mother’s condition has improved and the meds are working. I’m more than sure that after the surgery she will be in much better shape. You don’t need to worry.”“But there is a 30% chance of survival with this kind of procedure and I just…I’m worried. She is the only real family that I have. I don’t have anyone else and if I lose her then—I just need her to be saved.”Dr. Harrison frowned slightly. “I cannot promise you that everything will run smoothly with her operation but I do know that Dr. Carter is the best neurosurgeon in the world. Your mother’s condition is rare but not to Dr. Carter. He has dealt with many of these cases in his career. You are in safe hands here.”I knew he was just trying to comfort me but all it did was just raise my anxiety to new heights. But instead of con
“Just go out there and get dressed,” I muttered, trying to hype myself up.The steam had all gone from the room and I was now beginning to get cold.“Okay.” I stared myself down in the mirror. “Just get out there, get your pajamas, and then get dressed.”Simple. The plan was easy. A simple three-step process that I could easily accomplish if he just wasn’t there. I just needed him to be far away from this place.I rolled my shoulders trying to ready myself for what was to come.I walked to the door and opened it ever so slowly.He wasn’t there.I breathed a sigh of heavy relief and raced to the bed to retrieve the pajamas that had been laid out for me and then raced back to the bathroom and changed. When I was done brushing through my hair, I walked out ready to tuck myself into bed but stopped short when I saw a freshly changed Miles in his chair beside the bed.“Bed time?” he said with a small smile on his face.“Umm, yes—for me. Should you not be in your own room?”“I am i
*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