Cassie woke to her mother gently shaking her. Her eyes were sore and swollen and glued shut by the salt from the tears she cried herself to sleep with and the last thing she wanted was to wake up. “Cassie, honey,” her mother said softly, “you need to get up. There’s a delivery for you.” Cassie sat up and rubbed her eyes. Her head felt foggy and her body felt sluggish. “Okay mum,” she said and yawned. “I’ll be out in a minute.” Her parents lived in a small single-story house in Nambour, a once bustling cane town that had seen a financial downturn in recent years because of the closure of the town’s sugar mill. Both her parents had steady jobs and lived a comfortable life, but Cassie had always yearned for more. Now she wondered if maybe the heartache wasn’t worth it. She pulled on a robe and stumbled out of the room and down the hall to the combined kitchen and dining area. Sitting on the kitchen table was an enormous box sealed with Ashby Chocolates branded tape. Cassie igno
Cassie lay down on the bed and scrolled through all the missed calls from Brian. He’d left twenty-seven messages and she was getting a notification that her mailbox was full. Damn, he was persistent, but she really couldn’t face hearing his voice right now. She knew if she did then she would cave and she promised herself that she wouldn’t let another guy treat her like crap. Except that Brian hadn’t really…oh forget it. She closed her eyes and willed herself to sleep.It was like déjà vu. Her mother was again waking her up by shaking her. “Cassie, there’s a phone call for you,” her mother said. “I don’t want to talk to him,” Cassie mumbled rolling over and burying her head in the pillows. “Um, I don’t know who you mean, but I think you need to speak with Ellen,” her mother said nervously. Cassie rolled over. “Ellen? My boss Ellen?” Her mother nodded and Cassie dragged herself out of bed again and walked into the kitchen to pick up the phone. The box – carton – of chocolate
Her mother shrugged. “Their marriage didn’t last. I don’t know where they are now.” She sighed. “The point is, I know it hurts right now, but you will get over it and you will find someone else.” Cassie laid her head on her mother’s shoulder. “Thanks, Mum,” she said. “I just need some time.” “I know, honey,” she said. “Take all the time you need, but you do need to get back up on that horse. Don’t walk away from every other good thing in your life just because you got hurt by one of them.”The next two weeks passed like a movie montage for Cassie. She and her mother gradually ate their way through the chocolate hearts, but it wasn’t the only gift Brian sent her. There were flowers and more chocolates from Jonathon and even some tickets for her to fly anywhere in the world with a friend on any Green Aviation plane. Cassie gave the tickets to her parents and encouraged them to take a trip. They’d never done anything spontaneous or as outlandish as an overseas trip in her whole life
In the booth with his four companions, Brian sat heavily. After what felt like years, it was the first time they had all been able to catch up. However, by chance, they happened to be in the same nation at the same moment. The chance was too wonderful to pass up. Lifting his glass, Jonathan remarked, "This is him." "It's better late than never," After toasting the others, Brian took a big swig of his drink. "I apologize, guys. CASA has been bugging me for the past two weeks, and I've just now figured it out." "What caused the issue?" Barry queried. "There was some paperwork lost." "A*sholes," Mason said. Declan added, "Fucking government employees." Gazing around the table, Brian grinned. Each of these four men was a self-made billionaire. After meeting each other in college, the five of them founded Alpha Pi Tau, their own fraternity. Despite the lack of fraternities in Australia, they chose to establish one nonetheless, and their name—Afosíosi, Prospátheia, Tin Evimerí
As someone took a seat next to her, she turned to say hello to Jonathan, but her voice became unintelligible. A thrill shot through her when her bright green eyes met hers. Recalling her initial words to him, Cassie blurted up, "You've got a nice beard." He grinned at her, crinkling his eyes at the sides. "Are you curious about what happens when I kiss you?" he enquired. "Oh my god," she whispered, her eyes flickering shut. Opening to him, she felt his lips brush against hers. His tongue caressed her lips, causing her to tremble at the feeling. He grabbed her head, holding her at just the perfect angle to allow him full access, and wove his palm through her hair at the base of her neck. Her mind hazed over as she sank into him. She'd missed his kisses, God. When he pulled away, his own eyes black with need, he peered down at her. "Talk is necessary," he snarled. She said, "I know," and they grudgingly separated. Cassie drank her vodka as Brian got a beer from the bartend
She took off her shoes, reclined on the carpet, and gazed up at him with hot, focused eyes. His cock stiffened at the sight of her pale complexion and transparent black underwear. He abruptly blurted, "You are so fucking beautiful, Blue," as he stripped and took a seat next to her. He lowered his head and planted a kiss on her lips, slowly discovering it again. She arched into his contact, needing more as his hands stroked her body. Her fingers glided over his hip and up over his back, feeling the muscles in his stomach and chest. "Irish, I've missed you so much," she said. "Shh, none of that now," he muttered. Cassie, have you ever taken body shots? She grinned and shook her head. Show me, she commanded. He smeared salt and licked a line down the middle of her stomach. Next, he poured some shot glass into his hand and held it between her breasts. She giggled as he grabbed the lime and squeezed the juice into her belly button. She was reprimanded by him for grabbing the sh
The four men left sitting at the table after Brian and Cassie left clinked glasses and chuckled. “Brian’s the first one to fall,” Barry said. “No, I think that was you,” Jonathon said. Barry looked towards the door through which Cassie and Brian had left. “I never fell like that,” he said wistfully. “Have you heard from her?” Declan asked before taking a sip of his drink. Barry shook his head. “Nope,” he said, “I don’t expect to either.” Barry Benson. From the outside, he looked like a don’t-mess-with-me corporate shark…which was kind of what he was. He traveled the world buying up failing businesses, stripping them down to only the most profitable pieces, and then selling off those pieces at a major profit to him. He had the Midas touch and had been the first of the five to reach his first billion. He was also gorgeous. Tall – really tall – with wide shoulders, a thick chest, and a tight ass. He had the chiseled jaw and commanding features of a superhero and the bright bl
Barry shrugged. “Just time, I think. I’m a little sick of all the traveling, and living out of a suitcase. With technology the way it is, I don’t really need to be onsite.” “Not me,” Jonathon said. “I still need to spend time in Merveille. Can’t taste chocolate from here.” “And we know Mason never leaves his apartment except to find sustenance,” Declan laughed. “Hey, don’t knock it ’til you’ve tried it,” Mason chimed in. Mason Pressfield was the introverted genius of the group. He developed a video game that garnered a cult following and Black Sheep Software and Games was born. He continued to develop games, but now he had a whole stable full of designers code writers, and technical developers. He was also known as ‘The Phantom’ because he hardly ever showed his face at the high-tech, multi-story building that housed his billion-dollar business. He spent his time holed up in his penthouse apartment developing testing and playing the games his company sold. A lot of the employe
Six Months Later…Everyone he loved was in the room. They were celebrating. Barry and Becky had finally set a date. Lisa and Mason wouldn’t be far behind. Brian and Cassie kept sneaking glances at one another that they thought nobody else noticed. He thought he knew what was going on but he didn’t want to ruin the surprise. It was their news to share and he was happy to wait for them to be ready to share it. Liam and Loretta were here too. He’d been slowly getting to know them. There was a lot of hurt to work through, but they were getting there. Jonathon quite enjoyed having a younger brother even if it was only in small doses at the moment. Devi and Kirra were also there. Kirra was graduating in a couple of weeks and then she would be hopefully attending one of the universities close to home. She wouldn’t know if she got accepted until the new year, but Jonathan was quietly confident that she would get into her top pick. And then there was Emma. Every day with her was
“I know it’s too soon,” he said, cupping her cheek. “But I want you to know that I am in this for good. I want to spend my life with you Emma. I want us to be a family. You, me, Kirra, Devi, Liam, and Loretta—” “Loretta?” “My mum. I want one big, messy family with you and me at the heart of it. Tell me you want that too.” She pressed against him and brushed a kiss on his lips. “I do,” she said before putting the remaining half of the chocolate in her mouth and grinning. The wheel came to a stop and he drew Emma to her feet, moving them both over to the window. The entire city of Melbourne was spread out below them, but it dimmed in comparison to the woman in his arms. “I love you, Emma,” he whispered before kissing her while they stood on top of the world.He took her home. He couldn’t not. They had stuff to work out and a relationship to manage. He had a family to get to know and she had her mother’s illness to navigate and her sister’s final year of sch
He stepped into the pod and waited for the door to close before holding the final box out to her, his mouth dry. She reached for it but he snatched it away, lifting it beyond her reach. “Before I give this to you, I need to explain.” She looked from the box to his face and nodded. “Okay.” The wheel started to move and Jonathon moved them over to sit on a bench. He exhaled roughly. “Okay, so I don’t know how much of this you already know, but how about I just start at the beginning?” She nodded again. “My mother left when I was two. I always believed she left us for a man with money. I’ve recently found out that wasn’t true.” He took a deep breath and her hand rested gently on his chest as she moved closer to him. He took strength from her closeness. “Someone was impersonating me—” “Liam?” He nodded. “Right. Liam. It turns out Liam is my brother. He was trying to draw me out and get me to notice him. He ultimately wanted to meet his father. He didn’t
“Are you looking for this?” the security guy asked, holding out an old-fashioned paper ticket. Emma laughed as she snatched it from him, waving it over her shoulder as she jogged toward the front doors of the building. She slid into the car and Brian looked at her expectantly. “Um…” Emma looked between Brian and Cassie. “I want to say Luna Park, but I don’t think that’s right.” “Why Luna Park?” Cassie asked. Emma held up the ticket in her hand. “We went to a fête in Merveille and rode the Ferris wheel.” “The Melbourne Star,” Brian said, his voice gruff. “Of course!” Cassie cried excitedly, leaning over to give Brian a smacking kiss. “You’re brilliant.” Emma could barely keep still as Brian drove them across town toward the Docklands and the giant observation wheel. As much as she was enjoying herself, she wanted to see him. She had already forgiven him for his lie and now she desperately wanted to ask his forgiveness for her stupid, fearful, erratic
She walked around the corner expecting to see Jonathon outside the patisserie, but there was no one there. She stepped inside breathed in the sweet scent of pastries and chocolate and looked around, hoping to spot him, but he wasn’t there. “Are you Emma?” a lady asked. “Yeah,” Emma said, turning to the woman who sat at a small table with a familiar little box in front of her. “This is for you,” the woman said, standing and walking away. Emma sat and took the box, pulling at the bow and opening it to see another chocolate truffle, this time it had an ’S’ written on top of it in dark chocolate. She didn’t need the little ‘Eat Me’ note to know what to do. She put the truffle on her tongue and closed her eyes. The chocolate coating melted away to leave behind a cake center with the sweet tang of apricot jam. “Sachertorte,” she mumbled to herself as she sighed and opened her eyes. Emma picked up the note that had nestled beside the truffle in the box.The first time we made lov
Dear Emma,The first time we met I wanted to kiss you. I knew I couldn’t. I knew it was stepping across a line both personally and professionally, but still, I couldn’t deny the attraction I felt.Our relationship has had an unconventional start, a bit of a rocky middle, and an absolutely appalling ending, but there were some real high points along the way. Let me remind you of how good it was between us and how good it could be again.Do you remember our first kiss? I don’t think I will ever forget it. I thought I knew what I was getting myself in for when I leaned down to brush my lips across yours, but I was a fool. You were so much more than I ever thought I would ever experience. You took my breath away and I lost a little bit of my heart to you at that moment.If it meant as much to you as it did to me, meet me there at the place where we first kissed.Jonathon.Emma could feel the wetness on her cheeks and she sniffed as she wiped at the tears. “Well?” Cassie asked, rocking o
It was the first Saturday morning Emma could ever remember that had the three of them sitting around the kitchen table eating pancakes and laughing. What would have been a simple, family Saturday morning ritual for some was something out of a fairy tale for Emma. She knew they were a long way from being a happy family, there was still a lot of hurt to navigate and broken trust to overcome, but it was a start and for once in her life, she was willing to just go with it. On this day, Devi was back to the woman she vaguely remembered from before Tom died and Emma wanted to soak it up and memorize it. From pancakes, they’d gone to gardening. Emma shared her plans with Devi and Kirra. She would let the lease go on her flat and move back in here permanently. It meant she would be on hand if Devi needed her and hopefully give some stability for Kirra’s final year of school. After she graduated and went off to uni, Emma could look at what would happen next. They all agreed that if they were
Emma wanted to believe her, but it was tempting to turn away and close her heart off so she couldn’t be hurt again. Except it would hurt anyway. If there was one thing she learned through this whole saga with Jonathon it was that closing your heart off to others was a mistake. You ended up hurting everyone that way, not least of all yourself. She put her arm around Devi and hugged her. “Good for you mum,” she said.Jonathon worked all night and most of the day. He tried calling Emma but when she didn’t pick up or reply to his texts after the first twenty or so, he gave up. What he had to say needed to be said in person anyway. Inspired by the woman he had fallen irrevocably in love with, he had spent the night holed up in his test kitchen creating the perfect set of truffles. Anybody could buy a box of chocolates or a bunch of flowers but only he could create an entire set of truffles that spelled out just how much he loved her and how much she had impacted his life. He had words
Kirra said when Emma finally made it home. Emma had been wandering around the city trying to come to terms with what all this meant for her life going forward. She had made some hard decisions, but she felt like a weight had been lifted off her shoulders. It hadn’t helped with the pain in her chest where her heart was currently crumbling away to dust, but at least she knew that she wasn’t going to end up like her mother just because she had fallen in love. Life was always going to throw her curve balls and she just learned something about herself. Despite her previous belief, she was actually strong enough to withstand them, even swing the bat at them, and make the best out of a bad situation. “Hey, yourself,” she said, sitting at the table opposite Kirra. “Where’s Zoë?” “She had to go and run some errands.” “Where’s mum?” Kirra bit her lip and her eyes teared up. “I don’t know.” “She’s not here?” Emma asked, sitting up straighter and leaning forward. “When I got home, Z