APRIL The chocolate isle was beckoning to me as it always did when I walked into the grocery store. I came here to grab some snacks since Nick was at a meeting with his dad. I encouraged him to get involved with the family business since he took a semester off school on my behalf, and he’s been doing really great so far. Thinking back to the sacrifices he’s made to my life a little brighter even when it should be filled with nothing but gloom brought a smile to my face. “All I need to add some sugary goodness to the excitement I feel is a big box of ma—”My speech was cut short when I turned into the next isle and immediately bumped into a hard chest that made me a little dizzy. I pressed a palm over my forehead and looked up, only to stagger backwards in awe. “Xander? Oh my goodness,” I found myself exclaiming and jumping towards him to wrap my arms around him in a hug. There wasn’t a bone in my body that wasn’t overjoyed to see him back to his usual self instead of the pitifu
APRILXander had just asked me out on a date for the first time ever and I was completely frozen in shock. He’d become a man I never knew could exist because of who he'd been when we first met. Each time he did something sweet, shared someo thing personal, showed some vulnerability, or was willingly truthful with me, I couldn’t help but be stunned. And right now, my shock was at the very peak after being asked on a date by him. Part of me wanted to freeze the moment and keep it forever, and another part of me was warning me against being roped into his arms again after what happened the last time. I never wanted to be the reason that any of the guys would get hurt again. It would tear me apart so badly, especially since they were all magically tolerable and sweet to me.But Xander’s eyes were so full of hope as he waited for my response and I couldn’t bear to crush that hope. I was unable to keep him company in the hospital and I hadn’t even known that he’d been discharged for day
APRIL“How did you think of this?” I asked him as he helped me out of the car and shut the door behind me. He looked back at me like I was the most intriguing being he’d ever come across and then he broke into a genuine smile.“Let’s just have a good time, don’t worry about all that,” he leaned in and kissed my cheek and warmth spread throughout my entire body at how good it felt. Even though I wanted to bombard him with more questions, the lingering feeling of that peck made me nod and simply tighten out intertwined fingers as we walked into the paintball arena. “Mr. Davenport, we’ve been expecting you, everything’s set up for you and your lovely date, please follow me,” the man who I’d known to be the manager told him, and seeing how much older he looked made me realize how long it had been since I visited. “Sure, thank you,” Xander said politely and we trailed behind him. When we finally got into the private arena, I was completely blown away. As a kid, I’d always wondered wha
BROOKEA woman’s wedding day was meant to be the happiest day of her life, but my mom was easily making mine one of the worst and most nerve wracking days of my life. “Fat,” she poked at my barely existent stomach through my dress, “fatter,” she poked at my arms, “and hideously fat,” she poked at my neck. I’d practically starved for the two weeks since the wedding was announced so she wouldn’t nitpick at my weight today, but obviously there was no pleasing her so I should’ve just eaten as much as I wanted to. “Did you even make any effort to get into shape for your wedding? I had the most beautiful dress made for you from across the world and you have the effrontery to wear it over an overweight body?” she looked me over with contempt and huffed, “how disrespectful.”“I’m… I’m sorry, mother,” I muttered, knowing that anything other than an apology would likely be met with a slap or an even worse degrading punishment. She looked at me, then rolled her eyes as she gave a ridiculous
ACE“There’s still ample time to walk into that hall and tell everyone that the wedding isn’t holding,” I announced as soon as the door of my dressing room was pushed open. All I needed to know who had walked in was a scent and I’d easily picked his scent up from miles away. “There’s even more time for you to shut that wide mouth of yours, man up, and stop whining like a child,” my father shot back as he closed the door behind him.I laughed at his failed attempt to take a jab at my ego and maturity. With the kind of brutally honest friends I’d grown up with, it wasn’t that easy to poke at my self worth.“How exactly am I supposed to stop whining like a child when you won’t stop treating me like one?” I asked, fondling with the tie the designer had knotted an hour ago that was now seconds away from suffocating me. “I’m treating you like a child? That’s fucking laughable, because all I’m doing is trying to help you keep your life on track before you get yourself foolishly killed,” h
ACEI’d been waiting for that question from the second I walked into the hall, so anxiously that I didn’t even realized I’d yelled out my response. It was the hundreds of eyes focused on me that made me realized I’d been the one who said, “Yes.”My dad was clearly livid, and at the same time, he looked like he’d seen a ghost as he stared at me in complete and utter shock. My mom on the other hand seemed more interested in covering her face from being captured by the spinning National TV cameras. But neither of their reactions was any of my concern, nor was their discomfort. When I was on the other end of the coin, pleading and trying to reason with them to call off the engagement, they didn’t care about my feelings either. It was only fair for them to turn the other cheek now that the ball was in my court, where it belonged. “Wha… What the hell, Ace?” Brooke whispered shakily, trembling far more than she was during the procession, like everything was riding on the wedding happenin
APRIL I’d been grumpier than the grinch since I woke up. I made sure I was in bed early the night before, I even chomped down some melatonin gummies to get a good night’s sleep, but I kept waking up at night and when morning finally came, I had a blinding headache that I knew would accompany for the rest of the day. Nick hadn’t spent the night at home because he had to handle a shipment for his father’s newest establishment that arrived pretty late, but I woke up to the sweet scent of breakfast and his adorable face smiling at me. That only managed to keep a smile on my face for a few seconds, and then my mood was back to being absolute shit. Even Nick’s delivery of Mickey Mouse shaped pancakes in bed with a steaming cup of hot chocolate didn’t do anything to raise my spirits. In fact, with every minute that passed, my mood tanked terribly. I barely ate breakfast and I just ended up telling Nick that I had a huge dinner last night and that’s why I couldn’t eat more, but he clea
BROOKEEvery single breath I took was more overwhelming than the last. It was all too much. The world around me was spinning and I just remained frozen to a spot at the altar while staring down at the ring on my finger. Being a jilted bride was one of the worst things that could ever happen to a woman and I still couldn’t believe that it had just happened to me. Nothing about Ace’s actions made sense to me and I still wasn’t able to wrap my head around it. When he mentioned that he was putting an end to the wedding so that we could both have the luxury of being in a love marriage, it sounded like nothing short of gibberish to me. Ever since I was a little girl, my mother had imbibed the belief that marriage was nothing but a means to an end in me. And that end wasn’t living happily ever after or being in love. No, the point of it was to elevate your status and fatten your wallet. Why couldn’t Ace accept that that’s how things worked amongst people in our social status? Why couldn
BROOKEEvery single breath I took was more overwhelming than the last. It was all too much. The world around me was spinning and I just remained frozen to a spot at the altar while staring down at the ring on my finger. Being a jilted bride was one of the worst things that could ever happen to a woman and I still couldn’t believe that it had just happened to me. Nothing about Ace’s actions made sense to me and I still wasn’t able to wrap my head around it. When he mentioned that he was putting an end to the wedding so that we could both have the luxury of being in a love marriage, it sounded like nothing short of gibberish to me. Ever since I was a little girl, my mother had imbibed the belief that marriage was nothing but a means to an end in me. And that end wasn’t living happily ever after or being in love. No, the point of it was to elevate your status and fatten your wallet. Why couldn’t Ace accept that that’s how things worked amongst people in our social status? Why couldn
APRIL I’d been grumpier than the grinch since I woke up. I made sure I was in bed early the night before, I even chomped down some melatonin gummies to get a good night’s sleep, but I kept waking up at night and when morning finally came, I had a blinding headache that I knew would accompany for the rest of the day. Nick hadn’t spent the night at home because he had to handle a shipment for his father’s newest establishment that arrived pretty late, but I woke up to the sweet scent of breakfast and his adorable face smiling at me. That only managed to keep a smile on my face for a few seconds, and then my mood was back to being absolute shit. Even Nick’s delivery of Mickey Mouse shaped pancakes in bed with a steaming cup of hot chocolate didn’t do anything to raise my spirits. In fact, with every minute that passed, my mood tanked terribly. I barely ate breakfast and I just ended up telling Nick that I had a huge dinner last night and that’s why I couldn’t eat more, but he clea
ACEI’d been waiting for that question from the second I walked into the hall, so anxiously that I didn’t even realized I’d yelled out my response. It was the hundreds of eyes focused on me that made me realized I’d been the one who said, “Yes.”My dad was clearly livid, and at the same time, he looked like he’d seen a ghost as he stared at me in complete and utter shock. My mom on the other hand seemed more interested in covering her face from being captured by the spinning National TV cameras. But neither of their reactions was any of my concern, nor was their discomfort. When I was on the other end of the coin, pleading and trying to reason with them to call off the engagement, they didn’t care about my feelings either. It was only fair for them to turn the other cheek now that the ball was in my court, where it belonged. “Wha… What the hell, Ace?” Brooke whispered shakily, trembling far more than she was during the procession, like everything was riding on the wedding happenin
ACE“There’s still ample time to walk into that hall and tell everyone that the wedding isn’t holding,” I announced as soon as the door of my dressing room was pushed open. All I needed to know who had walked in was a scent and I’d easily picked his scent up from miles away. “There’s even more time for you to shut that wide mouth of yours, man up, and stop whining like a child,” my father shot back as he closed the door behind him.I laughed at his failed attempt to take a jab at my ego and maturity. With the kind of brutally honest friends I’d grown up with, it wasn’t that easy to poke at my self worth.“How exactly am I supposed to stop whining like a child when you won’t stop treating me like one?” I asked, fondling with the tie the designer had knotted an hour ago that was now seconds away from suffocating me. “I’m treating you like a child? That’s fucking laughable, because all I’m doing is trying to help you keep your life on track before you get yourself foolishly killed,” h
BROOKEA woman’s wedding day was meant to be the happiest day of her life, but my mom was easily making mine one of the worst and most nerve wracking days of my life. “Fat,” she poked at my barely existent stomach through my dress, “fatter,” she poked at my arms, “and hideously fat,” she poked at my neck. I’d practically starved for the two weeks since the wedding was announced so she wouldn’t nitpick at my weight today, but obviously there was no pleasing her so I should’ve just eaten as much as I wanted to. “Did you even make any effort to get into shape for your wedding? I had the most beautiful dress made for you from across the world and you have the effrontery to wear it over an overweight body?” she looked me over with contempt and huffed, “how disrespectful.”“I’m… I’m sorry, mother,” I muttered, knowing that anything other than an apology would likely be met with a slap or an even worse degrading punishment. She looked at me, then rolled her eyes as she gave a ridiculous
APRIL“How did you think of this?” I asked him as he helped me out of the car and shut the door behind me. He looked back at me like I was the most intriguing being he’d ever come across and then he broke into a genuine smile.“Let’s just have a good time, don’t worry about all that,” he leaned in and kissed my cheek and warmth spread throughout my entire body at how good it felt. Even though I wanted to bombard him with more questions, the lingering feeling of that peck made me nod and simply tighten out intertwined fingers as we walked into the paintball arena. “Mr. Davenport, we’ve been expecting you, everything’s set up for you and your lovely date, please follow me,” the man who I’d known to be the manager told him, and seeing how much older he looked made me realize how long it had been since I visited. “Sure, thank you,” Xander said politely and we trailed behind him. When we finally got into the private arena, I was completely blown away. As a kid, I’d always wondered wha
APRILXander had just asked me out on a date for the first time ever and I was completely frozen in shock. He’d become a man I never knew could exist because of who he'd been when we first met. Each time he did something sweet, shared someo thing personal, showed some vulnerability, or was willingly truthful with me, I couldn’t help but be stunned. And right now, my shock was at the very peak after being asked on a date by him. Part of me wanted to freeze the moment and keep it forever, and another part of me was warning me against being roped into his arms again after what happened the last time. I never wanted to be the reason that any of the guys would get hurt again. It would tear me apart so badly, especially since they were all magically tolerable and sweet to me.But Xander’s eyes were so full of hope as he waited for my response and I couldn’t bear to crush that hope. I was unable to keep him company in the hospital and I hadn’t even known that he’d been discharged for day
APRIL The chocolate isle was beckoning to me as it always did when I walked into the grocery store. I came here to grab some snacks since Nick was at a meeting with his dad. I encouraged him to get involved with the family business since he took a semester off school on my behalf, and he’s been doing really great so far. Thinking back to the sacrifices he’s made to my life a little brighter even when it should be filled with nothing but gloom brought a smile to my face. “All I need to add some sugary goodness to the excitement I feel is a big box of ma—”My speech was cut short when I turned into the next isle and immediately bumped into a hard chest that made me a little dizzy. I pressed a palm over my forehead and looked up, only to stagger backwards in awe. “Xander? Oh my goodness,” I found myself exclaiming and jumping towards him to wrap my arms around him in a hug. There wasn’t a bone in my body that wasn’t overjoyed to see him back to his usual self instead of the pitifu
NICKI was trying to select a new avatar on the Mortal Kombat game when I heard someone knocking the door. Excited to see April again, I threw the controller aside and hurried to the door. “Why’re you knocking when you can just open the d—”My mood soured when I pulled the door open and found Xander staring blankly at me with his hands in his pocket and his hair stuffed into a beanie. “What are you doing here?” I didn’t hide my annoyance at him when I asked that frostily. He didn’t respond.Instead, he waltzed past me and went into the living room like he owned the place. And when he got to the couch, he sat down like a king, with his hands and legs spread out a little too comfortably. As you’d expect, that pissed me the fuck off. There was something about his audacity that pushed the wrong buttons. “Unless you’re begging for a repeat of the last time, you’d better get the hell up and get out of my house right now,” I warned him, more than willing to remind him of his place. He