I turn to my left and open the refrigerator, stooping down to take a good long look at perhaps a dozen bottles of Amelia’s precious rose wine. I pull out a bottle and study it. I enjoy a glass of wine (or three) myself, but part of me suspects that Amelia’s entire caloric intake during the day comes
Two hours later, I pour Victor his fifth glass of whiskey. “This has gotta be the last one, Evelyn,” he says, his words only slightly slurred. But his face is happy, a little pink from laughter and drink. “Penultimate, at best,” I say, winking at him and making sure it’s an extra-generous pour. “
“I didn’t want water. I only wanted you.” He fastens my eyes with his own as he says it, not blinking, not even once. We stare at each other, our breath matching. As he breathes in, I breathe in, so that we are almost as one, existing together. It’s unbearable, in its clarity, it’s simplicity. I t
My boys save me from this awkward moment, thank god, by bounding into the room. “Mommy!” Ian shouts, flinging himself onto the couch and crawling up onto my lap. “Hi papa!” Alvin says, waving at his dad as he rounds the coffee table and crawls up behind me, wrapping his arm around my neck and givi
I am silent a moment, looking between them. I guess part of me was hoping that they would be six-year-old boys, in this case, and not the Alpha’s genius twins. “I’m sorry, boys,” I say. “You deserve a better explanation than you’ve gotten. I’ll tell you all about it.” I close my eyes, organizing m
“Sir?” Beta Stephen’s voice is hesitant at the door. “There’s a…Mr. Lorinc here to see you? He says he has an appointment.” Victor draws his brows close over his eyes. “I don’t recognize that name,” he says, standing. “Apologies, sir,” a small bearded man peeks out from behind Stephen’s shoulder.
“What are you doing Amelia.” Victor’s voice is low and threatening. “Why did you invite that man to my house.” Amelia is blasé in her response, refusing to give in to Victor’s anger. “Obviously, I’m making plans for the boys’ future education. If you and Evelyn are just going to let them sit around
Victor: Home in about an hour, do you want to have dinner? Victor stares at the text on his phone. The messaging system lets him know that Amelia has read it, but not responded. He sighs, tucking his phone away in his pocket as his town car pulls into the club. For the past twenty-four hours Ameli