It’s later that night when I get into my car and drive to the hospital like a woman with a death wish. Beau's driver, James, just called and told me that Beau is in the hospital. He couldn’t tell me why because he doesn't know any of the details. All he told me was Beau had called asking James if he could pick him up from the hospital, but James is stuck in traffic, so he asked me to help get Beau. I’ve been trying to call Beau as I drive to the hospital, but he hasn't answered. It’s making me worry that something horrible has happened to him.I finally get there and rush into the emergency ward, my eyes searching everywhere for Beau. I am a little out of breath from running into the hospital from the parking lot. Aren't I pathetic? The man broke my heart just a few hours ago, and now I’m in the hospital looking all over for him while my heart beats louder than a drum. I had considered sitting at home and pretending I didn't receive the call from James, but I couldn't. Beau doesn't de
We finally make it back to Beau’s place, and after an incredibly awkward walk up the stairs, I get him in bed. I’m trying to pretend I didn't just have an orgasm a few minutes ago while Beau wears the fact on his face with satisfaction. I want to say something, but I know it would only make things worse. His ego has already grown enough. I don't understand why I can't resist him. It's like when he touches me, I forget everything else in the world, and the only thing I can think of at that moment is what his hands are doing to me. It's so frustrating because it makes me look weak. And I hate that. I need to be strong; I need to resist him. "Is there anything you want to do?" I ask, standing up straight after getting him settled."I would love to change for bed, but I would need your help, if you don’t mind.""I don't; let me get you something to change into." I walk to his closet to get his pajamas.I come back once I find a set and help him remove his shirt before trying to help hi
“Will you get away from me?” I scream, trying to close my legs but only succeeding in locking his head there. “Beau,” I say, grabbing his hair and pulling. “Get your mouth away from my pussy.” What does he think he’s doing?Beau ignores me and licks. My eyes roll to the back of my head as he uses his tongue to spread me open. Oh my God, not again. Beau uses his left hand to bring my pussy closer to his mouth. I shake my head as his tongue begins to move in and out of me. There is no way I am letting this happen again. I grab more of Beau’s hair, but as I’m trying to pull him away, he takes my whole pussy into his mouth and sucks. If I move his head, he pushes it back, so all I’m doing is helping him thrust in and out of me. Oh God, I can’t, I can’t. This is too much. How much longer can I resist him? Beau is going to be the death of me.“Beau,” I moan, gripping his hair tighter. I know I shouldn’t want it, but I do. I shouldn’t love the way his mouth feels against me, but I can’t help
BEAUMy hand scrubs over my face once Delilah is out the door. I have never felt more useless in my life than I do right now, which makes me angry. I could kill my cousin for calling my mother. This wouldn’t be happening if Harvey hadn’t found out I was investing in Delilah’s company, which I still don’t know how he did. Harvey came the night of the party hoping to talk me out of it—his presence was just as much a surprise to me as it was for Delilah—but it was already too late. Knowing Harvey, I bet he told my mother so she would come and ruin my plans for winning Delilah back. I punch the nearest wall as I realize all my progress from the past week is turning to dust as Delilah’s scent fades away.Making my way back to the kitchen, the anger continues to course through my body. My mother and Harvey have ruined things for me again. I am pissed off beyond words. And what makes matters worse is I can’t do anything to either of them.Mother gasps when she sees me. “Oh my God, son, why
DELILAH I scream into my pillow and try to cool down. Once I have had my fill of screaming, I lift my face and turn to lie down on my back. All I can do is stare at the ceiling as the events of yesterday and this morning replay in my mind. My thighs pull closer together as my thoughts linger on what Beau did on our way to his apartment last night and then on what he did this morning. Turning my head, I scream into my pillow again as I remember the look on Jenny’s face as Beau kicked me out. Pure victory. It annoyed the shit out of me. But the main source of my anger is that Beau asked me to leave. I feel so hurt by what he did. How could he kick me out of his house just because his mother wanted me gone? A part of me actually thought he would fight his mother and tell her I wasn't going anywhere. His reaction isn’t surprising though. It's not the first time Beau has sided with his mother. When we were together, he never defended me against the insults she hurled my way. I should know
A soft knock on my bedroom door awakens me from my sleep. I rub my eyes and drop my feet to the side of the bed, trying to find my slippers as the person at the door continues to knock. I succeed and drag myself over to the door. My eyes open wide once I see who is behind the door and, worse, the state she is in."Camila," I say, shocked to see her. "What are you doing here? What happened? Why are you wet? Did you walk in the rain?" I fire questions at her without even giving her a second to answer.Camila looks up from the ground, and her bloodshot eyes stare back at me. My gaze softens as I realize she must have been crying. Camila begins to sob as I quickly pull her into a hug, not caring that she is drenched. Camila's legs give out, and I follow her to the ground. I don't ask her any new questions and let her cry it out. I say soothing words as big wails escape her. I don't know what happened, but I can guess it has something to do with the heart because of the way she is crying.A
A sigh leaves my lips as I sit up on my office couch. I can feel the wetness between my thighs. Closing my eyes briefly, I massage my temple before turning to face Camila."Finally, you’re up; we need to leave in the next few minutes. The meeting is at 2 p.m." She stands by the couch as she speaks to me."Give me a few minutes to freshen up. I’ll meet you downstairs." I stand up from the couch and walk to my restroom."Alright, I’ll meet you downstairs." She says, walking to the door.My reflection in the bathroom mirror glares out at me. I’ve lost count of how many times I’ve had those dreams. Since he kicked me out of his house two weeks ago, it’s been nearly every time I close my eyes. I know why it’s happening, but I don't want to admit it. The worst part is that I haven't heard from or seen him at all. Sometimes the dreams aren't even sexual. They’re just plain, romantic dreams. It annoys the hell out of me. I am not supposed to be having those types of dreams. Yes, I’m attracted
It’s been a few days since that weird moment in the mall between Beau and me. I never got to find out what Beau was doing in the jewelry store that day since I haven’t heard from or seen him since then, and I’m grateful for that. Mainly because I’m not sure how to act around him right now. Before, I always felt angry whenever I saw him, but now I don’t know how to feel. I am still hurt by what he did, but I am not as hurt as I was a few months before he came back into my life. My emotions are all over the place and seeing him would only worsen matters. For one reason, specifically. Beau doesn’t know how to keep his hands to himself, and the fact that my stupid body loves it is not a good thing. But my sex dreams have lessened a little lately, which is good. My shower head and hot water have had some time off these past few days at least, so thumbs up for me.I blow out a breath and try to push Beau out of my mind as I check my reflection using the full-length mirror in my room before
One Year LaterI stare at Beau’s handsome face as he sleeps soundly beside me. Sometimes I still find it hard to believe that we’re finally together. I softly peck his lips before slipping out of bed, making sure to be as quiet as possible so as not to wake him. I pick up my purse and walk to the bathroom with it. Opening my handbag, I take out the object I’ve been hiding from Beau since I bought it yesterday.How wonderful will it be if the result comes back positive?I take the pregnancy test, then set the timer on my phone and wait impatiently in the bathroom. Beau will be so happy if I’m pregnant. We haven’t been trying to have a baby, but I know he’ll be pleased regardless. We’ve spoken about starting a family one day, so I know it’s something we both want.After what feels like an eternity, the timer on my phone goes off. I pick up the test and see two lines. I’m pregnant.“Two lines!” I scream. I can’t believe it. It feels like a dream come true. I know this isn’t the first tim
I walk out of the elevator once it reaches Axel’s floor. After we landed in Chicago, Tamara and I immediately came to Axel’s apartment complex, while Beau went to the hotel with our bags. The plan is to meet him there later. Speaking to Axel couldn’t wait. His mom even texted me to say she’s worried about him.He hasn’t shown up to work the past few days and is shutting everyone out. His mom, my Aunt Caroline, tried talking some sense into him but it didn’t work. She’s hoping Tamara and I will have better luck. So much so that she even met us in the lobby to give us her set of keys to his apartment in case Axel wouldn’t let us in.Just as we’re about reach his door, I stop in my tracks. “Camila?” I say, shocked to see her standing there. She didn’t tell me she was coming.“Hi Lilah, Tamara,” she says, her voice low. She doesn’t look good. There are bags under her eyes, and her nose is red. She’s obviously been crying. If I hadn’t seen her without makeup before, I don’t think I would e
Thirty minutes later, we’re flying to Chicago in Beau’s jet. I had planned to come check on Axel even before Beau and I worked things out, and once I explained to Beau what was going on with Camila and Axel, he agreed that we should go. Axel has refused to answer any of my calls the past three days, and Camila has been worried sick about him.I would be a lot more upset about the situation if I didn’t have Beau’s support. I still can’t believe we’re here together. It’s like a dream. I touch his face to make sure it’s real.“I’m sorry again for everything I did while I was pretending to have lost my memory.” Beau says, placing his hand over mine.“There is nothing to be sorry for. I know you didn’t want to hurt me. I’m sure it must have pained you to do it.” I run my other hand through his soft curls. I’ve missed doing that.“You can’t imagine, my love. My heart was pierced every time I hurt you. I am truly sorry.” He stares into my eyes, and I can tell he means every word.I smile sof
DELILAHI stare at myself in the mirror and blow out my cheeks. Beau’s getting married today. I don’t know what I thought would happen, but I didn’t think it would ever get to this point. Looking at my dress in the mirror, tears fill my eyes as it’s not the dress I had hoped to wear on Beau’s wedding day. It was foolish for me to have agreed to stay when he asked me. I must have been possessed because only a fool would stay and watch the love of their life marry someone else.Using my hands, I fan myself and take deep breaths to calm down. I don’t want to ruin my makeup. Since I already agreed to stay, I might as well see this to the end. I’m picking up my purse to leave when someone knocks on my door. I go to open it, wondering if Tamara changed her mind about meeting me downstairs and needs something before we go. But Tamara isn’t who’s standing in the hall.“Beau?” I say, shocked.“Can I come in?” he asks, smiling.Why is he smiling? And most importantly what the hell is he doing h
I play with my glass as I watch Hannah rub herself against Beau, who doesn’t seem to be enjoying her company very much, but that doesn’t matter. He’s still marrying her. I’m going to have a drinking problem by the time this wedding is over. The rehearsal dinner is tonight, and it’s going horribly for me.Everyone keeps talking about how they’re such a good match for each other. I’m already imagining how awful tomorrow will be. I can’t believe I agreed to stay. What the hell was I thinking?The only reason I decided to come tonight was because I was hoping to get a chance to talk Beau out of getting married, but all I’ve done is drink.I finish my fifth glass of wine and call the server over for a refill. My alcohol tolerance has increased recently, and I don’t want to think about how much drinking I must have been doing lately for that to happen. After my glass is refilled, I go to take a sip, but someone grabs it from my hand.“I think you’ve had enough for tonight,” Beau says, holdi
“Gin and tonic,” I say to the bartender as I take a seat. The dive bar I found close to the airport seems as good a place as any to wait to check in for my flight.I try not to think about Beau as I down my drink but it’s hard. The last time I was out drinking because of him was the night we created our baby. Our poor child, they never got to see the world.I throw back the rest of my drink and ask for another. It wouldn’t be a good idea to get drunk and miss my flight, but one more won’t hurt.While on my second glass, I’m surprised to see Beau walk into the bar. He takes a seat at one of the booths, joining a man I haven’t seen before. What is he doing here? Even if he wanted a late-night drink, there are bars closer to the estate.I’ll have to get closer to them to figure out what’s going on. Taking a seat in the boot opposite theirs, I drop my head and use my hair to cover my face. It’s wrong to eavesdrop, but I can’t help it. Beau shouldn’t be here, and I know if I were to walk o
Blindly, I stare at the ceiling and ponder Jenny’s words. I still can’t believe she threatened to kill my father. I have never felt more hopeless in my life.I can’t bear to watch Beau marry someone else and not do anything to stop it, but I also can’t risk my father’s life. There is no debate, I won’t risk my dad, but the price to keep him safe is a hefty one. I will have to live the rest of my days without Beau. My life is incomplete without him. I don’t even know how I’m going to function.Fresh tears escape my eyes and stain the pillow. I just wish there was a way I could be with Beau without losing my father in the process.My head turns when I hear the door opening. I was too shaken to move after speaking to Jenny, so I’m still in the room where Hannah’s wedding dress is. I wipe my cheeks and sit up to see who’s coming inside.“Yennefer,” I say, surprised. How did she know I was here?“Found you at last.” She smiles and closes the door behind her.“You were looking for me?” I as
The following morning, I sneak onto the Williams’ estate to see Nana. Harvey says her bad days have been outnumbering her good, and she might be gone any day now. That’s why, even though Edward and Jenny will have my ass the moment they see me, I’m risking it. I don’t want to miss what might be my last chance to see her. She means a lot to Beau and has always been nice to me. I don’t even want to think about how he’s faring with her diagnosis, but he might not be struggling that much since he doesn’t have his memories. I hope he gets them back before it’s too late. I can’t imagine how torn he would be if he doesn’t get them back before she’s gone. He’d be devastated.I spent all night thinking of ways I could help Beau recover his memories. I wondered which memory we shared would be most important to him. We’ve made many memories together, but I think the shared loss of our child is the most significant. Unfortunately, I had already told him about that one, and it didn't do the trick.
“What are you reading over there?” Charles asks. It’s been a few hours since we took off. Charles apparently doesn’t care that I’m his sister’s enemy and has been talking to me for most of the flight. I think it’s because he has an interest in me, but I might be wrong.“A romance novel,” I reply, switching off my phone screen and turning to face him.“You’re a romance fan?”“Yes, I am.”“So, you must be waiting for your prince charming to rescue you then?”“No, I’m not.”“But you’re a romance fan?”“Yes.”“I’m confused,” he chuckles.I laugh before speaking. “I love romance novels, but not the typical kind you might be familiar with.”“Hmm, let me guess, you’re into dark romance,” Charles says, smirking.“Yes, I am.” I smile. “How did you know?”“Once you said it’s not the typical type of romance, dark romance was the next thing that came to my head. So, tell me your favorite book and why it’s your favorite.”“I don’t have just one favorite. I love too many.”“What if you had to choos