. . . . . . . Tiffany Lawrence . . . . . . . I knew it was a stupid move trying to get to the bathroom myself for two reasons. One, because I had no idea where the bathroom was and two, because I knew I couldn't hold the vomit in my stomach for any much longer. But I still took that risk anyway. I
. . . . . . Gerald Larry Kensington . . . . . . . I couldn't get the event of last night from my head even as I sat in my office this morning. I'd found something to think endlessly about and I found myself feeling worried about her. The woman from last night. I couldn't get her image from my h
. . . . . . . Gerald Larry Kensington . . . . . . . I punched my passwords into my room's security intercom and the glass doors slid open, letting me in. I'd stopped by Larry's school to pick him up much earlier than usual. As soon as the doors slip open, Larry releases his grip around my fin
Santiago Roman. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . Since I was doing grocery shopping probably thrice out of a hundred times, I knew where to get a trolley as soon as I walked into the 'spicy and Everything in between' grocery store I'd noticed across the street as I drove aimlessly, searching for a
" Isn't that Larry Kensington? " One of the women close by whispered to another standing beside her. They all looked at him in a way that gave me the hint instantly that he was some important person. An important person I didn't know a thing about. Typical me. One of the women from the other sec
his invitations down. He was a friend and more so one of the few people I kept close to me. I'd asked Carlos to accompany me and as my black SUV pulled up in front of the hotel where the party was taking place, I felt like I anticipated getting in there just to avoid entertaining this thought tha
. . . . . . . . . . Gerald Larry Kensington. . . . . . . I sat in my office room, peering at the invite on my phone. I kept pondering over and over the name written in the middle of the letter. SANTIAGO ROMAN. In a few days I'd be leaving the state to Las Vegas for his business party. Togethe
And now, it's taking a huge toll on me. Maybe this still has something to do with all the drinks I'd consumed in my system a few days ago. I'm not a drinker and I would never let Laurene push me into doing that again. To think I even puked on some strange man without even remembering his face sti
By having him so close to me again, I feel like I can become someone good enough for both of us. "Just be careful around him," Madeline says. "I know you…Tiffany. Please be careful." "I shouldn't fall in love with him?" I tease because we both know that I am hopelessly in love with Larry who is
I square my shoulders and look at her dead in the eyes. “I don’t care about anything else, Sweets. I want you to be someone I can be myself with. I want to protect you, love you, and ache for you. I want to be the man that you seek for. Please let me be that for you…for us.” Is This Real?
Larry I pass her the chocolates and she opens it and takes one out. She bites from it and closes her eyes to savor the sweet taste. “Do you like it?” I ask. She nods. “You have good taste. Try it with me, Larry.” We sit together on the couch in the living room and I take one of the chocolat
I actually atop breathing and a shiver runs down my spine when I hear this because, somehow, I know it might be the truth and me clinging onto old memories and what ifs and maybes are because I can’t get over leaving again. “Hard truth, Tiffany?” Laurene asks but she doesn’t wait for an answer. “
I raise my cup and lean forward. We are sitting in a circle so it makes it easy for me to look from either of the friends here with me. “What should we toast to?” Laurene licks her lips and raises her glass too. “To us being the most creative friends on the East Coast.” “To our reunion!” Brynn s
Tiffany I go to visit Laurene at her place to tell her about what has been happening. "I don't support you leaving Adrian for whatever you are doing!" She says to me. "Is that why you gave him my number and where to find me?" I ask. I'm still angry that she did but when I ask this, I am not r
"That is lovely," she says and we kiss again. It feels like this is the best life. I leave her house and go home. I am happy with how everything is turning out to be that for a while I seem to have forgotten about Caroline's cheating and her hurting our son until she shows up at my house the n
"And the divorce papers you sent?" She asks with a rather sharp tone. "That hurt me. What about it? What are we to do with that?" "Tear it up," I say. "I can't stand a minute with you, sweets. Forgive me and stay with me." I take her to my car and drive her home. On the drive home, we are silent
Larry Tiffany kisses me and it takes all of my willpower not to slam her into me and kiss her with all of my pent-up emotions. I miss her dearly and having her so close to me only ignites the longing and doubles it too. After she breaks the kiss, we stand apart just breathing in each other's s