Mayson has come back to her home town to help take care of her dad, who is ill. She left the town of Chance years ago and hadn’t planned on coming back. The first person who had her heart and also broke it lives in Chance. She will do everything in her power to avoid him but will fate step in and give them a second chance.
View MoreI know that I am being overprotective of Mayson. But I can't help it. The thought of her getting hurt again is like a knife in my gut. As we walk into the house, I can see the tiredness etched into her features. The shadows under her eyes are more noticeable against her pale skin. She's trying to put on a brave face, but I can see the fear lingering in the back of her eyes. "Do you need help with anything?" I ask as we enter the living room. Mayson shakes her head, her eyes scanning the space with a hint of unease. "No, I'm okay," she says, though the tremor in her voice suggests otherwise. “i am just going to start dinner.” I watch as she heads to the kitchen, her steps tentative. The house feels too quiet, too still. Like it's holding its breath, waiting for something to happen. I know I can't hover over her forever, but I can't shake the feeling that she's in danger. "Holden," she calls out, her voice echoing through the house. "Could you grab me the cutting board from th
It felt so good for all three of us to be back together. Seth proceeded to fill me in on the projects we had been working on, his words coming in a fast and efficient stream. My mind struggled to keep up, trying to piece together the puzzle of the past few weeks. "And the big news," he paused for dramatic effect, "we are on schedule for completion of the project." I nodded, trying to absorb the information. My office felt smaller than ever, the walls closing in as the reality of the workload hit me. "That's great," I said, my voice barely above a whisper. Seth studied me for a moment before his smile faltered. "Are you sure you're okay?" I took a deep breath and nodded. "I'm fine," I assured him, though my voice wavered slightly. "Let's just get to work." Seth nodded and handed me a stack of files. As I flipped through the first few pages, the words swam before my eyes, and I realized how much I had missed the structure and purpose that work gave me. The office was a haven
I am so ready to get back to work. Holden and I never argue but we have had some knock down drag out fights. He wants me to stay at home until they find out who attacked me. If I stay at home, this person wins by controlling my life. I want to prove them wrong that no matter what they tried to do to me they were not going to win. "Holden, I'm going to work," I said firmly, as I pulled on my favorite pair of boots and grabbed my keys. His eyes followed me with concern, the tension in the room palpable. "Are you sure that's a good idea?" "Yes," I replied, trying to sound more confident than I felt. "I can't let someone dictate my life like this. I have to get back to normal." Holden sighed heavily, his jaw tightening. He knew arguing with me when I was like this was futile. "Fine, but you are not to go anywhere alone.” I nodded, a flicker of relief crossing my face. "Thank you." Holden took a step towards me, his hand brushing mine as he gently took the keys from my hand. "I
I have had so much on my mind lately. Now that Mayson was out of the hospital and on the mend we could get the project back on track. Whenever I have talked to Holden, he said she was so ready to get back to work. The project has been on hold ever since Mayson’s attack. The investigation into Holden caused a couple of sponsors to pull their funding. Luckily the amount pulled wasn’t going to impact the overall budget. We are behind the eight ball on the time frame. It will take a miracle for the project to be completed on the original timeline. As soon as Holden gets back into the office, we both need to be making calls to contractors to get them back into town. We could not afford to pay contractors that were not working for over a month. Thankfully, this project isn’t the only thing that the firm has going on. There are a couple of projects in Clinton that have come in that have kept me busy. It has kept Amelia busy too, which keeps her calm. Ever since Mayson was attacked she’s act
That bitch just will not die. Mayson seems to have nine lives like a mangy cat. I am so over this whole thing. She should have stayed gone eight years ago. My life would not be so complicated if it were not for her. There is no way that I will be able to get close enough to her again to try to finally rid this world of her. After the incident in the hospital, she has not been without some sort of guard dog, Seth included. I had thought about slitting his throat in his sleep many times over the last couple of months because of Mayson. She sucked him into her perfect world just like everyone else. I can’t help but go back to the night of the attack and try to figure out what I did wrong. My footsteps sounded like thunder as I ran across the driveway behind the house. I could feel my heart pounding in my ears. I was so scared that someone was going to see me sneaking through the back yard. I almost could not catch my breath, but I had to keep moving. The stench of the roses that Ma
I ran my hands all over her body, exploring every inch of her soft skin, I let my fingertips linger on the lacy edges of her lingerie. Mayson’s own hands began to work on the buttons of my shirt, one by one. I could not help but moan as she traced the lines of my abs with the tip of her nail. I quickly moved to the clasp of her bra, freeing her breasts with a gentle touch that sent a shiver down her spine. Our kisses grew deeper, more urgent, as we were both seeking to reconnect with the passion that we had lost. The fabric of our clothing seemed to melt away, leaving us both bare to each other's touch. Mayson’s breath hitched as I slid my hand down her back, cupping her ass and squeezing gently. She had to feel how hard I was pressing against her. She rocked her hips slightly, teasing me. I could see in her lidded eyes how turned on she was and she was enjoying the power she had over me. The air was charged with electricity as our eyes met. We were making a silent promise of a pa
I really did not want to go lay down for a nap. I was tired of laying in a bed, but I could see how I really did not want to go lay down for a nap. I was tired of laying in a bed, but I could see how worried Holden was about me. He is blaming himself for what happened that night. I don’t blame him at all. I blame whoever walked into our house like they belonged and tried to take my life from me. I suppose it is a good idea to just leave Holden with his thoughts for now. If I could just remember something about that night after I got home. I know Mama said that I talked to her, but I don’t remember the whole conversation, just bits and pieces. What I really want is to be able to reconnect with Holden. Our love for each other has not diminished, but there is this cloud hanging over it because of what happened here. We need to find our way back to each other. It has been too long since we have laid in our bed together and I miss him so much. I want to feel his arms around me. Holde
It felt so good to bring Mayson home to our house. These last few weeks of her being in the hospital has been hard. I felt so helpless that I was not able to protect her that night. I am still worried that she will not feel safe with me or safe in the house. I will build her a new house if she does not want to stay here. I want the home that we will spend our lives in, raise our children in to be a haven for her instead of a bad memory. I could see that she was a little unsteady on her feet when she got out of the car. I went over to help her. “Holden, I am so glad we are finally home. This was a wonderful and unexpected surprise.” She looked so happy, but I was still so worried about her. "Holden, what’s wrong? You are so quiet," Mayson whispered as she placed her hand on my cheek. I leaned into her touch. I have missed being like this with her, just the two of us. "Just thinking," I replied, trying to keep the emotion from my voice. The house looked the same as it had the nig
I am so glad that I can finally get out of this hospital, I am going stir crazy. I have been here for over three weeks. I am ready to be in a comfortable bed. I hate that I have to go back to my parents, but the police have not released the house back to Holden yet. There is only one good thing about being in the hospital this long, it has given me time to think a lot of things over. It has also given me time to do some internet searching on Jennifer Martin. I need to know all that I can about her. She tried to ruin my romantic night with Holden, and she says she is carrying his baby. I am still not sure how I feel about the whole baby thing. It hurts my heart to think that I won’t be the one to give him his first child. I believe him, now, when he says that he always used protection during sex until we were together. Condoms can break and if she was on birth control that could fail as well. The reality is that I may have to face being a stepmother to Holden’s son or daughter. A
After leaving Chance right after high school graduation feels like a lifetime ago. But as I am standing here at the city limits sign, all of the pain and hurt comes flooding back. If daddy hadn’t been diagnosed with cancer, I would never be coming back to this town. I’m hoping that the cause of that hurt does not cross my path. I have no desire to see Holden ever again, but in this small town, I wonder how long it will be before I have to come face to face with a past I have tried so hard to forget. I turn back towards my car and just take a deep breath. “Time to get moving.” I say to myself, I can’t keep sitting here on the side of the road. I have to go see my parents and see what is going on with Daddy. Mama wasn’t very forthcoming with the details of Daddy’s illness or the treatments. When I had talked to Daddy all that he would say is “I’m fine baby girl.” Just hearing him on the phone and hearing his voice has always brought tears to my eyes. I will always be a Daddy’s girl a...
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