CoraSophie bounces into my apartment, a box of wine tucked under one arm and a bag of fast food under the other.Her red hair falls free around her face, and her dark brown eyes flit around the apartment as gunshots and sirens fill the night outside.After a long week at work and an awkward discussion with Griffin about the kiss, celebrating the start of the weekend with my best friend is exactly what I need.Sophie puts the food and wine on my yellowing countertop. “I wish you’d move out of this place. You could move in with me, you know.”It’s not the first time she’s asked me to move in with her, and I doubt it will be the last.While I appreciate the offer, moving in with someone else feels like a step back in my life. I like my independence after my last relationship.Coming home and not having to answer to anyone else is a blessing in disguise.Sure, it’s lonely sometimes, but it gives me time to think about what I want from life.I roll my eyes and check the deadbolt on the fr
“Repeat yourself.” Sophie fills up her glass. “Because I know there’s no way that you kissed the man who made you miserable when we were kids. You slept with him?”“No, no, we didn’t sleep together—it was just a kiss. If you think that’s the biggest problem with kissing Griffin, then the situation might not be that bad.”“Might not be that bad?” Sophie slides off the counter and storms over, taking my face between her hands. “Cora, are you out of your mind? What in the world would possess you to kiss him?”“We were drunk. I had a drink or two, and so did he. And then we were dancing, and something clicked… and we kissed. It was just in-the-heat-of-the-moment kind of thing.” Groaning, I close my eyes and lean into her touch. “Ugh, I know I screwed up. I never should have gone to the bar with him, but I can’t bring myself to regret it. The kiss was good.”Sophie’s hands drop, and she takes a step back, shaking her head. “At least the kiss was good, but was it worth ruining your life? Wh
GriffinI pace through the kitchen after another sleepless night, and the tiredness catches up on me. All I want to do is crawl back into bed.I could use a nap that lasts a year, though I know that isn’t going to happen.For the past week, Cora’s face has been my nightly companion, dancing behind my eyelids in an endless reel.Dreams of her circle around, playing over and over, driving me to the brink of madness. Nightmares of losing her haunt my dreams.Even now, I'm wide awake, and the only thing I can think about is walking into the office on Monday morning and catching another glimpse of her. I want to keep talking to her about what happened between us.I must admit I’m not sure what else to say either.Maybe I want a bigger reaction from her that screams she wants to kiss me again as much as I want to kiss her.Bad idea. Stay far away from Cora Walsh.I sigh and open the fridge, pulling out the bottle of cold brew. Hopefully, a good dose of caffeine will distract me from my thou
If my jaw could hit the ground, it would. My blood boils as my hands curl into fists.I’ve never been so close to throwing my father out on his ass before, but I’m considering it now.I grit my teeth, resisting the urge to make this worse. “Do you realize how outdated that is? I don’t need a wife to manage the household and pump out children. I don’t need a maid either. I have more than enough time on my hands to scrub my own toilet.”Dad rolls his eyes. “You’re a fool, Griffin. I thought I raised you to be smarter than this.”“Nannies raised me.” My tone is bitter, and I hate it. At thirty-two, I should have moved past the resentment of my upbringing. Yet, I’m not. “And I will not be getting married or having children. You can kiss those old-fashioned notions about my future goodbye.”Dad’s face darkens to a bright red. “You are going to drag my family name through the mud if you keep up with your ideas of your future.”“This family was ruined a long time ago.” I walk to the front do
CoraKaleigh perches on the edge of my desk with a bright smile, holding two cups of coffee Monday morning.“Here—I thought you could use this. Griffin called last night about one of the contracts, and he seemed to be in a bad mood. I doubt today is going to be any better. I also need to speak to you about the contract,” Kaleigh doesn't skip a beat.I take the cup of coffee with a smile and take a sip before setting the cup beside my monitor. “Thank you. I’m sure his mood is just as foul. He stormed in here and went straight to his office half an hour ago. Slammed the door shut and locked it. Carson’s been trying to speak with him since he got in.”Kaleigh glances at Carson as he passes by my desk to try to speak to Griffin again.He grunts as the door refuses to open before turning and walking away.I sigh and reach for the coffee, taking a sip. “I bet Carson is going to place a call to Mr. Blake soon.”Kaleigh nods. “Mm-hmm. I don’t doubt that at all. Looks like the old bastard stil
I would have remembered a complete mental breakdown that would have led to us walking into a chapel together.“This… this has to be fake,” I run my fingers over the embossed seal. I don’t know what kind of sick joke this is, but you need to get rid of it right now. This isn’t funny, Griffin.”“It’s not a joke.” He swallows hard and rounds the desk to take the seat beside me. “I wouldn’t lie to you about this, Cora. I promise it’s not a joke.”“No. This has to be a joke. I would have to be out of my mind to marry you. There is no way that I would have ever let that happen. We don’t even like each other. Why would we walk into a chapel and get married?”He throws his hands up in the air. “I don’t know why we would have done it, but apparently, we did, and we’re married now. This isn’t a joke. Why would I joke about something like this?”“Because you have a sick sense of humor and have spent most of my life messing with my head.” I shove the paper back toward him and get up. “Come up wit
GriffinCora strides past me to her desk, sipping from her cup of coffee without sparing me even a glance.She sits at her desk like every other day this week, determined to ignore me for the rest of the day.The odd time she has had to speak to me, she’s only given me short answers.She’s been completely ignoring me again since I told her about our marriage, and I’m tired of dealing with it. Today that ends.Cora hums as she powers on her computer and looks through the stack of files I left on her desk.She drums her red-painted nails on the oak as she reads through the schedule for next week.“What do I have going on this coming week?” I stand at the corner of her desk with my hands tucked in the pockets of my slacks.Cora looks at me over her shoulder before pointing at the computer screen with the end of her pen. “This. I’ll forward it today after I get off a few more calls. There should be a couple more contracts added.”Her tone is clipped, and she doesn’t look me in the eyes.I
Kaleigh’s eyebrows shoot up. “Wow. He’s hot. Where’s he taking you?”Cora tucks away her phone. “I think we’re going to some restaurant that just opened downtown. He wants me to come to his show. You should come with me. The lead singer is single.”Kaleigh wiggles her eyebrows. “Single and hopefully not looking for commitment. The last thing I need while building my career is a man to tie me down.”Cora laughs and crosses one long leg over the other. “I’m not into dating anyone either, but I don’t know. I guess it could be fun to have somebody around from time to time. Work is busy, and it keeps me occupied, but I don’t mind a distraction right now, you know?”My blood boils as I pull away from the bookshelf and walk back to my desk.A friend or not, I don’t like the idea of her hanging out with another guy.There is no way that my wife is going to go out on a date and humiliate me. It’s not happening.I don’t care what I have to do to stop the date from happening. Cora is not going o
Cora nods and smiles as she leans back, looking content. “I’m looking forward to living with you again.”“Well, you better. And hey, we never did get to fuck on the porch like you wanted; maybe we should take the champagne and celebrate properly.”Cora laughs, a blush creeping down her cheeks. “You were the one who threatened it first,” she says.“You were definitely into it. Couldn’t keep your hands off me,” I tease.Cora rolls her eyes playfully. “Sure, keep dreaming.”“We’ve got an hour before everyone arrives for the barbecue.” I park the car in the driveway and hop out, leaning back toward the open door to look at her. “You coming to celebrate with me?”“I’m coming.” Cora nods eagerly, hurrying inside.I follow her, kicking off my shoes as the door closes behind us. She turns around to face me, kicking off her shoes and pulling her shirt over her head.My cock springs to life as she hooks her fingers in the sides of her shorts, pulling them down her toned legs.She stands in a li
GriffinSophie shoots daggers at me as I assist Cora in boxing up her belongings at her place. The moment Cora steps away to gather her toiletries, Sophie steps in front of me, her finger wagging in my face."You put her through the wringer when we were younger," she hisses, checking over her shoulder to ensure Cora is out of earshot. "Then you break her heart, and now you're back for a third round? If you hurt her again, nobody will ever find your body.""I'll help with that," Kaleigh chimes in, entering the room with Jake trailing behind her. "The truck's loaded up from the storage unit."Sophie prods me in the chest before backing off. "You're skating on thin ice, Griffin Blake. But she loves you, and I can see how much you love her. Only a man completely devoted to my best friend would dare set foot in this apartment after serving her divorce papers just weeks ago."Kaleigh nods enthusiastically and heads to the fridge, yanking it open to retrieve a bottle of champagne. "When Cora
Gloria’s deep burgundy lips curl as she turns to face her son. “Really, if you must lower your standards, at least find someone decent.”“Enough!” Griffin’s voice is louder than I’ve ever heard, his gaze blazing with rage. “I told you to leave my house, and I meant it. I won’t have you here, and I won’t be part of your lives anymore. I’m done living a puppet life!”Gloria crosses her arms, cocking a hip to the side. “Griffin—you’re going to regret this.”Griffin gives a bitter laugh. “No, I don’t think so. It’s what I should’ve done the moment I became an adult, and I definitely should’ve done the moment I found out you two were behind leaking the story about Cora.”My blood boils as I glare at his parents.How can his parents hurt him so much?Griffin looks at me with an expression I can’t quite read before brushing by all of us and holding the door open wide. “Mom and Dad, you can both leave now. I’m done with this conversation.”Rick shakes his head, his face turning a deeper shade
CoraI've been tapping away at the keyboard, trying to create a business plan, but it's like my brain's taken a vacation.All I can think about is my dream of starting a media company and traveling the world, but now, all those dreams are tangled up with Griff.I want him and those dreams together, but he just wants to call it quits.I lean back, lacing my fingers behind my head, and look around Sophie's place. It doesn't feel like home.I miss having my own space, like Griff's house... But thinking about that just brings on the waterworks. I shove the laptop aside.How can I focus on a business when there's a divorce waiting for me?Sophie walks into the room as I’m about to review the papers again.“Please tell me you’ll sign those and then take whatever you can get from him.” She says.“I don’t want his money. He can have it all and burn it,” I say, setting the papers down, feeling sick at the thought of Griffin.Sophie rolls her eyes and sits down across from me.“I admire that yo
"That's not the point, Griffin." Jake rubs his temples. "She loves you, damn it. You married her, you started a life together, and now you're just ending it like it's nothing?"I slam the mug down on the counter, some of the steamy coffee sloshing over the side and onto the back of my hand. “For fuck’s sake.”Pain blooms as I spin and cram my hand under the tap, turning on the water and letting it run until the sting subsides. I wrap my hand up in a towel before cleaning the spilled mess.When I’m done, I look at Jake, tightness spreading in my chest. “Do you really think that leaving Cora was easy?”“You sure make it seem that way.”I sigh. “No. It’s not. It’s hard as hell, and I feel like I’m climbing a mountain with the weight of the world strapped to my back every fucking day.”Jake’s brow furrows, the lines on his face deepening. “None of this is making any sense. Your relationship got leaked to the media, so what? Nobody cares.”I bite my cheek, trying to figure out how much he
GriffinI shouldn’t have sent Cora those divorce papers. Instead, I should have told her I was a fool and begged for another chance.It's been five agonizing days since I had an associate deliver them to her. Deep down, I know it was the right choice, but that doesn't stop thoughts of Cora from haunting me.I keep telling myself that splitting up is for the best.Cora deserves better than my family's constant insults and belittling. They treat her as if she's inferior just because her life isn't picture-perfect in their eyes.I sigh heavily and push myself off the couch, surveying the empty bottles of whiskey and beer scattered on the coffee table.They've been my companions, helping me numb the pain and get through the sleepless nights.My father's voice echoes in my head, reminding me of my failures and how I'll never measure up.But tonight, I can't drown out the ache in my chest or the memories of Cora's smile.I wish I could just erase my parents from my life. It's a thought that
When we arrive, Kaleigh sits at a table with a cheese pizza and a couple of beers in front of her.She grins and raises her beer to me. “It’s nice to see that you’re returning to the land of the living. We’ve missed you.”“I make no promises to stay here long.” I slide onto the bench seat beside her and reach for one of the other beers.Kaleigh smiles and takes a sip of her beer. “That’s understandable. All of this seemed to come out of nowhere.”Sophie sits down across from us and snags a slice of pizza. “That’s because he is an idiot with too much money who’s used to buying his way out of any hard situation in life. Now that he can’t, he is running away like a scared child.”“I don’t think that’s all of it.” I grab a slice of pizza and take a bite.Children laugh and race by our table, heading for the rows and rows of games. Loud music pounds through the building, making it nearly impossible to hear anyone more than a few feet away.Kaleigh shrugs, her expression thoughtful. “I don’
CoraSophie tosses a throw pillow at my head as she walks into the living room and finds me buried beneath a blanket on the couch again. “You have to stop this wallowing.”“I’m not wallowing.” I toss the pillow back at her. “I’m conserving my energy before the rest of my life turns into a flaming pile of shit around me. As if it couldn’t get any worse.”Sophie cracks a smile and pushes my feet out of the way, sitting down on the end of the couch. “Cora, you weren’t even this upset when you caught Victor cheating on you.”I give her a flat look. “What I had with Griff was different. It meant so much more, and now that it’s over, I don’t know what to do with myself.”“It doesn’t have to be over. You could storm his house and talk to him again—insist he’s wrong.”"Yeah, and look like a fool begging for a man who clearly doesn’t want me the way I want him?” I scoff and sit up, running a hand through my hair and trying to work through some of the tangles.Sophie takes the pillow and throws
If she thinks there's even a chance we could make this work, she'll fight like hell. It’s what she does for the people she loves. I’ve seen it time and time again.I don’t deserve that kind of love.“I said we needed a wake-up call. We’ve been living in a bubble for too long, and it was bound to break sooner or later.”She barks out a sharp laugh. “Yeah. If it makes you feel better, my mom calls me and asks if I’m okay. I feel so guilty for hiding everything from her. She finds out that I’ve been lying for months, and she still calls to ask if I’m okay.”My stomach ties itself into tight knots. “We never should have let things go this far.”“You think?” Cora scoffs and shakes her head. “Say whatever it is you keep dancing around, Griff. I’m a grown-up. I can handle it.”I don’t know if I can handle saying it.All I want to do is cross the room and convince us everything will be okay.But it’s never going to be okay... Not when I can’t protect her from my family’s toxicity. They’ll onl