James.When Allegra called me to tell me what Allison and Tally were doing, I couldn't believe it. I mean, I could believe it… but I couldn't believe one day couldn't go by without them causing issues. As soon as I got back in the car from handling the situation, I made my way to my house, but found out quickly Tally and her mother were there waiting. There was no escaping the drama anymore. The two of them were hell bent on making my life miserable, and I was done with it.Exiting my car, I walked into the house, and was confronted with the two of them sitting in the kitchen. The waterworks were in play with Tally as Allison comforted her. As soon as her eyes met mine, she narrowed her gaze and stormed towards me."Look what you've done!" she screamed at me. "You should be ashamed as a father to act the way you have. Choosing that little bitch over your own daughter!"Laughter escaped me. "How did I choose Becca over Tally?""You're sleeping with her!" Allison conti
When James said we were going to a Gala, I had imagined a hotel with a bunch of politicians. However, when the limo pulled up to the front of the massive white building that reminded me so much of the White House, my jaw dropped."Holy shit…" I gasped, causing James to laugh."It's nice, huh? Wait until you see the inside. For a man with that kind of money, he had big inspirations while building it." Looking over my shoulder at him, I paused. "What is this place?""The Trump National Doral," James replied as a chauffeur opened my door in tails with white gloves. I was taken aback by his words. This was only a glimpse of what was to come. I could only hope high society was ready for me, because tonight was surely going to be a night I would never forget.A red carpet and lights came down from the front doors and stretched for what seemed forever. I took James' arm as we walked up the path. My long emerald green dress flowed behind me as my gold buckled heels moved across t
Seeing Allegra was a breath of fresh air. The walls seemed to close in on me among the members of high society, who seemed to judge me without knowing who I was. "Becca, are you okay?"Shaking my head, I blinked away tears threatening to build and laughed, shaking my head. "It's already a shit show. I think coming here was a mistake.""Oh, hell no," she replied. "You look like a goddess tonight, Becca. You're not going to let that two-faced, lying bitch make you feel out of place. Now, where's James?"Sighing, I looked over my shoulder to where he was with Allison, "With her.""I'm not surprised." Allegra smirked. "Why weren't you over there?""Because some guy named Charles James knows wanted to dance with me, and James just let him, even though I am supposed to be here with him." I was angry, yes, but more annoyed than anything. James was too busy talking to his friends, and it wasn't right of me to think he should spend all of his time with me. However, I thought thi
Becca.When James came to find me, I was rather pleased. I was enjoying my time with Neal, but I had come with James, and he had promised an evening with me, even though the current conversation between Neal and James seemed anything but pleasant."The auction is about to start, so I think we should take our seats," James said, holding his arm out for me, which I slowly took."That's wonderful. What's the charity this year?" Neal asked as he followed behind us."The money goes to the breast cancer society to help with treatments," James said hesitantly as his eyes met mine.I wasn't sure if he had remembered my mother, but if he did, then he would have known my mother died from breast cancer. I hadn't realized this was what the charity gala was for, but now that I knew, it brought back memories.Holding myself together, I let James lead me to the table where we would be sitting. I had imagined the rest of the evening would go well, but instead, I found that Allison and Tall
"Becca!" The sound of banging woke me up in the middle of the night, and with much reluctance, I climbed from my bed and made my way towards the front door. At 2:00 in the morning, there had better be a good reason for someone to wake me, but when I looked through the peephole, I was shocked.Allison stood on the other side, beating her fist against the door as if she owned the place and wanted in. I was done with her bullshit, and more than anything, I just wanted to be left alone.Yanking the door open, I stared at her with narrowed brows and clenched fists. "What the f*ck do you want?""What do I want?! What the f*ck are you doing in my apartment?" she scoffed, trying to push past me. The feeling of anger boiled over in me, and I had finally had enough. Shoving her back, I watched her stumble. "You assaulted me!" she shrieked. "I'm—""Shut the f*ck up, Allison. I want you to think about this for a moment because you're really getting on my last f*cking nerve. This isn'
James.The night was supposed to be perfect, but once again, my ignorant ex-wife ruined it. It seemed, no matter what I tried to do with Becca, Allison couldn't get it through her head that I was happy and didn't want her.After years of not dealing with her, the first time I take an interest in a woman like this, she acts out. Sitting in my office at my house, I chased back another glass of whiskey and looked at the clock. It was close to 6:00 in the morning, and I still hadn't found the courage to go see Becca. I should have followed her last night, but I couldn't. Becca was angry, and she had every right to be. One thing I had learned, though, is when a woman is angry, it's better to give her space to calm down instead of constantly giving her something to be pissed off about.So here I sat. Staring at this stupid f*cking photo on the wall in my office. I wasn't sure why I bought it. It was gloomy and depressing, or at least I thought so.Everything about its dark shad
There is no time like the present to change the path of your future. For if we live in the past too long, we get caught up in what could have been instead of setting forth what can be. I didn't think I would be able to get past what had happened, but as always, Allegra was able to get me through it all. She distracted my mind so I wasn't sitting around, thinking about how what I desired to have with James could never happen."What do you think about these sandals?" Allegra asked as I looked through an array of sunglasses in a shop near the beach. Turning to her, I tilted my head a bit as I stared down at her feet."Those are actually really cute." "I thought so too," She muttered before pulling her wallet from her purse and handing the cashier money. "I'm getting them."Looking around further, I tried to see if there was anything I could find I might enjoy. However, the more I looked, the more everything seemed to remind me of James."Becca, shall we all go get lunch?" Ne
Becca.Four days passed without another word from James. Our conversation weighed on my mind a lot, but I found myself busy doing other things to keep myself preoccupied, whether it was enjoying drinks and dinner with Allegra and Neal or simply even just taking time for myself.I had wondered if Miami was going to leave a nasty taste in my mouth, but in reality, it wasn't. I simply had been too caught up in bullshit to have fun.Walking down to the cafe near the apartment building, I looked forward to the breakfast tea latte they offered and a blueberry muffin. I was an addict for caffeine, and considering I had been so preoccupied lately, my recurring headaches ended up resulting from no caffeine. Something I would make up for by the cup full–or twenty.As the door chimed, I walked in to spot the usual bright, cheerful barista. "Becca… your usual sweetie?" she asked with a smile."Yes," I laughed. "Am I that obvious?""Oh, sweetie, you are the only person I know that