BECK- PRESENT“I think you've had more than enough sweetheart.” I say with a smile. “That’s not my name.” She replies with a giggle and I'm lost.My taste in women has always revolved around the bold and hot. This woman, though, is pushing my buttons!I am an unwilling attendee at this event. I recently procured this yacht for Caliri & Co., and I may or may not have been planning to take her for a spin, when Sofia announced that she needed it to impress her new girlfriend. She manipulated me into agreeing. So I am here to ensure that they don’t go overboard. I am about to get a drink to pass the time when she stumbles in.As I look at this woman with hair the best shade of brown I have ever seen, I stop regretting my attendance. Each time I look at her, a feeling of dejavu settles; and I can't help but feel like we have met. For some reason, the fact that she has strayed from the party and is obviously drunk, but acts like she is in the right place turns me on.“Your name,” I whisper
BETH-PRESENTI didn’t think it was possible, but he deepens the kiss until it feels like he is about to consume me. My whole body is on fire and I am a moaning mess. Each sound I make seems to embolden him, and I cannot believe that some of the sounds are coming from me.When he bites my earlobe, my back arches. More! I want more! My hand trails down his abs, tracing every muscle. I want to explore every inch of his skin. He palms my breast and my moan answers his growl. His eyes, which I have always loved to watch, become stormy with his passion. My back is still against the door, he leans into me and grinds into me and I moan.“You like that, arcobaleno?” I don't know what that means, but he does it again. I continue to moan as he humps me against the door, while trailing kisses from my earlobes to my collarbone until I am about to come. Then he suddenly stops and pulls back from me. I whine at the loss of contact with his heated skin. My knees almost buckle when he sets me down."I
BETH- PRESENTWhen I wake up the next morning aching all over, my conscience makes its appearance and I begin judging myself for being such a sl*t. The only evidence of our wild night is that I am currently naked in bed. My clothes are neatly folded at the foot of the bed, and a breakfast tray with a note is also waiting for me, along with a bouquet of marigolds. I pick up the note first.Waking up to the sun shining on my face, and the sweet smell of the ocean did not give me as much pleasure as waking up to the sight of a rainbow beside me. I flush at his choice of words and look around self-consciously.I had so much fun last night, it pains me to leave before you wake. It is probably best I leave before you do, all things considered. I giggle because that line is crossed out. I hope you enjoy your breakfast while gazing at flowers that pale in comparison to your hair.Have a lovely day.Beck.PS: I took the liberty of having your clothes dry cleaned. I hope you don’t mind.The not
BETH- PASTBeck and I are in the treehouse. It is old, and Mary always warns us to stay away from it, but it is our special place. It is raining cats and dogs and the wind makes eerie sounds as it rattles the rickety old place. With only a threadbare blanket, we are cold; but huddled together under the blanket, all is right in my world.No one else knows that Beck is afraid of thunder. He told me that his mother died in a car accident during a thunderstorm. I like that no one else knows his secret, it makes me feel special that the boys don't know."Rainbow, I'm scared." He confesses as a gust of wind rattles the boarded up window. "I am here for you." My arms wrap around him. We are both shivering from the cold, but I don't mind it much, I am with Beck. "Sing for me." He whispers, so I hug him tighter and sing soft kitty. I sing him lullabies until I hear his soft breathing, then I settle beside him and fall asleep too."Wake up!" A frantic Jace shakes us awake. When I open my eyes,
BETH- PASTTo me, my social awkwardness has never been more glaringly obvious as it is now. As usual, no one pays me any mind while they stand in clusters, catching up after summer break, gossiping about who did what.I try to convince myself that I do not care, that seniors should have better things on their mind than idle gossip. This is my final year to leave my mark in high school, and Alex or not, I will leave my mark!I walk with purpose towards class, ignoring the snicker I hear as I pass. If Alex were here, she'd challenge whoever had laughed, but while I would not challenge them, I would also not be ashamed of my fashion sense. I tuck a lock of hair back and continue on my journey.Even though I try not to, I've overheard at least four groups gossiping about the hot new senior. I smirk at the nearest pair, only to recognize cheerleaders. Then I cringe. Where there's cheerleaders, there's always jocks.When I see the familiar outline of Todd Williams, my ex-boyfriend, I duck i
BETH- PRESENTI've had this recurring fantasy for a while. In my fantasy, while shopping, my hand and that of a super-hot mystery man reach for the same item and then I'll look into his eyes and smile coyly. The rest will, as they say, be history.But reality is a bitch.When my fantasy comes to life, I am reaching for a box of tampons at the same time as him. I give him my rehearsed coy smile before my brain catches up to the irony of the situation; he doesn't use tampons, duh. I instantly recoil in mortification.Then he smiles at me and I'm lost. I must have been gaping at his frowning face when he suddenly speaks. "Rainbow?" His incredibly sexy voice drawls and my heart skips a beat as the nickname evokes several erotic, as well as nostalgic memories. My eyes travel upwards, into the baby blue eyes that I can never forget."Beck!" I exclaim and his smile deepens, revealing his dimples. “I thought that was you.” He beams. As he speaks, he adds the tampons to an almost full shopping
BETH- PRESENTWhen Alex called to invite me out to dinner, I was excited about seeing her. A month has passed since I last saw her and even though we stay in touch via calls and FaceTime, I miss her. Her job is very demanding, and I envy her resourcefulness. I try not to compare the dullness of my routine job to hers that involves constant traveling, but I fail.I arrive at the restaurant with a minute to spare and use the time to collect myself before her arrival. The place is warm and cozy, just the kind of place I'd expect Alex to pick."Hey Martian, sorry I'm late." Alex greets me. My smile sputters off when I see who is beside her. "Sorry to spring this on you, but Soph insisted on coming."I recognise her immediately as the exotic brunette that had been shopping with Beck. After my brain plays connect the dots, I exclaim without thinking. "You are his sister!" She chuckles as they sit. "I am the sister, and the girlfriend. Pleased to meet you, you may call me Sofia." I shake her
BETH- PRESENTWhen I wake up, my stomach makes itself present in the most unpleasant ways, and I'm rushing to bend over the toilet bowl immediately. I sit on my bathroom floor for a few minutes, waiting for it to settle. However, after cleaning my teeth, the smell of my usual morning coffee has me running for it again.I must be coming down with something, I think; remembering the fancy food I forced myself to eat the previous day. Thankfully, it is Saturday and I don't have to go to work. I prepare myself for the drive to Mary’s; I had promised to visit.As usual, she is waiting outside for my arrival. She looks more frail than she had last month, and when I hug her, her bones are more pronounced.“Are you really alright?” I ask her. “To be honest, I have been feeling off lately.” She admits. “Have you been to the doctor’s?” She scoffs at my question. “What for? Old people are sick all the time.” “No they are not. Chase’s grandma is eighty and she isn’t sickly.” “I don’t feel that ba
CHASE- PRESENTThe tiny bundle in my arms squirms for the millionth time and I adjust its weight in my arms. From the bundle, a sneeze escapes and the blonde sitting beside me turns to me with a smile. She coos at Rebecca Caliri and the baby regards her in turn with wise blue eyes.“Isn't she pretty?” She asks me. Before I can reply, a voice from behind shushes both of us.Oh God, get me out of here, I silently scream in my head as the wedding march begins playing on the piano. Elizabeth is a vision in white, walking down the aisle. The backyard has been transformed, lit with several blinking lights, shining in the darkness. The tree house has been transformed with roses of various colours rioting in their brilliance and fairy lights.The stars are shining brightly, and one of the reporters hanging around the premises, waiting to get a picture of the event, even commented on their brilliance. According to him, even the heavens are in support of this union.So why am I here holding a b
BECK- PRESENTI know the jig is up the minute Rainbow jumps to her feet and runs out, shouting,“I can't do this.”. I don’t like pity, but I pity myself as I watch her leave, feeling empty.“Go after her.” Chase prods me. “Go now, or I will.”I understand what he means, so I take off after her. I do not run, but take slow strides, using the time to organise my thoughts. There is only one place I expect her to go, so I go in that direction. True to my assumption, she is at the foot of our old treehouse. I had also renovated it, and the stairs are sturdy enough for her to climb, but she doesn't go up them, just looks up.“When did you know that I was pretending?” She asks me without turning to me.“I figured it out last week. Even though you claimed to have amnesia, you were hostile to me. I could tell that you blamed me for your accident, and after Teresa confessed, I understood why. I am so sorry, I never imagined that she was crazy.”“I did, I've been there.” She finally turns to me.
BETH- PRESENTTeresa attempts to murder Billionaire’s baby mama.Billionaire heiress committed to mental facility.Terezo fan club disbanded, leader faces lawsuit.Encore magazine temporarily shuts down, promises to bounce back.Dr. Lara Kent, arrested… medical license suspended.Teresa Vaughn Pierce put in a straight jacket after suicide attempt.The headlines are merciless, almost as merciless as the times I was dragged online. It is poetic justice, but I take no pleasure in her current suffering. As someone who has loved Beck for years, I can understand how she became obsessed with
BECK- PRESENTNever has the sight of Alessia comforted me so. But there she is, poised like a Valkyrie ready to go to war as she stands over Teresa. I quickly dart to the gun and kick it farther out of her reach. At the back of my mind, I am thinking about the fact that Alessia, one of the people I was sure hated me the most, had just saved my life.“Wait,” I frown, “baby brother?” I arch a brow at her and she flushes.“Well, I am older. Pappy did place you in my care.” She replies, studiously avoiding my gaze. Despite the situation, I burst into laughter which causes Teresa to scream.“Don't laugh! I was supposed to follow you into the afterlife. We're supposed to have our happily ever after in our next life! Why isn’t anything going my way!&rd
BECK- PRESENTMy face must look as dark as I feel because everyone goes out of their way to avoid me when I resume back to work. It's been over a week since I took my impromptu leave to be beside Rainbow. Now that she's awake I have no reason to be by her bedside, or so Mary insists; especially if she doesn't remember me, and for some reason, my presence seems to agitate her. The doctors say that amnesia is common with head injuries and that I should be patient, but patience is not one of my strongest suits. The last thing I feel is patience.The first person I see when I make it into my office is Alessia. What is she doing here and why in my office so early in the morning? I'm a bit surprised to see concern on her face, it's not an emotion I am used to seeing her direct my way."Are you okay?" She asks.
BETH- PRESENTSomeone is trying to kill me. I panic and try to escape, but everywhere is pitch black, so dark, I cannot see my feet under me. I tried to scream, but my voice wouldn't work.What is going on? I can't move my body. I want to escape this lonely dark place. I can feel the passage of time, but I don't know exactly how much time has passed. Somebody help me! I call out with my mind and, like an answer to my plea, I hear a voice."Hey, baby!” I feel hands run through my hair and I feel a mixture of happiness, anger, and anxiety. I have to get away from those hands, someone is trying to kill me. I'm near hysteria when the voice comes again.“The doctors say that our daughter is fine and that you are too. They put you in a coma so that your brain can heal;” Daughter?
BECK- PRESENTWhen was the last time you saw a grown man cry? I don't cry because it is unsightly and makes me feel emasculated. But seeing Beth hooked to life support breaks me in ways I didn't think possible. It brings back memories of my childhood and my mother’s accident. That feeling of waiting helplessly for a miracle can be overwhelming. In my mother’s case, she had been rushing home to watch a recital of my latest hobby when she got into the accident. In this case, Beth had been running away from me.“Why don’t you speak to her?” My blurry gaze settles on Mary. “The doctor says that she can hear us, and I'm sure she would like to hear from you.”It's been three days since the accident, three days in which I have only left her side to do the bare minimum needed to survive. My once immacula
BECK- PRESENTVivid images of days spent in this place flash like a kaleidoscope. I remember Mary, she had filled the void that the loss of my mother had created. I remember goofing around with my brothers, Jace and Embee. Shining brighter than the colors she used to wear is Beth, my Rainbow. I remember cuddling in the treehouse trading stories with her. I remember everything; every laugh, tear, argument, and banter.Before I can collect my thoughts and sort through the images rushing through my head, I hear the sound of a gun cocking behind me.“Turn around slowly and put your hands where I can see them.” A shaky voice instructs. What is going on? I comply and begin turning slowly. “Don’t try anything funny, or I will shoot.”When I turn around, I see a frail-lo
BECK- PRESENTI drive to the address that Mr. Phil gives to me brooding throughout the drive. That snake had purposely taken Beth away from me just to provoke me, I know this. Why then did I beg with such desperation for him to tell me where she is?An emotion that had been nagging me all evening shoves its way into consciousness. I am not a man that has ever lied to myself, and I am not going to start now. I will admit that Elizabeth fascinated me from the start. Meeting her had given me a strong sense of deja vu; and after finding out that we have a history, it had made me feel closer to her. I will also admit that I had been too cowardly to delve deep into the history we had, rather I skimmed the surface of the report I had been given by my security agent because a part of me had been scared of what I'd find.But she intrigues me. I'd