"Stop, I need to talk to you." I yell at Brad as I watch him slam the door to his bedroom. I figured out a way to get away from Brad if he agrees to it, that is.
Pounding on his door, I persist till he finally opens it and screams at me, "What?" and pushes me back. Cocking his head, he asks again, "What do you want?"
I hesitate, but then I answer him, "I have a proposition for you. I will give you the company, if you divorce me and leave me be for the rest of my life. You can't touch my inheritance except for the company though. The prenuptial agreement will be null and void from here on out, if you agree to it."
He shakes his head and sighs, "Why would I do that, if I stay married to you I can have it all anyways. Now go have your fling and then you will come running back here, because you have always needed me." The smile on his face makes me want to smack it off of him. Trying not to, I turn and walk to
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"What should I do? I have never forgot to take my pills before and right now Aaron and I are fighting. He suspects I am cheating on him." Looking terrible, she stares at the floor and kicks the rug while sitting on the bed. "Nicole, you have to tell him. Especially if you find out you really are. Right now I am going to go to town and pick you up a pregnancy test, then we will figure this all out once and for all." I stand up and grab my keys off the end table. She follows me out the bedroom door and down to the living room where I pick up my jacket and purse. After shutting the front door behind us, we walk to the car quickly because it is getting colder and colder. I usually don't drive in the dark, but this is an exception. My best friend needs an answer right now, not later. On the way in to town I watch as the snow falls slowly across the road and I hope that it doesn't get too bad before
"What is his problem?" I scream at the top of my lungs. Pulling my hair out, I look at Nicole and wonder where I went wrong in the first place. Was it marrying him or not being good enough for him? At this point, I am so glad I wasn't good enough for him, because I might have actually fell for his b.s. and gave him a kid or something even worse, my heart. He would have absolutely devastated me when he told me he only married me for my money and that I wasn't good enough for his bedroom games. Not to mention, he needs to grow up. Nicole seeing me so upset, hugs me before taking a seat on the bed. She motions for me to sit next to her and we both stay there just feeling miserable in our situations. After a few minutes, I get up and turn the c.d. player on. Cranking it up, I encourage her to dance with me. Through all the years, I have always found music to be the one thing that made everything a little less worse
Dean opens the door for the police and tells them calmly, "The shooter is over here, I tied him up with the curtain tie back." Pointing to the man in the corner, I watch as Dean and the officer walk over to him. The man stares at the police officer, "Why don't you just get this over with and take me away? My lawyer will have me out in no time." He turns to Dean and says, "You should have killed me while you had the chance." He winks at him and Dean launches at him. The officer grabs ahold of him and forces him to back off, saying forcefully, "You need to leave before I have to put you in jail too and then who will protect these two." He points at Nicole and myself. Having a good point, I can see that it gets through to Dean and he walks over to stand by my side. Putting his arms around me, he kisses me in full view of everyone and while staring deep into my eyes, he says lovingly, "I should have said this sooner, but
After a very long night of discussing the options, I am ready for bed. I look over at Dean and with a cup of coffee in my hand, stand up. Yawning, I stretch and glance at both of Sam and Dean. "Ready to go to bed? If I don't go now, I am going to fall over from exhaustion." Dean stands up and smiles, "I am. I'm just glad that we got this all sorted out. Now that we know what has to be done, it makes it so much easier." Last night, after the cops called, my lawyer did and told me that the shooter admitted he was hired by a lone shark. Apparently, Brad owes a lot of money on gambling debts and when my dad died, he told them that he was going to inherit the company and liquidate it to pay them off. Unfortunately, that didn't pan out and that's why Brad was so willing to change his mind about divorcing me. As long as he would get to sell the company, he didn't care anymore and that meant he would save hi
After the phone call with the attorney, Dean turns to me and asks, "What did he say?" Smiling, I answer, "It's all taken care of. The lone shark is in custody and they are making sure the shooter is put away for good. Now as soon as I am divorced from Brad, I won't ever have to deal with him again." I watch him stand up and put his hands around my waist, hoisting me up. He kisses me and then puts me down, hugging me. He cocks his head, sounding really curious he asks, "What about Brad? Where is he now?" "He is back at the house and I forgot to tell you that I have set up for Marissa to be sent back to her country. Her family has told me that they want to bury her there. I just feel so bad that it had to happen at all. Those bullets were meant for me not her." I say sadly and stare at the floor for a few minutes. "I think I should have a one on one with Brad, to make sure that he really never does a
"Are you alright in there?" I hear like a dream as I open my eyes. It sounds like Brad, but why would he be here unless he has something to do with this again. Staring at Dean with his jeans on, I find myself wondering what just happened? I must have blacked out again and when I came to, Dean had already called the cops. Hearing Brad's voice again, "I took care of the hitman." I watch as he opens the door cautiously before entering. Dean poised to pounce, waits to see what Brad is going to do because he has a gun in his hand too. I look at Brad accusingly and ask, "Did you just shoot him?" He nods and I see Sam walk in behind him. Feeling so thankful that it wasn't her blood on the floor, I rush over and give her a big hug. She stares at me with a shocked look on her face, but then starts to smile. "I was so scared, I thought for sure I was dead and then Brad ran in and shot him dead.&n
"Stop. This is the police, put down your weapons and come out with your hands up!" I hear from outside as the police sirens blaze all around us. As far as I can tell, the shooter is just outside the door and he isn't moving from that spot. I watch the red, blue and white lights as they circle the room from Dean's strong arms. He stares deep into my eyes and says, "I promise, if it's the last thing I do I will protect you." Leaning down he kisses me on the lips and holds me tighter than he ever has. I can tell that he must be scared that if he doesn't, he will lose me forever. A door down the hall is slammed shut and then we hear more gun fire. The glass windows are being broken in the next room over, I can tell because it is so close. Afraid that we won't get out of this alive, I confide in Dean. I say breathlessly, "I have never loved anyone before the way I love you and if given the c
"They moved us to another set of rooms and have several guards posted at the doors. Nicole, I just don't know what to do. Honestly, I have never been so scared in my life of dying." I say to Nicole over the phone. Laying on the bed naked on my belly, Dean rubs my shoulders and then I feel his fingers sofly trail down my spine. He stops just above the dimples in my buttcheeks and traces the outline of my hips, while he stares at me intently. I sigh when he leans down and kisses my butt, smiling as he does. His nails rake down the back of my legs and up again, pausing for a second at the intersection between my thighs and then traveling back up my butt. My hips automatically raise to except him and he makes a funny noise in the back of his throat, before spreading my legs and nestling between my thighs. I feel his fingers rub my nub and the moisture that is spreading between them. Not hearing what Nicole sai
“Mom. Come look at this.” Link rushes over to me and almost falls in the sand right before he reaches me. Everyday, he looks more and more like a Minnie me version of Dean and I love every minute of it. Being so perfect, some days I wonder if I haven’t died and this is my version of heaven. What I do know though, is I wouldn’t change a minute of it for the world. It has been two years since the day Dean came back into our lives, I sit back and think as I watch Dean and Link playing in the sand at the playground. Last year we got married finally and made the whole family thing official. Link started preschool and we are expecting our little girl any day now. Dean decided that he gets to name this one Isabel and I agreed whole heartedly. It is a wonderful name for a vision of beauty. I can already tell that she has a mind of her own because the way she kicks me when she gets too hot, or my music is too loud. She makes me laugh and when I cry, I feel her suddenly move as if s
“Hey, what are you doing over there?” I look to see what Link is doing before I rush over to tickle him. Watching as he pokes his head from under the covers, I grab the sheet and pull it down so I can get to his feet. Wiggling and shrieking, he tries his hardest to escape the “fingers of death”, but eventually I succeed and tickle him till he screams out, “Mommmmmy, stop.” I glance at his face to see him laughing so hard his face is all red and scrunched up. It makes me chuckle and then I watch him laugh so hard he rolls clear off the bed when I grab his ankles and tickle his foot again. This tickle monster knows how to play the game and win. “O.K., O.K., it’s time for bed. Now that we have gotten out all that extra energy, you should be able to fall asleep right away. Or do we need the tickle monster to strike again?” I ask jokingly while tucking him in and stopping to wiggle my fingers. “No
“Did you get the cake?” I ask Johnson quietly, so Nora doesn’t hear. He nods before he picks up the bag from under the table and shows me. Today is Nora’s birthday. She has just turned 32 and is so excited, because Johnson asked her to marry him this morning. The first thing she did as soon as he gave her the ring and proposed, was to say yes and then call me to let me know. Screaming over the phone, I thought she was being murdered, till she finally spit it out. I can’t explain how happy I felt when I found out. She really deserves a happy ending. “Did you bring what I asked you to?” He looks at me nervously. I wink and whisper, “There is absolutely no way I would forget it.” As soon as I say it, Nora walks back in the room. “What are you two whispering about over there? You know that I don’t like secrets or surprises. I have had way too many of both of them today even th
When I wake up in the middle of the night, I turn over and all I find is a handwritten note on the pillow where Donovan was lying before I fell asleep. Turning on the light, I stare at it in disbelief while I read it, “Jenna, all these years I have loved you and because of that, you have ruined my life. I could have had a family with a loving woman, but all I could see was you and I constantly compared her to you. Knowing that she was never going to be good enough, I finally told her and she couldn’t take it, so she left me. Now you know how I feel and the rest of your life is ruined because there is no way any man will ever compare to me. You will spend the rest of your days wanting me and will never find me because there is no way I would ever be with someone so shallow. I hope you get your just rewards and when you go home late tonight, Dean leaves you because he sees you for what you really are. Just a cheap whore that’s looking for a go
Afterwards, we head straight to the motel that Brad and Sam stayed at so there would be less of a chance that they would recognize me. As soon as we check in, we go to the room and before I even shut the door, he grabs me and slams me against the wall feverishly kissing me and sliding his hands up and down my body. Assaulting me with his lips, his eyes peer straight into my soul. We are connected and I will never be able to go back to Dean without feeling remorse for what I have done.The only problem is the simple fact that making love with Dean turned me on endlessly, but Donovan rocks my world. It’s like we connect on a whole new level and knowing how that feels now, I can’t have sex with Dean and not feel that something is missing. This man has ruined me for any other.Closing my eyes for a split second, I see Dean and instantly feel horrible. How can I go on? I can’t marry him now. I just cheated on
Opening the door, I come face to face with Donovan. I barely recognize him, but he still has the same entrancing blue eyes that he did in high school. However, this version of Donovan Montrose is grown up and definitely better looking. At about 6 and a half foot tall, with dirty blonde hair and blue eyes, a completely flawless complexion and a strong jawline, he is picture perfect. Literally like a model who just walked out of GQ. Not to mention, his muscles. He has the physique of a world class athlete. When I stand there staring at him and don’t invite him in right away, he asks, “Am I intruding?” Shaking my head, I reply quickly while motioning him in. “No, not the least. I am just surprised you are here. How did you find me and get in the gate?” “Your gate was wide open, for one thing. As to how I found you, I looked you up in the phone book. The two of you still have a landline.&nb
“Hey, so is 11:30 good for you?” I ask while getting dressed. Waking up late, I try my hardest to get back on schedule, but everything seems to be working against me this morning. “Yeah, that will be perfect.” He says excitedly. I can just imagine he is smiling from ear to ear over the phone like he used to in high school. That boy used to give me the creeps because every time I turned around he was staring at me. All my friends would kid me about my creepy boyfriend and that we should just get a room or something. I really had no clue that he liked me that way, I thought that they were just being idiots. But, the sheer fact that he remembered me after all these years and still gets excited to hear my voice says something strangely. Saying, “See you then.” I end the call and turn to Dean who seems to be not so comfortable with my little lunch date. “Why c
"Get out of here." I yell excitedly into the phone and then burst out laughing. "Yes, really it's me. I saw a newspaper article about your fashion design business and starting thinking about you again. Do you realize in high school, I actually had a huge crush on you?" Donovan, the man on the phone says with a deep male voice. "I had no idea." I reply softly and my voice trails off when I realize that Dean is starting to get really jealous. Not wanting to cause a conflict, I decide to end the call quickly and say, "Hey, can I call you tomorrow? It has been a really long day and I am tired." "Sure. What time?" He asks, sounding a bit put out. "How about 10 a.m.? Then maybe we can have lunch together to talk about all the old times. Does that sound good?" I ask quickly while watching Dean pace around the bedroom. "Yeah. Sounds fine." He states and f
"Don't move!" I hear a policeman scream in the background.I open my eyes and immediately wish that I hadn't, because the next thing I know I am getting body slammed by one of the police officers. "Stay down!" He exclaims before I feel my head being pinned to the ground and my face getting pressed into the pavement. As they handcuff me, I try to stay still so it doesn't hurt so bad.Crying out, I try to say, "Stop, please." However the officer doesn't listen.Being barely able to breathe, I try to take a deep breath and when I can't I start to sob hopelessly. He pulls me up finally by the elbow with one hand and yanks me mid air before placing me on my feet. "Stay still or I will have to do it again. Do you understand me Ms.?"Too concerned with the fact that everything hurts like hell now, I completely miss what he is saying to me so he yanks me around to face him and repeats himself while growling at