They came closer to us, boxing us in, that uncomfortable hunger in their eyes, the kind I had grown horribly familiar with. Frightened, Daphne and I ran back into the orphanage. Edward was waiting for us in the hallway. “Never question me,” he said. “Don’t you see that I’m the only one keeping y
At my husband's promotion party to CEO, I accidentally saw my sister Thea's leg rubbing suggestively against his suit pants. She was in a mini skirt with sheer black stockings showing off her slim legs. Ane me? As a 34-year-old stay-at-home mom, I was stuck in a conservative, oversized coat to a
My heartbeat thunders in my ears. Every inch of my skin touching his warms pleasantly, and so do my cheeks, once I realize how long I’ve been staring. I push against this man’s rock-hard chest, but he doesn’t loosen his hold. “Let me go,” I say once, and then again louder, to be heard over the p
Miles complies at once. Crashing our lips together, he easily coaxes my mouth open and licks his tongue inside. He hobbles over to the bed, then slowly lowers me down onto it, all without breaking our kiss. We come up for air a moment, and use that time to reposition ourselves. I elbow my way up t
“Tell me everything,” Cynthia says as she bursts like a whirlwind through my front door. Garnar left for work with zero explanation about his reasoning for neither of us to go to Father’s golf event. I was so annoyed, that I needed someone to vent to. Two minutes into a phone conversation, Cynthia
“Esther Owens, is that you?” Paige asks through the phone. “It’s Esther Graham, remember? I’m married to Garnar Graham.” Paige made this same mistake every time I spoke with her. Owens is my maiden name. Paige didn’t know me back before I was married, but her closeness to my father always lends
I duck back around the corner before Miles can notice me. When I heard the Hamilton name, I thought it was a coincidence. Even now, having seen with my own eyes, I couldn’t quite believe my eyes. How can a representative be a call boy? Or… is this all some kind of horrible misunderstanding? God,
Garnar’s face grows progressively redder, so red in fact, that he resembles a cherry tomato. Miles, meanwhile, boyishly grins. “Surely you know which of these women is your wife?” Garnar glances from Thea to me and back again. It’s kind of fun, watching him squirm. People tend to get under his s