“Miles…” Emotion overflows within my heart. There are so many things I want to say, to express – my gratitude, my own affections, explanations about why this has been so difficult for me to accept – yet in the moment, everything gets tangled up in my throat. “Miles…” My tears fall from my chee
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
“Miles…” Emotion overflows within my heart. There are so many things I want to say, to express – my gratitude, my own affections, explanations about why this has been so difficult for me to accept – yet in the moment, everything gets tangled up in my throat. “Miles…” My tears fall from my chee
I don’t know what to say, especially not in front of the publicist, so I softly ask her if Miles and I can be alone for a minute. Gladys, smiling, looks between the two of us. When Miles nods in agreement, she grabs her veggie slush drink and heads out of the office. Miles and I stand out of polit
Miles doesn’t laugh. He doesn’t get angry. Instead, his eyes soften somewhat and he reaches forward to take my hand. “Esther,” he says my name so gently, so reverently, that it punches the air from my lungs. “You and I are it.” It’s so simple, so sweet, that I have to ask, “What do you mean?” Be
Hugo sets up a meeting for Daphne and me with one of the best lawyers in town, Mr. Geoffrey. Hugo knows this man personally, and as such, knows that he holds no love for Edward. “I have a really strong nose for bullshit,” Mr. Geoffrey says upon our first meeting. By now, he knows why we’ve come, s
Miles being here isn’t likely to make things better for Daphne, but he’s no longer answering my calls and texts. He’s probably already in his car, driving over here at top speed. With a sigh, I return to the living room, where Daphne is wrapped up in several blankets. “Miles is coming here, isn’
Hugo didn’t like my plan of walking straight up to the Zimmer house and knocking on the door, but it was the best I could think of at the time. By that evening, I still hadn’t come up with anything better. So the next morning, after telling Miles I will be arriving late, but not telling him why, I
The next morning, my face is all over the internet. The video of me aggressively defending Miles outside of the club has gone viral which, as I read through all the comments on the video, has only increased speculation about the relationship between Miles and me. Some of the comments are praising
Cynthia is always ready for anything, so after a quick phone call, we are both standing outside of a club, waiting to get in. Cynthia’s certain her connections will get us through the door, but due to fire code safety, we physically cannot enter until two other people leave. This leaves us standin
“I’m not sure it’s necessary to come forward, despite what Mr. Anders says,” Esther says. Miles freezes. Esther is a very private person, so he thought she might feel this way. Yet it still hurts in his chest to hear her say the words. He has no shame regarding his relationship with Esther. He’d