As the CEO of Regional Bank, I was a dominant female-a no-nonsense woman, driven to succeed. Every aspect of my life was controlled. Every single one. But at the end of the day, I hadn't figured out why I felt so adrift and unfulfilled. Then, the awakening came-the one role in which I didn't want to dominate, I didn't want to control-and it hit me like a crash of lightning. I realized my need for submission in one area. I wanted-no, needed-someone to control me, to give me the freedom to exist without decisions, and enjoy life under someone else's direction. It had been so long since I'd had it, I couldn't remember what an essential part of me it had truly been.My heart burned for a man who could tame my attitude, who could give me a look and heat the pool between my legs, whose glance sent me to my knees in submission, waiting for instructions. I desired with every fiber of my being to have a man take over, to trust him to care for me and nourish my soul. I dated a guy who had p
I didn't see Dax on Friday or even know if he'd come to see Julie. In fact, I didn't see him again, at all. I hadn't seen him for weeks, which had somehow set me on edge, putting me on high alert. I cursed myself every time I glanced at the door, expecting him, and he didn't pass through it. I'd done this to myself; I'd discarded his advances as though he wasn't worth the time of day. In an attempt to let go of the unreasonable anxiety I felt toward missing a man I didn't know, I decided to go out with my girlfriends. The bar sat on a side road off Main Street running through downtown, and I spent fifteen minutes looking for a place to park. Friday nights were usually pretty busy, but when we closed the bar down, the streets were empty by the time we left. The bartender had cashed out our tabs, and my friends headed out when I called a cab. With them all living in the vicinity of the pub, they hadn't had a need for a designated driver, but I was out in the suburbs and would never ch
A small slit in my eyes provided blurred visibility anytime I tried to open them, but the pain the light caused was only a fraction of discomfort compared to the way my throat burned and the choking sensation that sent me into a panic when I floated in and out. The migraine was worse each time I dared come to, and there wasn't a single part of my body that didn't throb in pain. I prayed to God this wasn't real, that I wasn't lucid, and that this was a nightmare I couldn't wake from. But it had to be reality-it paled in comparison to the beautifully vivid dreams that took me back under. The only part of that plague I didn't try to avoid when I managed to peek out of my slumber was the angel next to me, luring me back into unconsciousness with his songs-an acoustic melody that softly echoed off the walls around me. The guitar hummed a serene tune-one I desperately wanted to hold on to, hear forever, as though it could become a tangible part of my spirit. I took note of the stark
"Kitten, I need you to wake up. Come on, I know you're tired, but the doctor's here to see you to take the tube out." I opened my eyes wider than it seemed I had in years. The swelling had dissipated enough to allow the light to flood through the larger slits between my lids and blind me. But cords connected from my body to God knew what stopped me from shielding my eyes with my arm or hands. I wondered briefly how many machines monitored some aspect of my bodily function. I'd never felt discomfort like what I experienced trying to adjust to the sunshine filling the room. As my pupils contracted, I would have sworn I felt their actual movement and the way they narrowed until I was able to focus. It was surreal and would have been a sensation I wanted to hold on to-the way the world came back into view after days of lost perception-but the migraine surpassed the beauty, and turning my head resulted in agony. When the searing spikes through my skull subsided, I was able to recogniz
Thirty minutes later, the song of my tribe's footsteps clicking down the hall toward my room met my ears. Dax gave me a funny look, and I laughed. He was trying to decide whether to make a break for it or stay put and see what happened. Rachel led the pack. As soon as she stomped through the open door and caught sight of me-ignoring the looming man in our midst-her face went flat. "Jesus Christ, Cameron Pierce! What the hell happened to you?""Fucking A, Rachel. Have some tact!" Piper popped up. She was the oldest of the group-although, only by a couple of years. I envied her. Everything about her screamed perfection, but she was completely immune to it. "Would you two shut up? Check out the man candy. Who the hell is this, Cam?" Charlotte, better known to us as Charlie, was as lesbian as the day was long, but she appreciated the male form as much as the rest of us. All four girls turned to Dax, who stood at their acknowledgment."Dax Cooper," he said, introducing himself to
Dax lived in an old farmhouse on fifty acres of land about ten miles from my house. I hadn't realized solitude could be obtained so nearby-there wasn't a neighbor in sight. It was nothing like I expected from him. Scarlett O'Hara, yes...Dax Cooper, no. The plantation-style home was straight out of a storybook or Southern Living. A huge two-story, pale-yellow house with a dream porch wrapping around the entire perimeter of the lower level didn't fit his personality. But neither did the rocking chairs near the front door, or the huge fans with blades shaped like leaves. There was no denying someone spent an exorbitant amount of time caring for the landscaping out front-stunning flowers in every color, shape, and size imaginable lined the circular drive. Their smell permeated the air sweetly in a way only found in the South. His front yard could have been on the cover of Landscaper's Paradise it was that lush. But the fountain that stood between the driveway and the street drew my atte
The room was as masculine as Dax's but had more personal touches. I wondered why he kept pictures of him with his friends in a guest room and not his own, but men were strange creatures. I recognized him at much younger ages in almost all the photos and smiled at how carefree he seemed. At the end of the dresser sat a frame with what I assumed was him with Jeremy. They were crowd deep in a family cookout, and I recognized a little bitty Julie in Jeremy's arms. Her hair was just as unique then as it was now. When I opened the closet to toss my bag inside, the musty-or maybe stale-smell hit me like a wave of heat. Rollerblades and cleats lined the floor, a body board and skis stood in the corner, and a lifejacket hung on a hanger-alone. Instinctively, I reached up to touch the floatation device, overwhelmed by sadness. But before my fingers met the material, Dax's hand grabbed at my elbow and the bruises surrounding it, pulling it down with more force than necessary. "Don't touch it."
Dax woke me the next morning, clearly having been up for some time. Breakfast was made and waiting for me on the table. "Once you're done eating, you need to get dressed so we can head into town for your appointment."Pulling the covers over my head, I wished the day away. But he just laughed and pulled them back, exposing me to the light and the dawning of reality. "Ugh, Dax, can't we do this another day?""No, baby, we can't. I know you aren't looking forward to it, but it's a necessary evil."An hour later, we were in his truck, driving down the interstate into downtown. The office building and parking garage were nondescript, and I silently followed Dax to the elevator and up to the third floor. His hand was warm in mine but felt like it kept me grounded, refusing to let me float away. I was barely cognizant of going through the motions checking in and taking a seat to wait. The gentle squeeze he offered was an attempt to reassure my racing heart and anxious mind. Hearing
Six months ago, I moved back home. I thought things would be simple. I figured once I was physically back where I needed to be, everything else would just fall back into place. It didn't. It took work, lots of fucking work, and continues to take work daily.Emotionally, Piper was in a far worse place than any of us realized. She had developed abandonment issues and separation anxiety, not just with me but everyone she's close to. The great thing about working at a crisis center is the resources available to her. Just like Cam, Shelly has become her confidante. They meet a couple times a week, and together, we're all working on putting our relationships back together. It's a slow process and maybe one we'll work on for the rest of our lives. I'm just thankful to have the chance to do it. Whenever I see Shelly, I wonder if she comprehends just how many times she's really saved one of the Cooper boys' asses. Our journey through treatment is made a little more difficult in the last fe
Waking up, still wrapped in Moby's arms, his nose nestled near my ear, I stare out the same window that brought so much disdain yesterday, and wonder if it's possible the world has righted itself and is back on the correct axis.Twenty-four hours ago, the same sun shone through the same glass onto the same face, but its warmth did nothing other than start the repeat of another mundane, dismal day. Today it holds promise and wonder.I observe the clouds move as the light becomes brighter, not wanting to wake my sleeping husband, and instead opt to just enjoy the dawning of a new day.He begins to stir beside me, but I'm unable to tell if he's still in the throws of sleep or going to attempt to join me in the wake of the morning. He answers my unasked question by nudging his hard member against my butt, just letting me know he's there. His smile moves across my neck as he begins to scatter soft kisses over my skin.As his hands begin to wander, I tense in the apprehension of his
I don't have the energy for this. Between last night and today, I'm out of fuel to pretend like I give a shit anymore. I refuse to perpetuate a sham of happiness in my own home. I have no idea why Moby came back here, but if it's to rub my nose in how content he is, I wish he would've saved it for another day. Collapsing on the couch, I stuff my hands in my hoodie pockets, finding the little memento someone so graciously sent me. I haven't had time to really study it, but from the quick peeks I've taken, it's stunning. I rub my thumb over the inscription using it to soothe my weary soul.I watch in awe as Moby strolls across the room, not a single sign of the stroke visible. Whatever he's been doing for the last five weeks worked. He looks fantastic, and his confidence is soaring once again. I fight the attraction I feel seeing the man I married emerge again. It will only end in heartache. When he takes a seat across from me, I know this conversation is going to be more than I can
Knocking on the door to the dressing room to keep from startling her, she calls out to come in.Looking up from her hands, I find she already changed clothes and is back in her hoodie and jeans. It must be eighty degrees outside but I imagine with as little body fat as she's currently carrying around she likely stays cold. When she sees me, she stuffs her hands in the pocket of her sweatshirt in an attempt to hide whatever she was focused on before I interrupted."Are you ready to go home?""Yeah, I'm just getting my stuff. Do you want to meet me there?""No, my car's already at the house. Dax picked me up there this afternoon."She's confused and doesn't understand this has been my plan since she walked out of the hospital. Well, right after Dax and I got into a screaming match, and he punched me in the face. After that, this became my plan.She doesn't resist or argue just rises to her feet, grabs her purse and garment bag. I take the dress from her, holding the door open
I've never been more thankful in my entire life that Piper and I eloped. I cannot imagine having corralled people the way we have been tonight. I realize it's a huge crowd, but we are people, not sheep. Every moment of the evening has been precisely planned by either Cam or her wedding guru, who seems more like a drill sergeant than an event coordinator. At the very least, there's no way I could possibly be sitting at another table.When guests begin to take their seats after the cocktail hour, I finally spot her. My heart breaks. Brooks was right. There's almost nothing left of my soul mate. She looks like a skeleton. The skin barely hangs on her body. This didn't all happen in the last month. Looking back, I knew she was losing weight-and not in a healthy way-but I was so consumed by my own turmoil I didn't recognize how serious things were. The last month has just about killed her. I doubt she weighs a hundred pounds. The constriction of my chest makes it hard to breathe. My on
"Brooks!" I chase after my brother the moment Piper's out of sight."Yeah, bro, what's up?""Did you not give her the gift?""Of course. Just like you told me to. Why?""She's cold. She won't even look at me. You guys promised me this was temporary. I've worked my ass off day in and day out trying to prove myself. Why's she brushing me off?" I'm trying not to blow a gasket, but I'm out of options. I don't have any more tricks up my sleeve. I played the only hand I have. For the last five weeks, I've worked out for grueling hours a day, each of my brothers and her friends adding something to the daily regime. I've been in the gym with my buddies and co-workers who've pushed me harder than I ever pushed when I was healthy. There've been days I worked out more than I slept. My muscles have ached, I've been tired as hell, but I stayed focused to show her how much I love her and that I'm committed as fuck. I haven't reached out one time, there've been nights I took my phone to
Helping grab all the bride's accouterments, we traipse inside, bogged down with more crap than any one person should have. Her hair and makeup are already done, I can't imagine what the hell is in her arsenal, but leave it to Cam to be prepared for any situation. "How do you want to do this, Cam?" Rachel asks after hanging the bags around the room."My mom's bringing in the flowers just before we walk, so really all we need to do is get dressed, right?"I'm just along for the ride. I'll do whatever I'm told."So you guys go ahead and change. I'll do what I can on my own but once I put the gown on you'll have to button it and lace it up."None of us, to my knowledge, have even seen Cam's dress. She's kept it a highly guarded secret, so unless it's made a debut in the last couple weeks, we're all in for a treat.Each of us busies ourselves with lingerie, pantyhose, dresses, and high heels. Every head in the room turns to the door when a knock comes.Sutton gasps when her s
Waking to the sun shining through the windows, the haze-filled rays warm my skin, the illusion of a beautiful day beaming in. I lie in bed, having stared out into the same creation day after day, I force myself to get up and brave the world. Showering, shaving, and donning the most comfortable clothes I believe I can get away with in the spa we're scheduled to meet Cam at, I put on a fake smile, grab my dress, and get in the car. Mentally trying to prepare myself to pretend I'm enjoying my time with my friends, I blast the radio, singing along to the hottest music I can find, but it does little to lighten my mood. The ride is over too quickly, and before I know it, I'm staring at the entrance, my Fish staring back at me. They're waiting for me to get out of the car to go in together. Deep breath in. Deep breath out. Repeat.Grabbing the handle, I swing the car door open, plastering my face with a smile that swears I'm happy to be here. They greet me warmly. My girls seem to
The dress is better than anything I could've ever dreamed and so much prettier than the original. I haven't bothered mentioning it to Cam and doubt she'll notice when the time comes. I figure it's best not to acknowledge it, stressing her out even more than I assume she already is. She took yesterday and today off work and all of next week for their honeymoon, but I'll see her, and everyone else, tonight at the rehearsal dinner. I'm dreading the entire thing, which pains me. I've been looking forward to Cam's wedding for years, even though we didn't have a groom. Not just hers but all the Fish. I've wanted to watch my friends take the next step, open the next chapter in their lives, each of them. Somehow, the last year seems to have taken all that joy away, sucked it right out from under me. Not only is the joy no longer there but it's been replaced with apprehension and fear. My friends haven't talked to me since I left Moby, even though they all agreed it was what I needed to d