“You are the love of my life.” He says.“I love you.” I moan back, feeling his cock throb inside of me at my response.He smiles against my skin, still fucking me slowly.Hell, I don’t even think that I can call this fucking.No, no.This is what I picture when someone says ‘making love’.Slowly, our orgasms rise, until we’re both screaming each others names and kissing feverishly.After he releases his seed deep inside of me, he wipes my stray hairs from my face, tucking t
Oh shit. I fucking hate when Caroline cries. It feels like my heart is breaking apart, like something inside of me has gone array. “Baby, hey. You’re okay, Caroline.” I say, wrapping my arms around her small frame. She cries in my arms, sniffling slightly. “I know, I know. Trust me, I’m not sad right now. Fuck, I’m anything but sad. I’m happy. I’m so fucking happy right now.” She pauses, letting out a sob as she pulls away to look up at me, her hands resting on my shoulders as she stares up at me with so much vulnerability in her eyes. “And that makes me scared.”I stare down at her in bewilderment. “Scared? Why would being happy make you scared?” She shakes her head, her tears now streaming down her face silently. “It’s not that I’m scared of being happy. I’m scared that everything will just… disappear, or something. Like something bad is just going to happen, like it always happens. I feel like we can never catch a fucking break, you know?”She sniffles, wiping her tears quietl
“That shit really changed me. I had to cut everyone off. I had to literally fake my own death. Just to protect what little remaining family I have. And my friends? Fuck, it sucked leaving them. Especially Amanda. I was still a kid, and instead of dating and going to parties and shit, I was stuck at home, too terrified to really leave my home, in a new state, with no one. And then you guys came into my life.” I pause, staring into his eyes, wishing to convey all of my thoughts in simpler ways. “And you guys fucking changed me. Fuck, meeting you guys is probably the best thing that could have happened to me. I’m not that scared, cowering little girl anymore. This life that I am building, that we are building. It’s the best fucking thing to me. We are going to decorate our forever home. We are going to have the twins.” Nicks smile wi
I sigh loudly as I look over the paperwork in front of me, trying to make sense of everything.When Jameson had called me to come get an update on the situation with Sara, I was more than tempted to simply stay in bed with Caroline.Things were finally falling back into place, and I feel like we’re finally going to be starting our life together.But could we truly start a new life with Caroline, when we haven’t dealt with the problem that is Sara?I mean, of course we could.But I think we would all feel the tension that comes from the unknown, from not knowing what’s the truth about her, about what happened, about what she wants.
When I get out of the shower, I take a moment and stare at myself in the mirror. Long, blonde hair. Small freckles across my face. Green eyes. Full lips. My eyes glide down my face to stare down my body. They settle on my belly. Turning in the mirror, I take note of the small bump that I’m sporting. Fuck. I still cannot believe that I’m actually pregnant. I think back to when I had been kidnapped a few years ago. While they held me hostage, the men had made several comments that made it clear that they would, eventually, do more than just torture me. They had promised to eventually assault me. To put a kid in me, one of them had said. Even after the whole situation, the idea of having a kid terrified me. Because every time I thought about having a kid, I would think about what they did to me, about what they wanted to do to me. I had always wanted to be a mother before I was kidnapped. But those men took those wants from me. They took so fucking much from me. Lookin
I cup his cheek more fully, gaining his attention once more.“First of all, let me just say that you are absolutely allowed to feel whatever type of feeling. Don't ever let anyone tell you that you can't. You are entitled to your fucking feelings. And im so fucking sorry that i have ever made you feel like i loved you less, because i dont. Not at all, antonio. The love that i have for both you and nick is not only so fucking strong, but its equal. I'm going to try and do my part on trying to make sure you know that, every day. Okay?”Tony nods, his smile returning. “Okay.”Nick stands up from his spot on the couch and joins where we are standing.“And maybe, you can work a little bit on your own self esteem, tony?” Nick suggests, squee
“But do you guys?” I ask them, staring between the both of them, trying as hard as possible to keep myself from feeling that familiar streak of jealousy shoot through me.Tony reaches over to grab my hand in his. “Baby, no. We love you. Only you.”I grip his hand back in mine. “I know you guys do. And I love you guys so much, too. And I know that you guys will never, ever do anything to ever hurt me again.” Pausing to take a deep breath, I look between the both of them before continuing. “But you guys knew her for a long time. You guys were married to her. And while your feelings for her weren’t romantic, you guys had to have cared about her. Are you telling me that you guys don’t at least
“Fine. We will be there within the hour.” He ends the call, turning to face us right away. “That was the lawyer we were sent to. She said we have to go in person to speak to her about the marriage shit with us and with Sara.”I suck in a breath, letting it out as I ponder on what to say. “Okay. So we have to go right now?”He nods, his eyes moving over my face, trying to gauge my reaction.I stand up and face them. “Well, then let’s get going. I need to get an actual outfit, and then we gotta get that shit handled. Cuz, like, what if you guys are actually still married to her or something?”“We will get a divorce. Right away.” Tony says, grabbing one of my hands.
They don't want me to leave for another three days, just so they can have me pumped up with drugs and speak to all of their expensive, annoying psychologists. They said they would only lift the hold and discharge me if a family member comes to get me. They don't want to be responsible for me if I end up trying to end my own life.”“You're coming home with me, rory. Don't worry, okay?”She goes to respond when the door opens with an audible click and the guard steps back inside. “Your visitation time has ended.”I dont move, instead I tilt my head at the guard. “Please have the doctor come and have them bring her discharge paperwork.”The guard shakes their head and instead simply walks back out, this time not even bothering to lock the door. “Should we run?” Cordessa asks, staring between me and the door.Laughing, I squeeze her hand with my own. “No, rory. No more running. From either of us.”She smiles up at me, her eyes still leaking fat tears.The process of getting Cordessa dis
“While you were busy looking for me, I was busy trying to forget about you.”Cordessas face falls, clearly not liking my words. Again, she tries to hide her face from me, so I turn it back to face me.“If i had looked for you, if i had kept an eye on you, then i wouldn't have been able to leave you alone. I would have reached out, and you deserved better than someone who could never be in your life again. You deserved better than what I could have given you then.”“And now?” she asks, her voice that of a child, full of both fear and hope.Stroking her hair from her face, I stare down at her with a smile. “Now, I'm going to take you home with me. If that's what you want.” She smiles widely, her smile so beautiful it throws me off. While I've always taken after my mom, she's always been more similar to my dad. Her smile is no different. It had always been our dads smile. “Yeah, I think I would like that. I hate being here.”I look around the room, realizing that the rest of the room i
As the guard walks to the door after searching me, I can't help but take a few calming breaths to try and ease my nerves.Im about to see her, my sister, after how fucking long? How in the world am I supposed to even feel right now?“You will only have about fifteen minutes with her until you will have to leave.” the guard says while unlocking and opening the door. I slide into the room, sucking in a breath when I see the figure curled up in bed.She's facing the window, her body wrapped around itself in the fetal position. Her sobs are filled with emotion, yet slightly muffled by her face being pressed into the thin pillow under her head.“Cordessa?” I whisper out, jumping slightly when the door closes and locks behind me.shit , i hadn't expected the door to be locked behind me.Fuck.Cordessa doesn't respond, likely not hearing my silent whisper over the sound of her own sobs.I take a tentative step towards the bed, towards her, feeling my heart break as I watch her break.“Rory
My mom grabs my hands and silently pulls me to the cabinets, the phone still pressed against her ear, her eyes wide. She slides open one of the cabinets and directs me into it. I climb in carefully, wincing as I feel the wood against my skin. I settle into the very back of the cabinet, my legs pressed against my chest, and try my hardest not to burst out crying. What’s going to happen right now? Why in the world are they here right now? “I’m going to put these pans and pots in front of you so that no one can see you. Okay?” My mom whispers. I can hear banging on the door, and my father yelling. “Mommy? What’s going to happen?” I ask, feeling a few tears begin to spill down my cheeks. “Nothing. The police are on their way, and will be here in less than five minutes. But I can’t let anything happen to you, my sweet girl. So stay in here, and don’t make any noise. And no matter what you hear, or see, do not get out of here until the police arrive.”I nod, taking a few deep breaths
“It's not your fault, daddy. Please dont cry.” i wrap my arms around him slowly, not wanting to hurt myself any further.He carefully hugs me back, his arms around my back very loosely so as to not move the bandages covering my skin.“I will never forgive myself, mija.”“Well too bad, because you haven't done anything wrong. And even if you had, I would have forgiven you a long time ago.”My mom joins us and sits next to me on the couch, fresh tears sliding down her face. “I am so happy that you are safe, corinna.”“It feels weird being back, to be honest.” I say, while leaning back against the couch carefully, wincing
Even after my mom told me that her father and his family were Greek, I never looked into it. I've always felt like if he wanted to have a relationship with either her or me, he could reach out to us himself. Of course, now he has no way of ever having a relationship with my mom.No one will ever be able to talk to her again.At least when I die, I'll be able to know that she died knowing that I loved her.“How can I help you?” the nurse at the front desk asks, staring up at me and the twins, who stand so close to me that I can feel their body heat.“Im looking for Cordessa Ayala.” I say, biting my bottom lip.She scrolls through a tablet in front of her.“And your relationship to the patient?” she asks, looking up at me.“I'm her sister.”She asks for my ID, and makes a visitor badge for me before staring at the twins. I immediately put the sticker on my shirt.“And you guys?” she asks, raising her eyebrow.“We are married to Caroline.” Nicholas says, crossing his own arms.“Unfortun
Walking into the hospital, i have so many different emotions going through me, and all at the same time.Im about to be seeing her.Cordessa.My sister.The only family i have left.Well, besides the twins in my stomach, of course.Cordessa Ayala.I remember when i asked my mom why she had named us Corinna and Cordessa.Mom laughs as the words tumbled out of my mouth.“What do you mean by asking me those questions, sweetheart? Do you not like your name?” she asks me, her bright blue green eyes darting over to face me for
What the fuck happened?When I was out into the witness protection program, the only reason Cordessa wasn’t put in it with me was because she wasn’t even at the home with us. My parents had sent her to a family friend in San Diego, California, when I had gone missing. They wanted to be able to focus their entire attention on me. She was only a year younger than me.When the car accident happened, and I was found, my parents had been so elated, so happy, that I was alive.A part of me had broken, but they had gotten me back.They had been planning on bringing Cordessa back home after everything settled down.They never got the chance.
“They? Who are you talking about, Caroline? And who is that on the phone? What’s happening, baby?” Nick asks, slipping off of the bed and coming to stand near me.I raise a hand up to him, silently asking for some space.“The men who kidnapped me. You guys said you knew where they were, that you guys had eyes on them. Is that still true?”They exchange glances, but I do not have time for that right now.“Please just answer the question, Nick. Please.” My voice cracks at the end, and I close my eyes for a moment, trying to keep the tears at b