Our gazes locked, but he said nothing. Instead he drained the remaining liquid from his glass and gently sat it on my desk. “For the life of me, I can’t figure that one out. I mean, my wife of all people.”
“You mean your ex-wife, right? Taylor? Exactly what do you think I did to her?” he asked with a smirk.
It took everything I had in me to keep from punching that smug ass look from his face. “You’re right, Bryan, my ex-wife. So let’s be honest here, there’s no reason to cover it up anymore. Taylor said you attacked her that night, you denied it; what really happened before we came in your office,” I said. I never doubted Taylor. I always knew she would never betray me like that, but I thought I’d grown tired of her. I felt emasculated because financially she wore
Mimi It'd been two days since I'd seen Taylor out with Julian. For the life of me, I couldn't see what she saw in him. I mean, sure, he had that whole tall, dark, and handsome thing going on, but he just didn't fit her. The only conclusion I came to was that she was just hurt. Izza and Aaron had pushed her to this by constantly abusing her emotions. "If you're going to keep sulking over this, you might as well tell him," Ricco said. "What are you talking about? I'm not sulking over anything," I scowled as I looked at him. He sat at the kitchen table, reading the newspaper and waiting for me to finish cooking. Michel and Gigi sat with him, eating cereal because they were too impatient to wait for food. Brats. "Mom, something's on your mind, or you wouldn't be burning the bacon and ruining the eggs," Michel said. "Shit!" I frowned down at the charred slices of bacon. Bastards were fine two seconds ago. "Mom
Taylor I’d already ignored a number I didn’t recognize twice from my cell phone, when Blake got a call from Damon. Aaron had been calling me since Friday night, so I assumed it was him until Blake had said otherwise. “So, Izza wants you to answer your phone,” she said after she hung up with Damon. I actually contemplated answering then decided to turn it off completely. I’d had enough of men for one weekend, especially ones who couldn’t make up their minds. Our food finally arrived and Blakely continued making fun of my disastrous night with Julian. “Only you could attract someone like him,” she said with a laugh.
TaylorIsaac refused to let me go anywhere other than in his car. He didn’t even care that I actually drove to the restaurant or that police cars were approaching as we stood there arguing about me riding with him. For some insane reason I really didn’t want him to go to jail, so I reluctantly got in his car. How he would handle the witnesses and all the people he pissed off was his problem.“How was your weekend?” he asked as he drove away.I stared out the window. I was sure he didn’t just destroy an entire restaurant to ask me how my weekend was.“Are you still ignoring me?” he asked, disbelief coloring his tone.“Isaac, I had you pegged for a more rational person…quite possibly a sociopath, but at least rational. Now I see how wrong I was,” I said.“Really?! A sociopath?! You don’t think I’m capable of all emotions?” he asked.
BlakelyTaylor hadn’t said a word since we made it to the hospital. Mimi had already checked her for injuries three times, but still refused to release her until Isaac got there. How does one man have so much power over so many people? Damon disappeared an hour after we got here. He left me his car keys and strict instructions to go to his house when we left.“Are you feeling any better?” Mimi asked Taylor as she checked her blood pressure for the fourth time.“There’s nothing to feel better about. I told you I was fine when you got here. All I had was a headache and that’s gone,” Taylor responded.Mimi’s response was on the tip of her tongue, but she stifled it when Izza appeared. Where the hell did he come from?“Finally! Can I leave now? I didn’t really plan on spending my day at the hospital,” Taylor said.“You’re bleeding,” Mimi
AaronTaylor hadn’t answered or returned any of my calls and neither had Leah. I could accept Leah. Taylor was an entirely different story. She never ignored me; never shut me out. Even when I deserved it the most, she was still always there; still willing to please. To not have that now seemed foreign. Her no longer wanting me, no longer willing to have anything to do with me didn’t work for me. Not to mention it hurt like hell on crack. Unacceptable. Seeing Izza’s car in the driveway when I get to her house was even more unacceptable. Why is he even still alive? He should have been dead a long time ago. I should have known Bryan’s help would be worthless. I steeled myself for the confrontation that I knew would be inevitable and knocked on the door. When no one answered I repeatedly push the button for the doorbell.Knowing he was here didn’t prepare me for him actually answering the door. Anger, embarr
TaylorI’d called Julian at least twenty times, but he hadn’t answered. I needed answers and he needed to give them to me. My heart told me that there was no way he would willingly put my life in danger like this, but my mind told me otherwise. If Isaac knew then Julian had to have known. And if he knew, I would kill him. No, death would be too much mercy for him. I didn’t quite know what I’d do, but dammit he would definitely suffer. If he knew and still risked me, I wanted his fucking heart on a stake and I wouldn’t rest until I got it.This shower was supposed to help me relax. I’d been kidnapped again by Isaac, but I didn’t fight him this time so I guess it couldn’t be called kidnapping. He’d left a towel and told me clothes were on the bed for me. I took my time getting dressed, trying desperately to clear my thoughts of murdering Julian, Aaron trying to weasel his way back in, and mos
TaylorA bang, loud enough to be heard through my closed bedroom door, echoed through the house jerking me awake. Scanning the bedroom, I waited for another sound as my heart beat wildly in my chest. Moonlight filtered through the thin curtains and in a sleepy haze I wondered why I hadn’t closed the heavy drapes. I knew it was Aaron coming home late again, but my brain wasn’t functioning logically just yet, so I held my breath and waited. His voice shouldn’t have surprised me, but it did. “Taylor! Where the hell is my dinner?” I scrambled from the bed, but my feet tangled in a mess of sheets and blankets and I crashed to the floor. Gasping, I tried to ignore the throbbing in my wrist and hip and slipped my robe on as I limped down the flight of stairs. That would definitely l
Blakely Two beautiful mocha colored breasts with dark chocolate nipples, begged to be freed from the captivity of Jamie’s purple see through bra. I took my time releasing them, savoring the feel of them against my lips, the tips puckered into tight buds as I lavished them with my tongue. “I missed you. Why’d you stay away for so long?” Jamie mumbled as she twirled a lock of my hair. She knew exactly why and if she brought it up again I’d stay away even longer. I kept my focus on her breasts, nipping the stiff peak with my teeth, in an attempt to ignore her, but she wouldn’t let up. “Just tell me what’s so wrong with me wanting you to myself, Blake? It seems pretty reasonable to me. It’s the way relationships are supposed to work
TaylorI’d called Julian at least twenty times, but he hadn’t answered. I needed answers and he needed to give them to me. My heart told me that there was no way he would willingly put my life in danger like this, but my mind told me otherwise. If Isaac knew then Julian had to have known. And if he knew, I would kill him. No, death would be too much mercy for him. I didn’t quite know what I’d do, but dammit he would definitely suffer. If he knew and still risked me, I wanted his fucking heart on a stake and I wouldn’t rest until I got it.This shower was supposed to help me relax. I’d been kidnapped again by Isaac, but I didn’t fight him this time so I guess it couldn’t be called kidnapping. He’d left a towel and told me clothes were on the bed for me. I took my time getting dressed, trying desperately to clear my thoughts of murdering Julian, Aaron trying to weasel his way back in, and mos
AaronTaylor hadn’t answered or returned any of my calls and neither had Leah. I could accept Leah. Taylor was an entirely different story. She never ignored me; never shut me out. Even when I deserved it the most, she was still always there; still willing to please. To not have that now seemed foreign. Her no longer wanting me, no longer willing to have anything to do with me didn’t work for me. Not to mention it hurt like hell on crack. Unacceptable. Seeing Izza’s car in the driveway when I get to her house was even more unacceptable. Why is he even still alive? He should have been dead a long time ago. I should have known Bryan’s help would be worthless. I steeled myself for the confrontation that I knew would be inevitable and knocked on the door. When no one answered I repeatedly push the button for the doorbell.Knowing he was here didn’t prepare me for him actually answering the door. Anger, embarr
BlakelyTaylor hadn’t said a word since we made it to the hospital. Mimi had already checked her for injuries three times, but still refused to release her until Isaac got there. How does one man have so much power over so many people? Damon disappeared an hour after we got here. He left me his car keys and strict instructions to go to his house when we left.“Are you feeling any better?” Mimi asked Taylor as she checked her blood pressure for the fourth time.“There’s nothing to feel better about. I told you I was fine when you got here. All I had was a headache and that’s gone,” Taylor responded.Mimi’s response was on the tip of her tongue, but she stifled it when Izza appeared. Where the hell did he come from?“Finally! Can I leave now? I didn’t really plan on spending my day at the hospital,” Taylor said.“You’re bleeding,” Mimi
TaylorIsaac refused to let me go anywhere other than in his car. He didn’t even care that I actually drove to the restaurant or that police cars were approaching as we stood there arguing about me riding with him. For some insane reason I really didn’t want him to go to jail, so I reluctantly got in his car. How he would handle the witnesses and all the people he pissed off was his problem.“How was your weekend?” he asked as he drove away.I stared out the window. I was sure he didn’t just destroy an entire restaurant to ask me how my weekend was.“Are you still ignoring me?” he asked, disbelief coloring his tone.“Isaac, I had you pegged for a more rational person…quite possibly a sociopath, but at least rational. Now I see how wrong I was,” I said.“Really?! A sociopath?! You don’t think I’m capable of all emotions?” he asked.
Taylor I’d already ignored a number I didn’t recognize twice from my cell phone, when Blake got a call from Damon. Aaron had been calling me since Friday night, so I assumed it was him until Blake had said otherwise. “So, Izza wants you to answer your phone,” she said after she hung up with Damon. I actually contemplated answering then decided to turn it off completely. I’d had enough of men for one weekend, especially ones who couldn’t make up their minds. Our food finally arrived and Blakely continued making fun of my disastrous night with Julian. “Only you could attract someone like him,” she said with a laugh.
Mimi It'd been two days since I'd seen Taylor out with Julian. For the life of me, I couldn't see what she saw in him. I mean, sure, he had that whole tall, dark, and handsome thing going on, but he just didn't fit her. The only conclusion I came to was that she was just hurt. Izza and Aaron had pushed her to this by constantly abusing her emotions. "If you're going to keep sulking over this, you might as well tell him," Ricco said. "What are you talking about? I'm not sulking over anything," I scowled as I looked at him. He sat at the kitchen table, reading the newspaper and waiting for me to finish cooking. Michel and Gigi sat with him, eating cereal because they were too impatient to wait for food. Brats. "Mom, something's on your mind, or you wouldn't be burning the bacon and ruining the eggs," Michel said. "Shit!" I frowned down at the charred slices of bacon. Bastards were fine two seconds ago. "Mom
Our gazes locked, but he said nothing. Instead he drained the remaining liquid from his glass and gently sat it on my desk. “For the life of me, I can’t figure that one out. I mean, my wife of all people.” “You mean your ex-wife, right? Taylor? Exactly what do you think I did to her?” he asked with a smirk. It took everything I had in me to keep from punching that smug ass look from his face. “You’re right, Bryan, my ex-wife. So let’s be honest here, there’s no reason to cover it up anymore. Taylor said you attacked her that night, you denied it; what really happened before we came in your office,” I said. I never doubted Taylor. I always knew she would never betray me like that, but I thought I’d grown tired of her. I felt emasculated because financially she wore
Taylor“Sure,” Julian replied with reluctance. “I’ll go ahead and pay the bill and have them bring the car around.” I gave him a smile and watched as he sulked away. “How can I put this…Izza has a lot of layers, like an onion, maybe even a double or triple onion. However, once you get through all those layers, you find this really amazing and wonderful, loyal to no end, go through hell and back for you, give you the world kind of guy. And getting through those layers takes for-freaking-ever, but you, you came out of nowhere and it was instant, he was automatically open to you.” “Oh, is that what you’d call it? Because we must not be talking about the same person. Isaac has
Blakely Two months had passed since the news of Jacob’s death began circulating and the authorities still had no leads. They wouldn’t find any. I was initially a suspect, but Isaac managed to place me at the movies at the time of death. Witnesses even corroborated my alibi. Jacob’s decapitated and charred remains were discovered among the ash of our burnt down home. I didn’t know how, but I managed to be okay with this situation. I should have been losing my mind. I should have been a total wreck, but I wasn’t. I was almost perfectly fine. A distant voice told me I should report everything to the cops, but I ignored it. Instead I focused on Damon. There was something about him; something that pulled me in, no matter how hard I tried to resist. When nightmares woke me up in the middle of the night – almost perfect - it was him I called and him who wo