Taylor
“Are you fucking him?” Aaron yelled as he stormed into my office.
“I really don’t want to hurt you Aaron,” Joey said as he grabbed him from behind.
I was beginning to think Joey didn’t get the concept of people being kept in the lobby until I said otherwise. While I honestly didn’t mind it with Isaac, Aaron was definitely not on the welcome at any time list.
“Fuck you, Joey. She’s still my wife, I can talk to her whenever I want,” Aaron said as he roughly pushed him away. “And you have this damn job because I recommended you, so stay in your place.”
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Isaac By the time I made it to Taylor’s office she was already there and surprisingly waiting outside for me. Then again, maybe that shouldn’t have been surprising. “Will I get towed if I park here?” I asked after getting out of my car. I was headed to the parking garage, but I couldn’t just let her stand out in the cold waiting for me. “You won’t be here long enough,” she said. Well, damn. “Are you asking me to leave?” “That’s their job,” she said as she glanced behind her.
Taylor The police had been crawling all over the office and our houses for almost two weeks now. We had to spin a story of a jealous ex-husband hiring someone to kill me. As a favor for not letting his wife leave him high and dry, the chief of police ordered twenty-four hour surveillance for me. Yesterday he called to tell me the threat was no longer present so I should be fine. The surveillance had been a blessing as well as a curse. Aaron was forced to comply with the restraining order I had against him, but I might as well have had one against Isaac too. It was funny how I’d spent the last seven years of my life completely engulfed in Aaron, but it was Isaac I missed. Technically, I’d only spent a few hours with him. Well, technically, I should hate him. And technically, only a bottle of wine would solve these nagging problems. I locked my office and headed downstairs.
TaylorSomeone calling my name woke me up. I cracked my eyes open with a groan. Isaac was sitting next to me on the bed. “Come ride with me,” he said when he saw I was awake. Didn’t I let him sleep? Whatever happened to do unto others? I pulled the blanket over my head and he laughed. “I know you’re hungry, I heard your stomach growling in your sleep,” he said. “That would imply that you were sitting there watching me sleep…not creepy at all,” I said. “Why didn’t you wake me up?” he asked.&
TaylorMy pity party lasted until the following Thursday. By then Blakely was fed up and while I was sitting on the couch eating candy bars she used her key to let herself in. “Ugh, you look so damn needy. This doesn’t work for me,” she said as she took her coat off. “Screw you. Let yourself back out,” I said. “Come on, we’re going out,” she informed me as she stood in front of the TV. She was wearing a sexy little red dress that hugged her curves nicely. Her dark caramel complexion made red look gorgeous on her. Too bad she wasted an outfit. &ldqu
Taylor Someone was playing a bass drum inside my head. That was the only explanation for the pain I was in as I forced myself to open my eyes. I wished last night was a blur. I wished I didn’t remember everything I said or did, but I do, so embarrassment came with the memories. I kissed Isaac. Hell, I threw up on Isaac. He never said anything, but I knew he had to be mad. If the tables were turned I’d be mad. I glanced down at the foot of the bed and saw that he wasn’t there. That was where he was lying when I fell asleep. He didn’t even bother taking me home. Not that I could blame him with the vomit and all. Throw in the fact that Blakely had my keys, purse, and phone and it made even more sense. He tried to get me to eat some fruits - grapes or something - and take some medicine, but I pushed him away and refused. When he tried to get me to drink some water,
Taylor Forget him. This wasn’t about him. This was about me. Me being too caring, too willing. Me being too available…too damned stupid. I made the water hotter and tried to block her out, but this was Blakely we were dealing with. You could only ignore her if she wanted you to. She opened the door to the shower and stood there with her hands on her hips. “Don’t mind me, I’m just naked,” I said without looking at her. She reached into the shower and turned the water off before throwing a towel at me. “Get out of the shower, Taylor,” she commanded. I wanted to tell her to get out of my house, but it would be pointless. She’d leave only when she was ready. I threw on some tights and a t-shirt and got in my bed. “Covering your head doesn’t keep you from hearing me,” she said as she lay next to me. No, but it kept her from seeing if I cried again, which I hoped I wouldn’t do. She tried to pull the blanket from ove
“That’s impossible,” I said. Isaac was with me last night. Wasn’t he?“It’s not impossible, this is what he does! He was bleeding internally; they kept him in surgery for hours while you ignored my calls! This is the monster, the scum you’ve decided to spread your fucking legs for!” he yelled.“Aww, what’s the matter, Bryan? Mad she wouldn’t spread them for you?” Blakely asked as she stood next to me.He stared at her in silence.“You’re no longer needed here. You can leave now,” I told him.“I’m not going anywhere. This happened to him because of you. I’ll be damned if I leave him alone with you now,” he said.“Then why even bother calling her? Pack your pride up and take it with you,” Blakely said with an irritated wave of her hand.“I called her, not you! Why are you even here?” he asked as he mo
Damon The door wasn’t locked and the house was dark and quiet. Blakely called me and said she needed me. It sounded like she was crying, but she hung up and wouldn’t answer when I called her back. I checked every room downstairs before heading upstairs. A soft sniffle and the glow of a light led me to the room at the far end of the hall. I spotted Blakely sitting against a wall. She aimed the gun at me when she saw me, but quickly lowered it when realization set in. I jumped as the gun clattered to the floor. Getting shot, no bueno. “Dame, I’m sorry. I didn’t know who else to call. He hit me and I got the gun,” she said as she fell into my arms. I held her at arm’s length to see her face. Her eyes were swollen and bruised. Bloo
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