We sat quietly in James' car as he pulled out of the parking lot at the funeral home. Somehow he had snagged a better parking spot than I had. I was just glad that I didn't have to walk far out in my heels. The heel wasn't very tall but my feet were killing me nonetheless.
The music from his car stereo was blasting on some rock station and he turned it down quickly, apologizing as he pulled out onto the road."It's okay, I don't mind.""It's alright, it was too loud to begin with. Michael f*cks with my sh*t all of the time.""Where is Michael, anyways? I thought he came here with you.""We both left to grab some lunch and he decided to go home afterwards. I came back because if I went home, my mom would probably be pissed.""Damn. I'm sorry. You didn't have to come back. You could have driven around a little bit until school let out.""Yeah, well I really came in the first place because I noticed Chloe was at school. IJames I hated wearing anything with a collar. I felt like a stuffed sausage, all tight and uncomfortable. But I needed to do it for Kelly. She hadn't asked me to come to the funeral, but I knew it was going to be a pretty bad day and if I could cheer her up, then why not? Admitting to her that she was all I could think about was risky, but knowing that she felt the same had felt like I won the lottery. The only thing that was bothering me was that Michael didn't know. Michael and I had been best friends since I moved to Vegas when I was seven. We told each other everything even if it was disgusting or private. It had always been why we worked out so well as friends. There were never any secrets. Except, now, the one I was keeping from him so that I didn't hurt him. "Dude, chill. You look fine. Stop pulling on the damn tie. It took me forever to copy it from YouTube." Micha
After the service ended the family was called back to a limo to ride to the cemetery but again I watched her talk to her uncle and point back at me. I lifted a hand in a small wave and hoped that he wouldn't come and strangle me. While they spoke, Kelly's mom came and stood next to me."Hey, lover boy. You're stirring up some sh*t aren't you?"I looked up at the older version of Kelly and shrugged. She had Kelly's blue eyes and her mouth. Her hair looked more white than it did blonde, but seeing as she was in her sixties, it made sense. She was probably really beautiful when she was younger. I could see a lot of Kelly's looks came from her. "I'm not trying to. I'm just here for support.""Oh trust me, baby, you are stirring it up. Joe is going to have a conniption if Kelly doesn't straighten up." She nodded over at Kelly and Joe arguing silently. People were filing out of the church behind us, going to their cars to follow the procession line.
James I watched her eat her sandwich quietly and wondered if she knew that I was just as selfish as Dexter. Only my selfishness was just seeing her. I tried not to dwell on it, but I knew that I needed to tell her the truth. " I wouldn't thank me, Kelly. I haven't really done anything I didn't want to do, you know? Like...I wanted to see you, so I went to see you, even if it meant being at your dad's wake or his funeral." She smiled and shrugged. "I know. But the point is that you subjected yourself to all of these boring events just to see me. It means a lot." "It's just me being selfish." "Well then I'm selfish too because I wanted you to be there even though I should have been concerned about the funeral stuff." "Yeah that is pretty selfish. I should probably ask you to leave." I watched her face and she busted out laughing. "Alright, smart a*s." She took a bite of her food an
JamesI groaned and glanced back downstairs. I could just barely make out the edge of my bed. I couldn't see her at all. All I wanted to do was go back to her. My d*ck was uncomfortably huge in my pants and I couldn't let Michael see. I sighed and thought of all of the most disgusting things I could think of as I opened the door. I hoped that he couldn't see my erection. Michael furrowed his eyebrows at me as he passed me going down the stairs and stopped dead at the bottom. I wondered what he was seeing. Was it her lying in my bed half naked like earlier? Thinking of him seeing her like that made me see red. I rushed down the stairs and stopped next to him. Kelly was laying under my comforter with her back turned to us. I glanced at Michael and he raised his eyebrows at me. "You taking in strays now?" I elbowed him, still pissed that he pulled the c*ck block of the century. "Shut up. What's up?"
Going back to school felt strange. Everyone was the same. No one seemed to have changed, yet I felt completely different. I walked through the hallways in a daze and when people would talk to me, I hardly listened to what they had to say. After spending the rest of the weekend dealing with my mom after my uncle left, I was exhausted. He had left after we had a screaming match in the middle of the living room after I got home from James' house. He said that I was acting like a spoiled brat and was very disrespectful to my father's memory. I told him that he hosted the whole funeral to look more likable because he was an old dried-up prune that no one wanted to re-elect. His face had turned tomato red and he slapped me roughly across the face. My aunt and cousin took him to another room and yelled at me to go to my room. I stayed there until they left later that night, crying because I couldn't believe everything that had gone on. I admit,
I was thoroughly bushed after practice. Taking a week off without sleep was not good for cheer. Now I sat in my kitchen staring at the pile of paperwork that I needed to get done. I separated everything that needed to be turned in sooner in one pile and later in another. As I began working on some calculus homework, my doorbell rang and I jumped up. Feeling a horde of butterflies erupted in my stomach. When I opened the front door he gave me a tight smile and raised his eyebrows. "Hey." "Hi. I'm set up in the kitchen. It has more surface area to set my work on." I let him in and shut the front door. I led him into my kitchen and watched him set his book bag down on one of the empty stools and sit down on another. I sat down opposite him and chewed on my bottom lip. There was a weird energy between us and I wasn't quite sure how to address it. "I have this pile that needs to be turned in these next couple of d
For the remainder of the week, James continued to come over to my house after practice to help me with my homework and to work on his own. During school, for some reason, neither of us acknowledged that we were seeing each other after school or friends of whatever it was that we were. It didn't stop me from giving Pink Streak a dirty look now and then. Especially when she would laugh loudly in the halls and touch his arms or when she would run and jump onto his back and climb onto him. It grated on my nerves, but I never let on to him that she bothered me. Instead, we would talk about schoolwork, he would ask about my mom and we would talk about people at school. We never dove into anything too deep. I felt like doing that would open up the book of emotions I had kept hidden away for another day. He would stay for a couple of hours and then leave and when he would leave, I would feel reality slap me in the face. Wi
"Yes!" We drove around a little in silence. Las Vegas was always lit up, no matter what time of day, so I was enjoying the lights from a distance. It made me think of the times when Dad and I would sit outside and just talk about our days and my competitions and boys. We were quiet for a while but it wasn't an uncomfortable silence. It felt good. I felt like I could just relax and not say a single thing and he would be okay with it. After a while, if just driving around our neighborhoods, he parked at the park near my house and laid his seat back. I followed his lead and I turned to face him. It felt a lot like the first night we were acquainted and I let those memories drift to the forefront of my mind. "What was your first time like?" "Sex?" "No, Skiing. Duh! Yes, sex!" I giggled and even in the dark I could see his cheeks darken. "Well...we just wanted to get it done and over with, so it was
I have found myself to be more relaxed than I have ever been before and it all has to do with Liam. I go to school and because my schedule for work is so different now, I actually have time to study. I have lunches with him almost every day and when I'm off and he comes home, I'm deliriously happy.It feels almost too good to be true, which is the scariest part. I feel like here lately I've been too happy and something sh*tty is about to come around the corner and bite me in the ass. And I wait for it. I may be comfortable, but it doesn't mean that I'm not waiting for my happiness to turn to ashes in my mouth.Until then, I'm enjoying just being with him. When his stuff arrives from Boston I unpack most of it while he's at work after school. I hang up his expensive looking suits and fill the bathroom vanity with all of his toiletries. I'm happy seeing my space being shared by someone I care about. I'm excited and also scared of the future that is coming o
LiamIt's done. Everything to do with my parents and my old life is finished. I'm home. It's exactly how it feels, laying next to a sleeping Kelly, watching her chest rise and fall underneath her sheets.I have an important interview in the morning, but I'm too wired to sleep. I had been at the airport when I had talked to Kelly before she went to work and although I was tired as hell, especially after ravaging my beautiful woman, I couldn't sleep.Seeing her walk into the club in the lacy lingerie had me wired. She was sexy as hell, I knew that, but seeing her in action at work, even before I paid for six dances, there was no denying that she was a goddess. I smile at the memory of her shoving my money back in my hand as soon as we get home. "I didn't dance for you, so you take it back." "I don't care, Kelly. Keep it. It's from your job.""Ew. No. It makes me feel icky if you pay for me to do stuff for you. I like giving it to
Leaving Liam this time was hard. We were so close now, closer than ever to not have to do this anymore. But I ugly cried in the SUV when it was time to say goodbye. I mean, snot and tears and everything. It was bad. And Liam, who was usually so put together and happy go lucky teared up as well."It's okay, Kel. I'll be there soon. I've got some loose ends to tie up, but don't worry. I'll be in Vegas before you know it. I promise."And so I got on my plane alone and went back home. I started getting ready for Liam's arrival as soon as I did. I would go to class and instead of hitting the gym, I started organizing my closet and taking clothes and shoes out to donate. I made drawer space and cleaned out my spare bedroom to give him a special surprise.I ordered some office furniture so that if he wanted to, he could work from home as soon as he found himself something here. Did I tell him about it?No. I was afraid that if I did, he would tell me I was doing too much but I was just excit
Liam and I sat on the floor of his apartment with our gifts in front of us. After our laughing fit in the car, we came inside and neither of us really knew what to say or do.I felt guilty as hell for everything that happened at his parents house. I felt selfish because I didn't want to let him go and I felt responsible for him losing his job and his family. I just...I didn't feel good at all. I mean, I loved that he defended me. It made me feel..I felt loved. I felt like someone really cared for me and it felt like for the first time ever that I was chosen first.But of course, I felt guilty for wanting to be first. I chose my mom over James. Even when she was a raging b*tch, I still chose her. I wanted to choose James, but I didn't. Liam chose me. He chose me. I had no idea why. I mean, yeah, we were together, but...he was losing a lot. He didn't even have a job. He didn't have his parents anymore and it was all my fault. I stared down at my g
We went last-minute Christmas shopping. Despite me being here, his parents still wanted me over for Christmas because Liam flat-out refused to join them if I couldn't go, which made me feel amazing. Not.So even though I bought Lillian a cashmere sweater, I still had to buy it for his dad even though Liam kept telling me I didn't have to. I didn't care if they got me anything or not. I half expected to get sh*t in a box, courtesy of his mother, but it was okay. I would accept it gracefully, just to piss her off.And it wasn't like I was aiming to piss them off. I just wasn't going to give in to their bullsh*t wishes.On Christmas Eve we had dinner with his friends and had a white elephant gift party which was pretty fun. I enjoyed my time there, even though Vivian was there. She avoided talking to either of us the whole time which suited me perfectly. I even drank a little because I was feeling the holiday spirit. I came home with a cute set of Tiffany earrings because these rich peop
When we step off of the elevator I feel almost a permanent blush up my neck and cheeks. I'm not sorry for what we did but Vivian saw and from past experiences, she wasn't very good at keeping her trap shut.I walk into the event center with my arm in Liam's and thank God no one is really paying attention to us. Some people glance at us, but it seems like the drinks have been flowing and people are talking loud and gesturing with their hands. So that's a good sign.I look around and see Vivian sitting at a table with a drink in her hand looking forlorn and I smirk to myself. Serves her right for coming and looking for us. Thoughts have been going on in my head, wondering what she was doing, looking and all I could come up with was that she didn't expect me to be with him.I felt like she thought that maybe she could corner him, thinking I was in the bathroom or some stupid sh*t after what his dad told me. I probably would have been if Liam hadn't noticed I was upset right away. But Lia
LiamI looked around to see if anyone was watching us and took Kelly's hand in mine. Whatever one of my parents told her had her looking like she was going to be sick and I was not going to let that happen. It took me entirely too long to get Kelly to agree to be mine and I wasn't going to lose her so quickly.I took Kelly out of the event center and to the bank of elevators in the main lobby. We hopped into the elevators and I wrapped my arms around her after I clicked on the fortieth floor, where my office was located."You want to tell me what my parents said to you?" I nuzzle her neck, my favorite place to be and she sighs and leans her body back against mine and gives me more of her neck."No. Nothing you didn't prepare me for. It just sucks.""Who was it?""Your dad.""What did he say?"She takes a deep breath and I watch her chest rise and fall. She looks absolutely stunning in her red dress. The mom
I stare at myself in the mirror, feeling nervous. I run a hand down my red, satin dress and smile. My hair is up in an intricate bun that took me an hour to do and I did my makeup as perfectly as I could get it without looking like I over did it. I have smoky eyes and red lips. My dress drops down into a deep v in between my breasts and it hangs down to mid calf with a high slit up to my hip. It's sexy and formal and I hope it says that I don't give a flying f*ck what anyone thinks about me.I put on my matching red stilettos and turn to my side and grin.I walk out into the living room where Liam is waiting for me and watch his eyes dance and darken as I step into the room. He swallows hard and pulls at his bow tie, then runs both hands down his chest. He looks hot as hell in a tuxedo and my mouth goes dry. "Do we have to go?" He asks as he steps closer to me. His cheeks are red and I smile at him. "Yes." I raise my eyebrows at him. "We have to go." He grabs my hips and brings me
The days are passing by slowly. It's almost painful, but there's absolutely nothing to be done. So I go to class, go to the gym, go to work and do it all over again. Liam, since I officially decided to be his girlfriend, has been checking in on me nonstop. It's a complete one eighty from how James would do when he was in school. It didn't matter if he was in a meeting or doing important business man sh*t, Liam would call or text me just because he missed me. We would even just be on the phone while he did paperwork in his office, not speaking, but just being on the line.And every day he would tell me about how many companies he has reached out to. He hadn't told his parents yet because he wanted to make sure he had a job first before he dropped the bomb on them.But he also hinted that his father was getting suspicious. I was on the line with him one day when his dad walked into his office. I knew it was his father because he greeted him as such. I muted