CHANCE - THREE YEARS LATERThe moment my driver passed through the gate, I couldn’t help the smile curving my lips. The immaculate lawn wasn’t so immaculate anymore. The quiet estate wasn’t so quiet anymore. The home wasn’t a lonely place to lay my head.Lilly and my home boomed with laughter, loud voices, occasional tears and arguments, but it was all worth it. I wouldn’t trade it for anything.“Seems the kids had a good day, sir,” my driver remarked.He was right. If the driveway marked with chalk full of colors, bikes, and a kiddie pool were anything to go by. I still didn’t understand the need for a kiddie pool when we had a perfectly functioning real pool, but Lilly insisted it was better.So we went with it. She dragged me to Target and picked out the cheapest pool she could find. I’d do anything to keep her happy. If she wanted me to drain the Olympic size pool, so be it. As long as she continued smiling.The car came to a stop, and I grinned. Lilly sat at the doorstep of our m
My sixth sense warned me that something wasn’t right. I could sense it in the pit of my stomach. My heartbeat kept skipping every so often.I just couldn’t quite put my finger on what was causing it. So, I ignored the feeling, blaming it on my adrenaline and paranoia. This morning’s argument with Jack was worse than usual. Things were getting bad. His outbursts had become more frequent. I kept hoping our relationship would take a turn, but the only turn it took was for the worse. From the first word that aimed to humiliate to the first physical shove, then a slap across the face. I didn’t think I could forgive. Ever!But those deeply rooted standards of ‘marriage is for life’ were difficult to shake off.I settled myself in my home office chair, deciding to work from home on impulse this morning.A great perk of being with the same company for a long time. All the years of working hard and proving myself had finally paid off. I’d come a long way. Jack tried to diminish it, but I couldn
I threw the documents onto my desk and took three big strides, making my way over to one of the two walls of floor-to-ceiling windows, looking down on Washington D.C. The view of the East Front Plaza and the U.S. Capitol filled my vision. The view that many powerful men would kill for. The city sparkled under the morning sun, a perfect disguise for corruption and greed.It was the reason my father bought this building. Power was important to him. At all costs. Though I couldn’t argue the benefits of it. He’d probably shit himself if he was still alive and could see how far I grew the Macklemore empire. He was always greedy for money and power.It was the reason he almost bankrupted my mother’s inheritance and W&W before I took over. He decided to chase his dick at the expense of my mother and her fortune. When his affair and filthy methods got exposed, he put a bullet in his own brain. It was the easy way out for him while the rest of us were left cleaning up his mess.Coincidentally,
Lilly. I stood in front of the impressive glass W&W building in downtown Washington, D.C. my eyes raised up to its top floor. The building was five stories high and stood out with its modern but elegant architecture. Sun reflected against its glass windows and the glare blinded. The voices around me felt distant as the street buzzed with life.The crisp May weather promised a beautiful afternoon and an even more gorgeous weekend.Yet, as I stood here, something about this whole situation made my stomach flutter with nerves.Unconventional job, my best friend, Noona, called it.She didn’t elaborate and something about this potential job opportunity made me feel uneasy. But desperate times called for desperate measures.We all do what we must to survive. My father’s voice echoed in my head. My savings was pretty much nonexistent at this point. I was flat broke. Stone broke. Drowning in debt broke. If there was another term for broke, it applied to me. All my education and degrees in fin
Lilly. “Walker, right?” he asked again.I swallowed hard, that voice sent shivers down my spine. The kind that I had never felt with any other man.“Yes.” I answered in a raspy tone, feeling dazed. I couldn’t tear my eyes away from him.He extended his hand, and for a moment, I debated whether it was smart to take it. Though I wanted to. God, his hand was attractive too. Strong, veiny, his skin tone slightly darker. I bet he knew how to use those hands on a woman’s body.I shook my head. I couldn’t let my thoughts wander down that path.Tentatively, I raised my hand and accepted his handshake. Warm. Strong. My pulse quickened at his touch, the heat from his closeness surging off of him and melting my core. Something inside of me shuddered with delight.He let go of my hand, and I caught myself leaning towards him. Like a moth towards a flame. Lowering my hand to my side, I pressed my palm against my thigh and rubbed it. Something about his touch unnerved me.His gaze followed the move
Chance. “Lilly Walker.”Her resume didn’t do her justice. As she rambled about her hobbies and desperately grasping for straws to prove she wasn’t a loner, I got my fill of her.She intrigued me. Every single thing about this petite brunette tugged on strings I long thought dead.Her soft voice. That pouty mouth. Caramel-colored eyes. Her beautiful face.Her crimson cheeks made my dick twitch. She appeared younger than her age. Much younger. Until you looked into her eyes. Those were ancient. I couldn’t help but wonder why. I wanted to know her story. It was a novelty to me.Her face barely held any makeup, and she didn’t need any. Her beauty was more the fresh, natural kind. Dangerously beautiful. The kind of beauty that could make men like me do stupid things.Because I wanted to fuck her.My mind already contemplated ways to get her into bed. Except she was all wrong for this position.Regardless of what her friend told Byron, I’d bet my fortune she wasn’t the type to have sex with
LillyThree days.It wasn’t reasonable to expect a response so fast, but I hoped. Either way, I didn’t think I’d get it. So I applied to Target, Walmart, and even a fast food chain. Desperation clawed its way through me, overwhelming me, and I had to choke it down. Single mothers had no luxury of dwelling, self-pity or even desperation. Yes, I was overqualified for all of those positions, but it didn’t mean I couldn’t do them.Then why can’t I get a job, my thoughts hounded me and I ignored it.I tried my best to forget every second of my interview with Chance Macklemore. Not exactly a highlight in my life. People like him were clearly way out of my league. I wasn’t even sure I had a league beyond my daughters. But that sizzling attraction! For a moment it made me believe in all those smut books I read. I bet he did it as good as any book boyfriend. Just the thought of his hands on me had my heart speeding up into unhealthy territory.Instinctively, I knew Chance Macklemore would be
LillyMonday morning came too quickly.Back in downtown Washington, I walked into the elegant marble lobby with more confidence than the first time around, wearing an emerald green, Michael Kors business dress.Things are finally picking up, I thought enthusiastically.Noona’s husband, my late husband’s cousin, secured me an interview at his company and it went very well. Like an-offer-coming-soon well. My outlook on life had improved and I could feel the sheer excitement and hope deep inside that made me anxious to put the last few years behind me. A fresh start was exactly what I needed.With less of the pressure and despair, I reported to the front desk with the folder in my hand containing the signed confidentiality contact and was directed back to the fifth floor.As the elevator smoothly lifted up to the targeted floor, my heart did an awkward pitter-patter and my breathing grew erratic. My breasts tightened and excitement rushed through me. It was wrong. So darn wrong to feel
CHANCE - THREE YEARS LATERThe moment my driver passed through the gate, I couldn’t help the smile curving my lips. The immaculate lawn wasn’t so immaculate anymore. The quiet estate wasn’t so quiet anymore. The home wasn’t a lonely place to lay my head.Lilly and my home boomed with laughter, loud voices, occasional tears and arguments, but it was all worth it. I wouldn’t trade it for anything.“Seems the kids had a good day, sir,” my driver remarked.He was right. If the driveway marked with chalk full of colors, bikes, and a kiddie pool were anything to go by. I still didn’t understand the need for a kiddie pool when we had a perfectly functioning real pool, but Lilly insisted it was better.So we went with it. She dragged me to Target and picked out the cheapest pool she could find. I’d do anything to keep her happy. If she wanted me to drain the Olympic size pool, so be it. As long as she continued smiling.The car came to a stop, and I grinned. Lilly sat at the doorstep of our m
SIX WEEKS LATER“Stop fidgeting,” Noona complained. “You are messing up your hair.”“Forget my hair,” I retorted with a wide smile. God, I was so happy I could burst. “It’ll get messed up anyway. Chance gets a bit rough in the bedroom. We’re trying out some kinky stuff after the ceremony.”I winked, a playful smile on my lips.“Jesus, why would you tell me that?” Noona giggled. “What happened to my reserved best friend?”I shrugged my shoulders, glancing at the woman staring back at me in the mirror. My brown hair fell in thick waves down my back, sunlight coming through the yacht window highlighting the warm tones in it. My whiskey brown eyes sparkled and reflected back at me with a happy gleam. Slight makeup accented my eyes, lips, and cheekbones. My beach tan was enough. It contrasted against my simple, white, strapless baby doll wedding dress that came to my knees and matching two inch heels. My baby bump was getting bigger by the day.I couldn’t believe I was getting married. To
LillyBright light streaming through the window woke me, and I slowly opened my eyes, blinded by it. I hadn’t felt this relaxed in weeks, and I smiled to myself. I went to move and felt strong arms wrapped around me. I remembered last night.Too much emotion burned.I swallowed and turned to see Chance’s handsome face. My heart swelled at the sight. I brushed my fingers over his dark hair, the words from last night dancing through the air. I loved him. My body nor my mind would ever want anyone else. He was it for me.My eyes roamed the space. We ended up in my bedroom last night.He said he loves me. My pulse fluttered remembering his words.I slowly shifted out of his arms, ensuring I didn't wake him. I got up and tiptoed around the room grabbing my clothes out of the closet, as quietly as I could, and went into the bathroom to pee. As I shut the bathroom door behind me, I exhaled and leaned against it. My reflection stared back at me, the mirror reflecting a dreamy smile and thorou
ChanceMy woman.Fucking mine.I watched her sleep, her naked body a sight to behold. I’d never tire of watching her. Not in five years. Not in twenty. I’d grow old with her. Love her. Worship her.I fucking loved her so goddamn much that just the thought of losing her brought me to my knees.Tucking her body into me, I skimmed my lips against her temple. A small sigh left her lips but she didn’t stir. Jonathan said she tired easier.It turned out my best friend sleeping with my ex-wife was the best goddamn thing that could have happened to me. Our differences were settled, although I still refused to trust him.But I trusted Lilly.“You’re in my blood, beating in my heart. You’re my life,” I whispered against her temple. “My everything. Life without you would just be existing. I love you. In this life and the next.”Her dark eyes fluttered open and our gazes connected. Confusion and exhaustion lingered in hers.“Did I wake you?” I asked.A breath of silence.“I wanted to make sure yo
LillyTonight’s dinner. At my favorite restaurant. With people I loved.I loved him. He was part of me, just as my girls were.Chance’s words playing in my mind. Over and over and over again. Marry me. Just like that? God help me, I wanted to, but I wanted his love even more.“Look, Mommy... we are beautiful!” Saoirse exclaimed, pulling me away from my thoughts. I caught her watching herself in the mirror, not an ounce of modesty on her face.“Girls, you’re going to turn vain if you continue looking at yourself in the mirror.” Then because I couldn’t resist, I smiled. “And yes, you look beautiful.”My little ones whirled around one more time.“Ok, lovebugs,” I murmured while hugging them. “Go play.”I smiled as they disappeared and I went to get myself ready. A quick shower, even quicker blow-dry, some mascara, and I was ready. My hair had gotten longer and even thicker with my prenatal vitamins. I couldn’t help but smile as I looked at my image in the mirror, the move reminding me of
LillyThe next morning, we found ourselves on the beach early.Chance and Sophie eventually joined too. It was the downfall of a small village. It took all of ten minutes to reach all four corners of the entire village.“Hi, Mommy.” Sierra ran towards me with her chubby hands outstretched. “Mr. Paolo gave me an extra scoop.”I missed the days when the world revolved around ice cream.“Me too,” Saoirse exclaimed.“Free scoops are always the best.”“So this is where you’ve been hiding?” Chance sat next to me. Saoirse and Sierra left to play with their cousins to build yet another stone castle in the water.I glanced down to my bathing suit and regretted not wearing a one piece. The two piece white bathing suit revealed my little bump and next to Sophie’s knockout body, I felt a bit self-conscious. Although I had the best reason for it.“Hi there,” she greeted me. “I hope you don’t mind that we joined in.”“Of course not,” Jonathan replied before I could. He had eyes only for Sophie.Int
LillyI rushed out of there like the devil was at my heel.Rick trailed behind me. “I don’t know how I’ll survive seeing him every day,” I whispered as I glanced over my shoulder.Chance’s intense gaze remained on me, the heat of it burning through me with promises of passionate nights, rustle of the sheets and filthy words against my skin.I shook my head, hoping to clear the images creeping up my mind. “I should have said a million per night, per room.”“He would have paid it,” Rick declared confidently. “Maybe it’s good that he is here. You can decide if you want to go after him.”I glared at him. “Did he look alone to you? Did you not notice that seriously gorgeous redhead next to him?”“I did.” He shrugged casually, tucking his hands into his pockets. “But I also noticed he wasn’t looking at her. His eyes were on you the entire time.”“That’s because he wants to talk about the pregnancy. When that man gets something in his head, he doesn’t let go. I’ve seen him in negotiations.”
Lilly“Kristoff,” I breathed. “What a surprise to see you here.” Lie.Ever since the gifts, I knew deep down he was coming. Nothing and nobody would keep that man away when he set his mind on something.“No matter where you go, I’ll find you.” The deep sound of his voice did things to me I had no business feeling. Then the words sunk in. Unhealthy, my reason whispered.A loud, delighted screech and the moment evaporated through the summer breeze. Saoirse ran through the terrace. Chance knelt down before she threw herself through the air into his arms. Sierra followed, her eyes shining like the sea under the bright sun and the biggest smile her little face could muster.My heart stilled, the image burning right into my soul.Family. God, this felt like family.Our eyes collided, my heart slowed and the world ceased to exist. Just Chance and our kids. No, no, no, my kids.It was only then I noticed the woman beside him. A gorgeous redhead, wearing a classy white Greek summer dress with
LillyWe danced in silence until the song ended when Rick stepped in.“Can I cut in?”“You already have,” Jonathan grumbled.I just chuckled and took Rick’s hand just as Daughtry’s song “September” came on. “Not exactly a dance song.”“That’s ok,” he told me, putting his arms around me. “We can just slow dance.”Our bodies in sync, we danced slowly, just as we did back in our college years. So much has changed. Almost two decades, time wasted on my late husband. Catch twenty-two though, because if I regretted those years, I wouldn’t have my daughters.Opting not to think about Jack, I focused on the words of the song. And damn if that wasn’t just as bad. The words tore at my chest and fragile heart. Since songs never made me tear up before, I mused. This self-revelation would be the death of me.An ache bloomed in my chest, remembering moments with Chance, like snapshots for perfect moments. Damn hormones. Tears burned the backs of my eyes, the ache traveling through my veins to my he