All Chapters of One Night Stand With The Unforgettable Stranger: Chapter 341 - Chapter 350

Chloe was dressed in a simple black dress and her hair was twisted up in a simple French knot. It felt wrong somehow to be wearing black to celebrate the life of a little girl who’d brought so much color into Chloe’s life. She wanted to wear the Belle costume, the bright yellow ball gown that was Caitlyn’s favorite, but she knew others would find it inappropriate. There were rules about grief, unspoken rules that Chloe was beginning to learn. It was okay for her to be sad, but she wasn't related to Caitlyn and others looked down on her for her very obvious grief. Apparently, it was only appropriate for the family to feel that way and according to what she’d overheard at the office, it was weird that she was so torn up about it. Chloe thought that was bullshit. She’d also overheard someone else say that Chloe had known the little girl was sick with terminal cancer so she shouldn’t be so surprised that the girl had died. Fuckers. They had no idea of the huge hole Caitlyn had left in her

She followed him meekly into the building and snuggled into his side as they rode the elevator up to her floor. She handed over her keys and he let them into the apartment. He walked over to her living space and sat, pulling her down on his lap. He cuddled her into his chest, wrapping his arms around her and breathing her in. He kissed the top of her head and felt her stiff resolve break. She sobbed quietly into his chest and he smoothed his hand over her back, whispering nonsense words into her hair as she cried. He felt her grief, separate from his own. He had only known Caitlyn a short time but she had impacted him. Chloe had known her longer and he felt the way her heart broke for the little girl who had been her friend. He held her tightly, physically but also metaphorically, wanting her to know that he had her, that she could let down all her defenses and he would be there to hold her together. He was swamped with the need to care for her. He’d felt it last week when she was s

Not always, he conceded, as he had also known beautiful women who were nice people, but Chloe surpassed them all. He wondered at the clichés that swirled in his brain. She was the most beautiful woman he’d ever seen and she was the kindest and most genuine woman he’d ever met. But were those things a universal truth or just because they had somehow connected on another plane? Did loving Chloe make him see her a certain way or did he love her because of what he saw? It was a conundrum that he’d never had to analyze before because he had never felt this depth of emotion for anyone. Ever. Loving her made him want to be more too. He wanted to be more than what the world saw on the outside. He was good-looking and wealthy and he had a good head for business, but what else was there to him? What could she possibly see in him that she might return his feelings? He was shallow and immature and he was too much of a coward to stand up to his family. Oh, he talked a good game and put up a de

Tears streamed down her face and he felt like an arsehole. He didn’t know what to say to her. The woman who had been so full of life was no more than an empty shell and it broke his heart to see her so mired in grief. He wanted to fix everything, to make her world right again, but he didn’t know how. He’d stayed with her all week in the hope that his support would help her find her feet and she could find her way back to the life she had simply walked away from. But his plan seemed to have backfired. Instead of helping her get back on her feet, he was enabling her. He understood her grief was personal and that there was no time limit on it, but she needed to start living again, even if that meant just leaving the apartment for a short time. “How about you meet me for dinner in the city,” he said, cupping her face and wiping the tears away with his thumbs. “I shouldn’t be more than an hour with my father. We can have an early dinner and maybe go to the movies or something. How does t

“That’s good,” Mason replied. “How’re you?” Declan shot him a look. “I’m fine.” “Uh-huh,” Mason said, narrowing his eyes. “Tell me what the fuck is going on with you.” Declan sighed. “It’s complicated.” Mason waved his arm in the general direction of the golf course. “We have hours for you to explain it.” Brian stepped up to tee off and Barry came to stand with them. “Just tell us,” Barry said. “It’s not like you won’t eventually spill your guts. Why not do it now and save yourself some grief.” Declan took a deep breath. Barry was right. He would never keep anything from them and this…well, maybe they could even help him with it. “My father called me on Friday. He wanted to see me, to discuss my ‘future,’” Declan said. “What future?” “My future with MLS.” “The fuck?” Mason growled, turning to look at him. Declan squeezed the bridge of his nose and scrunched his eyes closed as a headache began to pound. “He reminded me of a clause that was in my contract when