All Chapters of My Drop-Dead, Gorgeous Rebound: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

FAE"Congratulations!"A moment passed before Carl reacted to my greeting. He turned to me, finally. But it was a second too long. I trembled as I waited, conscious of guests watching us at his wedding reception.When I saw his familiar face—my beloved's face—I almost burst into tears. But I couldn't do that. There were too many people around us—his relatives and guests who knew about us and my story, that I'd adored Carl Easton since I was ten.He looked dashing in his three-piece suit, this man whom I'd dreamed of for almost half my life. There was no guilt on his face as he possessively held Sarah's tiny waist. Sarah, his bride, was proudly wearing her white wedding dress for the occasion.And Carl's adoring gaze for his bride—my best friend—finally closed the door between my future and my past.I couldn't love him anymore. I couldn't even say if I ever took a break from my feelings for this man who regarded me with brotherly favor as I grew up. He was my late godfather's son. No,

FAEI snickered. It was a secret open to anyone, though it traveled through whispers. Her pitiful friend mooched off of her in between opening her legs to any man who could pay.Then my lips trembled. She was married now to Carl. She didn’t need to do that anymore, right? But he didn’t know. She had supposedly stopped when I took her in. Supposedly.Oh god, I was going to hate myself tomorrow. I would look at my life and see how pathetic it was. How naïve and stupid I was. But that was for tomorrow.Tonight, I just hated my situation. And Tom, for the creepy maniac that he was. Sarah’s sex buddy, the one she sneaked into my condo during the last bar exam review week. God, the unit reeked of sweat and sex, and I had to spring clean the next day.As stressed as I could be, I couldn’t think of sex to de-stress. And if I must? I would un-must if Tom was the last man on Earth to fuck.Oh god. I was drunk. Just thinking of this man and… eww. Akh.Tom and Sarah… and Sarah and Carl.I stopped

Fae“Had it never crossed your mind that what you desired with Carl would never come to fruition? Fae, you possessed beauty, intelligence, and all the qualities that could make a man fall for a woman. If he truly had feelings for you, you would have known by now. You would have been together long before he even met Sarah.”Countless tears had streamed down my face, but now I was regaining composure though I still sniffled like a two-year-old in front of him. Jigo fetched water and Tylenol from the kitchen, ensuring I wouldn’t drown in my sorrow if he left my side for a moment. We started to talk. After a quick trip to the bathroom—apparently, even heartbroken souls needed to relieve themselves—I found myself back in Jigo's arms, crying softly now, finding solace in his gentle words because they held the same truth I recognized.And they were comforting."It was embarrassing... at the party," I sniffled. "I hate myself!""Shhh..." Jigo's hand rubbed my back rhythmically, providing comf

JigoHer eyes were closed now, her long black lashes resting on her smooth skin. Her cheeks were still flushed from our lovemaking.I smiled again. I couldn’t stop. So beautiful and adorably cute.If only she wasn't obsessed with Carl...Don't go there, buddy.But still, I went. What else could I lose? Carl was already married to someone else. It still shocked me, the way the last three days went. But Carl made his bed, and he would soon find out what kind of a bed it was he’s carelessly claimed.The important thing was that Fae was free now, regardless of what I thought about her or what we did together.She didn't move when I carefully let go of our embrace. Her breathing was deep and regular. She had fallen asleep. It took a moment to bring her to my bed. She settled on my blankets and pillows like she belonged. I watched for a moment, enthralled, but I needed to use the bathroom. I got up to leave the bed for a moment.The lamp was still on, providing a soft light to the bed and I

FAEAnd just like that, I was thinking of Carl again. I drew my breath at the assault of pain to my heart. I felt him tense, and it was so small that I could tell myself I was mistaken.But he took both my hands in both of his and raised them over my head until I was arching my breasts to him. He was tall enough that his mouth reached the tips effortlessly, and I was moaning, and he was moaning, his lower torso grinding on the spot between my legs. And I expected to feel soreness there, but how aggressively his mouth and hands were on my upper body was how gentle he was as he rubbed himself to me. He took a moment to take something from a drawer where he took the condom last night. And I thought it was going to be the same. But it was a tube. On his knees between my legs, he put a dollop of clear lube to his palm. And, his eyes on me, he lowered that hand to me.I closed my eyes, overwhelmed by the sensual look on his handsome face and the beginnings of his work to stimulate me furthe