AUDREYA few years later…Our four-year-old son, Liam, looks exactly like his father. He follows Gabriel everywhere at home, refuses to let anyone bathe him, and if he wakes up late, he’ll always slip into our bed and make sure his father won’t leave while he’s sleeping in the morning.He inherited my hair, but everything is Gabriel. His smile and his personality. He also loves eating ice cream.“Don’t you ever think of taking that in your bedroom, Liam?” I catch him holding a pint of ice cream. “You already had one this morning.”He pauses and looks at me for a moment, and pouts. “Daddy!” he cries and runs toward his father in the living room.Gabriel walks into the kitchen later with Liam in his arms. He opens the fridge and grabs the ice cream, handing it to him.“Yey!” he squeals as his daddy puts him down, and if he’s trying to ease her disloyalty, she will offer the cup to me. “I want to share with you, Mommy,” he says, twinkling his eyes. I resist pinching his nose. “Thank you
JULIAMy reflection looked utterly deceiving.The mirror was showing me a different woman than usual, with bright pink lipstick, thick dark eyelashes, hazel contact lenses, and shoulder-length chestnut hair. She looked like she’d just come from a party—not the one who’d always worn square-framed eyeglasses and hair in a tight bun.You changed yourself for the better, so you won’t look older than your age.I was turning twenty-six this year, but I was still a late bloomer. I didn’t take too much time in front of the mirror, and I never cared about my appearance until I realized why men don’t date wallflowers like me. In short, I was unattractive.And in trouble. I was fifteen minutes late, according to my wristwatch; I came back yesterday from a two-week peaceful vacation in Southampton. I wasn’t supposed to return today, but I had grown tired of my boss’s frustrating calls and e-mails. He had called me repeatedly, saying he needed me back at once. It wasn’t easy to work as an executi
JULIAThe next day, I knocked on Henry’s door, holding the designs he requested.Now, I’ll see if my makeover was effective!“Come in.” A voice spoke, and as soon as I heard it, I stepped inside. I found Henry sitting at his desk; a phone pressed to his ear.“I love you too,” he said, then smiled as he ended the call. Henry shifted his gaze at me. “Hey, Julia.”I didn’t know how to begin. I cleared my throat. “Mr. Cavendish wanted me to give this to you. He will be late, and you need it this morning.” I gave him the binders.“I see. Thanks.” He put the folders on his desk.I watched him for a few more seconds. How was I supposed to get over his beautiful face? He oozed power and charisma. His aftershave and rosewood scent warmed my senses. Everything about Henry was manly.“Do you have something else to say?”Do you have a girlfriend? I shook my head. I shouldn’t ask him that. That might freak him out.“Something else you need?” he asked again.“Nothing,” I murmured.He raised an eyeb
JULIAI’m not a slut. I convinced myself repeatedly. I wanted Henry Cavendish, and I was dying to see him. He approached me, and I knew that he’d shown some kind of interest in me.Nah! I don’t even know if he’s interested in that way.I’d been staring at my computer since my throbbing back felt the cushiony softness of my bed, typing some names of potential people.I re-read what I’d typed a while back.Potential “Safe” Persons to practice kissing. Target: Henry Cavendish.Mark – My ex who wants me back. Not that safe, but at least a little. He might think that I still like him.Drew – My college friend who still texts me.George – One of the company managers who’s asked me out on a date.Thomas – The company chef who’s giving me free meals because he told me that I’m beautiful.Damn it. I felt ridiculous and crazy. Writing a list of people to practice kissing with was crazy! I sighed.This was my ex-boyfriend’s fault. When he broke up with me, he told me I wasn’t a good kisser and w
It was well past midnight when I arrived at my boss’ penthouse. I’d been in his home a couple of times. I’d spent many sleepless nights with him finishing up paperwork.I stepped out of the car, then pressed the doorbell. The gate automatically unlocked. I took a deep breath before I entered. Then I found Adam at the front door in his casual sweatpants and black shirt. He was also barefoot.“Come in,” he invited.I followed him inside. “I am so sorry, Mr. Cavendish.”“Sit here,” he ordered as he sat on the couch and set his computer on his lap.I sat across him, trying to avoid his eyes. It was too embarrassing. He must hate me by now. I shouldn’t have come here at all.“It’s not even twenty-four hours since you pissed me off,” he started.“I’m so sorry.”“And what is this practice kissing thing? What the hell is this?” His sight was still on his laptop.“It’s a mistake. My sister sent you the wrong file.” I tried defending myself.He sighed. “It’s not the point. Why would you make a
He parted from my lips, leaving me aching for more. He was panting. “Wow.”“That was... incredible,” I agreed. I didn’t know kissing him would be this good… so good as if it was my first time. I just realized how inexpert I was. I understood now why women threw themselves at him.“I told you, I’m better than those guys you listed.” He grinned. “Don’t even consider doing it with some other guy, Julia. I will chase them off. I didn’t know kissing you would be that great. Your ex is an ass.” Adam pulled back his head to take a glimpse of me. “Let me help you, okay?”I nodded, then smiled. Adam pressed another quick but deep kiss to my lips.“I could do this every day.”Does his brother kiss like this? Like him? I’d like to know. Nope.I’m dying to know.***I was at work ten minutes earlier than my usual time the next morning. Unfortunately, I didn’t get much sleep. Heck, I didn’t sleep at all! I couldn’t stop thinking about the mind-blowing kiss Adam and I shared. I didn’t know how I wa
JULIAI was almost finished when Henry came to my desk to remind me of our dinner date. He said he was going to wait in front of the building.At precisely twelve minutes before seven, I was able to get everything done. I stretched my arms in the air, then I pressed the pressure points of my shoulder with my fingertips. I groaned as I actually felt the pain. I was sore everywhere, especially my lower back. I was exhausted and starving. I decided I needed to advise Adam I was leaving.I went to Adam’s office and was about to come in when I heard him laugh over the phone. Sometimes I don’t understand his mood. He was swearing at someone earlier, and now he was like watching a comedy high on sugar. To avoid seeing him play monster, I sent him a text saying I was leaving.When I came out of the building, Henry was already there as promised. He was leaning on his white convertible Audi, but he wasn’t alone; he was talking to a blonde woman. I decided not to approach him, but he had already
ADAM“I disagree.”Demi shook her head as she poured whiskey into my glass. “You can’t let his happen again, Adam. You are very aware of our history.” She sat on the barstool next to me at a cautious distance. “Back then, I felt so helpless. Imagine when you look at the clock and it’s been hours in just a blink of an eye. Sometimes I wake up finding myself in another location or talking to a person I didn’t know and without having an idea what I’ve been up to. But I am thankful you and Henry didn’t give up on me.”“It’s not your fault, Demi.” I gulped my whiskey. “You can’t help it.”“And for that, I won’t stop thanking you and Henry for the rest of my life.”“Don’t mention it. We didn’t even do anything.”In the past, when she spoke about her dissociative identity disorder, it’s almost painful to listen. I witnessed how she suffered, and I couldn’t do anything for her. But she was a fighter, and I admired her for that. And when she realized getting away from us would help her get bet