LOGIN“I agree with Victor. I mean, look at the way they’re staring into each other’s eyes. And look,” I say, pointing to the caption. “They’re planning on a Christmas wedding. Why would she announce that, if she’s planning to dump him for Grayson in a few days?. I’m afraid Mr. Bennet might be the one in
I go to the door to let him in.“Victor,” I say cheerfully, “Come in, come in,” I say embracing him and letting him kiss my cheeks.“How is little Xavi doing?”“Oh, you know, the great thing about kids is that they’re so resilient. We’re thinking about having a couple of sessions with a therapist, j
As I stare at them, I know, life doesn’t get much better than this. And I’m so unbelievably thankful to have us all safe under the same roof.The awkward moment came when we had to explain that the doctors hadn’t been able to save Mika. Our sweet boy wept for her as we held him in our arms.He’d loo
We shower together and tenderly make love to each other. Both are just so thankful to be back in each other’s arms. Too excited to sleep, I check the monitor for the hundredth time to confirm Xavi is still there. Satisfied, I turn over to find Sebastian lying on his back staring up at the ceiling.
“Right, maintain the status quo.”“Only now, I’m ready to put a fucking hole in Carson’s head. How do I know you didn’t set this whole thing up from the start to paint Carson as the villain? Maybe you want him out the picture so bad, you’re hoping I’ll take him out for you.”Grayson raises his hands
When I’m close enough, Bennet steps forward, extending a hand.“Grayson Bennet.”His handshake is firm, but not crushing like in some juvenile show of power.“Sebastian Petrosky,” I reply and sit in the seat he indicates across the table from him.“So, you attended Princeton,” I say, letting him kno
At breakfast, the more difficult questions arose.“My dear Abby, after suffering that trauma, to discover you were marooned there with that Bennett boy must have been so devastating. Thank God he didn’t realize who you were.” He laughs, “The blithering idiot had reported that he was traveling with a
“You’re welcome,” I say solemnly, puzzled as to why a completely non-sexual encounter felt so incredibly intimate. As she lets her shirt drop back down, I notice that it’s shredded. I’d offer her my shirt, but it’s still tied to the tree. “How does it feel? There’s some ibuprofen in the first-aid ki
GraysonSecure in my arms, I carry Lisa far away from the feline carcass lest any other predators come along, drawn by the smell of blood. Lisa’s head lays against my chest, her right arm’s drawn to her breasts, and she clings to my neck with her left arm.I’d already felt guilty as hell for leaving
GraysonWhat the fuck just happened? I’m literally shaking as I hold Lisa. It’s like my first time all over again, only a hundred times better. I’ve never been so in sync with anyone while making love. We moved as one organism, like a symbiotic relationship where we both fed off each other, giving







