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
I hurry inside the store but turn to watch him pull out to the side of the road. He waits there for about a minute before he peels out onto the street. A few seconds later, I see the gray SUV and green pickup truck pursuing him.“Oh God, please let him be all right,” I groan as I stare out the windo
AbigailWe’ve been driving non-stop for about two and a half hours on I-85 North and we’re just crossing the Virginia state line. The sun is setting to the West and the stunning beauty of the orange and yellow menagerie of vibrant color could easily lull us into a false sense of security. But Grayso
She rolls her eyes, but a smile tugs at the corner of her mouth. I scan the parking lot once more. “We’ve got to keep our faces hidden as much as possible. Keep your shades on, cap pulled low, and hood pulled up.”“Got it,” she replies readily.“Ok, on three.” We dash out into the parking lot, my e
“All right, I’ll get the items, just get here soon.”“I will, bye.”I sit there for a few seconds, my heart jittering and my nerves frazzled. I’m relieved to hear from Grayson, but worried about his condition. Was he shot? How did he manage to get one of their vehicles? What will he make of what Aar







