Harlow isn't sure what to think when she wakes up somewhere she's never been. With a man she doesn't remember. This is the stuff of nightmares. Or maybe... Just maybe it could be a fairytale.
View MoreThirteen Years Later...Harlow"Mom! Have you seen my tie?" Beckett calls from down the hallway. I roll my eyes and smile as I walk towards his room. "On your dresser, baby." I say, pointing towards it."Oh. Yeah. Sorry." he says with a sheepish grin that still makes my heart feel warm after all these years. "When's Bella getting here?" I ask. "Everyone's gonna be here at four." he says, tucking his shirt into his dress pants. "Did you get the corsage?" I ask him. "Oh shit!" he exclaims. I groan and give him a firm look, but his face just splits into a grin. "Just kidding. It's in the fridge." he says walking past me. He kisses my cheek on the way before throwing a smile back at me. "Love you, mom!" he yells. "Love you too." I say to his retreating form.A few hours later we're standing outside with Beckett's group of friends as they all take pictures before their senior prom. I still can't believe that he's grown already and all set to go off to college in the fall. He has his
Four Years Later...HarlowThe loud crack of thunder startles me out of sleep. I sit up in bed, breathing hard as a flash of lightning rings through the room. I look over at Pierce, but he's still sleeping soundly. I smile a little at him, reaching over to run my hand down his back. He moves slightly, but resettles quickly. I yawn and go to nestle back into the sheets when my phone rings on the nightstand next to me. I look at the screen and answer it quickly. "Hello?" "Mrs. Arnoult?" Becca asks. "Yes, Becca. What do you have for us?" I ask. We've had nearly sixty placements over the last few years, I know the drill. I hear Becca start crying on the other line and I sit up a little straighter, not used to her show of emotion. "Fuck, Harlow. I don't know if I can do this anymore." she says. We've known her for years, but she rarely breaks the professional boundaries like this. It must be bad. "What happened, sweetie?" I ask. She sighs and sniffles before she continues. "It's a b
HarlowI groan and stretch as I start to reenter the world of the living. I try to hold onto my dream about tasting wine in the French countryside for awhile longer. But then I remember it's not a dream. This time it's a memory and the realization makes warmth flood through me. Pierce actually bought us a chateau in the French countryside. I was pleasantly surprised when we arrived a couple of days before my birthday to see it was really more like a cottage. It's cozy, warm and completely perfect. Just like Pierce. I feel a twinge of something and groan as I start to become more fully awake. I feel it again and pop my eyes open, looking down to see Pierce between my legs, his tongue flicking at my clit in a slow, luxurious pace. Once he realizes I'm awake, he looks up at me with a warm smile. "Happy birthday, love." he says, before tilting his face back into my pussy. I inhale a sharp breath, my legs twitching as he starts to go faster. He's been testing my body for weeks, findi
PierceShe follows my command beautifully, stripping out of the rest of her clothing and laying on the bed, tipping her knees apart to give me the perfect view. I groan as I push my boxers down, my cock springing forward as I reach down to stroke myself. She watches with feral hunger, licking her lips. "Come here." I say, motioning for her to come towards the end of the bed. She does without a thought, getting on her knees to face me. I reach out to cup her jaw, letting my thumb run along her bottom lip. I lean down to kiss her, pulling her lip into my mouth and biting on it gently. She groans, the sound sending a straight shot of pleasure through my body. I pull away slowly, letting my hand glide back to grip her hair. Not hard enough to hurt, but enough to give me control over her movements. I move her so she's sitting rather than kneeling, then force her to look up at me. "Open." I say, tapping on her mouth with my free hand. She obliges, opening her mouth and leaning towards m
HarlowIt took a few days for Pierce to get back to normal. He got annoyed with being dizzy and having body aches all over, but with plenty of care from me and some tough love, since he doesn't like to lay around and be lazy, I got him back to where he was before the accident. Today was his first day back at work and I could tell at lunch time he was already over it. He had a backlog from not working while we were apart, plus everything he missed while he was healing so by the end of the day I could tell he was stressed out. His shoulders were tight with tension and he had a bulging vein in his forehead that pretty much guaranteed he was going to be in a pissy mood later.I decided to do something nice for him to help him relax so I found something to make for dinner. We had been doing easy meals since we mostly ate in bed, but tonight I wanted to do something special and eat in the dining room. I spent most of the afternoon cooking and I couldn't wait to see his reaction. By the tim
HarlowIt took awhile, since Pierce is incredibly independent and apparently stubborn as well, but I was finally able to get him home. Pulling up to the mansion, knowing I would be staying here with him left me feeling settled in a way that I hadn't even before he let me go. Now I can say with absolute certainty that I'm here because I want to be. Not because he's forcing me. "Are you sure you don't just want to lay on the couch?" I ask him, eyeing the stairs nervously as he makes his way towards them.The spiral beauty has never looked so dangerous. "No, love. I want to lay in our bed with you." he says, kissing my head before grabbing the banister. I walk next to him, holding him up slightly as we go slowly towards the top. I don't rush him, knowing his pace may be slow for a few days. When we get to his room, I push open the door and the scent that hits me is a little off putting. I look around the room to see it practically in shreds, the sheets barely on the bed, clothes layin
PierceI feel like I'm floating. Like I can't feel my body. It's a strange sensation that reminds me of when I was put to sleep for surgery on my leg. I can't see anything. Or maybe I just can't open my eyes. I wonder where I am or what's happening. Then one singular word floats through my brain. Harlow"I'm right here, baby." I hear her voice float through space. "Harlow?" I ask. "Yes, Pierce. I'm right here." she says, her voice quiet and filled with emotion. I feel something then, a pressure against my hand. I try to move and close my fingers around hers and when I do, a small sob slips from her. "Why are you crying?" I ask, trying to blink my eyes open so I can see her. I just need to see her. "I was so worried." she says, and I can feel her move next to me as she leans down to press a kiss to my cheek. When she pulls away I'm wet with her tears and she wipes them away. "I'm sorry." I murmur, finally able to force my eyes open. I have to blink a few times, but she finally c
PierceAfter Etta left, part of me hoped that Harlow would come home. That my sister would tell her how utterly pathetic I am without her and she would take pity on me. Or at least realize that I meant every word I ever said to her. After a day or so, I manage to get up and do some work. I feel slightly better, but not much. I eat a little and shower again, but don't have the energy to get dressed so I throw on some boxers and collapse back onto my bed. I stare out my window for awhile, watching as fluffy snowflakes trickle towards the ground. I've always loved the snow. It seems like when the Earth is blanketed by snow, everything gets a little softer. Quieter. There's a kind of peace to it. I imagine having a snowball fight with Harlow. Watching her lay on the ground and make angels. I smile at the thought, even through the ache in my chest at the realization that I may never get to experience that. I hear something outside my door, a rustling and then some footsteps. My heart ki
HarlowFive days. It's been five days since Pierce left me in that parking lot and I haven't heard so much as a whisper from him. The shock wore off around the third day. Now I'm just pissed. And honestly, I'm holding on to that anger for dear life because I know when it wears off all that will be left is pain. And I'm not ready to feel the pain yet. Part of my processing has been going over his words again and again in my mind. I understand what he was saying. I don't even fault him for it, but he could have gone about it in a different way. A better way. But then part of me wonders if he even meant what he said. Maybe he just doesn't want me anymore. That's the painful part. Maybe after a few months together he realized I'm not as great as he thought I am. Maybe he got bored or even annoyed with me. Maybe he figured out that there really isn't anything special about me. I sigh and take another bite of ice cream. I went to the store yesterday. I've been eating my feelings so
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