Oh dear, what has Jayson gotten himself into now...?
[Vanessa] Charley promises to wait outside and I turn to Tracy who rushes to pull me into her arms. “I am so sorry, Addy. Do you want me to come with you?” “Please,” I sniffle onto her shoulder. “Oh God, Tracy, what if…” She’s quiet for a moment, holding me in her arms in a tight hug before answering, “Well, if it is him, at least you’d know.” “The strange thing is,” I laugh, wiping my eyes, “Is until I saw you come in I was certain Hunter was with me. I thought he had been in the ambulance with me too, but I was wrong both times,” I shake my head. “I miss him so much I’m seeing him everywhere.” “Well, you did scare us when you collapsed,” Tracy admits, “And there was a young man with you the entire time, a…rather handsome one I might add,” she grins in that lopsided way that she sometimes gets when discussing a guy she met at the gym or an old boyfriend with a nice backside. “But it wasn’t Mr. Grant. It was that new guy, what’s his name…ah, Jason? Greyson?” “Mason,” I groan,
[Addison]My body shakes as the ambulance races through town. A warm hand holds mine to his chest, his deep voice soothing. “Damn it, Addy. I’m so sorry. I shouldn’t have done that. I didn't realize it would hurt you this badly I....” “Hunter?” I moan softly. My eyelids are so heavy. Why can’t I open them?My body rocks suddenly as if going over a bump. “No, turn right here,” the deep voice instructs. “We can’t take her to the hospital. We have everything she needs at Grant Group. Yes, her doctor is waiting. Yes. Thank you.” It can’t be Hunter. No, he’s gone. Turning my head to the side I open my eyes the barest crack. “Hunter?”With blurred vision I trace the outline of a very familiar silhouette. He’s back! Thank God! “I missed you,” I say softly as my body falls limp. “Please don’t leave me again.” “I’m not leaving you,” his words rattle through me. “Never.” My eyes snap open. Hunter isn't here. I must have been dreaming or hallucinating. But it felt so real. “Hunter!” I shout
There's a tinge of pain in my lower back. That idiot! I could miscarry my precious baby because of his lack of tact. Just because his testosterone-addled brain wanted to make a point, he decided to push me to the ground without warning!I thought I was coming here for weapons training, not to be thrown around like a doll. Even if I weren't pregnant, that move could have hurt me. Thankfully, I don't feel any of the tell-tale twinges I felt in the past during my previous miscarriage. Even so, I'm texting Tracy as soon as I can get off this blasted mat. We're going to do a full check up. I don't care if the guards have questions about whether or not I'm at a fertility clinic.Maybe it's time to tell them the truth. If I keep this hidden much longer, something might happen by accident. I'd hate to lose my chance at revenge, but I don't want to lose this baby. Not only because it's my last chance at being a mother, but because it is all I have left of him. Grabbing my wrists, Mason holds m
My beloved’s name dies on my lips as the man turns to face me. This man is not Hunter. I must be hallucinating to mix the two of them up. Hunter is such a singular person, a man who fills a space with his aura, this man is nothing like that.He has his height and girth, but everything else is different. Hunter has a strong jawline and high cheekbones, dark brown hair large navy blue eyes so deep you could fall into them forever.This man has a friendly, heart-shaped face with bright blue eyes and blonde curly hair. He looks nothing like Hunter. I just miss him so much that my mind is making fantasies for my heart to hold onto. “Are you okay?” the man's face falls nervously. “You seem pale.” I can’t tell him what I just thought, that he is my lost fiance. Lots of men have deep voices and wide shoulders. If I tell him the truth, he’ll think I’m a lunatic. Or possibly too emotionally unstable to start this training. I can’t have that. I need this training. If I’m going to be a part of
[Addison]Why is Evelyn working at Livy’s school? Is it to get back at my family? Is she planning to hurt us in some way, to get revenge for the divorce?No. I'm thinking too much into this. She's a teacher by trade, and I'm sure that she loves her work. Even pregnant, she must get lonely. Why else would she exhaust herself working when she's so close to being due?Pressing my hand to my belly I can't help but smirk. I'm being a hypocrite. Not only am I still working, but I'm hiding my pregnancy. Depending on how long this case goes, I may work for its entirety, only stopping if the baby is at risk. I love what I do and it has value and meaning. I'm doing good work, especially now that I'm a part of Black Eagle. I won't let thugs like Debrassy ruin my family or my city. The manner looks beautiful. Even the antique roses have been replaced and new plants are starting to bloom. The home was one of the oldest in town, and most of the brick survived. It's quite a wonder what the contract
[Vanessa] Last week, my world changed forever, again. It’s crazy how many twists and turns we can face in one lifetime. Just a few months ago I was a housewife and part-time paralegal married to a man I thought loved me unconditionally, with a son who was my entire universe. That world ended the day Evelyn Valentine entered my world. My husband’s first love, that homewrecker destroyed a world I never knew was so fragile. I never knew my family existed on borrowed time, living on a thin layer of ice easily shattered by the machinations of one determined woman. As to why she came into our lives in the first place, I still don’t understand. Was it just to steal my wealth, money Michael had been secretly funneling away for years, or was it to take my place as his wife. It doesn’t matter anymore. She’s not a part of my life. Evelyn can have Michael and the crumbs of that old life. I’ve shed it like old skin, emerging as something bigger and stronger than before. “Ma’am,” there’s a knock