I smiled incredulously, not quite convinced. I kept feeling that my soul would pay a heavy price."What will you gain from this?" At the end of the day we are not getting married and you will lose money...He denied, interrupting my doubt. Her smile widened, turning the expression terrifying along with a calculating look.—I'll win fucking with you without asking permission at the agency or making an appointment. I'll win when Chelsea keeps her stupid ass on my signature, having no choice but me. There was a gleam of satisfaction in her hazel eyes, before she added, "and I'll make Bradley Dempsey's life hell."Jones's idea was not a noble one. He didn't want to separate Chelsea from Bradley because she wanted something worthwhile for her daughter. Nor because he was doing a favor to someone in particular. All he wanted was to screw over his rival, no matter who he was getting at.His plans were that when Bradley came to see me, I would take pictures of him with me and send them to him
-I will call you."Could you do it when they touch down?" To know you're okay,” I whispered at the end, because I didn't know if he would take it as me wanting to pressure him to explain. Or control his movements. I just worried about him. Before that type of thought did not cross my mind, but since we began to know each other, that instinct woke up in me to want to know if he was well, if he had eaten, if he was upset, etc. Her smile, however, widened before she said, "You'll be the first call I make when I get off the plane," she promised, and the certainty with which she did so helped the butterflies take flight, making me believe that a future was possible. with him, that having a happily ever after wasn't so crazy for someone like me. Will you walk me to the door? He asked hopefully.Right at my door waiting for the elevator, the anxiety that he was leaving began, but it wasn't because I couldn't live without him or I would die if I didn't see him, but because he was actually gi
"I'm not going to deny that," he whispered, falling into my gaze.When our lips met I experienced an explosion in my stomach. It's a combination of you being hungry and jumping out of a parachute at the same time…I've never done it before, but I figured that's what it felt like.The heat was more intense after a few seconds. The moans kicked in after a couple of rounds of stopping, gasping, and continuing. At some point we were on top of her bed past whatever lines Chelsea drew between us. She knew that she was so ready for me when she tried to take off my sweater.However, there was a flash in my mind, like a dim light in the lustful haze, that reminded me that she had been crying in my arms a few minutes ago. It was like a bucket of cold water clearing my thoughts, but her hand was traveling to the fly of my jeans…"Chels," I groaned, torn between my pleasure and doing the right thing, "I'll probably regret this later, but I think we should stop for a minute," I murmured, putting my
As I waited for her to answer the door to take her to the family Sunday, I began to feel anxious because I had not seen her with accessories or jewelry. A rose gold watch and a pair of Cartier earrings were all she wore. We hadn't been out to events together and I didn't pay enough attention the day we met to get an idea if he was wearing that kind of thing.My hands were behind my back, hiding the white paper bag with the Chanel logo on it . I wanted to surprise her."Mr. Dempsey, punctual like a gentleman," he joked as he saw me standing in front of the door. He was wearing black jeans, with a white slouchy mid-shoulder jumper, Black & White ballet flats , and his hair was loose in soft waves. He was focused on checking that he wasn't wearing anything other than the rose gold watch. And since I don't want to cause bad impressions, I'm ready to go,” he added to my silence.Men generally don't see details like what a woman is wearing because we're more concerned with other things abou
Entering the event was different than the other times. The photographers did not hesitate to use the cameras to immortalize my appearance with a woman after many years attending alone. Then we have the looks, which weren't subtle at all. The difference in age was noticeable, that we were both from different firms, and the recognition of our last names. One thing I admired about Chelsea, though, was her ability to walk around holding my hand like none of it affected her. For a moment I was intimidated, but then I thought, 'fuck the gossip', after all, he wouldn't be the first or the last to notice a woman younger than him. She wasn't a prostitute or she had a dubious past. I was surprised when a woman appeared to greet her, saying that she was her old singing teacher. I was shocked when she practically begged for her help, explaining that the vocalist for the event had a mishap, and that she needed a replacement. She struggled until Chelsea relented, though mostly because the woman
So, I had a trip to London scheduled for the end of November. And that was the reason why Bradley was anxious, because he couldn't wait for this trip to check that everything was okay... Although we both knew it wasn't true.Fortunately, I had a couple more episodes that only Bradley witnessed. I think he got a dose of the reality of the situation, that my time was passing and soon there would be nothing left of the Chelsea he loved. That also bummed me out because Bradley was happy with me; we were happy together, but there was a part of him that lived in uncertainty and maybe the pressure was making him duller than he was. As if my illness consumed him. It was when I would get crazy ideas about whether he wasn't being selfish. You know, cutting off his ability to find a woman who could offer him a real future.But then he thought that he had no right to choose for him, that Bradley was solely responsible for deciding if what he was going through was worth it.We had known each other
He looked at me with such enthusiasm that it put me in a big bind.Julio finished and Lucas returned from the camp.Dempsey's son dropped the bombshell that I should come live with them, taking me by surprise and not knowing what to say. I stayed at his house for a couple of days, but from there to living with Dempsey was a giant step.We were happy during the weeks that passed. They were full of love, laughter, family Sundays and funny anecdotes. It seemed crazy, but there was a strange bond between me and Dempsey, like I belonged on her side. I had a feeling that she could float through the air and that nothing would make me fall.To be honest, she also had no problem with the idea of living together; If Alzheimer's taught me anything when I was taking care of Mom, it was that this disease doesn't wait for you to be ready to show up. It steals your dreams, goals and plans. It takes away the possibility of being independent and enjoying freedom.Still, she wasn't sure if Dempsey wa
"I told them the truth," he said with a sigh. Well…not the sex part. At least not Mom or Lucas. But I explained that Claire has a drug problem and that she had signed me responsible. That she would be taking care of Sunny while the state finds a foster family. His muscles tensed as she tightened the screws into the wood. Wow, who knew that seeing a man using tools would be so nice.He turned to see me and smiled sideways, smug when he noticed that I drool. I wrinkled the corner of my mouth in annoyance and turned my attention back to Sunny."Has Claire called you?" I asked doubtfully. If they took my daughter away from me, I'd be at the surrogate parents' door making a racket.-No. I called Social Services and they said that he had entered the rehab center. They don't allow you to have phones. Sunny dropped her interest in the putty and started playing with a toy that made cow sounds and stuff. Should she have pieces left over? Her,” she asked to himself. I looked up at the crib and i