LAYLAThe conversation with my father was strange and distorted in my memory.“He’swhere?”“He didwhat?”“Where is this Blake Morten mother fucker now?”My dad was usually mild-mannered, but his Irish side came out swinging when his family was threatened.“He’s… I don’t know. I think they took his statement and let him go.”“They let the asshole who assaulted you go and they arrestedAiden?”I don’t remember how I answered the questions. At one point, my mom took over, and I heard the sounds of my dad furiously packing his overnight bag. Her voice was soft and soothing, but I couldn’t remember a thing she’d said after we got off the phone. Except that they were both coming.I went back to the hotel room in a state of shock. I couldn’t believe that just a few hours ago, Aiden had sat on that bed and watched me get dressed. I was so sure when we left this room that when we came back, he would help me get undressed. Now I twisted my arm behind my back and pulled the zipper down myself. I’
AIDENThe next week passed in a hellish blur. It was a series of worst-case scenarios, all linked together on one endless chain of torment.First, Jack bailing me out of jail, his jaw set and his eyes burning. I knew without having to ask that he knew. He didn’t say a damn thing about it though. He just nodded tersely at me as I walked toward him, holding the envelope they’d sealed my phone and wallet into. Then he turned on his heel, pushed through the precinct’s front door, and was gone by the time I got out to the sidewalk.I took a cab back to the hotel and wasn’t surprised to find that Layla had completely erased herself from the hotel room. There wasn’t a spare earring back to prove she’d ever been there. I looked around and felt the pit in my stomach deepen.The next link on the chain was the story that broke by that afternoon. It was centered around Blake, which made sense because he was the one with the most name recognition. What blew my fucking mind though was how sympathet
“Yeah, I’m fucking sure. He attacked Layla.”Maureen was quiet, like she’d been waiting for me to confirm that. “Is she going to testify to that, if she has to?”“Of course she is.”My response was knee jerk, but beneath it, the pit was widening, deepening, darkening. I couldn’t see the bottom or feel the sides anymore. I was hollowing out.WouldLayla testify for me?HadI been mistaken? Why wasn’t she returning my calls? Where the hell was she?I went by her place at least once a day, but she was never there. At least, she never answered her door. I even slow crawled past Jack’s house, but there was no sign of her car. Then, on Friday night, six days after my world went to hell, it went away. Blake dropped the charges. He released a statement about it being a misunderstanding. He apologized to the unnamed woman who had been involved. He was going to work on himself and figure out how this could have happened.Astounded, I called Layla again. I was so sure that now this one thing had fal
LAYLAI spent the week in my childhood bed, staring at the ceiling. Cross Media’s HR had put me on a week-long leave of absence, and I was grateful. I kept my hands folded over my abdomen as though if I kept them there long enough, eventually I would believe there was a real baby in there. My baby. Aiden’s baby. Apparently, the three pink plus signs on the pregnancy tests I still had lined up on my bathroom sink weren’t enough proof.Even if my brain wouldn’t accept it though, my body wouldn’t let me forget. The sudden nausea and exhaustion made so much sense now, I didn’t know how I hadn’t seen it before. I suppose because I hadn’t wanted to. I’d fallen in love with Aiden before I had the chance to rationalize it. With Christian, I’d done my legwork. I’d gotten to know him. I’d ascertained that we both wanted roughly the same thing–to establish our careers, then have children. With Aiden, just like with this baby, my body had succumbed before my brain had a chance to catch up.As far
“I already love it,” I said, letting the tears slip down. “And if he doesn’t, I might hate him for it.”She nodded understandingly. Somehow, she found my hand through the pile of blankets and squeezed it reassuringly. “But then you’ll get over it because you’ll have a baby to raise.”I wasn’t so sure that was possible. I’d never loved anyone like I loved Aiden. It was all consuming, all encompassing. I’dhadto cut off communication, or I wouldn’t have been able to think.“Do you know what he’s going through right now?” Liv asked tentatively. “I mean, are you following the story at all?”I blinked at her. “The story?”She nodded. “It’s a minor league scandal. Blake is saying that Aiden attacked him because you came onto him.”I struggled to wrap my mind around this. Then, as it hit, I struggled up into a sitting position. “Wait. You’re telling me that even though Blake dragged me into an empty room and tried to assault me,Aidenis coming off as the bad guy?”Liv nodded again. “That’s the
***There was a strange sort of irony to the fact that after weeks of feeling strange and sick, the first time I felt strong again was on my way to confront Blake. I thought the anxiety would make my nausea worse than ever, but to my surprise, there was no anxiety. Instead, there was a strange sort of power rushing through my veins as I walked into his building where he’d agreed to meet–with his lawyer–in one of the common rooms.After Liv left, I’d reviewed the media coverage of the incident. I was surprised by how much play it got, but it was a slow news week. Every statement I read made my blood boil. Liv had been right, Blake was playing the role of victim to the hilt, and Aiden wasn’t doing a damn thing to counter. It wasn’t like him.The sight of Blake made my fingers curl into reflexive fists. His big hands were flat on the table as if to show he was innocent, but I remembered them wrapped around my wrist, the dizzying blur of the carpet pattern passing underneath my reluctant
AIDENI went to Jack’s house and had it out with him. He wanted to punch me in the face, but he held back. “She’s not here,” he growled instead and tried to slam the door closed on me.I caught the door just in time, managing to keep it open a few inches.“Just punch me, Jack,” I said tiredly. “I would do it if I were you. But if it means anything, I love her.”“It doesn’t mean shit,” he informed me, but he stopped pushing on his side of the door. He regarded me for a moment, then said, “Sit down. I’ll come out.”I wondered if that meant he was lying and that Layla really was inside. Hope lit like a match in my chest. Jack had walked away from the door, but I didn’t push my way in to test my theory. I had to face him first. Then I could face the person who mattered most.Jack came out with a beer for each of us, which I took as a good sign. Granted he’d gotten himself a craft beer from the Tree House Brewing Company and I was handed a half-frozen Bud Light that I guessed had been stuc
“What happened?” I asked quietly, lowering myself onto one of the wooden chairs. I didn’t want to sit on the couch and find out whether she chose to sit next to me or on the loveseat opposite.Layla sat in the chair nearest me, pulling it out so that our knees were facing each other. She felt both very close and very far. Again, I had the feeling I was looking at two things that couldn’t be true at the same time. That had to be love shining in her eyes, but why was she sitting so rigidly with her fingers fighting each other in her lap? She looked like I had felt when I told Shara I wanted a divorce. Guilty and sad and hopeful that I was doing the right thing. But I hadn’t loved Shara by that point, and Layla loved me. I could see it.“What happened with Blake was… not great,” she said, her eyes sliding away from mine. “Thank God you were there.”A knot of tension loosened in my stomach. “I’m just sorry I wasn’t there sooner.”She waved her hand. “You were there in time. I’m sorry abou
"What?"Jake leaned forward and lowered his voice, "Well the beef isn't floppy is it?"I pushed back from the table. All the air in my lungs escaped in shock at the question. "Seriously?""What? I'm big, but I don't want to be shooting hot dogs down a corridor.""No. No. I can't believe you just said that," I pushed myself away from the table, knocking my drink over in the process. "Shit!"Rosa pounced on the splattered drink, and I had to push her away."Don't drink that!" I snapped.Jake pulled Rosa back and stood over me, "Don't yell at my dog.""Well don't have your dog out here trying to drink poison.""Poison?" he roared and grabbed my arm. "You were going to poison my dog?"He was stronger than I thought, the squeeze on my arm made me want to yelp in pain, but I forced it down. I wasn't going to give him that satisfaction."It was a frozen chocolate, asshole," I stood up and pulled my arm away from his grip. "Or are you also dumb when it comes to food?""What the hell are you t
Another ding made me check again. It was like an addiction to see who was clicking on my profile. This guy was in his thirties. He wore a green football jersey and was hanging out at some bar. I flipped to another photo where he was out hiking somewhere. In his hand was what obviously looked like a leash so I flipped to the next photo and was greeted immediately by the snoot of a golden retriever.My heart instantly melted at the sight of the dog and I let out an audible aww. I clicked ok on him and waited for a response.Nothing.Another match came in with a ding.I continued flipping through the different matches I was consistently getting for another ten minutes before I decided to stop. It was getting a bit much, and I needed a break from deciding if someone might be a creep or not. Instead, I turned my attention back to my messages which were now filled with responses from some of the guys I had matched with. I started with the golden retriever guy.Sup.Hey, your dog is really c
"Didn't say that."I sighed, and drooped my shoulders. "You're as bad a liar as I am sometimes. Just trust me. Nothing is going on between us right now.""Good," he stabbed the fork at me in the air. "You deserve better than him.""Oh?" I raised a brow. "Need me to find the richest man in the world then? I mean, I guess I could try, but I doubt he'd want to marry me either. I might be a catch, but I'm not gonna bow to just anyone." I flipped a piece of my hair over my shoulder.He chuckled and took a deep breath, "You know what I mean. Just don't be getting with someone who might cause you heartache later on. I don't need to shoot my best friend because he broke my daughter's heart.""I'll be fine, dad," I reached a hand out, and gently rested it on his. "Trust me on this one. If anything happens to me because of a guy, I'll make sure you're the first to know and get your gun ready for you."He dropped me back off at my apartment later that evening with a box filled with desserts he d
KIMI twirled my fork around the spaghetti and then dropped the ball of noodles again on the plate haphazardly."Are you alright, Kim?" my dad asked, pulling me out of my strange pasta trance."Hm? Oh! Yeah, I'm fine," I muttered."Kim... You've been quiet since we came back from Hawaii. You're not fine." He took a bite of his fettuccini and pointed the fork at me. "You might have grown up and left the house, but I still know when you're sad. If I didn't know any better, I'd think you found a puppy on the side of the road you wanted to bring home, and then found out it already had an owner."I rolled my eyes and chucked, "I was ten, dad. Every cartoon back then made it sound like you could just adopt an animal from the dumpster and call it a day.""And the raccoon?"I shrugged, "It looked like a fat cat.""I just want to make sure you're not getting into any trouble or need some help is all. You're still my baby girl.""Yeah, I know dad. Thanks." I took a bite of a mini meatball, "So,
I shook my head and took another sip, "You're right. I met someone recently. Not sure I could ever be with her. She let a beast inside me come out, and I don't want to hurt her if it gets uncontrollable.""Did you hurt her yet?""No, not yet. I--""Then you probably won't. If you know it's there, then you can work to fix it." He downed another shot, "Maybe you need to go see her and talk it out. It might be good to talk with your ex-wife too. God knows they like to be malicious when they see one of us in a successful marriage. Listen to someone who knows.""Yeah, I probably should smooth things over with Sarah. She deserves that at least. So does Mandi.""Mandi the girl?""No!" I almost shouted in horror, my voice coming out a little louder than I expected. "No, Mandi's my daughter and the woman I like is her friend."The old man furrowed his brow and leaned back, "This lady friend. She your age?"I snorted. I knew she was much younger than me, but he was the first to question it, "Sh
JAREDI stared out into the skyline of New York. Most of my boxes were still piled up in the corners of the condo. I had managed to find a nice one in the Financial District with the help of Jessica and a decent realtor, but the act of moving itself was still such a pain. Hiring movers was all well and good, but I preferred not to have someone touching my stuff and putting it somewhere I wouldn't know about. The last time I moved, I couldn’t find my favorite watch for weeks, and had to buy a new one.I grabbed my phone and hovered over Kim's number. I wanted to give her a call to see how she was doing, but I quickly scrolled past it. There was no way I could call her, not after our last conversation on the beach. We had done our farewells. It was done.Out on vacation, it had been easy for us to enjoy one another's company. The fact that there were too many familiar faces in New York was a good enough sign that I needed to watch myself. One wrong step and stocks would crash, the busin
My heart skipped a beat as I stared into the eyes. I could fall into him and be the submissive girl he wanted last night, but everything about today made me want to defy him for a little longer. I wanted to see him get frustrated with me and take me in a fit of anger like he had last night. All I needed to do was push a few more buttons.“Since when did we agree to you not sharing me?”His face turned an angry red, “I’m saying it now.”I let out an exaggerated sigh. “It’s too bad. I did enjoy his company all last night.” I shook my head in dismay. “Oh, what will Mandi think when she hears I was actually fucking you last night when she thought it was him.”Jared sucked in a sharp breath. Every ounce of anger he had evaporated in an instant. I wanted to build it back up, but if he couldn't hold onto the jealousy to claim me tonight, it was better to tease him and comfort him. This was our last night together, and just being close would at least soothe some of my appetite for him.“See?”
The wedding unfolded without a hitch. Everything flowed smoothly with plenty of crying from everyone. Every few minutes, I peeked over at Jared. When he wasn’t looking at Mandi, he was staring at me.My mind spun back to last night. I didn’t want it to end, but there was no way we could keep going without at least taking a shower and heading back to our rooms to put on fresh clothes. Even his nice clothes were wrinkled from being tossed into a forgotten pile for most of the night. I squeezed my legs together to try and ignore the yearning to fuck him again while we were out here.“You may now kiss the bride.”My attention snapped back to the wedding as I joined the others in clapping while Carl and Amanda gave each other their first official kiss into their marriage.As the wedding came to a close, I remembered Mandi and Amanda’s warning that they would figure out who I had been with almost every night since arriving here. I wasn’t sure how much longer I could keep it a secret. My pho
KIMI adjusted my sunglasses to shield my eyes from the deadly sunlight. Thankfully makeup could cure the bags under my eyes. While the night was the best I had ever had with Jared, we barely got any sleep in his private hotel room.“Kim?” Mandi broke through my exhausted lack of attention. “Are you sure you’re alright?”I bit the inside of my cheek, “Yeah, I’m fine.”“You met up with that mystery guy last night, didn’t you?” A sly smirk crossed her face, “You gonna finally reveal who the man was? He did keep you up last night.”I glanced over at Jared who was sitting in the chairs for those who weren’t directly involved in the wedding. The glasses hid my gaze which made it easy to admire him.“No, not yet at least.”Mandi puffed her cheeks and crossed her arms, “You’re really no fun, are you?”“Mandi! Kim!” Amanda called out from an oversized tent at the back of the beach. “Come on, ladies.”We both hurried to the tent and out of the scorching heat.I took off my sunglasses and let t