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Chapter 9: More Than Anything In This World
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After kissing me softly on the lips, he walks to his car. As I watch him drive away, all I can think about is the sound of his voice when he says, “I love you.”“Oh, my goodness!” Destiny exclaims when I tell her about my weekend.She seems overjoyed to hear every juicy detail about how we never once left the cabin at any time. How we laid in each other’s arms on the bear skin rug in front of the roaring fire, and how it felt when he told me several times that he loved me. “It was amazing. I wouldn’t trade it for the world.” I say before my voice trails off, while thinking about how his body felt on top of mine.“He’s something alright.” She remarks and for some reason when she says it, it sounds more sarcastic than not.Hesitating, I start to wonder what she meant by it, so I ask, “What’s wrong?” Before I regret even saying anything.“Well, I don’t want you getting hurt. That’s all. A man like that instantly falling in love, all the signs point to something else. He is either
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After calling him and practically begging to see his place, he finally agrees to bring me over. Of course, I had to agree to stay the night, but that is a win-win situation anyways. Following through with Destiny’s plan, I begin to wonder if he isn’t still married. Who on earth would let a man like that go? He is perfect in every way imaginable. His body is to die for, not to mention, he is so funny and handsome. His ex-wife must have been stupid to divorce him.On cue, as if Destiny was in my head and hearing my every thought, I can hear her whisper, “Maybe she didn’t.”Shaking my head, I try to dismiss the thought because I want this to work out, I really do. I love him and nothing else matters, that is unless he is married. That is something I can’t work with.I close my eyes and take a deep breath before I stand up and stretch. Letting my mind wonder, I remember last weekend and how we fit perfectly with each other, almost as if we were meant to be. When I open my eyes,
Meant To Be: The Violinist's Tale Chapter 12: Endless
“Do you like it?” He says with that same old twinkle in his eyes as he takes me by the hand and shows me the rest of the house.“Of course. Who wouldn’t?” I say in amazement over everything I have seen so far. I was right, it has 11 bedrooms, and all have attached baths. There is a huge dining room painted tan like sand, that is the size of my house with a crystal chandelier hanging above the middle of the table. Just as I think that this house couldn’t get any more unreal, he leads me to the pool area. Yes, it has an indoor 30-foot pool big enough for me to lounge all day in if I feel like it.He stops and turns around to speak to me, “You know. I think in a way, the reason why I bought this place was so my ex-wife would get mad. When she divorced me, I had nothing except for the clothes on my back. So, in a very real way, by me making these billions, I had the final say and stuck it to her where it hurts the most.” He says begrudgingly in almost a whisper, as he gets a far
Meant To Be: The Violinist's Tale Chapter 13: Waking Up In His Arms
Looking over at him, I notice that his eyes are closed and then I hear him begin to softly snore. A smirk appears in the corner of my mouth and then I full on smile when the snoring becomes louder. He is asleep and he looks so adorably handsome.Fighting back the creeping feeling that this might be the last time I see this, I take a mental picture just in case and then climb out of bed so I can clean up a little before I too go to sleep. When I glance out the window on the way to the bathroom, I see the darkness and realize that it must be much later than I initially thought it was. So, I hurry and get washed up.Climbing back in bed, I feel the brisk chill in the air of a summer night, so I quickly pull up the bedspread over us and snuggle up to him. The moment I touch him, he turns over and makes a couple noises before wrapping his arm around me and continuing to sleep. As I close my eyes, I fight back the emotions that I am feeling right now, because the morning will be a new
Meant To Be: The Violinist's Tale Chapter 14: Back At Home
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Meant To Be: The Violinist's Tale Chapter 15: Meeting The Family
“We grew up together, even though we never talked to each other. It’s kind of funny.” Sam states with a smile on his face as he stands there next to me and chats with Stephanie, one of his cousins.She has beautiful long black hair and chiseled features with a high forehead, that make her look very Native American. Not to mention, she has a deep and sensual voice. If I didn’t know better, I would swear she is a model straight out of one of those Cosmopolitan magazines. Her height, however, is extraordinary for a woman. She must be at least 6 foot tall.Staring at her, you would never guess that she is shy and the quiet type. Reserved maybe, but never the one to hide in a corner and hope no one talks to her. But from what Sam told me about her, she is, and it is amazing that she wouldn’t be comfortable in her own skin. That woman is so beautiful that I’m even jealous of her.Apparently, Sam’s family has quite a bit of Cherokee in their blood. Matter of fact, he is 50 percent o
Meant To Be: The Violinist's Tale Chapter 16: The Hotel Room
When we get back to the hotel room, Sam walks into the bathroom to clean up. I yell after him, “What did Aunt Myrtle mean by that?” Because I was curious as to what exactly is going on.Peeking his head out, all the blood is gone, and he smirks before stating, “It’s a tradition in our family. Every time we are all together, there is either a fight or someone dies. We would much rather have someone in a fight, trust me. However, occasionally there is a death because one of the kids does something stupid. That is why we only get together when there is a wedding or a funeral.”Smiling now, he disappears for a few minutes and then once he comes back out, he is completely cleaned up. “So, how did you like meeting the family? They all think that we ran off and got hitched.” He says in an amused tone after starting to laugh.“Well, after meeting most of them, I liked them. That was until your brother Daniel jumped me. What is his problem, anyway?” I ask hesitantly because I don’t wa
Meant To Be: The Violinist's Tale Chapter 17: The Phone Call
A few weeks back, I decided to really start practicing my violin again. When I picked it up, it was like riding a bike. I found that I had never forgotten a single thing, except for the immense pleasure I got from making beautiful music.The way the wood felt in my hands and the bow molded perfectly to my fingers, you would have thought that I had been playing all along. When I heard the first note, it was like the heavens had opened and I smiled harder than I had in years. It was a good day because I had a sense of purpose.Now, as I open the letter stamped with the Philharmonic’s name and address on it, I feel anticipation course through my veins. I had applied last week by sending my audition tape and resume to them, but I honestly didn’t think they would ever accept me for the position of concertmaster. However, the moment my tired eyes rest on those very words, I read it over again to make sure. Sure enough, it is all there. Everything from salary to hours and what is exp
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