Ricardo Sanguin’s POVWhile Ivyrose went to the restroom with the wives of my college buddies, I went out to the cliff again, feeling the need for some fresh air. As I lit my cigarette, my hands trembled, when I thought of what I shared with Ivyrose a while ago. "Hi. Paco. You were right. I finally have her back. I've asked her to marry me and she said yes. Can you believe that?" I wiped the tears that pooled in my eyes. "I miss you, buddy. I fucking wish you were here right now. I'm really sorry. I'm sorry. GOD. I'M SORRY…" I sobbed as scenes from my past after we moved out of the Foxworth mansion all resurfaced. "It's okay. Death is better than this fucking disease, man so shoot!" Paco shouted. "Do it. If you want me to respect you and call you my son, fucking shoot him now! You need this to harden your heart. You don't need friends. You only need money. You only need me, Gareth. That's how you'll survive this world and be as powerful as me one day." Gerardo Sanguin whispered in
Christopher’s POV I woke up and immediately felt bad, smelling puke. My puke. It was on my face— some dry and some still slimy. It was all over the bathroom floor where I was lying face down. I groaned and tried to get up only for my hands to slip on the floor, and my face fell with a thud. “Ow. Shit.” I moved my hand upward and used the bowl to lift myself up. The bowl had puke, poop and god knows what and I gagged when it all swirled together as I flushed it. Groaning, I reached for and held onto the sink, and filled it with water. The bathroom spun around me and I gagged, my fresh puke mixed with the sink water. "Fuck. Fuck. Fuck."I pulled the stopper and waited for everything to drain, regretting drinking a whole bottle of vodka on an empty stomach again. Three days straight was my new record. My reflection showed a long haired, thick bearded man with really dark circles under his eyes—white shirt that looked like I wiped my shit on. I felt so sick. My stomach ache kept makin
Christopher’s POV“One more shot. Come on. What harm could it do, huh?” The woman said, yet my vision started to blur. “No. I uh I need to get a cab. Bye. Nice talking to you…uh…”“Rebbeca, silly. We’ve only been talking for three hours now.” she chuckled. ******I blinked for a second and the next thing I knew, I was in a cheap hotel room that reeked of rat poop. “Wait. How do you know what rat poop smells like?” Hailey interrupted me. We were sitting in Lance's car in the parking lot near Times Square and the three of them were eager to know my darkest secret as if it was some sort of movie. “From the orphanage I grew up in, happy?” “Sorry. Please continue.” *******“Wait. Rebbeca. I can’t do this. I have a girlfriend. Wait.” Rebbeca started unbuttoning my pants as I lay on the bed, the whole room spinning around me. “Stop. NO!” I pushed her but she only laughed. My arms felt like jello and I couldn’t even feel my feet. I closed my eyes, resting my head on the pillow and lost
Hi, everyone. First of all I want to apologize for making you all wait yet again. I'm really really really sorry. As usual my personal life got in the way of me finishing/editing the final chapters, plus I made the mistake of giving my brain a deadline so of course it rebelled and didn't work when I had about 1-3 hours free time (just staring into a blank screen). Now I'm finally re-reading the book to check for errors and then I can finally upload the last few chapters and then have my editor mark it complete. I would like to take this opportunity to thank you all again so so so much. Your gems, chapter comments and 5 star reviews have made such a positive impact on my writing journey. Godbless and Hope you are all doing great. Love, KM
Ivyrose’s POV I watched my dad’s nostrils flare as one of Ricardo’s men checked his chest and the rest of his body for any weapons or recording devices. Gareth smirked when our eyes met. We were thinking the same thing: The powerful Rex Foxworth submitting and swallowing his pride just so he can see me again. "Seriously?" My father said when Nestor patted his crotch area. When he saw me looking at him, he gave me a weak smile which disappeared the moment Ricardo put his arm around my shoulder. For someone so rich and powerful he looked so weak and tired. I sighed when I thought about how I refused his calls while I was having the time of my life in Italy. My mother kept telling me he was worried sick about me, but I couldn't bring myself yet to forgive him. Now guilt coursed through me with how much he's aged in a month and a half. My mother was just standing there, waiting uncomfortably. “That’s enough, Nestor. Let them through.” “Was that really necessary, Sanguin?” My dad sa
Ivyrose's POV The Hamptons "Ahh that feels so good. Yes. That's the spot." my mother said to her masseuse. "Mom. Please. You're doing your gross sex voice again. Sorry about that Brooke.” I said, looking up from my phone and smiling apologetically to her. I was sitting on the couch of the huge exclusive spa room waiting for my toenails to dry while also waiting for my mother to finish her massage. Brooke chuckled and said she was used to my mom loving her work. “See? Brooke doesn’t mind. A good massage deserves a few good moans, doesn’t it? Anyway, have you decided what you’re going to wear later for your rehearsal dinner?” “Yeah. I think the plum dress looks best on me.” “Ooh yes. I like that one too. I can’t believe you’re really getting married tomorrow, baby.” She lifted her head from the hole on the massage table and looked at me all teary eyed. “Yeah, well…I can’t believe that just after a month Dad and Ricardo are already besties, so…” “I think your father figured i
Ivyrose’s POV When mom and I arrived at the church the morning after, it amazed me how Gerardo had made sure the building was surrounded with his men and everyone was checked before they were allowed inside. Mom told the limo driver to go around the back so the guests and the paparazzi wouldn’t get a glimpse of me. “This way.” Seb helped my mom out of the limo first before he held my hand and led us into the back entrance of the church. He took us to a small room which had two couches and a full body wall mirror. “You guys can wait here, okay? The bathroom's right here. There's a window you can use if ever you change your mind and want to run away." he chuckled at his own joke as he left the bathroom door open. "I’m going to go check on your groom. You ladies need anything?”“No. I’m good. Mom?” my mom shook her head and I smiled at Seb. “We’re good. Thanks, Seb.”“Okay. Great. Stay put. I’ll put two men outside this door.”“Not necessary, but yeah, thanks.” My mother said to Seb
Ivyrose’s POV “Villa de Sanguin”, New Haven, New York One year after the wedding “Happy Thanksgiving, Mrs. Cole.” Gareth said the moment I opened my eyes. I smiled, feeling the butterflies fluttering in my stomach as he tucked my hair behind my ears before caressing my face. “Happy Thanksgiving, Mr. Gareth Cole. I love you so—.” His lips touched mine and the sweet words I was supposed to say melted. “I love you so much too, my dear wife. And now, let me give you a peek of just how much I do.” Gareth gave me a peck on the lips before he started nibbling my ear while his hand lifted my short silk nightgown to expose my panties. He put his hand under it and started rubbing my clit. Gareth swirled his tongue in the opening of my ear canal and sent jolts of pleasure down my core. I moaned and bit my lips as he trailed kisses from the side of my neck down to my breasts. A few seconds later, my hips lifted involuntarily when Gareth’s tongue started flicking on my clit, sucking it