almost at the end...I hope you enjoy Nova's graduation!
Nova’s POV I woke up early to straighten my hair and get dressed. Graduation went as expected except for the part where my Abulita wanted to fight someone and Ambrose was getting glared at while waiting for me. Angel’s surprise for me was awesome. I didn’t expect graduation gifts from anyone I work with at the club. I notice Kari and Ambrose talking as I cut the cake and am happy to see them both laughing and shaking each other’s hands. “Kari, would you like a piece of cake?” I ask. “Sure, I’ll be right over!” She smiles at me at pats Ambrose’s shoulder. “ Here you go. I am glad to see the two of you getting along. I know it’s not really easy for either of you.” I grin sweetly. I cut a big piece last and grab Ambrose making him sit. I sit on his lap and feed him some of the cake between taking bites of my own. “Do you like feeding me, like this?” “Yes! It’s kind of fun, but don’t get too used to it.”I smirk.”The novelty of it will wear off if
Ambrose’s POV It has been about a week and a half since Nova and I got engaged and every moment feels like a dream. Looking at my finger or Nova reasures me that this is my reality. It is hard to believe that they actually said ‘yes’ and not only that but they had planned to propose to me at the same moment that I surprised them with my proposal. Tomorrow night Mariposa is having their Pride kickoff performance. They plan on getting a headstart since most clubs are doing their kickoff parties on friday or Sarurday. Mariposa has two weeks of events planned for pride rather than the typical one week. Really, the whol month of June is pride month and everything is decorated in flags, but the themed parties and special events typically focus around the week that the parade happens on. I am just taking the microphone at my Tuesday night gig. “So, normally I don’t promote any other places when I am on stage for a gig, but for anyone interested in a hot Pride Party, Mariposa in
Chapter 78: PrideNova’s POV I am writing on Ambrose’s ass with a tatoo marker. It’ll wash off in a couple days, but for now block letters read ‘PROPERTY OF’ with my signature “Nova’ in a large, scrolly font and a little heart on the tale of the ‘a’. I am going to add glitter after it dries but for now I am taking a picture and admiring Ambrose’s ass as he is leaned over the desk, being obedient. I text it to Candy and lean over and giggle “See how pretty your ass looks with my name on it? I am going to add glitter once it is dry, but I don’t want to smudge it.” There is a knock at the door and I open it cautiously. “I want to see this in person! OOh, Nice ass, sweet cheeks!” Remembering that my bottoms expose my ass quite a bit and that I had turned my back to Candy I recognize the nickname that often uses for me, but Ambrose turns his head trying to figure out if it’s my ass or his being talked about.”Yours is nice to, Blondie! However, your fiance’s ass I could bounce a qua
Ambrose’s POV It’s cliche as all fuck that I was born on the fourth of July, so I usually try to ignore that fact. The last couple of weeks, with all the pride events and all the unconventional ways and places Nova and I found to get some sex in it has been wild. Getting a blowjob in front of everyone was never something that I had imagined, yet spirits were high and most of the people around us were drunk. Cade dared Nova so they squatted down on their platforms and gave me a mind-numbing orgasm on a party bus. Yeah, that was one thing I never thought would happen, the funny part was when I insisted on reciprocating and dove under Nova’s skirt, pulling their panties off and everyone saw me deepthroat their beautiful cock. I took pride in that moment, I didn’t even choke once. Practice does make perfect! I’m just happy that Cade and Christophe were either drunk enough not to remember or smart enough not to bring it up again. This is Nova and Cassie’s first summer in Brookly
Nova’s POV The attorney sits across from us in a shiny office building. This isn’t his office but that of an affiliate of his in New York. He works out of Boston, normally. “Your 25th birthday was yesterday, Mr. Riordan, am I correct?” “Ummm… just call me Ambrose, sir.” Ambrose squeezes my hand. “I need you both to come with me to my office in Boston immediately so that we can sign all the necessary papers with all parties present. Your Uncle, Marcel will need to sign as well. Your, um, partner can come along if you choose.” The attorney says stiffly. A couple of hours later we are in a plush office in Boston and a man who has the same blond curls as Ambrose and looks much like an older, more wealthy version of my man is walking in. He walks right up to Ambrose. “I am sorry, that I have not met you until now, I was not permitted the opportunity. I am a very private man since my divorce and work solely out of my home, so rarely go out in public, but have inquired
Shawn’s POV I am writing my own obituary. Yes, you heard that correctly. I sit at the little desk in my new bedroom and flip on the desk lamp in front of me. I am surrounded by boxes. My whole life boxed up and moved from Atlanta to Brooklyn and I am more than fine with that. In fact I donated or otherwise got rid of more than half of my belongings because they just would no longer be needed. I kept my collection of soccer balls.It was the only sport that I ever enjoyed or was good at and it was perfect that it is played all over the world since we have lived in so many different places over the years, moving to wherever my father has been stationed. Of course, where we lived in Atlanta I was often teased for not playing Football or Basketball, they were what most of the boys were into, but I never could get the taste for them. My father was the one who had pushed me to play sports, he had pushed me to walk straight and tall, lift my chin high, use a firm handshake and look ever
Nova’s Pov I stand in front of my new school, Abraham Lincoln High School in Brooklyn, NY. It is the first day of my senior year of high school. It has been just over a month since we moved to Brooklyn, and I have essentially killed off my past life letting go of everything from my past.well, almost everything. I still talk to Cassie weekly and text and email her as needed. She’s my bff and the only person from my past that knew the real me. I even had mom get me a new phone and phone number to match the fresh start that I am making. Looking around I am relieved to see some diversity here, other kids with colorful hair, one proudly displaying a rainbow flag on their backpack and giggling with a girl with an eyebrow ring and mischievous look on her face. Her short hair is dyed in shades of greens and blues.I also see a group of typical jocks and some preppy looking kids, and a small group smoking across the street with their bad boy , gang banger type vibes…okay, them I defin
Aldo’s POV “Dude, did you hear me?” Tom, my fellow Barista asks. I’m ina bit of a daze, or rather I’m hungover from partying with the guys after practice last night…the painkillers and coffee haven’t kicked in yet so my head is thumping. “Yeah, what was that again, man?” I grumble as I sip my second coffee of the day. I inhale the rich aroma of my coffee before catching a sweet new scent in the air…archidds, and something else, would be my guess…gosh I spend too much time with my mom and sisters, why was I the only dude in the family besides dad? My parents were told their chances of conceiving even with in vitro were slim to none…mom had had 3 miscarriages before adopting me and a few years later Cicely, then, BAM surprise mom got pregnant and managed to carry Sidney to term…so we are kind of a patchwork family, but that is cool with me. My birth parents died when I was 18 months old, and thankfully, the Reeds adopted me not long after. Mrs Reed had been my birth mom’s coll