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After feeding Richard, I decide to head to the kitchen and whip us up a meal. Everyone says that I’m obsessed with my diet. That’s not true. It’s just that working on a ranch is hard going, so I try not to keep crap in the house. I don’t even buy beer. I must be the only guy in Texas who never buys beers. Drinking is for going out, and I find that there’s nothing lonelier than drinking alone, so I try and avoid it. “What you cooking?” Kylie asks as she sits on the kitchen bench. “Couscous, chicken, and some beans.”“Looks good.” I can tell that she’s not happy about it. “Only healthy produce here, baby.”“Yeah, I know it’s just what I need. Even my skin’s clearing up since I’ve been here.”“That’s good, right?”She shrugs. “I suppose.”Shit, I remember her being the most confident girl in the world—the one that would walk into a room and just light it up. I wonder what changed her? What made her give up? “I work on the ranch all day, and I need this to help fuel me up, or I’ll jus
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Last night, I thought that Noah would come into my room, but after seeing to Richard, he just fell asleep on the chair. I didn't want to wake him. I wanted him to come to me, not for me to hint.But he never did. Maybe I'm misreading the signals, but I thought that there’s still something between us.As promised, he came back from working on the ranch midday, and we went for our walk. This place is so damn beautiful, part of me doesn’t want to leave. I know that Noah won’t say no because he needs help with Richard, but I want him to want me. Every so often, he just stops and looks at Richard, even when he’s crying. When I first came, he was acting like the competent dad, but now he kind of looks lost. We’re on the sofa crashing out because we know that we have around four hours before Richard wakes up and needs another feeding. “Kylie,” he says as he looks at me with fire in his eyes. I’m leaning on his shoulder, hoping that this is the moment that I’ve been waiting for. It’s as if
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“Wow, I guess that I’ve got a lot of work to do to keep up with you.” I laugh as I wrap my arms around her. “More the other way around. It reminds me of back in the hotel, the wedding… the time you told me to keep away from you.”I shake my head because that’s not exactly the way I remember it. If anything, it was more the other way around. “You told me that it wasn’t a good idea. Your mom and Terrance had just gotten married, and you told me that it was best we didn’t take it any further.”She moves away from me. “You know nothing about women.”Apparently not, because that's what she told me. I never knew that there was double meaning in it. How was I supposed to know? She would call and make sure that I wasn't at the same events as her. It was pretty clear that she wanted nothing to do with me. Not anymore.“Just going to the bathroom. Be back in a minute.”I want to tell her not to be long. It’s as if not feeling her body next to me has made me feel cold again. I wake up alone a
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I can’t believe it. I’m sitting down, and all these songs are rolling through me. It’s as if this musical constipation has turned into diarrhea and they’re pouring out of me. “What are you doing?” Noah asks as he starts to grope my tits. I look down, and Richard’s on his bouncy chair—a gift from Terrance, who has become obsessed with spoiling him ever since he got the paternity results. The whole house looks like a nursery. There isn’t a toy or baby stuff not occupying one part of the house. It’s sweet watching him fuss over someone else apart from himself. Luckily, Noah has a piano, which he said that he bought with me in mind. He felt that his home had to have one to have a piece of me. That felt kind of sweet, knowing that when he bought this place and decorated it, he was thinking of me. I don’t know what it is because everything’s clicking like crazy. We go for walks every day, and I submitted a couple of recordings to my manager—my official manager—who said that he would forw
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Kylie’s been quiet ever since we sat down to dinner. Richard’s asleep and the monitor’s on the table. We’re supposed to be watching a movie. I put on some chick flick thinking that she’ll like it, and Kylie’s head’s on my lap. I can’t concentrate because I want her so badly. She’s been recording all day, and I’ve been at the ranch. I’m not sure if she’s in the mood. I move her head up by delicately touching it in case she’s watching the movie. Silence. She doesn’t protest or say anything.She lifts her head up, and she’s staring into my eyes. “Kylie?”Her breathing quickens as I pull her close and kiss her gently. I’m expecting her to say something, anything, to tell me to stop. I want to rip her clothes off, but I know that she wants something else from me. She’s kissing me back gently, and then I part her mouth with my tongue. I’m teasing, waiting for her to tell me to stop if she’s not in the mood. She's saying nothing as I inhale her sweet citrus fragrance. It starts to get m
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It's as if one minute, everything's perfect. I'm supposed to be working on the ranch for a bit, and then I'll come home, cook us lunch, maybe go out for a picnic, and then I'll ask Kylie. That was my fucking plan for the day.Not this. One phone call, and everything's fucking upside down. I hate Terrance and especially Stephanie. If my money weren't tied up in the ranch, I would give it to them. How dare they make Kylie feel guilty for their mistakes. “So, are you going to run that by me once again?” I ask Kylie as she’s packing her bags to leave. “Terrance took out some loan on the house. Never told Mom or anything.” She takes a deep breath, and all I can think about is why any woman would fall in love with such a lowlife. Never mind the fact that the man was running around fucking God knows who when his first wife was sick. He knew, but he didn’t care. Sometimes, I think that maybe he’s changed—that he’s no longer a prick—but then he always does something to make it known. A leo
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I’m driving for so many miles, and I keep looking at my phone. All it takes is one phone call, and I’ll go running back to Noah. Fuck, I’ll even leave my car. I don’t need it. Just him. But he doesn’t feel that way. I’m not walking out on him. There’s got to be a way. I just need to figure out what it is. I sit back and concentrate on driving. It’s a long drive, but I know that I’ll find the way. I’ve got to. I’ve been kidding myself for the last three years. I don’t intend to keep living a lie. As I go directly to the studio and meet with John, I have butterflies in my belly. Mom expects me to go to the house and meet with them first. The truth is, I can’t. The idea that I need to bail them out makes me feel sick to my stomach. I know Noah’s right, but unlike him, I can’t just turn my back on my family. I didn’t go home and bring Mom with me. I thought that it was best to do this alone. That way, I could figure out the best way to go forward. “Thanks for coming. I thought that yo
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I’ve been drunk for days now, like a spoiled little kid that’s been told to go on a diet and not eat everything in sight. I've taken the whole damn candy store and more. I open the door wondering who's come to tell me that I need to get my act together. The boys.Not again.I told them to let me wallow in my pain. I just need a little more time, and then I’ll be back to my usual partying self. Now, I’m just in self-destructive mode, and it suits me. My brother got away with it for fucking ever, and no one bothered him about it. They left him alone. They should leave me alone. Dammit!. No one bothers him about it. They leave him alone. I tried once until he talked about Grandpa and started guilt tripping me. What the fuck is wrong with the men in our family? They're all greedy fucks!“What?” I bark as I open the door. I never expected it to be Kylie.“Noah, what happened?” I walk back into the house. “If you’ve come to gloat then please don’t tell me. I’m not in the mood.”“But, why?
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