Olivia POV No one knows Mason and I have been seeing each for the past three months. I haven’t even plucked up the courage to tell Emily. She’s been so preoccupied with Jacob and Liam that it’s never the right time. Besides, I don’t even know what to call this thing. At first, it started as a booty call, but now we’ve been seeing each other more often, he’s even taken me out to dinner a few times. Most of the time, we spend the night at his place. Gary, my roommate, is being such a dick about his “no friends sleeping over” policy that I haven’t taken Mason there again after the last incident. Not that I’m complaining. His Soho apartment is like something out of a GQ mag. The guy has taste. I suppose that’s what old money does to you—you’re already born with the stylish gene. Mason even smells good, and that says a lot, considering the type of guys I tend to attract. I’m supposed to meet him at this new cafe his friend suggested. Speak of the devil, there he is. I wave to get his a
(flash back to three years previously) Nancy POV “Anything that works against you can also work for you once you understand the Principle of Reverse.” It’s my favorite quote from Maya Angelou, and it’s become my mantra. Looking at me, you wouldn’t think I know of Maya Angelou, or even that I read books. Most people are fooled into thinking I’m a poor, little rich girl with nothing to show except my Manolo Blahniks and Chanel handbag. Deception—that’s my weapon of choice. While you’re trying to seduce me with your charming smile, I’m one step ahead of you, planning how to make you part with your most prized possession. I’m not going to lie, of course my long blonde hair and mysterious blue eyes hook you in. For most suckers, beauty is never skin deep. I learned this from a young age while using my unusually good looks to hustle men at our local bar. They thought I was an angelic vision; chaste and innocent. Three drinks in, and they’d be 300 bucks down after I’d beat them at game
Emily POV ‘Settled down’. That’s one phrase I never thought would feature in my vocabulary. I like the thought of it. I’ve settled into a type of domesticated bliss since Liam returned from hospital. It’s something new and exciting to me. Who would have thought I’d be packing school lunches and doing school drop-offs? Maybe I should get myself a minivan so I can join the soccer mom’s club. I’ve even gone as far as drawing up a schedule for Jacob and me on whose week it is to do the school drop-offs. This week just happens to be my turn. After dropping Liam off at school, I’m in the kitchen clearing up while Jacob is upstairs in his study. He’s decided to take the day off so the two of us can spend some alone time together, but first he needs to sort a few things out. With the January sun out, I figured we’d pack a picnic lunch and end it with a nap under the willow tree before I rush off to pick up Liam. The concierge calls from the lobby, “There’s a Miss Van Halt here to see Mr
Emily POV I never really grasped the true meaning of happiness. During my childhood, it would be just a glimmer, and then it would disappear just as quickly as it came. And, if I’m being honest with myself, I didn’t think I deserved it. Having Liam and Jacob in my life has changed my perception on many things. For me, happiness is no longer fleeting. It’s a state of reflective bliss every time my son gives me a hug and says he loves me, or when I smell the ocean, or when Jacob takes me in his arms. It feels like the ice around my heart has melted. It’s been replaced with a warmth of unending love. Finally, I can live my life. After the confrontation with Nancy, Jacob’s been more affectionate towards me. He doesn’t need to tell me that he overheard our heated argument. I already know by the way he holds me when he kisses me goodnight, or the way he gently touches my hand when I walk past him. This weekend, he’s decided to take me to Collin Estate to meet his dad. At first, I relen
Jacob POV Every story has a beginning and an end. But what about in between? The invisible seams that connect the dots from A to Z? I never knew my mother’s story, only picking up little morsels here and there, trying to find the breadcrumbs back to the start like Hansel and Gretal. As my father marches ahead of me and into his bedroom, I can’t summon any memory of her because I don’t have any. Taking an old picture album from his bedside table, he calls me to join him at the foot of the bed. The setting sun casts lonesome shadows across the room, giving the illusion of ghostly apparitions dancing in the twilight. “Son, I’ve been meaning to show this to you for a long time, but the opportunity never presented itself,” he says, and he hands me a perfectly preserved, leather-bound album engraved with ‘CB & MB.’ Inside is a series of photos of my father and mother when they were much younger, him handsome and carefree, her displaying an ethereal beauty only intensified by her allur
Mason POV Six months is a record for me. If this was me in another life, two months tops and I would have been planning my exit. I always know that a woman has overstayed her welcome when she starts posting pictures of us with captions like, “Me and my bae having the time of our lives. #truelove #theone.” Olivia is different. She’s like a slippery eel that keeps on trying to wriggle her way out. At first, I thought it was the excitement of the chase and keeping us a secret, but now I think it’s something much deeper. When she’s not with me, I find myself counting down the hours until I see her again. And when we’re together, just breathing her in is intoxicating… I can’t get enough of it. She’s like a cock tease, except she pretty much puts out whenever I want, and that’s basically when she wants it as well. Last week, she dragged me to watch a punk band perform. I thought I’d hate it, but surprisingly, I didn’t. She makes me want to do things with her just to see her happy. I know
Emily POV It takes me a second to realize where I am when I feel Jacob’s warm lips kissing my shoulder. The birds are already chirping their morning chorus, and there’s not a cloud in the sky. “Someone’s in a good mood,” I smile. “I have every reason to be,” he says and starts caressing my breasts. I can feel them tingling from his touch, and I nuzzle closer to him. “Mmmmmm,” escapes from his lips. “Are you thinking what I’m thinking?” he asks while pulling down the strap of my satin slip. “It depends, what are you thinking?” I smile and trace my finger around his left bicep. “I’m thinking this,” he says and disappears under the covers. His head is now between my legs, and I open them wider while laying on my back, giving him carte blanche. He makes himself comfortable and pulls my panties down to my ankles. I’ve never had morning sex. I read somewhere that it’s the best because your senses are heightened. Well, there’s only one way to find out, and I relax against the touch of
Emily POV I always used to believe life was a series of coincidences, but a series of them could never have led me to Liam and Jacob. I started questioning this the morning after my dream about Liam, after the quote my eye just happened to fall on in his most treasured book. A little girl whom I’ve never met before embraces me like someone she knows and cherishes, and my reaction is to do the same. Another coincidence? While Liam’s new friend Clarisse is holding onto me for dear life, a tall man wearing a baseball cap with a square set jaw walks over to us. He looks embarrassed. “Clarisse, why are you bothering this woman?” he asks and takes her hand. She must be his daughter. “No, that’s fine. Liam was just introducing us to his new friend,” I say by way of introduction. “Pleased to meet you, Clarisse.” Clarisse, who was a brazen kid a second ago, goes quiet and shy. “Sorry, I thought you were my aunt,” she explains. “You look just like her.” When I finally get a proper look a