Hey Wylders!!!
(Omg, how have I never done one of these before 🥹) So basically, I’m writing this to say a few things: 1.) Hey, how are you liking the book so far? It’s my first one, and honestly I’m super proud of it. If you’ve gotten this far I want to believe something about it, even if it’s just one thing, has kept you engaged. What is it? Let me know so I’ll incorporate it more (yes, even if it’s the steamy scenes.) and if there’s something you hate? Let me know as well. I’m writing for YOU, and that means YOUR OPINION MATTERS TO ME!!!! 2.) THE MOTHERFUCKING SINCLAIR SOIRÉE We’ve dreamt of this day. Read about this day. Wondered and waited and prayed it would come, and now it’s here. And as I write this, I think it’s going to be here for a bit. (I may change as I write) It’s about to be one of the most pivotal moments in this book, and that means we’re spending a good chunk of time on it. New characters will step on the scene, old ones will shock you, literally almost everything is about to change in the glitz, glamour and madness of one sparkling day. Not to mention the million dollar question that hangs in the air… WILL AVA LEAVE THIS UNHARMED???? Well… stay tuned to find out, Wydlers. I love you guys, and part of loving you is giving you the best. While the first part of the Sinclair Soirée comes out tommorow, any suggestions about it before then MAY be implemented (yes, we’re making this interactive!) I love y’all, and thank you for supporting me through what I do ❤️ - Rachelle Wylde <3Ava ~~~ I don’t think I’ve ever felt this sick before. “Ava, you look as white as a ghost. Jesus, let me get you some water.” Nicco says, but I’m not looking at him. I’m looking at all the things I’m hastily shoving into my bag so I can get the hell out of here. Leonel has needed me for some time and I’ve been here, playing around. Well, my priorities are back in order, even if my things are a mess around me. My mouth has never get this dry from distress. I reach to quickly apply some lipbalm, but grimace the moment the stick I picked mushes on my lip. “Lipstick,” I grumble, wiping it off as I toss the red stick in my bag. Everything packed, I whip around to make my exit, but right as I do, a wet chill spills down my shirt and I yelp. Nicco is standing right in front of me, his lips in an “o” shape, and the glass he was holding is now half-empty, the other half soaking into my t-shirt and bra. Oh Lord, kill me now. “Nicco what the hell!” I cry, backing away into the
Ava ~~~ Nicco's face inches closer but I’m still frozen. My hands are pressed so firmly on the ground that they feel like an anchor, and because of them, I can't move. It's easier to blame them than my stupid brain, refusing to remind my legs how to get off this hard mahogany floor and fucking walk. His minty breath tickles my nose, the smell so familiar that it feels comfortable. It's the same toothpaste Leonel uses probably, the one I’ve tasted a million times before, and if I don’t make a decision, I will taste it for the millionth and one time. “Nicco.” I finally muster the word in a breathy whisper, but it doesn’t stop his slow leaning into me. Finally, when his nose bumps mine, the human touch must spark some sense into my misfiring head, because I jerk back like his touch is fire. I feel a hard crack at the back of my head, followed by a blinding flash of pain that has me yelping. “Oh, fuck!” Nicco finally gasps, snapping out of his lust-filled trance, but I’m in too m
Hey Wylders, I’m super sorry for the delay. I’ve been really sick for the last week and I’m still recovering. I’ll write for you guys soon 🥰 Love, Rachelle 💕
Leonel ~~~ I stare at the picture. Ava with messy hair. Ava with messy lipstick. Ava in that messy sweatshirt. Ava being messy. My hand shakes as my eyes stay locked on the picture longer than they should, but every time I try to look away, I see her in my vision anyway. “Boss?” Oliver says slowly, “Are you good?” How can I be, when no matter what I do I can see my fiancée dressed in another man’s clothes, leaving her hotel room as if she’s committed some major crime. “You need to see this,” I say lowly, handing the phone to him without moving my face. I feel him take it out of my hand, and for a long moment, silence fills the space. I expect him to yell, or curse, or react like he did when it was Madison’s cheating picture, but Oliver only meets my quietness with his own. I don’t know how much time passes before Oliver says gently, “We don’t know this means she did anything, I mean… this is Ava we’re talking about.” Is he being serious? Finally, I explode, “S
Leonel ~~~ It's clear: Jaxon Pierce thinks I'm an idiot. "You must be out of your goddamn mind if you think I will ever leave Ava for you" I growl at him. "I only gave you a choice, Sinclair: You either give up the girl or the business. Pick one." My hands shake from the force of my clutching the phone, "You're going to pay for this Jaxon." I can picture his sleazy smile as he replies, "Well, Leonel, whatever I use to pay will be from your business. So really, who loses?" The bastard doesn't give me a second to reply before I hear the beep of the ended call. I stare at my phone like it's a bomb, a second from going off. What do I do? How do I handle this? My head throbs as I keep looking down at the blank screen, hoping it will open again and reveal that this has all been some sick prank. Beside me, Oliver's body heat keeps me steady. I turn to him to find his golden eyes expectant, and I sigh from not having any good news to tell him. "The bastard wants me to br
Ava ~~~Of all the stupid. Insane. Befuddling things I’ve heard, that theory really beats them all. Obviously, there’s so much wrong with what Nicco just said, number one being that it’s been years since all this went down. What, does Nicco think police didn’t have the bright idea to trace the river? Second, if dad ran away with Hayden, why not just come back with the boy or report Jaxon? Why hide?Why still abandon me? “It’s not a great idea,” I mumble, still a little heady from the press of Nicco’s soft palms to my face. “There aren’t going to be many great ideas at this point, but following the river is a shot. God, if I had the chance to find my dad I’d-“ He stops. His eyes dart away from me for a moment before he looks back, Irises watery, and I feel a tinge of sadness for him. “Nicco…” He steps back a little, plastering on his I ’m-a-charming-millionaire smile. I don’t even remember the last time I saw it on him. I didn’t realise how much pain it masks. Final