로그인(Continuation of chapter 49)I had to get to work today and so did Declan. We spent all day in bed yesterday, mostly just talking about our wedding, our life and when we wanted to get married.We decided four weeks from today would be perfect and Declan suggested asking his mother for help with the venue and to be honest with as tired and overwhelmed as I felt, that didn't sound half bad.When I got to my office Nigella was waiting and so was Constance, both with very serious and very concerned looks on their faces."Can you both come in my office please?" I asked as I gratefully accepted a mug full of freshly brewed coffee from my faithful assistant."Amethyst what's been going on?" Nigella asked, her brows knit together in angst. I nodded towards the two and when they sat down, I began."First off, the good news. Declan and I are engaged" I said, holding up my left hand to show them his grandmother's ring."Oh Am!" Both women gasped, smiling brightly at me but then Constance said "N
My body felt like it had been hit by a truck. My head hurt, my eyes hurt and my throat felt scratchy and dry. I hated every moment I remembered from the night before, the night terrors, the thought that I might lose Declan, all of it felt overwhelming.I needed to be strong for him, for us because I really did depend on him, on his strength if I was going to survive this. I wanted to survive because I had the best reason in the world and that was him.Speaking of my fiance, I looked over at the magnificent man that was still sleeping beside me. My heart felt heavy at knowing what he'd been through the night before, having to deal with me and all my baggage.I didn't seem to have control over anything at the moment except the fact that my body wanted his, I had wanted him last night but he was too much of a gentleman to take me in the state I was in, so he put me to sleep instead, which in hindsight was the right thing to do.I slipped out of my panties and tee shirt and mounted hi
Declan rubbed his tired, red-rimmed eyes, thinking back to all that had transpired in the last five hours.Amethyst was still sleeping, thank God, but it was fitful at best and he knew there was no way either of them would be in any shape to go to work.He took Am's phone and sent a text to Constance letting her know what had happened and then gave her his phone number, then he texted Murray and Nigella.Once that was done, he made his way into the kitchen and deciding he needed something stronger than a glass of wine, he went for the bourbon.About two shots in, he heard Amethyst crying out, like she was in pain. He ran back into their room to find the bed empty and then he heard her again and he noticed it came from under their bed."Jesus" he breathed, finding her curled up under the frame, shaking in fear. He immediately blamed himself, thinking if he hadn't told her about Ethan she wouldn't be going through this now.The best thing he could do was to lay down beside her and get
(Continuation of chapter 46)My head hurt as I paced back and forth, Dr. Webster's voice was droning on while Declan sat transfixed, watching the crazy lady pacing and mumbling to herself.I was wringing my hands to the point of them turning red and finally I turned to Declan, my face twisted in hurt, pain and disbelief."W-when did you find out?" I stuttered. Declan clasped his hands, his head hung down before he answered me."Before we had our second date at the coffee shop" he said quietly. I know I looked shocked at his revelation. "Why did you wait so long to tell me?" I cried. "I don't know honestly" he replied. "How did you find out?" I questioned.Exhaling a strangled breath, Declan said "I had Googled you and when I read about you and what you'd been through, it just seemed like not everything listed was true, so I asked Murray to do a little investigation of his own.""You investigated me?!?" I was incredulous. He stood up quickly, shaking his head vigorously. "No, n
(Continuation of chapter 45)Looking back to a year ago, I was completely different than where I was today. I was with this man eight months now and I couldn't be happier.I just rang in the new year with my fiancé and we are getting ready to move me into his brownstone.The next step is, my therapist Dr. Webster wants to meet Declan. At first the thought terrified me, but that was until I knew beyond a doubt that I could trust him.Now, if anything should happen to my mental state, the responsibility will be shared between Nigella and Declan. The two people I trusted most.Declan had insisted on using the spare bedroom farthest from the rest of the house as 'our' room and one day when I was at work, he had transformed it to look almost exactly like the one at my old place.He even had the furniture and pole moved. The walls had been painted and I was very appreciative of what he'd done because he understood that this room signified more than just a play room, it had been my oasis way
We laid in bed, both of us thoroughly used and thoroughly f*cked, but happy and sated by the events of the evening.Declan asked me to marry him and I said yes. But I wanted to broach two subjects with him now. One he would agree to right away, and the other would probably piss him off.Turning onto my side so I could face him, I started the conversation."Declan, I don't want to split our time between two places." That statement made him whip his head around.He didn't say anything, so I continued. "If you're agreeable and it won't make you uncomfortable, I want to live just one place, your home."I could see his body sag immediately with relief. "You'd be okay with that?" He asked. I nodded. "Of course. It's your home, soon to be our home, I hope.""When we get back to Boston, we'll get your things moved right away. I can't tell you how excited this makes me, Am" he said, smiling like a little boy and it was adorable as hell."There's one more thing" I said, a little more







