Mag-log in“Dad, just let me see her for a second,” Jason said, his voice low but edged with not so subtle, familiar hunger as the boxing match roared on the TV above the bar. “Pearl’s pregnant. I am so happy for you guys. I just want to congratulate her in person. Five years married and you two still look like newlyweds in every damn photo. What are you going to do, keep me from the kid his or her whole life?" Derek Nelson set his whiskey down with a deliberate clink, eyes narrowing on his son across the scarred wooden table. Their Friday night ritual of drinks at a sports bar was the fragile truce they’d built since Jason started working at the company. Every time he brought up Pearl it felt all the more brittle. Five years had passed since that chaotic Vegas honeymoon. Five years of Derek choosing Pearl every single day. Of watching her bloom into the fierce, brilliant woman who owned his heart and dominated boardrooms at his side. They had built a life together. A quiet, yet passionat
“Pearl, tell me it’s okay to be happy now,” Derek rasped against the curve of my neck.His voice cracked with every raw, pent up year of grief and guilt he had carried alone. His big hands shook as they hooked into the thin waistband of my panties and yanked them down my thighs in one frantic tug. “Even though my sister is gone. Penelope never got to watch Jason grow up because I was too fucking late scraping together the money to save her. Tell me I’m allowed to indulge in us without hating myself for failing them,” he begged, like I could somehow fix his whole world. Make everything okay again. Like he did for me not so long ago. The words tore out of him like they hurt, but the way he kissed my throat right after, open mouthed, desperate, teeth grazing my skin, told me the emotion had finally broken the dam.I didn’t care that he was rough, that the lace scraped my skin as it flew off my legs. Tonight he could have whatever he neede
"I was wrong. Stupid. Naïve. Couldn't save her. Should've been there," he insisted, arms wrapping around me tightly now as his frame shook with how hard he cried. "You were seventeen, Derek. Just a kid yourself. One with big dreams dealt a shitty hand. Jason almost never talked about her, but when he was drunk enough, he'd tell me about her last moments. How she insisted on watching your match before going to the hospital the night she died," I told him with a shaky voice, uncertain I had the right to tell him this story, but too distraught and desperate to console him to care. He pulled back and looked up at me through tear filled eyes and asked in a strained voice, "She did? He never told me." "Yeah," I said with a brave smile. "She saw, husband. She got to see you win. I didn't know her, but I hope your big moment brought her peace, Derek." I had no idea if I was saying the right words. If there were right words to say. But when he grabbed me and held me tight again, I knew the
We had both been faithful to each other after all. It meant more to me than words could say. He teased me gently, a spark of that old playfulness lighting his eyes despite everything as he ate. “Disappointed, wife?”“Not at all,” I answered seriously, meeting his gaze, my voice steady. “Not even a little. Happy. I just want you." His expression softened further, longing and love etched in his facial muscles.“Good. That's all I want too. To belong with you. For you to belong with me instead of to me. As a lover, not an employee. I don’t wish to be your tormentor the way Jason was. The way everyone before me has been. I love you fiercely, but I understand if you need time to get used to the idea," he spoke animatedly.A calm, soft joy settled between us as a love bubble surrounded us. There he was again, promising me the moon and the stars. Just like the night we married. Was I foolish to believe my ideal man was sitting across from me tonight? "Furthering our relationship?" I par
I shook my head against his chest, denial wrapping around me like armor.“You don’t mean it. No one means it when they say they love me. I’m just there for a time, until something better comes along. Just your whore, like you keep telling me. You’re just another person who wants to use me until I no longer serve a purpose.” The words poured out, laced with every injustice that life had thrown at me. Jason’s coldness, Lena’s cruelty, even my dad’s conditional affection and my mom's indifference. In the end, it wasn't strangers and their fat shaming that ruined my self esteem. It was my so called loved ones and their poor treatment of me just because I weighed more than the average woman. My heart just couldn't take going through the same treatment from Derek. Not after he showed me how it's supposed to be. Kindness. Love. Passion. Laughter. He showed me what it meant to be cared for. Truly. Unconditionally. Derek held me tighter, his arms a solid wall around my shaking frame. One
The cool night breeze whipped my hair as I gripped the railing, naïvely hoping a little more time, more distance, would make him say something different. The city sprawled out before me below, bright and indifferent, but my chest felt like it was caving in. Kidnapped, cuffed to the bed and deserted, then offered divorce papers. Last night's mess. Me being unable to handle being just another fucktoy. Needing to flee. Protect my heart from further damage. And still, all I wanted was him.Idiot. You can't have it both ways, Pearl. He followed, of course. His footsteps were quiet on the stone. Then he was there beside me, close enough that his warmth brushed my arm, but not touching me. Not yet. Maybe not ever again. So close and yet so far. “Why did you bring me here if you were only going to divorce me?” I asked, my voice quivering with upset, edged with frustration. “I did nothing wrong last
I dressed in silence, the suit hugging my curves in a flattering manner. When I looked in the mirror, I couldn't help loving the look of the woman staring back at me. When was the last time that happened? Stupid fucking Derek, constantly saying I was sexy and beautiful. It didn't hurt that my hus
I lifted my head slightly, and looked up at him, surprised. "You're okay with me working? I thought you'd want me locked up like some trophy whore bride. Also, no optional. No sex. Period." He shook his head, his fingers trailing down my arm in a way that sparked electricity between us. "No o
The morning sunlight filtered through heavy silk curtains, soft and golden. Nothing like the harsh fluorescent lights of the police station or the cold blur of yesterday's city streets. I woke slowly, body heavy with the kind of exhaustion that comes after crying until your ribs ache. For one bliss
I turned in his arms to tell him I loathed him, but ended up straddling him in silence instead. Water lapped at our waists. His hands settled on my hips, possessive and reverent. My lips found his effortlessly. It wasn't I love you too, but he didn't seem to care in the slightest. The kiss was s







