I paced my room thinking of what to do. There was no excuse to give Dad. I was expected to get married in two months and finally take over what’s rightfully mine.I was beyond ready for the job’s stress and responsibility. But the marriage part, not so much.I was fine with my numerous one night stands. That lifestyle best suited me. It was also a bonus knowing I didn’t even need to speak to have them head over heels for me. My looks and appearance already seal the deal way ahead.I could easily date any girl of my choice but they are far too cheap for my taste. I wanted a girl who wouldn't drool over me. One who could stand her ground and not follow my every whim like a hopeless puppy.I poured myself a shot of vodka and downed it immediately, feeling the cool liquid burn down my throat. My hair was disheveled and I looked like crap. There was a stubble on my face and I had small bags under my eyes.I couldn’t process my thoughts at the moment but one stood out. I couldn’t lose it al

Four Years LaterMay, 2000.It was the d-day, he was finally getting married to a very beautiful woman. His love,his heart, his world, his everything. She was right before him looking as beautiful as ever in her immaculate, white wedding dress. “Do you Douglas Zimmer take Brittany Fletcher to be your lawfully wedded wife, to love and to hold, in sickness and in health, in penury and wealth till death do you part?” The officiating priest asked, sounding bored.“I do.” He smiled up at her.“Do you Brittany Fletcher take Douglas Zimmer to be your lawfully wedded husband, to love and to hold, in sickness and in health, in penury and wealth till death do you part?”“I do.” She said making him the happiest man on earth. He met Brittany at a party hosted by one of his friends who turned out to be her brother. They started off on the right foot, dated for a year and six months and now happily married.She was two months pregnant already and he couldn't wait to be a dad.“Mom! Mom! Mom!” S

“Hey.” She called as she sounded a little off.“Hey baby. I’m on my way.” “I’m at Timmy’s right now, I’m on my way home.”“The restaurant?”“Yeah, I had dinner with my grandparents.”“Oh… sure.”“See you soon.”“Definitely.” He dropped the call.“Did you tell him?” Rhoda flashed a sad smile.“He doesn’t need to know, I’ll go to the prom with him and make his night memorable. After that, we’d get on with the plans.”“You’re such a sweetheart Ana.” Rhoda cooed.“Alright let’s do this.” He huffed as he alighted from the car. He rapped his knuckles against the door and it seemed to echo in the house.“Hey.” Anna appeared in the doorway, a blushing Rhoda by her side.“Hey.” He breathed out, out of breath as his eyes darted all over her dress. “Amore, you look so beautiful.”“Thank you.” She blushed.“This is for you.” He placed the corsage on her wrist.“Thank you.” She grinned.“Shall we?” He stretched his arm out.“We shall.”“Goodnight Rhoda.”“Have fun kids.” Rhoda wiped a tear from t

“Hi.” Marilyn said, walking up to him to pick him up. He was awake and still in a sour mood.“Leave me alone, I want my mama.” He said kicking and trying to resist her. “Okay baby, if you come out for breakfast and take a bath then I might get her back.” She lied. “Really?” he said as his eyes widened with excitement. She smiled and nodded. “Yay!” he yelled as he jumped up and down, then raised his hand signaling to her to pick him up which she did and closed the door. “So what would you like to eat?” She asked. “Pancakes and maple syrup please.” He smiled, quite excited. “Aye Aye little man!” She said with a mock salute, earning a fit of laughter from him. “My name is Ace. What's yours?” he asked. “Marilyn.” She said, smiling. “Marie.” He grinned cheekily.“Marie?” She chuckled.“I'm gonna call you Marie.” He said smiling, as he avoided her eyes. He was shy, Marilyn liked him already. “I like it.” She said making a blush creep up his cheek. He was so adorable. He had all o

I paced my room thinking of what to do. There was no excuse to give Dad. I was expected to get married in two months and finally take over what’s rightfully mine.I was beyond ready for the job’s stress and responsibility. But the marriage part, not so much.I was fine with my numerous one night stands. That lifestyle best suited me. It was also a bonus knowing I didn’t even need to speak to have them head over heels for me. My looks and appearance already seal the deal way ahead.I could easily date any girl of my choice but they are far too cheap for my taste. I wanted a girl who wouldn't drool over me. One who could stand her ground and not follow my every whim like a hopeless puppy.I poured myself a shot of vodka and downed it immediately, feeling the cool liquid burn down my throat. My hair was disheveled and I looked like crap. There was a stubble on my face and I had small bags under my eyes.I couldn’t process my thoughts at the moment but one stood out. I couldn’t lose it al