All Chapters of Dangerous Pleasures: Chapter 1181 - Chapter 1190

I heard her talk about Carl and Bridget, too, mentioning often that Bridget's father and grandfather were preachers, and never once mentioning that she was half Guatemalan. I also noted how they all talked about their children. I had a number of cousins on both sides of the family, and the male ones were certainly praised for their families, but also how well they were doing in their careers or sporting exploits for the ones still in school, but the girls, apparently the only things of worth they were capable of was getting married and having babies, exclusively in that order.Whenever one of my aunts would be talking about their grandchildren and notice I was there, they would pat me on the shoulder and assure me I'd meet someone soon, generally using that condescending voice that comes so naturally to some people.My father did give me the expected talking to. "I hope you've got that all out of your system, young lady. When you come home I won't tolerate that sort of defiance."I di

Mitch insisted that she be able to buy me a real ring, so I waited a year while she saved up the money before she proposed again. We got married in April, 2017, on a perfect Saturday afternoon. Carl gave me away, and Carrie and Bridget stood up as my bridesmaids.Carl and Bridget had gotten married two summers prior, and at their wedding Dad and Mom completely ignored my existence, which left me an emotional mess afterwards. At my own wedding it was so hard, not having my mother or sister there, but I had total confidence in my choice of partner.I've heard so many people, including Mitch, say that their wedding was a blur. I guess a lot of the day was, but I remember almost every second of the ceremony itself, the beauty of the garden, the color of the flowers, and the beaming gaze of Michelle as I walked towards her.The minister invited us to speak our promises before he got to the traditional vows, and I can recall almost every word,Mitch went first."Cindy, my love, I'll never f

She took a moment to look over the assembly with those piercing eyes of hers. I couldn't tell if they were blue or green from this distance, but god, I knew she could look right through a person. I glanced at Paige, who was leaning forward in her chair, transfixed.The coach continued. "My door is always open to my players. I am also available to their parents if they have concerns about their daughters. If there's something going on I need to know about, that I can help with, please reach out. But if you have suggestions about how to run the team, what style of offense or defense to play, or think I should play certain athletes more or less or at different positions, keep it to yourself."I don't play favorites. I will play the young women who give us the best chance to win, and they'll be the ones who have worked the hardest and followed the rules. I do not discriminate. It makes no difference to me if they are a Senior or a Freshman. It doesn't matter to me if they are white or bla

I smiled. "Yeah, I think so." Delilah jumped up into my lap as I spoke, and I scratched her behind her ears as she purred. "I'm feeling better. She invited me and the kids over for dinner Sunday. She said you'd be home.""That's wonderful! I can't wait to see you all." He was quiet for a second. "Did she talk to you about the party?""Yeah. She wants me to chat up Joseph Druthers. Figures he's lonely."My dad groaned into the phone. "Don't worry sweetheart. I'll talk to her.""Thanks, Daddy. I just, I, um." I felt myself start to tear up."Hey, hey, you don't have to date just to date, or to make your mother happy. You're a wonderful mother, Melanie, and I'm proud of you. And if you ever want to start dating again, any man on earth would be lucky to have you. I love you, Doodlebug."My dad let me cry for a minute, before distracting me with a new subject. "So, I hear Paige has a new coach. What do you think of her?""She's, well, she's something. Striking, intense features, commanding

"I'm so sorry, Melanie. It's not the first time I've heard that." She looked at me kindly. "Is it okay that we're here?"I smiled at her. "Yeah. It's better when I'm with a friend." That caused a smile to spread across her face. I liked that, a lot.Our waiter snapped me out of my appreciation of Sandy's face, dropping off our gyoza. I smiled up at him and said thank you as he did."Okay, now try these." She picked one of the dumplings up and dipped it into the soy sauce that came with. She bit the morsel in half, her eyes closing in pleasure as she did. I copied her, taking one of my own and biting through the soft exterior into the savory, spicy pork filling inside.I hunched my shoulder as some of the juice rolled down my chin. "Mmm, that's good."I grabbed a napkin and dabbed at my chin, while Sandy giggled at me, and I couldn't help but join her. We each finished our dumpling and took another, our bowls of noodles arriving only a few minutes later.We worked our way through our l