All Chapters of Wrong Intentions: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

AubreyI haven’t seen or heard from Everett for nearly a week. I texted him, but he didn’t reply. I didn’t try again. He came into the office a few days ago, but didn’t bother to come and say hello. I only found out he was there when I saw him leave in the elevator. I would say I am surprised, but I am not. He obviously got what he wanted from me and moved on. I shouldn’t have gotten involved. I have no one to blame but myself, because I knew what he was like. There was a reason I tried staying away from him, because in the end, I was just another plaything to him. I am pissed, of course, but what can I do? He wasn’t really mine. It was casual, nothing more. I thought we were at least friends, but it's obvious we're not. I meant nothing to him. It is a good thing Hugo and Erica had no idea what happened between us, or Everett would be in a whole world of trouble, not like he would mind. He loves trouble. I swear he thrives on it.Sighing, I push any thought of him to the back of my mi

Aubrey“Auntie Aubrey, wake up! Uncle Everett is making teddy bear pancakes.” Heath’s excited voice shrieks, waking me from my slumber.“He is?” I ask, meeting his excitement.“Yes, so come on.”I chuckle. “Yes, boss. I will be down in a minute.”He hurries out of the room and back down the stairs. Reaching for my cell, I check the time. It is seven o’clock in the morning. Has Everett gotten all the kids up? I thought he would have been away by now. I didn’t expect him to be in the kitchen, making teddy bear pancakes. I wish he were away, but I will put my happy face on for the sake of the kids and join them.Sitting up, I pull it together after a moment, climb out of bed and make my way downstairs to the kitchen. The sight in front of me takes me aback. Heath and Iris are settled at the table, patiently waiting for their breakfast. Everett is at the stove, cooking with Daisy attached to his hip. Who knew he could multitask?“Good morning, everyone.” I greet happily.“Auntie Aubrey.”

AubreyThe last couple of weeks have been strange to say the least. I honestly expected Everett to disappear from my life after I told him nothing would happen between us. I couldn't have been more wrong. He hasn't disappeared at all. Everett texts or calls me nearly every day. I have seen him in person a few times, too. I am trying not to be suspicious of him, but I am. What reason does he have to stick around? Does he have another game plan? I don't know.One thing that hasn't changed is my attraction to him. I hate myself for it. I hate the way my breath catches in my throat any time he is too close, or how my body screams for him if he accidentally even touches me. It is pathetic. A part of me wished he hadn't shown up at Hugo and Erica's place that night. If he didn't, life would be easier. He wouldn't have reached out otherwise. Everett would have forgotten all about me. No matter how much a part of me still wants him, I refuse to go down that road again. I learned my lesson. We

AubreyI open my eyes, and it takes me a moment to remember where I am. The space next to me, where Everett was when I fell asleep, is now empty. How long have I been asleep? Searching for my cell, I check the time. I’ve been asleep for two hours. I didn’t mean to sleep so long. It takes me a moment to come to and slowly sit up, running my fingers through my hair. I had hoped this afternoon would be a nightmare, but I know it wasn’t. I hate that I don’t know how he found me!I hear voices from downstairs. Erica and Hugo must be here now. Sighing, I climb out of bed and only then do I remember I am in Everett’s clothes. I should change into mine, but I don’t have the energy. Hugo and Erica won’t think too much about it. Everett would have told them I was in his bed, asleep.I make my way downstairs and follow their voices to the living room. “Hi.”All eyes are soon on me. Erica rushes over, hugging me. “Are you okay?” she asks, worry evident in her voice.“Yes, I am okay. I am just gla

AubreyI have been trying hard to sleep, but I can’t. Every time I close my eyes, memories flash in my head and not good ones. I have been doing so well recently, and then that bastard had to show up and open old wounds and bring my trauma to the surface. Something, I guess, I need to talk to my therapist about. I have an appointment in a few days. I am not going any sooner, even though it would probably be better if I got an earlier one.Sighing, I sit up and run my fingers through my wet, messy hair. I am sweating more than I would like. I need a cold shower, which usually helps. I climb out of bed, trying to find the light. I am not family with the layout of this room. His bedroom, yes, but not the spare one. I finally find it and head into the on-suite in the room. I shouldn’t wake Everett up that way. I check there are towels, thankfully, there are. I take a moment to work out the shower. I don’t want to break it, but soon the cold water comes through.I strip down, step in and c