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Elijah After everything that happened at Thanksgiving things had been a little off between Emery and I. I knew I’d upset her by talking to Caddy and hugging her and all that. And after our night at her parents house I tried to apologize to her .. but she didn’t want to talk about it right then. Which I understood. The business was super busy at the moment.. not only did we have a potential rat in our midst but we also had all the day to day stuff to deal with. And now since it’s nearly December we have end of the year paperwork. And that shit is insane. We have to do every single business separately that we own or have stock in or have people working in. And there’s so many of them it’s almost impossible to get it all done. We have to take inventory of every single thing that each business has. We go over logs of sales or income that’s come in from the entire year and see what needs to be improved or changed and then.. we have to prepare for the year ahead. And now the guys

Emery Today was December 1st. Not only was it my favorite month of the year, but also my favorite season. And .. my favorite holiday. Not to mention today was my birthday. Since I’d gotten up this morning I’d been stuck in my head thinking about how strange it was that I’d been .. 25 again…. For almost a year. Thinking.back to my previous life and being married to Jasper seemed so far away now. I had finally let it all go .. as much as I could anyway. The pain and betrayal he had put me through.. it was just a distant memory now.. sort of like a dream. I no longer held any hatred toward him, not like I had in the beginning. That’s why I finally told everyone about my nightmares and what had happened to me. I wanted to start this new year as free and untethered as possible. I was still feeling a little weird about Elijah and Caddy. But I couldn’t really be mad at him. He didn’t necessarily do anything wrong — I don’t guess. I just wish he’d handled everything differently. So

Emery The party was a huge success. At my request … we ate burgers and fries.. grilled by Vincent himself along with Frank Sr. I blew out the candles of a huge birthday cake. And we danced and danced. My shoes long gone ..They showered me with gifts which I told them not to do… Vincent himself went way overboard .. buying me a Hermés leather Togo Birken. I had never in my life even seen one of these. Nor did I own any hand bag remotely that expensive. And I had some really nice fucking bags. I stared at it for fifteen minutes before I was able to even say anything. Then I cried. And hugged him for another fifteen minutes. Some people were leaving .. so the boys decided it was time for their gifts. But they wanted me to come to the barn to open them. It was our special spot… the guys had fixed it up when we were teenagers. We’d spent countless hours out here getting drunk and high and watching movies. It was one of my favorite places in the world. Oliver insisted I open his fir

Emery “But I don’t think I can marry you.” I told him. He frowned. “You .. you don’t think you can marry me…” he repeated. I shook my head slowly. “Why…” he started to ask. But I stopped him. “I don’t think I can marry you…” I started again. “Because I’m pretty sure we’re already married. I think we were eleven. Don’t you remember?” I asked him. Then a big smile exploded from my face. And he started to smile slowly. I felt kind of bad for doing that. He looked so lost for a second. “Yes. I do remember. We were on our bikes. You forced me to kiss you if I recall.” He said. I nodded. “Yes and then I told you we were married. But since I am guessing that wasn’t official or anything…” I told him. “Then hell yes I will marry you.” I told him… crying all over again. He suddenly became very serious as he leaned in slowly to kiss me. It was a sweet kiss. Much like the one we’d shared when we were eleven. Although I’d really like it if he’d just throw my down and take me righ

Emery “Frankie. What is it?” I asked him… feeling nervous for some reason. I didn’t know what was happening or what Frankie was thinking .. but I knew enough that this wasn’t a joke. He had his serious face on. And if Frankie is being remotely serious then somethings up. He knows something … “Oliver tie off the boat. Everybody out and follow me.” He said. “Follow you??” Bridge asked horrified. “Is that a good idea?” She whispered to me. “I can hear you .. you are literally two feet away from my ears.” Frankie said… to which I forgot for a moment we were in a somewhat possible serious situation and snorted with laughter. We all clamored out of the boat one at a time. The old dock that was there looked like it was built in 1755. And would only fit one of us at a time. And even then it might break. It didn’t look like it had been used for years. It creaked and groaned every time one of us put a foot on it. I was actually scared it would fall right into the water at any moment. So