24 Seven By Big Time Rush Novels & Stories

POV Millie I arrive at Barney’s a few minutes after eight o'clock, the parking lot is pretty full for a Wednesday night. I walk the distance of the parking lot and make it to the front door. The place is filled with people, mostly around my age from what I can tell. I scan the room for Chase, after a minute or so, I see the back of his head, he’s sitting at the bar. I try to squeeze through people, careful not to knock the drinks out of their hands. The music is loud but not blaring like X’s club. There is currently a band playing on the opposite side of the room. I reach Chase and sit on the dark brown barstool beside him. He’s looking pretty casual tonight, his hair is not done as perf

Casey said in a rush and left the house running. What could be the emergency for her to be running off like that without even eating? Well I guess I should just try to explore a bit by myself. I got dressed and had brunch and grabbed the stuff Casey gave me and got her car keys and left the apartment. I went to the parking lot and pressed the key to see what her extra car was when a blue color Ford mustang beeped. Nice ride C!! I thought with a giddy smile and got into the car and drove off.

Even destined mates couldn't escape the seven-year itch. The love I'd held with such certainty—its collapse only took an instant.

I didn't even know which of his promises were real anymore. I lifted my head, gazing at him, and murmured, "It's been seven years. We've been together for seven years." His indifference melted a little. He leaned across the desk and pulled me into a tight hug. "I know you've waited a long time, but right now, the company is at a critical point," he murmured. "I can't get distracted. I need to focus on work. This company is something we worked hard to build. We've come so far. You understand, right?"

The private jet touched down on the snow-slicked tarmac of Aspen, the tires screeching against the ice before taxiing toward a line of waiting black luxury SUVs. The crisp, thin mountain air hit my face the moment the cabin doors opened, instantly snapping me out of the shock of that anonymous photograph.

But my major interest was to get my double reward and maybe more as he said. The song bled into another, slower, filthier. I turned, hair swinging across my bare shoulders, and there it was—the circle he’d described. Seven men in the VIP pit, leather banquettes curved like a throne. No ropes, just an invisible wall of money. I recognized two faces from the kind of magazines that never made it to the stores I know. Silver at the temples, cufflinks catching the strobes, laughing low and careless. One of them lifted a glass in my direction, lazy approval. My pulse kicked.

On our seventh wedding anniversary, my wife, Blair, the daughter of the city's richest man, straddled my lap, her kiss deep and intoxicating as she toyed with my lower lip. The same night, we just announced our pregnancy to the world. Just then, Blair's best friend, Chloe, asked in French, her tone suggestive: "Blair, you're absolutely glowing. But tell me honestly, how does it feel to get railed by another man while carrying a baby?" Blair let out a soft laugh, a familiar sound that sent a chill down my spine. She replied, also in French: "It feels absolutely incredible, Chloe. He's like a wild wolf. Just yesterday, he had his head buried between my thighs, using his mouth to bring me

I stood by the side of the road for a long time. The clouds were white. The sky was blue. Then I remembered something Mom used to say. "Avery, be kind—but don't be a pushover." Mom, I heard you. Did you see? *** On the flight to Antarctica, I leaned against the window and watched Paragon City shrink beneath the clouds until it vanished into the white. The girl beside me handed over a pack of tissues. "Miss, are you crying?" I touched my face and realized it was wet. "I'm fine." I took the tissues. "Thanks."

After returning home, I went straight to the basement without uttering a single word. When the last bit of light above my head disappeared, all I could see was darkness. According to what I'd read, a person could only be driven to the brink of death after going seven days without food or water. Thus, I hoped they would lock me up for seven days. That way, I should be able to bypass the system and finally die. Every day, I relied on the voices outside to determine the time. By the sixth day, I was already so weak from hunger that I could barely move.