Bill Bryson At Home Novels & Stories

“You really ought to go home and get some rest.” Bryony accepted the peach and bit into it, careful to keep the juice from running into her rag doll stitches. “This is delicious. Thank you so much. I think I miss Eddie, and I’m tired of . . . everything. I miss my father. I think I might be homesick, but I’ve never been happier anywhere other than here. Is that not strange?” Before the old woman could answer, Bryony heard somebody calling her name. She turned to look and there was Peter, his cheeks still flush from his most recent kill, although of course nobody else knew that. He just looked robust and happy to be in the pleasant Northwest weather.

I thought I was going to enjoy my Sunday alone, watching movies and obviously sleeping in the afternoon, seems I was in for a shocker. Bryson had called me, demanding my presence at the mansion, he refused to tell me why he needed me there. His parents were out of the country, so I didn't get why he would bother me during my day off. They were always going for business trips. Even when they were around, they'd spent most of their time working. So mostly it was just their two boys and well me. Before they left, they had asked me to move into their place, they weren't happy with the fact that I commuting to and fro on a daily basis.

Bryce nervously tucked the piece of paper in his trouser pocket and poured himself a full glass of French Martini which he gulped down hastily before rising up to his feet. "Thanks for the meal, Mrs Brown. I would like to get going now,” Bryce said while trying to hold himself together. "Wh...What? Why! Where?" Mrs Brown asked out of curiosity and blinked countless times. "Hum... I'm going back home " he said slowly. "But you promised to keep Alex company till next week, didn't you?" Mrs Brown asked. "I just want to check on mum. That's all" Bryce replied. "She is fine. You know, I just spoke with her this morning, no need to be in a hurry, dear" Mrs Brown said.

“Hello, brother.” He grinned back at her, his white teeth making a bright slash through his dark beard. “Come on in. I hope you don’t mind, but Jonathon is here too.” “Not at all,” she said, crossing the threshold. Brian was a billionaire who owned an aviation company that supplied first-class air travel and charters but you would never know it by his ratty jeans, t-shirt, and arms covered in tattoos. Even the house that he and Cassie lived in was modest by billionaire standards. It was his childhood home that they had renovated together. It had all the mod-cons and high-end finishes and fixtures, but from the outside, it was just a regular suburban home.

Avery’s POV I was already seated at the corner table in the library when Bryson strolled in at exactly 3:30, looking annoyingly confident. He'd clearly made an effort. His hair was still damp from what was probably a post-practice shower, and he was carrying actual textbooks instead of just his phone. Small miracles. "Right on time," he said, sliding into the chair across from me. "I'm impressed with myself." "Don't be. Being on time is the bare minimum of human decency."

By the time I go back to the bedroom, he's already gone. I apply some lotion on my body and rummage through the closet for a nice comfortable clothe, finally settling for big shirt hanging just above my knee. I try to open the door but it's lock. Arse hole locked me! I sit on the recliner and stare at the sky through the glass windows. I wonder why Bryne would live alone in this big house. As much as I'm already loving the view of Charleston, I'd still prefer Greenville. "I made breakfast" Bryne drops the tray of food on the table.

They arrived at Fiji after hours and Blakeley and her children headed to the mansion. They got to the mansion and they settled in, Bryar was excited to be back home but Bryan wasn't. “Ugh, we are back to this boring life again.” He groaned as he fell on the couch. “I missed the house. It was really dangerous outside.” Bryar said and Blakeley chuckled. “Mum, when next is our vacation?” Bryan asked as Blakeley went through her phone. “I don't know when I will be less busy again.” She replied.

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Zayrielle Nox had no idea that moving into Apartment 9B had placed her directly in the path of a man bound by ruthless contracts, family pressure, and secrets worth billions. And she didn’t know that the next time he knocked on her door… Her life would no longer belong to her.

* Back Home * Bryce had returned to the office after finishing his therapy session with Landon, and true to his plan, he left earlier than usual. Landon had raised a brow but hadn’t said anything. Still, he was quietly relieved to see Bryce step out of the office before the sky turned dark. He only hoped his friend wouldn’t bury himself in work the moment he got home. Bryce had been unusually moody today, his silence heavier than usual, and Landon could only hope he’d finally get the rest he so clearly needed.