Going Plus Ultra Novels & Stories

The next day, when Sean’s assistant delivered the divorce papers, I didn’t hesitate for a second before signing. Dan gathered up the documents, hesitating before speaking. “Mrs. Roth… are you really going through with this? “Mr. Roth even added a special clause today. He’s giving you an extra five percent of the company’s shares, plus dozens of properties. He really does care about you!” My hand, still holding the teacup, paused for a moment. For Sean, offering up profit like this was probably his quiet way of hoping I’d have a change of heart.

Grounding himself was what worked, and he’d do anything to make it all work out in his life. “You’re alright.” Bo sighed as he spoke, the simple phrase brought much comfort to him. He looked at his prosthesis sitting on the floor. It wasn’t hideous looking, and it was very beautiful either, but rather it was plain. The soft sleeve that covered the scarring on his leg had two different colors (black and white) that he would swap out depending on how he was feeling physically. The white is much softer than the black, and so he is more inclined to wear the white than the black, as he seemed to get much too hot in the black on normal days, and comfort was something he constantly strived for. The

Lady Elizabeth declared triumphantly. The older woman clasped her hands together over her chest, briefly closing her eyes in a reverent moment of gratitude. "Lord, thank you. I offer my most sincere prayers today that following such a passionate encounter, your womb will swiftly be blessed with a handsome heir to carry forward the Harrington legacy. I simply cannot wait! I shall personally instruct the culinary staff to prepare the absolute highest caliber of prenatal nutrition for you every single day."

"Which is?" He pulled out his phone and sent me a link without saying a word. I clicked it - and was immediately assaulted by an ad that screamed testosterone. ALPHA MAX: UNLEASH THE BEAST BOOST STRENGTH. STAMINA. SUPREMACY. ENDORSED BY RETIRED MMA FIGHTERS AND YOUR UNCLE WHO SWEARS BY GINSENG NOT RECOMMENDED FOR THE FAINT OF HEART OR THOSE WHO FEAR THEIR OWN POWER Everything was in bold red font, as if subtlety had been declared illegal.

I can't help but smirk at the way his face scrunches. The room goes silent, and Max's eyes flare like a lightbulb just went off in that handsome head of his. He taps his knuckles along the counter before pointing at me. "What if you were my plus one!? What if we go with what you told your mother?" He points at me, and I point at myself as if there's the possibility he's talking to someone else. "Plus one?" I ask. "Yeah, for my sister's wedding. My mother is making me find a decent girl for the occasion. What if it was you?" he clarifies.