Matthew Perry Memoir Audiobook Novels & Stories

A twisting pain seized my stomach again, and Matthew's words came back to me. "You're a moron, Perry. You brought all of this on yourself. I'm going to follow you wherever you go. Whatever set you're on, I'll be there. My family has enough money to buy my way onto any production I want. For the next five years, I'm going to make your life a living hell." A sudden chill shot through me, making my hair stand on end. Five years. Why did he say exactly five years? Did Matthew know something too?

Tonight's rain was not normally heavy , and the wind had been howling outside. The entire Hustleburg seemed to be shrouded in a curtain of rain. On the Pines Ridge side, Tim's little hand pulled the window shut and then ran to Godfery's bedroom. Godfery was reading a book from this morning's financial paper, which contained an interview with Matthew. It was full of praise, and at the end it said that Matthew was a rare business genius.

His head was still bald, but his watercolor blue eyes spoke of a million sadness even his familiar smile couldn’t hide. We sat at the breakfast bar, a cup of coffee for me, while Bo and Mathew each held a bottle of beer. “You found Chris’ journal,” said Mathew. It was more of a statement than a question, but I still hummed a yes. “And pretty boy must’ve kept you up to date on the events in my life after his death.” I nodded again. “Is he treating you well?” I groaned. “You sound like dad.” Matthew chuckled, looking into the distance. “I miss that idiot.”

“We got to hook up that day and it was perfect.” I couldn’t comprehend what I had just heard. “Gary hooked up with you?” I asked, still in disbelief. “Yeah, he sure is good in bed,” Mathew gave me that expression that told me he had gone back in time. “You should see how he moves… oh my.” Everyone heard him. I smiled nervously at them, gesturing he lowered his voice. “I never want to see that but there is something I want to know.” “What?” “Top or bottom?”

Lies Meet Audacity A few days passed since Emerald had heard from her Grandmother. She had never thought her life would clash with her lies before. She had always thought Matthew reeves was such a faraway person. Apart from dealing with Mark Hartley, she did not need to interact with his world. As such, she is never worried that she will crash into someone and have to defend her lies. After all, if it was so easy for the two worlds to clash, she would have found out about being Mrs. Reeves long ago. But a single leak can sink a boat.

Slowly, we began to back out, each step deliberate, calculated. Then, I heard it. "David." The voice came from somewhere in the shadows, low and hoarse, like it had crawled out of a grave. My eyes snapped to the source. Matthew stepped into the light, his grey hair wild and unkempt, his clothes hanging loose like they didn’t belong to him. He swayed slightly, his breath heavy with liquor, but his eyes were sharp, unyielding. "I knew you’d come," he said, lowering himself into a chair with the ease of someone who had nothing left to lose.

Timothy's frustration flared, and I could see the storm brewing in his eyes. I sighed, my own frustration bubbling to the surface. "Timothy, I made progress. I made an audio recording that might change everything. Just listen, and you'll understand." I handed him the phone, the recording ready to unravel the mysteries that lingered in the shadows. As he pressed play, the room filled with Andy's voice, a broken confession that laid bare the chaos of that fateful night. Timothy's expression shifted from frustration to bewilderment, then to a brewing storm of betrayal.

But I could clearly see a layer of sweat on Matt's forehead. "Vice Dean Parma?" Michael raised his voice, shouted once again, and handed Matt the microphone he had used just now. This time, Matt finally moved. He raised his hand to take the microphone over and looked at the audience with a dull look. Then he opened his mouth as if he had made up his mind, "I'm Matt Parma. I testify that what Janetta said just now is true." After that, he dropped the microphone and left. What Matt said was simple.

He wasn’t supposed to be able to reach me. Yet here he was. In my ear. Sounding too calm. Too familiar. Too wrong.. And I wasn’t sure yet whether I wanted to scream, cry, or laugh bitterly at the audacity of it all. I didn't say anything, I hung up. Perhaps he would think it was the wrong number. My omega felt sick just by hearing his voice. I'm confused now. Has Matthias lost his mind? Why does he suddenly want to talk to me? Why now? Why not three years ago when I was madly in love with him?

“Of course I’m still here. I told you I wasn’t leaving.” Mathew studied his face for a moment before letting out a quiet breath. “I don't know what good deeds I have done in my life to find you as my mate. When my father passed away last year I thought I would never come out of the trauma. But you made my life so beautiful that I forgot every pain." He coughed then continued. "Jack my life has become complete and in these past two years, I have lived a thousand lives with you, thank you so much..." Mathew closed his eyes as silent tears slipped down his face.