Nothing Wrong Novels & Stories

That suit—the one she once promised would be mine—fit Tyler perfectly. The initials "TC" shimmered faintly under the spotlight, embroidered on the chest pocket. They glowed like the rings on their intertwined fingers. So that was the truth. The suit was never mine to begin with. A cascade of notifications buzzed through my phone. They were messages from Tyler. He'd sent photos of him and Sylvie. Their wedding portraits. Group shots with the entire Thompson family. Anyone looking at them would think: what a perfect couple. The pride and declaration was unmistakable.

“ From what I can say these men are complete assholes. I do not know what you all see in them?” I rolled my eyes, I looked out of the window . “The same things I wonder about what other women see in you,” I shot back with a grin. He might have been teasing, but two could play at this game. “And the only Mr.Wrong I am looking at is you. You are a very bad influence. Very very bad” “Thank you.” He lifted an invisible cap and placed it back on his head. “No seriously, what did you ever see in that guy? Yeah,I mean he did get a decent career and good looks, but…”

Nadia was gripping my arm with both hands. She had not said much since we got out of the car. She had done the thing she did when she was holding herself together by sheer force of will which was press her lips very flat and breathe through her nose and not make eye contact with anyone including me. Her mascara was already doing something suspicious in the corner of one eye. I said: "Don't." She said: "I'm not." I said: "Nadia." She said: "I'm absolutely not, I'm fine, this is fine, everything is completely fine." She wiped under her eye with one finger. "This is just allergies."

Nothing. *******

*** It isn't simple at all. Looking at the tall building in front of me, I decide it's a bad idea to even drive here in the first place. This isn't right. This is all too wrong and it's messing with my head. That night wasn't supposed to happen. I wasn't supposed to find him attractive and even allowed him to give me multiple orgasms in one night but here I am, smiling at the memory and liking every bit of it. As much as I would like to do it again. I remind myself why I can't. Why this is wrong and very inappropriate and so unlike me. I am now his professor and he's likely my student and he's also my client. My big break.

For the first time in years, Raymond saw genuine shock on his uncle’s face. “What did you say?” Raymond looked at him calmly. “I said fine.” William stared at him as if he had suddenly started speaking another language. “You agree?” “Yes.” “You agree to the match?” “Yes.” William’s mouth parted slightly. Raymond almost smiled. This was probably the first time in Raymond’s adult life that he had agreed to one of William’s marriage suggestions without argument. William slowly sat back. “Have you been poisoned?” “No.” “Are you ill?” “No.”

--- Together. -

Then black. Nothing.

Not now. Not ever.

Not now. Not ever.