The Night Before I Knew Him Novels & Stories

You sure seemed to enjoy yourself that night in our room. "I just got carried away. Elliot's just... really good at that stuff. I didn't know any better, so I fell for it." "Didn't know any better? I saw a pregnancy test in the bathroom that day." I glared at Janet's pale face and laughed mockingly. "You were already pregnant with his baby, and you dare say I'm the cruel one?" Janet, red with rage and embarrassment, jabbed her long nails into my leg. I winced in pain.

And I felt like an idiot because of it. I had given him my number before we parted, but maybe he didn’t feel the level of connection I did. Which only made my situation worse, because I wanted more than one night and I’d been certain he did too. “New Year’s Eve.” It was cryptic, but she was also the only one who would understand, the only one in the building who had been there. Her eyes popped wide. “Richard? Seriously?”

The idiot still did not wake up. I only remembered going to the club last night, how on earth did I end up with a man I don't know? What exactly happened to me last night? My legs just so bad. I checked myself in the bathroom before, I realized I had s*x with a man I don't know. He looks so young and familiar, I just don't know where I have seen him.

“...has been in dire need of a heart transplant for almost 3 years, correct?” My mouth fell open but no words came out. He crossed his legs together, smirking. “You really thought I didn't do my homework on you, how do you think I found you?” He asked, tapping his finger on the table. I was speechless, unsure of what to say, normally I was more cautious but that night I was so desperate that I practically threw caution into the wind. “I already knew who you were, the night you approached me…” It was like the walls were beginning to close on me, he knew? Even before that night?

“I’m not going anywhere either.” Something in my chest does something catastrophic. I look at my hands. “You don’t know that,” I say. “You don’t know what you don’t know.” “No,” he agrees. “But I know you.” He says it simply. “I don’t know how, or from what, or what it means yet. But I know you the way I know the fourth light switch. The way I know how you take your tea.” He pauses. “The way I know you’d rather bite your tongue than ask for help, and you’ll still get up at two in the morning for someone who needs it.”

My online boyfriend had been my sister's nemesis. He and my sister had been desk mates in high school, always competing for the top spot in their grade. He ranked first, while she ranked second. They could barely stand each other, yet they both ended up attending the same university in our city. Every time my sister came home for a break, she spent days complaining to me about him. This time, she came home with her suitcase and an unusually bright smile on her face. Mom teased her. "How come you did not mention your favorite nemesis this time? You seem to be in such a good mood. Do you have something going on?" My sister laughed and handed Mom a gold necklace. "Here. Your future son‑

My best friend, Ricky Watson, yanked the oxygen tube from my nose as he grinned down at me maliciously. "I guess there's no point pretending anymore. Remember those leaked files that cost you the promotion? I'm the one who planted them in that storage box under your bed." Then, he slipped an arm around my wife, Andrea Gates, looking even more pleased with himself. "And that son you've spent the last 10 years raising?" His grin widened. "He's mine." Andrea slowly turned the gold bracelet around her wrist and looked at me with open contempt. "I would've taken the kid and left you for Ricky years ago if you hadn't been so subservient to my needs and given me all your paycheck every mo

"Have a goodnight." Janey was dumbfounded in the mirror. No! It's just a dream! He stabs into his narrow brain that only a dream happened last night. But no. Because there was something red in his chest! Disgusted he pulled himself together. "It's just a dream! Gawd!" She had sex with a man she did not know nor did she see his face. There was a bead slipping out of his eye. I let a man I didn’t know touch me. He can't get in now. He was sitting on the side of the bed weakly. He picked up his cellphone and called the person he knew could help him.

“I think he knows who I am and never said anything. We met and have known about each other for years because of Lia and Angelo, and yet he never said a word, letting me raise his kid as a single mom. Not to mention his background, and you know how I feel about that.” “Ah.” Understanding dawning on him, he nods. “Well, now I understand the pissy aura rolling off you. What makes you think he knows?” I look away, blushing slightly as I scratch the back of my head. “Uh, because of the recent night. He, or rather, we, uh, yeah, the same way as back then, plus he called me something that no one else has ever called me before or since that night. Basically, everything that went down that night was

Grayson Hale and Bianca Ellery had been inseparable since childhood. No matter what happened, Bianca always came first. She wore our engagement ring before I did. She even tried on my wedding dress before me. Then, the day before Grayson and I were supposed to hold our mating ceremony, he slept with her. When I confronted them, Bianca didn't even look ashamed. "I was worried Grayson wouldn't know what to do on your first night together. I was just helping him practice." Grayson backed her up. "Exactly. I'm just letting Bianca experience it for three days before our ceremony. I never marked her. You're still the only woman I'll take as my mate." I didn't cry or make a scene. I simply mind-lin