OUR BINDING REUNIONOVER THE NEXT FEW DAYS I hardly saw Weston. It was just me and a big, empty house. At least the piano was there to keep me company. And an entire library’s catalog of movies to watch. Then there was the homework, which I was struggling a bit to catch up on.Weston wasn’t kidding when he said he’d be working a lot. A few text messages passed throughout the day, but otherwise it was mostly silence. He would hug and kiss me goodbye in the morning, but had only been home in time for a late dinner one night. When he did come home, he encased my body with his, and I felt whole. By the time he left on Friday morning, I could see the exhaustion etched into his features, leaving with a promise to be home for dinner and the hopes for earlier than that.I spent the morning before school playing with my new phone. Weston had gotten me an iPhone, which Julia then uploaded Weston’s schedule into. Being the smart woman that she was, she knew it would make our lives easi
MY CONFIDANTI AWOKE THE NEXT MORNING to soft caresses as Weston’s fingers gently traced up and down my spine. The previous night came flooding back when I tried to scoot closer and received a small twinge in my abdomen.Jesus, his large cock could pound hard and deep, but it seemed that sometimes there was a flip side the next morning.“How do you feel, baby girl?” his low, sleepy voice asked.My head tilted up, and I stared into his lapis blue eyes as his fingers ghosted over my cheek.“No worse for wear,” I reassured him.After Weston’s dominant display, I’d fallen asleep in his arms as he placed soft loving kisses and touches all over me. I awoke a few hours later, still in his arms; he hadn’t moved.He’d been nothing but gentle with me last night after our tryst on the kitchen table, a trait that continued into the morning. I think he was trying to make up for going overboard like he did. Assuaging his fears and insecurities helped, and calmed his obsessive need to
OUR CHEESY QUOTESI WAS HAPPY THAT WESTON had taken all of Sunday off. I looked forward to spending some much needed time with him. It was still early when we woke, Weston getting his first full night of sleep in a week, and neither of us wanted to move from our cuddlefest. My head was resting on his chest, rising and falling with each breath he took. His fingers trailed up and down my back, the sensation so soothing I almost drifted back to sleep.In that moment between wakefulness and sleep, I remembered the gate and how I hadn’t had a chance to ask him about it the previous evening.“Weston?” I waited for him to look my way.“Hmm?”“I meant to ask you ... When UPS came by with my boxes, I didn’t let them in, so who did?”He shook his head, unfazed. “Joe did.”“Joe?”“I haven’t been able to introduce you to him yet. Joe is head of security. He supervises the house, oversees security at the company, and is my personal bodyguard when I attend major events. H
HIS LIFETIME SEEMED TO SPEED BY over the next few days. I went to school during the day, talked to Daniel, hung out with Charlotte, did my homework, played the piano, and then waited for Weston to arrive. On Wednesday he got home at eight, and as soon as he was in the door, he grabbed my hand, undressed us, threw me on the bed, wrapped his arms around me ...And fell asleep.Things were also getting worse with the diva. There was a photo shoot that she didn’t show up to and didn’t have a reason or excuse. Weston spent a lot of time with the punching bag that night. Something needed to give soon. Otherwise, I was afraid about the toll it would take on him.It was a nice, sunny afternoon that Friday when I left school to visit Weston’s office. Then again, it was always a nice, sunny day every day in California. I changed into a Sophie-approved dress, complete with heels, bangles, and some designer purse that had arrived with five others earlier in the week. I fel
OUR FAMILY EXPANDED?TIME. IT WAS TIME TO find out where fate would take us. Time to see the doctor.It was hard to believe three weeks had passed so quickly. That meant Weston and I were coming up on the one month anniversary of our marriage in a few short days.The blaring of the alarm went off, waking us both. Weston’s hand slammed down on the clock before he snuggled back down into the bed. His arms wrapped around my waist and pulled my back to his chest.“Good morning, baby girl,” he whispered into my ear, holding me close.I smiled and sighed in contentment. Weston’s arms were my special place. A place filled with safety and security, and the love that was blooming between us.“Morning,” I murmured, turning toward him, my face burrowing into his chest, breathing him in.His hands trailed up and down my back, making me hum in appreciation.“Today’s the big day, huh?”“Yeah,” I replied.His hand cupped my face, tilting it up to look at him. Our eyes met before he
MY CONFESSIONSNEVER AGAIN WOULD I DOUBT Charlotte and her knowledge. I’d been back to school for three days and found I had a whole lot of new friends.“Wren! Hey, Wren! Wait up!” a voice called out from across the parking lot of my school.I shook my head and attempted to run away.“Hi, Wren!” A random girl popped up in front of me, a frightening smile on her face.“Hi,” I replied, stepping around her.“I was wondering if you wanted to hang out this afternoon?” she asked, stepping up to walk beside me.“Who are you?” I asked.“I’m Kim! We have Physics together.”“Sorry, there are so many people in that class,” I said, picking up my pace.“So, what do you think about tonight? We could hang at your place.”I groaned and rolled my eyes. It’d been like that ever since I got back from the flu. Charlotte wasn’t kidding when she said everyone would be talking about my “brothers.” As soon as I returned, everyone knew who I was, that I wasn’t just any old Lockwood, and I ha
OUR AWKWARD THANKSGIVINGTHANKSGIVING WAS ONLY A FEW days away, and I was happy to have a couple extra days off school beforehand so I could prepare our meal and pick up my dad from the airport. I wanted to cook the meal myself, having done it the past few years, but I forgot the scale of people at this occasion versus the past, and I needed the extra time.It was going to be an interesting holiday, for sure. My dad was coming in that night and leaving Friday morning, unable to get much time off work on short notice, especially with his job.I made sure there was no chance Natalie would show up and ruin the day. Weston assured me she always spent it with her family, thousands of miles away. I understood they still had to maintain a working relationship for now, but she didn’t need to be coming into our home whenever she felt like it, or at all in my opinion. Maybe I’d become a bitch when it came to her ... maybe I needed to. Every time he kicked her out, she came
OUR LANCE AND THE DIVAIN THE WEEKS FOLLOWING THANKSGIVING there was a shift. Weston wasn’t home much, which wasn’t a surprise, but what was a surprise was the change in him. It was barely noticeable at first, but after two weeks of waning affection, I began to feel like a guest who’d overstayed their welcome.The stress on Weston grew worse with each passing day. One of his project timelines had practically derailed, and others were on the verge. Add in the stress of Natalie’s continuous presence, and a rift began to divide us.His mood soured with each day, leaking into our home life, infecting it. Constantly pissed, he would snap at me for no apparent reason, sometimes apologizing, sometimes not. It seemed like we were barely communicating at all. When I did call him, it either went to voicemail, or a quick “Wren, I can’t talk, call you back,” and then no call. Texts were answered, but short, three or four words. Loneliness settled in, and I didn’t know when or if it woul