IT WAS TIME! Time to set her revenge plan in motion! And number one on her list of how to defrost a frost lord's stone-cold heart was. . . GET HIS ATTENTION! Getting her revenge was what she could think about now and there was no perfect way to execute her plan without melting Brad's heart first. And melting his heart was about the toughest thing to accomplish in the world right next to climbing Mount Everest. Which was why she needed to get closer to him, pretend to be interested in his interests, and force her way through that icy wall. Doris had utilized the past few weeks to assemble significant information—in fact, all kinds of information, that she could get her hands on about Brad. Which included his work, recreation, daily activities— name it. The goal was to feign enthusiasm for what he liked or did on a regular as an excuse to spend more time with him. But honestly, there wasn't much this man had an interest in. She'd made a list of his daily routine whi
"I STILL don't get why I have to get dragged here every Saturday when I have to be working?" Brad grumbled as his father, Zachary Bruce, tossed him a golf club. "Because if you don't, you'll find yourself in a never-ending stream of blind dates to go on. EVERYDAY!" His mother, Angela Bruce, responded matter-of-factly from behind him. When he turned to face her, a wicked grin stretched her ruby-red lips. "You know I don't bluff. You haven't forgotten how it was the last time, right?" Oh, how could he forget? His mother was the number one advocate of finding him a wife and her granddaughter, a mother. She'd set him up on a plethora of blind dates to which he'd begged, grovellingly, for her to stop. Eventually, she agreed to do so, on the condition that he would follow her instructions from then on which included joining the family's golf-playing ritual every Saturday. For the reason he was willing to escape his mother's matchmaking schemes and going on blind dates was a
THE WARM autumn breeze blew through the air, carrying with it the scent of adventure, and as Doris breathed it in, she felt a spark of something new ignite within her. Her eyes glowed with a wild light, and a smirk played on her lips as if she had a secret that the world could never know. She walked with a purpose toward The Bruces, her movements radiating confidence and determination. The curve of her plumped lips morphed into a smile from the heat she noticed burning in Brad's green eyes. He looked hot in that golf attire, by the way. Sizzling, charring, extra-hot! She thought. Like, how was it even possible a t-shirt and pants looked as sexy as—if not more sexy than—a well-tailored suit on a man? This man was sculpted differently. "Brad?!" Doris blinked as if she was shocked to see him there. And then, she turned her attention to the rest of The Bruces. "Hello!" "Hello," They vocalized in harmony. Grins spread on each of their faces as they gave Brad meaningf
THE SUN streamed through the window, casting a spotlight on Doris' desk, but she barely noticed. Her eyes were glazed over, her mind far away from the magazine at hand. She had been staring at the same page of the fashion magazine for what felt like an eternity, and her brain was starting to feel numb. The pictures and words on the page seemed to swim before her eyes, blurring into a sea of meaningless rubbish. Doris was in the throes of the most deadly foe an idle person can face: boredom. For someone who had been active most of her life, this current stay-at-home life wasn't settling well with her. She needed to finish her business here and go back to Paris or at least find a new hobby—other than tormenting Brad—to alleviate her boredom. As she opened the door, the autumn air hit her like a breath of fresh life. It was warm and invigorating, refreshing and rejuvenating, like a warm blanket and a cool breeze all at once, carrying with it the scent of the changing season.
SHE WAS DRIVING HIM CRAZY! THAT WOMAN WAS DRIVING HIM NUTS! Blinded by irateness, he stormed passed Mrs. Hopkins who was offering him a towel, her eyes were filled with pity and a little bit of amusement. She'd been at the window, watching everything unravel, all the more mortifying for him. Pushing through the master bedroom's door, Brad headed straight for the ensuite bathroom, peeling off his soggy clothes, violently, from his body. How can one woman be so infuriating? How can one person in not less than a month drive him this crazy? He was convinced that she was intentionally torturing him. The night before, he had returned home from a meeting, only to discover that his shoes had somehow become glued to his feet. It was a perplexing and frustrating situation, to say the least. He tried to peel the shoes off but to no avail. No amount of tugging or pulling seemed to work. He was stuck, quite literally. It took strenuous and painful effort to finally separat
"BRAD! OPEN THE DOOR! TALK TO ME! BRAADD!!!" Brad turned his head abruptly to the direction of his room's door. What does that human vermin want this time around? Why was she causing such a ruckus on a beautiful morning like this? He closed his eyes and mentally counted to ten as he shrugged into his shirt. Just when he'd thought she'd finally left him alone and here she was again, being a total nuisance. Doris kept pounding on the door. "COME ON, BRAD! OPEN UP!" She yelled. "I'M NOT GOING TO LEAVE TILL YOU TALK TO ME!" Brad sighed, walked reluctantly to the door, and swung it open. His eyes widened in surprise as she surged into his room without hesitation or permission. "Good morning to you too," he murmured. He took a deep breath, trying to calm himself down. "What do you want, Doris? And be quick about it. As you can see, I'm preparing for work." Anger and hurt swirled together inside her, and Doris found herself unable to contain her feelings any longe
MAX PELTED his way to his sister's room, his miniature Hummer Jeep under one arm and an eager Squid scampering behind. "Hi, Nora!" Nora's expression sparkled. "Hi, Maxie!" Max leaped onto her bed as well as Squid. "I was thinking... Since it's a no-school day, how about we do something much more fun." Nora and Max were supposed to be at school but due to a routine inspection of the fire alarms and sprinkler system, the school administration had declared the school closed for a day. And all of the students and teachers were instructed, the day before, to remain home while the contractors worked on the safety systems. "Like what?" Nora asked in excitement. "Hmm... Like playing outside the house." His eyes glowed, equally as excited. "Let's go to the neighborhood playground." Nora's face scrunched up in an expression of skepticism. "Uh... I don't know, Maxie," she drawled, lifting a shoulder. "The neighborhood playground is just not my thing. Besides, we hav
AS THE sun reached its zenith on the following day, Doris found Nora nestled at one of the lounge chairs by the pool. She was absorbed in a book, completely oblivious to the world around her. Her jet-black hair was swept back in loose pigtails, and a bucket hat shielded her eyes from the bright sun. Doris was struck by the tranquility of the scene, and at that moment, she wondered how such a tiny human was shouldering a lot all by herself and yet remained so placid. She, for instance, would run to her father for every little thing even when she was a teenager and there was this younger child, smiling despite what she was going through. The back of her eyes prickled with unshed tears as she watched her. She was like an adult in a child's body, concealing her difficulties all by herself which was not healthy one bit. She was a child and was supposed to behave like one. Doris exhaled sharply, shook off her emotions, and approached Nora. She knew she needed to be level-he