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ONE NIGHT WITH MY HUSBAND’S BROTHER Epilogue
TWO YEARS LATER~•~ "Five! Four! Three! Two! One! Happy New year!" Calista and Cameron screamed at the top of their lungs, jumping and huggoing each other while bursting with excitement. Chase and Mackenzie were not left out of the celebration. Chase hugged Mackenzie tight as they stood on the balcony of their cottage - the family's latest property in North Dakota - watching the fire works light up the sky. Little baby Emily cried in Mackenzie's arms. Mackenzie looked down at her daughter's dark eyes and blew her kisses. Soon, the baby started to smile. "Mummy, do you think Emily would have loved to scream with us?" Calista asked, tiptoeing just so she could see her little sister. Cameron turned to look at everyone, and stood beside his father. The more he grew, the more he turned into a spitting image of Chase. His father had often joked that by the time Cameron was Chase's present age, they wouldn't be able to tell their pictures apart. Emily was the only one who had resemblanc
ONE NIGHT WITH MY HUSBAND’S BROTHER Longing For Love
TWENTY YEARS LATER “Since when is a club the best place to discuss business?” Cameron admonished his best friend, Kail who was playing with the buttons of his car radio nonstop. “You’ll see but for God’s sake, do you only listen to all this opera shit?” The soft classical music playing within his car fizzled into the background as Cameron parked his car. He got down from his car, closely followed by Kail. They had been friends since their college days and now did business with each other from time to time. Once in, Kail took the lead, weaving his way through the many bodies into the building. Loud speakers were stationed at every dollar, blasting loud trendy dance music. Cameron was mindful of the clingy strippers, frowning at anyone who got too close. “Now what?” he tackled Kail when they were at the bar. The bartender, a bulky man with a dyed goatee spun around at the sound of new customers, holding a bottle and a shaker in each hand. “Now, we have a drink. The usual, Steve
ONE NIGHT WITH MY HUSBAND’S BROTHER One of a Kind
Calista sat in front of the great doors of her art gallery, hesitant to use the doorknob. It had been a while since she had touched a paintbrush m, talk more of going to work. Cameron and her little sister, Emily were constantly at her neck to move on with her life and this was her trying. Grief had eaten her up for two years and she felt guilty to put it all in the past. Moving on was like saying that the accident that had claimed her fiance’s life hadn’t happened, that she had not lost the two most important people in her life. To distract herself from those dark emotions, she checked the time on her phone. Belfer, her grandfather’s driver, had dropped her off more than thirty minutes but she could not gather the courage she needed to start all over again. “You can do this, damn it,” she scolded herself and pushed the doors open. She had forbidden anyone from pushing her wheelchair after she had recovered from the physical injuries. She had sustained a dislocation in her arm and
ONE NIGHT WITH MY HUSBAND’S BROTHER Families Dinner
“Do you need some help, sis?” Emily asked as if she had not asked just a minute ago. Calista was ready to fight her off with a saucepan. She could bloody well cook if she wanted to without everyone breathing down on her neck. Spaghetti could not be that hard to prepare.Her little sister was not so little anymore at twenty and Cameron had interrupted her interesting conversation earlier in the day to inform her that Emily was coming home for a school break. She was studying Photography and Media Coverage as a mini course in NYU and was in her final year. Where was Cameron? It was his idea to have a family dinner at the house they had all grown up in as a way of welcoming Emily back home. Calista would have been content with soaking up in her French double bath tub but family came first and she missed her grandfather. The old man practically lived alone except you counted the number of servants at his beck and call. Calista was about to add to her list of unreplied texts to he
ONE NIGHT WITH MY HUSBAND’S BROTHER Mysterious Man
“The bus is here, sweetie. Aren’t you ready yet?” Liz called from the bottom of the stairs. She had a ton of chores to do afterwards but she didn’t want to think about them at the moment. “One sec!” Anna, her daughter replied, running down the stairs with a flyer in her hand. “Good morning, Mom.” “Morning, baby. Trust you had a good night?” They embraced, Liz running her fingers into her daughter’s auburn corkscrew curls. She still could not believe she had ever thought to doing away with her precious gift. Shane may have ruined her life when he abandoned her to raise their daughter alone but he had given her someone to love as well. The bus honked outside again and broke through her trip down memory lane. “I did. I also did all my homework while I was waiting for you at May’s house. I forgot to give you this though.” She transferred the flyer to her mother and waited in anticipation. Liz sat on a kitchen stool, skimming through the many details on the rectangular piece of pape
ONE NIGHT WITH MY HUSBAND’S BROTHER Deadly Combination
It was the last day of the working week and despite how much Cameron admired the work his company, he couldn’t wait to kick back, put up his feet and welcome the weekend. It would have been more satisfying if he had someone to share it with. A woman specifically. A special woman in particular. Those hazel eyes were the last things he thought of for two nights now before going to bed. They were hot, heavy and direct at him like an arrow. He tried not to think of the singer who had seduced him with her voice and her luscious body. It was easier said than done. However, whenever he remembered that she was a mother and possibly someone else’s wife, his desire cooled. Of all the women in the world he could develop an attraction to, it just had to be a married woman. He cursed his bad luck and checked the time on his wristwatch. It was few minutes past three. Lunchtime. Finally. His secretary worked silently in her corner, paying no attention to him as he walked past her. She was a p
ONE NIGHT WITH MY HUSBAND’S BROTHER Anonymous Artist
Calista sat behind her desk, feeling proud of herself for keeping her word. Despite her shouting match with her twin brother, she took some time to rebuild her courage. Their family dinner had been ruined and Belfer had taken her home. Her office was exactly the way she had left it. The cleaners could not have access to it because it had been locked for two years. At her command, they had it tidied up for her and she got to work. She was behind on so much and only an hour after her arrival, her desk was piled with invitations, requests and approvals to emboss her signature on. It was overwhelming for a mind that had been dormant for a long while. “Get Hudson in here,” she wearily said to her secretary through the intercom. She leaned into her wheelchair, her glasses almost sliding off her nose. She had hoped they would be temporary but now, they were a permanent part of her life. At the corner of her office, her unfinished painting was propped against the wall and covered with a
ONE NIGHT WITH MY HUSBAND’S BROTHER Hell’s Demon
“Mom, I don’t know why you keep doing this to yourself. I only take your calls because I respect you but it changes nothing. I am never coming back home and that’s it,” he concluded with a note of finality. “Don’t be stubborn, son. Just do it for my sake. Your brother has accepted to take your place on the board and you don’t have to do anything you don’t want to anymore. Please come home—” “And be reminded everyday of my life that I am a failure because I could not be the man my father wanted me to be?” His question was met with silence from the other side of the phone and he smirked without humour. His mother might love him as she claimed but she could never go against her husband. “That’s what I thought. Good bye, Mom.” He ended the long distance call and dumped the phone beside him. Sometimes, he felt guilty of making his mother choose between her husband and her child but he never wanted her to have to pick sides. That was one of the reasons why he had left. He had jus
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