Arella
I GROANED upon stretching my limbs. The first thing that came to my senses was the smell—it wasn’t the smell of Skip’s car. It smelled fresh laundry. And I was lying flat and able to stretch my limbs. The soft humming came next—it was the air conditioning. I spread my arms, the softness of the sheet under my palm confirmed something. I was in bed—it was
SkipI SCANNEDthe packed room, hoping to find an old mate as quickly as possible. Coming back to this place again was harder than I thought. My chest tightened when the door shut behind me—it felt like walking down the memory lane.
ArellaI COULDN’Thelp but think of how happy I was when my ex-husband proposed to me three years ago. A month later we get married. Now, I was staring down at the Manila envelope that had been inside my drawer for eight months. My final divorce papers.
SkipTHE CREAMstucco house came to view when the iron-wrought gate slid open. This had been my mother’s house after her divorce from Dad. Dr. Everly Hynson never remarried and been promoted as the head of the Pediatric department in the local hospital last year.
ArellaTHE LIVINGroom already blasted with loud noises from the TV and from Dad and my brother, Brett. They were football fans—the soccer one. Brett was a die-hard fan of Manchester, while Dad was a Real Madrid, and as for me, I was a neutral. Well, if I was being honest, I knew American football, but soccer, on the
SkipWHENIgot out of my last relationship, I decided not to ever get serious with a woman again, or she had to come with me where ever I go. Then, her entrance just caught me off guard.Things got offhanded.Arella Reighan Rogue was
ArellaMY HEARTlurched thinking of Skip Linton. When I was still with my ex, I thought of Linton and never figured out that he was actually aLinton.If my heart lurc
SkipMY GUTclenched. That son of a bitch hurt Arella and messed up her head. Now she left angry and possibly wouldn’t talk to me again. What the fuck was I thinking? I dialed Brett immediately. Gladly, he picked up like he was expecting my call. “Yep?”
ArellaIGNORING MYhammering heart was hard enough, but what was harder was facing the man who never left my mind these past days. He left me standing outside my apartment two days ago with a billion-dollar question that might remain unanswered.