Rewriting the Rules - S. Moose

Rewriting the Rules Copyright © 2015 by S. Moose All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic or mechanical, including photocopying, recording, or by any information storage and retrieval system, without permission in writing. This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are the product of the author’s imagination or are used factiously, and any resemblance to any actual person, living or dead, events, or locales is entirely coincidental. The author acknowledges the trademarked status and trademark owners of various products referenced in this work of fiction, which have been used without permission. The publication/use of these trademarks is not authorized, associated with, or sponsored by the trademark owner. All rights reserved. This book is intended for mature adults only. Photography by Pat Lee @ Pat Lee Photographer Cover Design by Sommer Stein @ Perfect Pear Creative Covers Interior Formatting by Integrity Formatting Model: Daniel Kielgast Editing by Jessica Glover Proofreading by Judy’s Proofreading and Alexis Whitney Blurb assistance: Carol Eastman, The Blurb Bitch Release Day Blitz and Blog Tour by The Next Step PR, Give Me Books, and Enticing Journey

Table of Contents

Playlist Other Books by S. Moose Dedication Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7 Chapter 8 Chapter 9 Chapter 10 Chapter 11 Chapter 12 Chapter 13 Chapter 14 Chapter 15 Chapter 16 Chapter 17 Chapter 18 Chapter 19 Chapter 20 Chapter 21 Chapter 22 Chapter 23 Chapter 24 Chapter 25 Chapter 26 Chapter 27 Chapter 28 Chapter 29

Chapter 30 Chapter 31 Chapter 32 Chapter 33 Chapter 34 Chapter 35 Chapter 36 Chapter 37 Acknowledgements About the Author

Playlist

Not that Simple by Mike Posner Losing My Mind by Charlie Puth You Can’t Break a Broken Heart by Kate Voegele Confident by Demi Lovato Should’ve Ran After You by Cole Swindell Nirvana by Sam Smith Dangerously by Charlie Puth House of Cards by Tyler Shaw Come a Little Closer by Dierks Bentley Unsteady by X Ambassadors 24-7 by Spencer Saylor Poison & Wine by The Civil Wars If You Ever Come Back by The Script Yours by Russell Dickerson To the Moon and Back by Luke Bryan

Other Books by S. Moose

Never Letting Go series Reaching Out For You Holding Onto You Next to Forever

Infinity Series Vision of Love Vision of Destiny Vision of Hope

Interrupted Series Interrupted Vol 1 Interrupted Vol 2 Interrupted Vol 3

The Offbeat Series Offbeat Even Rhythm

Standalones Teach Me Love Beautiful Lessons with Rebecca Brooke Take Me Away

Dedication

To anyone who thinks love won’t touch their lives. Always believe in love. Believe in faith and have courage to fight for what you deserve.

Chapter 1

Charlotte

“I’m so sorry, Shawn.” I cover my mouth with my hands and watch my boyfriend of three years fall on the couch behind him. The ring falls from his hand and hits the carpet. Kneeling down I place my hands on his knees and beg him to talk to me. “I’m so sorry,” I whisper. “You don’t deserve this and I don’t know what else to do. Please understand I want to be honest and true with you.” “You don’t love me.” The tone of his voice is quiet and hurt. This is my fault. I’m hurting a good man because my heart isn’t with him anymore. “It’s not that,” I explain. “I love you. I just don’t love you in the way you deserve to be loved. It’s hard to explain, and I really want you to understand that I wish I didn’t have these feelings. You’re an amazing man, Shawn, and I don’t deserve you.” “But I deserve you, Charlotte. You’re my world, and everything makes sense because of you. When I wake up in the morning and look at you, I feel complete. I feel at peace. It’s because of you that I’m able to get up in the morning and fight for our future.” I blink back the tears and listen to him convey his love for me. It’s hard to hear, especially since I don’t feel the same way. “I knew when we first met it was because of your brother. I never expected to fall for you and I never expected for you to feel the same. We’ve been through a lot together. Are you really willing to throw it all away?” “Yes, we met because of Will and things happened between us. It doesn’t mean anything, though, Shawn. I think you’re confusing love and using me as a crutch. You say it’s because of me that you’re here and alive. It’s not, though. You pushed through and fought the demons.” “With your help. You’re my best friend, Charlotte. I don’t know what else to say,” he stammers. “I love you and I want you to be my wife.” “I’m sorry,” I tell him again. “I want the best for you and I know it’s not me.” Getting up, I lean down and kiss him on the forehead. Heading to the bedroom we’ve shared over these past years I collapse on the bed and cry into my pillow. Thinking about the last ten minutes is killing me. “Charlotte, you saved me and brought the light back into my life. Before you, I didn’t think life mattered. There were days I couldn’t get out of bed and days I wanted to stay away from the world. Then you, my light, came to me and gave me reason. Without you, I’m nothing.” I watch Shawn get down on one knee and pull out a solitaire diamond ring. All I can see is Troy and I’m smiling from ear to ear. My dream is coming true. “Marry me, Charlotte. Make me the happiest man.” “Yes! Yes, Troy, I’ll marry you.” As soon as the words escape my lips I don’t see Troy anymore. I see Shawn. I see the man I’ve been with for the past three years and the man who gave me everything. “Troy? What?” “Oh no.” Pulling out my phone I scroll through until I find Jessica’s name and press call. She answers in two

rings with an excited tone. “What’s wrong,” she quickly asks when she hears me crying. “I called him Troy.” “Oh no. Sweetie,” she hurries to say. “I’m on my way over now.” “Thank you.” Lying on our bed I look around the bedroom, the same room we’ve shared, and look at the pictures hanging on the walls and on top of the dresser. I was happy with Shawn. He made me laugh and was romantic. For one of my birthdays he planned a surprise party with our friends at a restaurant and then took me away to Wilmington, NC. We went on the One Tree Hill tour and stayed at a cute bed and breakfast. It was a fun weekend and I was happy. It’s nice to have someone in your life that loves you and will do anything to keep you happy. The thing is I knew deep down it didn’t mean forever. Breaking up with Shawn doesn’t mean I don’t love him or care about him. Letting him go means I love him enough so he can find someone who’ll love him the way he deserves to be loved. And I deserve to be with the man who owns my heart and soul. We haven’t talked in about four years and every day I miss him. I’ll never forget the look on his face when we were last together. Sitting in the booth with my two favorite guys, Will, my brother, and Troy, the love of my life, we laugh about something stupid while waiting for food. “Charlotte, wow, I can’t believe you’re going to be a senior,” Will gushes. “I’m proud of you, little sister.” “Thank you!” I feel Troy’s hand rubbing my thigh and my body soars with desire. Discreetly looking at him I see the smile on his face and fall deeper in love with him. I’ve been in love with my older brother’s best friend since I was sixteen. We grew up together and I think I’ve always loved him, but it finally hit me and at that moment I wanted him to be mine forever. He’s two years older and is way more mature than I’ll ever be, but we’re made for each other. He’s my person. Slipping my hand under the table, I entwine my fingers with his and feel the tight squeeze. We’re not together in a boyfriend/girlfriend way because he wants me to focus on school and soccer. Then there’s my older brother who’ll surely murder Troy without a second thought. Two years ago we made a promise that the day I graduate from college is the day we tell him our feelings and beg for his blessing. My brother is the only family I have and he’s my rock. I can never disappoint him. Never. “Oh, I totally forgot to tell you,” Will says. “Remember my client, Shawn?” I nod and see Troy’s shoulders tense. “So he’s going through a rough time and I’m hoping you can be his shoulder to lean on.” “Me?” “Why her?” Will looks at us and shakes his head. “Come on. He’s a great guy and needs a friend, plus he really likes you.”

“We met like once and I hardly talked to him.” “Hey,” Will raises his hands, “his words. I think he’ll be good for you. Troy and I are moving to Rochester, New York in a few weeks and we won’t be here as much, so having Shawn around will make me feel better that my baby sister will be safe.” “I can take care of myself, Will. I can’t believe you’re trying to play matchmaker right now. I don’t want a relationship.” I hold Troy’s hand tighter. “Why are you doing this?” “Charlotte, I’m not doing anything to hurt you. I want someone who I trust to be here for you and protect you. I mean, if something happens to you guys then that’s great. He’s a good guy. Give him a chance.” I remember everything Will’s given up for me and slowly let go of Troy’s hand. He pulls me back, but I pull hard enough and he lets me go. At that moment, I lost him and broke the promise we made. Jessica comes over and helps me pack my things. Since I moved in with Shawn I don’t own much, just what I brought over. My belongings fit in three suitcases, two duffel bags, and a tote. I look at my bags and hear Shawn coming into the bedroom. “I’ll take these down to your car,” he absently says. The only thing I can do is nod and look at Jessica. “Thanks, Shawn,” she says for me. When he leaves the bedroom, I sit back on the bed and pick up a framed picture of Shawn and me. “How did this happen?” “You can’t blame yourself, babe.” I look at my best friend and am so thankful to have her in my life. We’ve been friends since first grade when she moved to Ann Arbor, Michigan. Since that day, we’ve been inseparable. She knows everything about me and has been there whenever I need her. “You’re going to go to Rochester. Be with Will and Troy, then when things settle down you’ll talk to Troy.” “He won’t talk to me. I tried for so many months and he never responded. He hates me.” “I don’t think he hates you. Sure, he’s mad, but hate? No. He can’t. That man loves you so much and you love him.” “What am I going to do?” Jessica places her hand on my heart and I understand what she’s saying. She knows this is the right thing to do and it gives me a little bit of hope knowing I’m making the right decision. I can’t be with a man I don’t truly love. My heart beats for someone else and it’s not for Shawn. “I’m going to Rochester,” I whisper and prepare myself for another life-changing moment

Chapter 2

Troy

“Thanks, Doc.” I disconnect the call and start laughing uncontrollably. Tears stream down my face, and I’m holding my stomach from laughing so hard. “Wow,” I mutter and put my cell phone in my pocket. Heading down to my basement to work out and clear my head, I start with an intense cardio session. Sprinting for a minute and then jogging for thirty seconds. I do this for fifteen minutes and then work on my arms and biceps. Running and lifting helps put questions in my head back into perspective. Things are clearer and I’m able to make better decisions without using my raw emotions. I work out until my body hits the point of exhaustion. Wiping the sweat from my face and chest, I chug a bottle of water and make my way upstairs. “Baby!” I look over and see my girlfriend running to me and jumping in my arms. “Oh, you’re so sweaty,” she winks and gives me a kiss. “Gotta shower. I’ll be down in a little.” “Sure. Want me to start dinner?” I nod and head upstairs. Stepping into my shower, I turn on the water faucet and welcome the warm water to travel down my body to relax my muscles. I think about the phone call with my doctor and shake my head. It makes me think about relationships and loyalty. Being in a committed relationship means you’re committed to that person. Sure, temptation is everywhere and some people may act on it, but others who are loyal do not. See where I’m going? Commitment means monogamous. Monogamous means one person, unless there’s an agreement for a threesome and then you’re a lucky son of a bitch. Either way, commitment is to one person and loyalty means not giving in to temptation. The type of man who remains faithful is the type of man a woman needs in her life. I’m the type who’ll be in a relationship and put my efforts into her. My mother taught me how to treat a woman and my father is the prime example of a gentleman. I’ll treat my woman right, lavish her with gifts, open the doors for her, and make her come at least three times. I may not believe in love or marriage, but I understand women and as long as what I want is laid out for them to understand, they get me. I have rules and a code I live by. This way of life is what keeps me from getting hurt. A broken heart is a bitch to deal with. The emotions that come with a broken heart fucking suck and will eat you alive, leaving you a broken man with barely anything to hold on to. The dream of being happy with her is gone in a matter of moments. I make my rules clear and make no attempts to lead them on. If she doesn’t like it, I won’t chase her or make amends. There’s the door, you can use it the same way you came in. If that’s harsh, then I’m an asshole, but I’m an honest asshole. Dressing in a plain white tee and basketball shorts I head downstairs and walk into my kitchen to find my girlfriend, Andrea, busy fixing dinner. Leaning against the counter, I cross my arms across my chest, and watch her move around. She’s beautiful, no doubt and she makes me laugh. We have a good relationship because she understands what I want and what I need. “Smells good in here,” I tell her while grabbing a bottle of white wine and the salad bowl. “Thanks, baby. I found this honey-glazed chicken recipe online and knew I had to make it for you.” “Thanks.”

“Sure. Go sit down!” “Alright. So how was your day?” “Good,” she turns to me and smiles. “I went out with Liza for some girl time.” “Sounds fun. How’s she doing?” “Really good. We had lunch at PF Changs and shopped at Von Maur. I saw a few things I liked, but nothing I loved.” “I’m surprised. Usually, you come home with bags full of clothes.” She shrugs and hands me a plate with chicken, green beans, and red potatoes. “Looks good. Thank you for cooking dinner.” “Of course, baby,” she leans down and kisses my cheek before taking her seat and continuing her story about her day. Looking at Andrea across the dinner table, I think about our relationship a little more. It’s been over two years, my longest relationship, and after hearing the news from my doctor, I don’t feel anything deep for her besides my cock in her pussy. Our chemistry in the bedroom is good and I have no complaints when we fuck and she’s screaming my name. She loves to fuck just as much as I do, and there’s no such thing as making love or slow and sweet. We fuck fast, hard, and dirty. I don’t need the love connection with her or anyone else. My heart doesn’t beat for her and I certainly don’t spend days and nights thinking about her or a future. She’s a warm, hot body and I’m a man who craves sex and control. It’s a basic equation that makes sense. I care about her very much and want us to work out, only liars and cheaters don’t have room in my life. In the bedroom, we connect. Outside of the bedroom, I look at her and wonder why my dick is stronger than my mind. In the beginning, things were next to perfect. A beautiful supermodel with a sexy as hell fitness coach. We had the same beliefs about health and our lifestyle, and wanted to live. She made me laugh and spending time with her wasn’t a task; it was something I enjoyed. As time went on, the shift in our relationship slid to the point where I tolerated her and I made excuses to not travel with her or go out. I wanted to have the relationship work out between us and thought about taking her away so we could spend time together. The phone call this morning changed all of that. Watching her talk about herself with a whiney voice makes me want to jump into a pile of needles. My dick is scared for his life right now and in hiding. Lucky bastard. But now I have to tell him we’re breaking up and that’s going to be hard. My dick loves her pussy. They connect on a wild and sexy level, but there comes a time when a man needs to let go because the sex isn’t that great to put up with the shit I’m dealing with. I see her lips moving and her hands moving. I’m not sure what she’s saying. Her voice is nagging and gives me a headache. When we’re together, it’s necessary to have a glass of alcohol in my hand or else I’d grab a knife and slice my wrist. At first, things were great and we got along well. The first year of our relationship, things were on an even keel. We hung out with her friends and mine. We traveled and experienced adventures together. I cared about her deeply and wanted the best for her. She understood what I wanted and never pushed for more. The longer we stayed together the more I noticed subtle changes in her behavior. Things weren’t as carefree like before. I’d come home to find bridal magazines laying around or she’d suggest watching a chick flick and cry when the couple got married. It never occurred to me she wanted more and I never

acknowledged those subtle changes. Last Valentine’s Day I bought her a Pandora bracelet with all the charms and it was color coordinated with silver, white, and red. After spending a thousand dollars, I had the bracelet wrapped nicely in a box and placed in a gift bag with tissue paper. A limo drove us to dinner at the Del Monte and when I gave her the bracelet, the look of slight disappointment hit her face. It was quick and I ignored it. I thought I did a great job picking out the charms. “What’s wrong?” “Nothing, baby,” she smiles and looks at the new bracelet shining on her wrist. “It’s really beautiful.” “You look disappointed.” “No,” she reaches for my hand and the smile on her face gets wider. “I love it.” Thinking about that night and listening to her talk about Liza’s upcoming wedding, it hits me. She wants more. During the years, I’ve changed into a hard man with a cold heart. I never used to be like this, but a broken heart will turn you into a bitter asshole. Love’s for idiots. Love’s a sickness, and when people catch the damn disease, it invades their body and mind. You do stupid shit without thinking, and when it’s over, there’s nothing left besides being alone. When you love, you trust, and when you trust, you become vulnerable. They make you feel things, and then out of nowhere leaves without looking back. So who’s the one left broken? That euphoric feeling of love and bliss is all lies. By nature, people have motives and will fool you and do anything to make you believe their heart. It’s complex and not worth the time and energy. People say that when the sense of clarity hits your body, and takes your breath away, your life will be better. Who the fuck comes up with that shit? Those are romance words and when it comes to action, no one feels that way. My cold heart doesn’t need or want love. It has had a wall to protect itself for almost four years and it doesn’t plan on letting anyone in. “So I have to fly to New York City on Monday for business and I’m not sure when I’ll be back,” she tells me, pulling me back to reality as she’s sipping her glass of white wine and leaning back in the chair. “Okay. I hope you have fun.” I didn’t really care one way or another. She sighs and places her glass of wine on the table. “Do you want to come with me?” “Not this time.” I get up from the table and pour myself a glass of whiskey. I need something stronger if I’m going to continue to have a conversation with her. “Why not? You love the city and I thought maybe we could move there?” “Why in the hell would I want to move to NYC? I like it here. My friends are here and my business is here.” “You can work anywhere and you said it yourself, Rochester can get really boring. We do the same things every year. At least in New York City we’ll have more opportunities to see more and experience more.” “Like what?” She explains the different activities like Broadway shows, concerts, the parks, shopping on Fifth Ave, and she’ll be closer to her agency. “Not what I want, Andrea.”

“So what are we doing then?” I roll my eyes and finish my whiskey in one gulp. “I don’t know what you’re talking about. Everything is fine and comfortable.” “That’s it! It’s comfortable. I want more with you. I want to experience more of this life and grow with you.” “You knew what you were getting into when we got together. I didn’t lie or hold anything back from you.” Unlike you, I want to say. Biding my time, I keep my cool and hold back. “This,” she extends her arms out and stares me down. “We’ve been together for two years and not once have you told me you loved me, or anything along the lines of a couple ready to start a future.” “What?” My tone is harsh and I need to make sure I heard her correctly. “When did you think I wanted more? I don’t think,” I pause for dramatic effect. “Wait, I know I never said that. We’re together, Andrea. That’s it.” She remains silent, and still her eyes are on me. “There’s nothing more about us. I give you everything you want and now you want more.” “Nice,” she mutters. “How can I not want more? I love you, Troy, and you don’t ever say it back to me. All this time I thought you needed more time to see how good we are for each other. When we’re out, we have fun and when we’re home, things are good between us. Do you know my parents and friends ask me all the time when we’re getting married?” “Married?” I nearly pass out from the word. If I walk into a church, I’ll be burned alive. If the words I do ever come out of my mouth I’ll go ahead and jump off a cliff. The words husband, wife, family, and forever aren’t anywhere near my vocabulary. What the fuck do those words mean? Being twenty-five years old with a successful at-home business, and money to last me for a while, I don’t need someone to attach themselves to me. “Okay,” she sighs. “You don’t want to get married?” “No. Andrea, how many times do I have to explain myself? You knew what you were getting into when we first met.” “So back to my question, what are we doing? We live together and are building somewhat of a life together. Yes, I know you care about me and like me.” I nod while pouring myself another glass of whiskey. “You know I love you and want more, but we’re not on the same page.” Falling in love isn’t something I want to experience again. Falling in love leaves you vulnerable. The emotions are too raw and fuck with your control on life. Instead of you being in the driver’s seat, navigating your way through life the way you want, love takes over and makes decisions for you. I take a moment to think about what I can say to her so she’ll understand. I’ve been around love and happiness my whole life. My parents have been married for thirty years and to this day, still hold hands and look at each other with admiration. I know how to treat a woman and give her the world. “We’re having fun and we’re comfortable. We live together and are building a life, just not with rings and standing in a church telling our family and friends how we feel. This works, Andrea. I take you out on dates, and lavish you with gifts. We go on expensive trips around the world and I give you space to hang out with your friends. Like I said, this is all I can give you.” “I want to grow old with you and spend my life with you,” she wipes her tears and I should feel bad. “I want us to get married and have kids.” I don’t. “You knew what you were getting into. I told you from the start I didn’t want marriage or that kind of

commitment. I’m not sure what else you want me to say. I won’t be changing my mind.” “Maybe I thought I’d be the one to change your mind,” she retreats into her hole and finishes her glass of wine. “I’m going to bed.” Without another word, she touches my shoulder, kisses my cheek, and walks upstairs. Putting away our dishes, I shut off the lights, turn on the alarm system, and head upstairs. Walking into my bedroom, I find Andrea in bed lying on her side, staring at me. My cock blinks his eye then goes back to sleep. He has no interest in a meeting with her pussy. “I’m going to be downstairs doing work,” I tell her. “Go to sleep. I’ll see you in the morning.” “Seriously, Troy?” She groans and gets up. I see her naked body walking to the closet and in minutes she’s out, dressed in a short black dress with a bag in her hand. “I’m going out and then crashing at Liza’s house.” “Okay.” I should breakup with her now and kick her out of my house. My father taught me how to be a gentleman and as much as I’d love to see the look on her face when I confront her with the truth, I honestly don’t have the energy to deal with the argument. She nods and heads out of the bedroom. It’s almost eleven in the evening, and I should be worried my girlfriend is out and about. Only I’m not. Heading back downstairs, I grab a glass of whiskey and walk outside to my deck, overlooking the inground pool and built-in waterfall. In every aspect of my life I’m in control. I’m in charge of my company that I have with Will, and have found my success because of my hard work, and support from my parents. They didn’t have to bribe Yale to get me in, or pay for a building to get me good grades. As rich as I am with material things, there’s something missing to make me full. Sipping on my whiskey, I close my eyes and think about the last few years in Rochester. My booming fitness business is going on three years strong. My clients are not only local, but throughout the nation. I come up with their meal plan, make their food, package it, and ship it. Will does the same, and we are constantly attending conventions to promote our growing business. All of my energy is for my clients and the words fun and relaxing don’t exist. Owning my business means I handle all the issues. I don’t count on anyone else. Will and I meet once a week to talk about our sales, clients, and how else to make our business grow as a team and individually. Our business is successful because we are in control. Everything is about control. When you lose it you might as well kiss everything goodbye. No one can get through life without having a grasp on their life and what they want. You set a goal and you fucking do anything you can to reach your goal. No excuses. Finishing my whiskey, I realize how alone I am. It’s nights like these I despise. My mind wanders and plays hide and seek with thoughts I’ve kept buried. It looks for these issues and puts me in a shittier mood than I’ve been in. When I was younger I had my parents or friends around me. Now I keep my circle small. I’ve been screwed over too many times. Taking my phone out of my pocket, I scroll through my contact list and think about texting Will. He’s most likely home, cooking for clients, and my parents are vacationing in Europe. I have acquaintances, but only a handful of good friends I’ve let into my life. As we get older, it’s not the quantity of friends, but the quality. I don’t give a shit if I sound like a pussy. It’s the truth. When you have a lot of friends, the chances to get screwed over is real. The doorbell rings and I look up, wondering who’s at the door. Pushing myself up from the chair outside I head through the kitchen and to the foyer. Reaching over to grab the doorknob, I twist it to open and blink a few times to make sure I’m seeing correctly.

“Hi, Troy.”

Chapter 3

Troy

Nothing prepares you for when you’re faced with the past. As hard and cold as I am, I’m nearly on my ass when I see her. I blink some more and instead of a twenty-five-year-old man, I’m brought to my eighteenyear-old self and the girl I love is standing before me. My dick smiles and wakes up from a dreary nap. Fucking bastard decides now is the best time to be active. Not tonight, buddy. Not tonight. I do my best to think about anything that’ll calm down my raging hard-on. She’s really looking at me and a smile comes across her face. It’s the same smile I remember all those years ago. The smile that brings me to my knees and makes everything stop moving. I pause for a moment before saying something to her. The girl standing before me is a ghost from the past. I knew her. She was my first love, until I didn’t know her anymore. She has no idea what she’s doing to me. When I don’t smile back she flinches slightly. Watching her closely I see her smile slowly disappearing. The lost expression on her face shows and she nervously shuffles her feet. “Troy,” she calls for me again. “Come in,” I tell her and watch as she walks in. My eyes go directly to her long blonde hair, curvy body, and beautiful ass. Her legs are toned, and those tanned legs go on for miles. I’m imagining her legs wrapped around my waist while I fuck her until she screams. The dress she has on hugs every delicious curve of her body. Damn, do I want her. “Charlotte.” Saying her name is doing things to my body. I control my feelings and turn on my hardened stare. I remind myself this is the girl who ripped my heart out and took it with her. Feeling sorry for her or happy she’s here isn’t an option. Closing the door, I stand before her and notice how much of an adult she looks like now. I also notice the sadness and fear in her eyes. The overwhelming feeling to hold her and comfort her pushes through. Quickly, I bury those feelings and keep a neutral expression on my face. Needing to say something, I ask her the first thing that comes to my mind. “Are you hungry?” Her head pops up and she slowly smiles, giving me a nod. Leading her to my kitchen, I pull out a chair for her and take out containers of food. “I have chicken, if that’s okay?” “Sure, that’s fine.” I smile, nod, and prepare her a plate. Staring at the leftovers from dinner, I assume she’ll like it, not necessarily caring what she likes or doesn’t like. Turning to look at her, I see her eyes on me and the emotions on her face. It’s pulling on my conscience, so I push it away. I’m not letting my guard down when it comes to Charlotte. Pulling out my phone, I’m about to text Will until I hear her telling me to stop. “Please don’t tell my brother,” she asks me. “Why? He needs to know you’re here.” “I just,” she pauses, covering her face and running her fingers through her long hair. “I just need a few days to let everything sink in. I know I’m here out of the blue, but I need a few days and I didn’t know where else to go.”

“You’re fine, Charlotte,” I pause and turn around to face her. “I’m not going to kick you out of my house, but I can’t let you stay here and keep this from Will. He should know. He’s your brother. You can’t come to Rochester without an explanation.” “I know,” she sighs. Getting up from the chair, she paces the kitchen. “All I can say is that I’m okay and I’m going to be living here now. A lot has been going on and I’ve missed you guys.” “Not good enough. The last I heard was that you landed a good job in Michigan.” I study her body language and the way she’s staring at me. She looks surprised I knew that little fact about her. Seeing her here, in my house, in my kitchen, is fucking with my head. This isn’t a random situation. She’s here for a reason and it’s a reason I need to find out. The promise we made to each other creeps into my head. I remembered her words and how she felt in my arms. “We can’t tell Will.” “I know,” I assure her, rubbing her arms and pulling her to my body. “I’m not going to pressure you. I’m so proud of you, sweetheart. You’re going to be a star on the field and kill each class. I’m going to wait for you and the day you’re ready to tell Will about us then that’s the day I’ll kiss you and love you forever.” “I’ll be thinking about that kiss until the time’s right. I promise as soon as I’m done with school we’ll tell him together. He’ll have to see how happy you make me.” She lifts her head from my chest and leans to kiss the tip of my nose. “I love you so much.” “I love you too.” She was my world until it came shattering down and I was left without her. The broken promise fell through my fingers and there was nothing. That day I vowed never to allow love to be near me. I was going to be happier on my own without her. I knew it was wrong. She was my best friend’s baby sister. I teased her when she was younger, made her cry, and then fell in love. Our friendship took its own course and I never saw it coming-the day we admitted our feelings. Will had no idea and to this day still doesn’t know the feelings I hold for her. Our relationship ended before it began. It had to be that way, even if she took a piece of my heart with her, I had to forget her and move on. “Once upon a time you used to care and take care of me. Remember?” “Once upon a time I would have done anything for you. Things change, Charlotte.” “I guess so.” She crosses her arms over her chest and her breasts slightly rise, the swells catching my attention. “So how did you know where to find me?” “Will sent me your address one Christmas so I could send you a card.” “I never got a card from you.” “I know,” she responds, still holding her eyes on me. “I didn’t get a chance to send you the cards or letters.” “Why’s that?” She shrugs and doesn’t respond right away. Her mind is reeling, trying to come up with an excuse, and I can’t figure out what she’ll say.

“Honestly, I didn’t think it would matter.” “I’m not sure why you would have thought that. It would have been nice to hear from you and know how you’re doing. It’s been four years, Charlotte. You can’t pop back into my life and expect me to be okay with this. What happened with Shawn?” “I broke up with him.” A look of shock plasters on my face. From what I’ve heard, they were on the way to getting married. “I thought you were happy and in love.” “Things changed. I never really loved him. I did it for Will . . . to make him happy.” “You can’t always do everything for your brother.” “He gave up his life for me. He could have been playing soccer in Europe and made a career out of it. I held him back.” The ding goes off and I take the plate of food over to her. “Wine?” She nods and I grab an open bottle of red wine and pour her a glass. I need to figure out a plan for Charlotte, and fast. Making her leave with nowhere to go isn’t an option. If Will finds out Charlotte came to me and I dismissed her, he’ll kick my ass. I have respect for him, so I’ll treat her nicely. “I get it,” I mutter and sit down at the kitchen table with her. “I need to lay low for a few days. Unless you want to go tell on me to my big bad brother.” “No need to get smart, little one. Just answer a few questions.” She nods. “Are you hurt? Did someone hurt you?” She shakes her head. “Okay. You can stay here for a few days and then you’re telling Will.” I don’t push her to tell me more. I’m not usually this big of an asshole around people I care about. The problem with Charlotte is too many years have passed by and I don’t know who she is anymore. I don’t want her thinking she can count on me or expect a shoulder to cry on. She needs to stay far away because I’m not someone that can be trusted with her. Even though she was someone I loved and cared about before, seeing her now is only causing the feeling of betrayal and regret to reignite. Watching her eat, I notice she’s free of makeup and still looks beautiful, but I can see the creases on her forehead from worry and the dark circles under her eyes from the lack of sleep. Her shoulders are sagging and the tight grip she has on the fork and knife leaves me to think she’s holding a secret, possibly several secrets. Charlotte doesn’t pick up and leave without a reason or plan. Regardless of what’s going on, it doesn’t involve me and I can’t get mixed up with her. I drink the glass of wine I poured and sit back watching her. It seems like my looks are being unanswered or she’s staying away and not pushing me. Good girl. Even so, seeing her before me is making my dick twitch again and my heart is beating too damn fast. As much as she’s changed and grown up, she’s still my Charlotte. The girl I first knew is now a sexy and beautiful woman waiting for me to make my move. Only I won’t. I can’t. I have to stay away. I’ve known Charlotte her whole life. Her brother, Will, and I have been friends since we were babies, and when she came into the world, she became part of both of us. The years went on and my

feelings evolved from annoyance to lust to love. Falling in love at eighteen was something I didn’t expect. We had a strong friendship and she invaded my fantasy every night. My hand and cock became best friends. Thinking about her, her naked body underneath me, brought on a hard and fast orgasm. She was everything I wanted, until the day she left and never looked back. When her parents died, Will took on the caregiver role and gave up his opportunity to play soccer in Europe. He continued to play for U of M, but I knew he regretted the decision. Will and Charlotte were left with enough money to be comfortable for nearly the rest of their lives. With the money, Will took care of the everyday bills, bought Charlotte a reliable car, and held down a job working for my dad with a modified schedule. He worked from home most of the time and went into the office when he didn’t have class or a game. He was eighteen and Charlotte was sixteen, both lost and afraid. A knee injury my senior year of high school prevented me from playing soccer again. While Will worked or had soccer, I stayed with Charlotte and made sure she was okay. I drove her to practice and went to her soccer games. I became her best friend and was there whenever she needed me. My love for her grew and she never knew it. I respected my best friend and we lived by the bro code. She was untouchable and too good for me . . . for any of us. Charlotte was supposed to follow her dreams, play soccer in college, and major in business. She was going to make something of herself, and no one was going to hold her back. Not even me. Two years of helping her. Two years of realizing how much she meant to me. Nothing ever happened between us. Lines were never crossed, and I never pushed her for more. There was harmless flirting, dinner and movie dates. She was happy. She was healing. Towards the end of her senior year, she announced her decision to attend U of M with us. That was the day I told her how I felt and held her in my arms. She loved me the same way I loved her. We made a promise to tell Will on the day of her graduation from U of M so she could focus on school and soccer. No matter what, I was there for her and never left her side. Until the day she met Shawn. I didn’t chase her. Not only did I know she deserved better, she’s also my best friend’s little sister. He’d murder me on the spot without thinking if he knew the thoughts I was having about his sister. So I let it go. I let her go. And that’s when the walls around my heart became so high no one would be able to reach me. Women were toys to me and meant for my pleasure. It came to a point I settled with Andrea and became too comfortable. The other women before broke it off when they realized I wouldn’t ask them to move in or put a ring on their finger. Then Andrea came along and understood what I wanted and what I would offer. Until she wanted more. The fact she’s here, and I have no idea why, doesn’t sit well with me. A million questions are going through my head and I want to ask her. I know she won’t tell me until she’s ready, so maybe I shouldn’t help her. Years of silence and here she is in front of me as if nothing happened or nothing is wrong. I need distance from her to figure out my head. I don’t want to be in my own home while she’s here. When I look at her I see the woman she’s grown up to be, but I still see the teenager I fell in love with. She deserves my help and I want to be there for her. I don’t want to get to know the woman she’s become. Maybe when Will finds out that she’s here, I’ll leave Rochester for a little while. Chicago seems to be a fitting place or even Miami. Wherever Charlotte is, I’ll have to be away from. Then again, life doesn’t play fair and I’m the one holding the losing hand. My eyes trail down her body. Her dress is slightly lifted, hitting her mid thighs and her creamy skin

is screaming for my tongue. “I need your help, Troy,” she whispers so softly I had to take a minute to adjust my focus. “I don’t know where else to go.” “You have Will.” My tone is harsh and short. I pick up my wine glass, keeping my eyes on her, and take a drink. Red wine is bitter and classic like a woman. It needs to be consumed slowly and savored. A true wine drinker will appreciate the taste and aroma unlike someone who doesn’t understand a good, strong, glass of wine. It’s unlike beer or liquor. With wine, the aromas of the grapes and ingredients are being savored. Most of my bottles are reserves from well-known wineries in California. It’s expensive, sophisticated, classy, and sharp like a woman should be. “Do you want me to go?” I should have her leave. My life is about control and when I’m with her, there’s none. She’s the only one who knows me inside and out. She’s the one who’ll wreck me. “No. I think we’ve had a long night and you look like you need sleep. Come on. I’ll take you to the guest bedroom and tomorrow we’ll talk.” When she hears what I have to offer, a smile comes to her face and she stares at me. I see her eyes moving down my face and onto my chest and body. I like how she’s looking at me. Fuck. No, I can’t be glad. She’s someone I’ve known her whole life and someone I used to watch over. Sexual desires and fantasies for her can’t become reality. The idea of having her the way I want is making me hard and I have to curse myself to look at her as the sixteen-year-old I fell in love with. “Okay.” She puts away her empty plate and I grab her bags from the foyer. Following me upstairs, I pick the room next to mine, even though I should pick the room down the hall. She needs to be far from me. Settling her inside, I place down her bags. “If you need anything, let me know.” Before I can turn away, she wraps her arms around my waist. Her forehead rests on my chest. She’s small compared to my six-foot-one height. Naturally, I hug her back. We stand like this for a while before she lets go and turns away to sit on the bed. “Thank you.” She looks around the room and turns to look at me again. “I like what you did with the room. Did you design it?” “Sweet dreams, Charlotte.” “Wait . . .” I stop dead in my tracks and turn around. I watch her get up and hug me again. “Can you stay with me like before? Until I fall asleep. I miss having you around.” Standing with her arms around me, I’m doing everything I can not to throw her on the bed and have my way with her. Gently stepping out of her arms, I eye her and tilt her chin up to look at me. “You’ve been gone. We can’t pick up where things left off.” I try my best to not let her know how I’m feeling. She just got back and I don’t want to scare her off. Not again. Not like before. “Things weren’t complicated back then.” “Nothing’s ever complicated. It’s complicated if you make it that way.” “It’s late, Charlotte.” I let her go and tell her where the bathroom is so she can get ready for bed. With a nod, I head out of the bedroom and go into mine. Closing the door, I head to bed and lie there with my eyes open, staring at the ceiling. Charlotte Maxey is back.



Chapter 4

Charlotte

He’s still holding onto the pain I left him with. Shaking my head, I sit back down on the bed and look at the closed door. This isn’t going to be easy like I thought. He leaves me alone in the bedroom and I’m not sure what to think. So many years have passed and I shouldn’t have expected him to welcome me back with open arms, let alone spend the night in the same room as me. I know we have a long road ahead and I’m willing to work hard to be his friend, and hopefully, we’ll find our way back and fall in love again. Only I never stopped loving him and I hope he never stopped loving me. Have you ever wanted someone so badly it consumes your every thought? This wild need takes over and all you can think about is that person. Your person. As days go by, you give up hope, until something breaks and you realize you’ve been living your life wrong for the past few years, and now this is your chance to make it right. Making things right with Troy is my goal. It’s what I’ve been thinking about. It’s what I want. The intense feelings I have for him are a part of me. He’s part of me. I can feel it deep in my heart and soul. It’s what I breathe in and out. It’s Troy. He’s my reason. He’s my person. When he looked at me, I was brought back to the sixteen-year-old girl who loves her brother’s best friend, and wants him to herself. I never told anyone how I felt and if Will ever found out, I don’t want to know what he’d do. They’ve been through so much together and have been best friends since they were babies. If I made a move, or even hinted I wanted Troy, it would hurt Will so badly and I couldn’t do that to my brother. I fell so hard and fast for him, I didn’t see it coming. One day he was picking on me and the next we were sitting in his car singing along to any song that came on the radio. He became my person and my best friend. Troy’s always been the guy every girl wants. Throughout high school I saw him date girls and wished every day it was me. No one saw me as Charlotte Maxey. No. To everyone, I was Will’s baby sister. If anyone touched me or looked at me, they would have to answer to Will, my older and protective brother. Needless to say, dating was next to impossible. I didn’t go to my junior prom because our parents passed away three months before and I didn’t want to hang out with my friends and shop for a dress. The night my parents died, we all had dinner together and talked about taking a family vacation to Italy before my senior year. It was a perfect night until I never saw them again. They went to meet friends, and never came home. When our parents died, my whole life changed, and I became dependent on Will and Troy. I didn’t want to lose anyone else and we always kept in contact with one another. My issues only grew, and Will didn’t know where else to turn to. I was withdrawn and scared of everything. With the help from Cora and Mike, Troy’s parents, they became my guardians and made decisions for me with Will’s knowledge. I got the help I needed and grew stronger. My attachment issues didn’t seem to be a problem and I was able to slowly move on. Will gave up his entire life for me. He didn’t want to lose me the way we lost our parents and vowed to always protect me. Troy came around more often to help out. He stopped everything he was doing and

practically lived with us. I never saw him date or talk about girls from the moment our lives changed. It was the three of us. Troy’s parents invited us to Sunday dinner and included us during the holidays. As much as I missed my parents, it felt nice to be part of a family again. The years passed and my love for Troy grew. It was as though the moon and stars aligned. Everything with Troy made sense, and I wanted so badly to feel his lips on mine and to feel the softness of his hands on my body. I wanted more, so much more, but my promise to make Will proud stopped us from getting to that point. Our parents’ death and his rejection to play pro soccer were still raw. Troy and I made a promise to each other that the day I graduated from U of M we’d come clean and ask for Will’s blessing. That day never came. Instead, life gave us a surprising turn and it wasn’t ever going to be the same. He let me go. He never contacted me. I meant nothing to him and he meant the world to me. When Shawn and I started getting closer I never saw Troy. He’d make up excuses and I couldn’t fight to get him to come around because Will kept pushing me towards Shawn. One day I gave up and hid my pain and I hid it well. You couldn’t break my broken heart anymore. I destroyed the chance of being with Troy. The jolt of pain hit me hard and it took a while for me to recover. I could never explain the power he had over me. The air was easier to breathe next to him. Everything around me made perfect sense. My world aligned perfectly with his and it was the most natural feeling when it came to Troy Harding. Every Saturday I’d visit my parents’ grave. I’d sit in front of their tombstones and talk about school, Troy, Will, and Shawn. The burning in my chest when I think about them has never gone away. How can you let go of the pain from losing your parents? I dream about them almost every night and wake up in a pool of sweat. During the day, and sometimes at night, I’ll remember the dreams, and tears will fill my eyes. I remember how much my mom loved to cook Sunday breakfast for us, and how my dad wrapped his arms around her and whispered how much he loved her. They were high school sweethearts, from freshmen year until the day they passed away. The love between my parents was so strong and so wonderful. It was a sight to see. When we were younger, Will and I would wake up in the middle of the night to music playing in the living room. We’d take each other’s hand and watch from the stairs while our parents danced to Endless Love by Diana Ross and Lionel Richie. Their love was so pure and perfect. They never argued and I always felt their love. I wanted their love, and I wanted it with Troy. But life has a funny way of changing your path in life. My phone vibrates on the nightstand and when I grab my phone, I immediately drop it on the bed. Inhaling a quivering breath, I close my eyes and count to ten. I repeat this a few more times before opening my eyes. My bottom lip shakes and my hands tremble. I look at my phone again and read his message. Shawn: Did you make it okay? Me: Yes, I did . . . How are you doing? Shawn: Good, I’m glad . . . Night, Charlotte. Me: Night, Shawn.

I don’t text him more and respect the fact that he needs time to be okay. I hope he hasn’t told Will about us. I want to be the one to tell him and explain what happened. Turning over on my side, I slide my hands under the pillow and close my eyes, thinking about tomorrow and what I’ll have to face.

The next morning, I wake up and head downstairs, hoping to find Troy so we can talk. Between last night and now, he needs to understand why I’m here and hopefully he can slowly let go of the past. I’m in love with Troy and have always been in love. When you find your soulmate, you do everything you can to get the one person who makes your world move and puts a smile on your face. The connection you have with that one person is so fierce it consumes you and pushes you to the edge of desire. Passing by the living room a framed picture catches my eye. I pick up the simple black framed picture and look at it. He has an arm around her waist and is smiling without showing his teeth. She’s beaming, and he looks okay. I put down the picture and walk around his living room. There are pictures of him and his parents, Cora and Michael, and pictures of him and Will. Turning to look at the other wall I notice a picture and I’m taken aback. Stepping closer I see it’s a picture of us from the day I graduated. He’s smiling, showing his teeth, and holding me with both arms. We’re hugging in the picture and I remember how much I loved him, and wished I had the balls to tell him. God, I was such an idiot back then. I should’ve stood up to Will and told him about Troy. I should’ve done so much more. “Morning.” The husky, deep voice brings me back to the present. Turning around to see Troy, an instant frown appears on my face when I see a girl standing next to him. “Did you sleep well?” He eyes me. “Good morning,” I answer. “I did sleep well. Thank you again for last night. I appreciate it.” He nods and I turn my attention to the woman standing next to him. “Hi, I’m Charlotte Maxey. Will’s sister, and Troy’s best friend.” I notice the smirk on his face. “Hi,” she flatly says, eyeing me. “I’m Andrea Ramos. His girlfriend.” Sweetly I smile and walk over to them. “So nice to meet you. Excuse me, please.” Walking into his kitchen, I hear her whisper and inside I’m throwing my arms in the air. I know I’m hot, and I’m confident. I’ll give her a few points. She’s absolutely gorgeous, fit, and is his girlfriend. Only I wonder how serious they are or how long they’ve been together. Turning around, I jump on the island, hanging my legs, and look in Andrea’s direction. “So, tell me more about yourself. I’m moving to Rochester and would love to get to know you. All I know is you’re a supermodel and dating Troy.” “Ah,” she starts to say and leans against the counter, facing me, with her hands cupped together. “Yeah, I’ve been modeling since I was ten years old. Grew up in New York City and came here to visit one weekend. Met Troy, we started dating, and I’m in-between Rochester and NYC.” “I love the city! I bet you have a penthouse and everything.” “Well, I live in a model house with other models, but usually, I’m in hotels paid for by the agency, or traveling. Troy and I were talking about moving to the city.” I hear Troy huff and not respond. Looking over my shoulder, I see him walking outside and taking a seat by the pool. “So you and Troy have been together for a while,” I ask, turning my attention back to Andrea. “About two years.” “That’s cute.” Hopping off the island, I open his fridge to find ingredients to make a breakfast smoothie. “Do you want me to make you a smoothie?” “No, it’s okay. I’ll ask Troy.” I watch her walk outside to talk to him. There’s tension and bad vibes coming from them. He’s not relaxed like he used to be. Last night when we talked, he wasn’t so moody, I guess. He’s always been a complex man and even now, I’m sure he’s guarded. I’ve always been able to

read him and years apart hasn’t changed that ability. He’s confused as to why I’m here and soon he’ll know. “You know what,” she marches inside with a pissed off look on her face. Troy’s right behind her and I have no idea if I should get popcorn ready to watch this fight or stand back and giggle on the inside. “Never fucking mind. I don’t get your attitude this morning. I’m leaving for six weeks,” she yells. This is too good. Thank goodness I’m up. This woman has no shame. I’m surprised Troy’s with someone like her. He hates complications and drama, yet she seems to be all about that. “Excuse me, Charlotte. Can you give us a moment please? As you can tell, we’re trying to have a conversation.” I hear the annoyance in her voice and turn around with a sad smile. “Oh sure,” I wave my hand. “I’ll be outside enjoying the sun. You two talk it out.” I smirk and skip outside. Walking outside, I rest on the chair. It’s so beautiful out today. The sun’s out and the skies are clear. Taking off my dress, I toss it to the side and lie down on the black chaise. I’ve never been ashamed of my body. I work hard to keep it tight. I eat right and work out every day. Stretching my arms over my head, I smile and think about last night. The memories between us are so strong. We have unfinished business and as soon as Andrea is gone we’re going to deal with it. No more skirting around the issues. I worked hard to make myself who I am today. The confidence, my brain, my body, and my personality all represent a strong woman. I am strong because I want to be. I didn’t change for Troy or any other man. Everything I did to get where I am is because of my own strength and courage. A woman should never change herself to get a man’s attention. She needs to work hard for herself, and sometimes getting his attention motivates, but it should never be the primary reason. A woman needs to know her worth before she can make someone happy. Love yourself first, then you can freely give love. My phone rings and I grab it to see who’s texting. Jessica: Hey babe. Make it okay? I didn’t hear from you last night.

I’m missing my best friend. I hate leaving her especially since she’s planning her wedding and I’m the Maid of Honor. When things settle down, I’ll go back for a weekend and help get things done. I can do a lot of planning and helping online and via Skype. It’ll work out. I’ll be there for my best friend and her special day. Me: Well, hello, my love. Yes, I’m here. At Troy’s house. Jessica: STFU. Did you talk to him yet? Me: He has a girlfriend. They’re talking or fighting right now. Jessica: You’ve been there less than 24 hours and you’re playing the homewrecker role. Me: No. I think they’ve had issues before me. Who knows. I’ll find out. I miss you! How’s my JimJim? Jessica: Good as usual. We just had sex! ;) My God, that man can work it and make me come! LOL! Me: STOP! My eyes! Jessica: Oh, whatever. Me: Shawn texted me last night. Jessica: Yeah I know . . . He was here when he texted you . . . Do you think you guys will be okay for the wedding? Jim said he doesn’t have to have Shawn be the best man. Me: NO! It’s YOUR day . . . Don’t make changes because of me. Everything will work out and it’ll be okay . .

. Shawn and I need space. Jessica: Totally get it . . . Just let me know if you need us to do anything. Me: I know, but it’ll be okay! So I made some appointments for you and Jim. Let me know how it goes! I can’t wait to go back and see you guys! Jessica: Thanks babe! I know we’re so excited. Thanks for helping me. You’re the bestest friend I have and I’m so honored you’re my MOH. <3 Me: I love you! We’ll talk soon. XO Jessica: XO

I put my phone away and settle back in the chair.

Chapter 5

Troy

“Do you want to do this now?” “Of course! You’re my fucking boyfriend. What’s going on with you?” She touches my arm and I pull away. “Troy?” Her caring voice is nauseating. I can’t wait to get her out of my house and my life. I back away from her and cross my arms. “I don’t believe in love and you knew that going into this. You told me you understood and felt the same way.” “Things change, Troy. I’m sorry I fell harder for you than intended.” She walks closer to me and places her hands on my chest. “Just let me in, please. Let me in and let’s work on our future.” “I know you want more. I can’t give you what you want, but I was damn sure going to try and keep you happy. Even though I don’t believe in love, I’m still honest and faithful to you.” “Okay,” she rubs her temple. “You lost me.” “When we first started dating you told me you understood and accepted what I wanted. I’ve noticed a pull, and I thought it was because we’ve been busy and you’re traveling more.” She doesn’t say anything. “I did my best. I gave you everything I could and made sure to keep you happy and satisfied.” “I know and I get it. I can get used to this life with you. I was upset earlier, but after some time away, I know this is something I want with you. We don’t have to get married or any of that. As long as I’m with you then that’s what I want.” “I got a phone call yesterday, Andrea. I fucking have chlamydia! I didn’t think this shit would happen. But when you piss and it fucking hurts, that tells you something. Do you know how it fucking feels to find that shit out? I have a damn STD and it’s because you couldn’t keep your legs closed.” She stands before me with wide eyes. “Got anything to say?” “Well, you didn’t get it from me!” “Bullshit! So my fucking piss burns for no damn reason? I have a fucking STD, you bitch!” I calm myself so I don’t kill her with my bare hands. “I never cheated on you, but since you couldn’t show me the same respect, then you can pack your shit and get out of my house.” “Baby, I’m sorry.” I raise my hand to make her stop talking. “Baby, please. I was lonely. We’ve been together for so long and you never wanted more. I need more. It wasn’t the sex. I mean, my God, you were great. But a woman needs more than sex.” “So you fucked someone else? Is that it?” I roll my eyes. “I hope whoever he is will put up with your shit.” “It was a one-time thing,” she quietly says. “So wait,” I laugh. “You fucked someone else, who gave you an STD, because you were lonely and wanted more, but I fucked you like a God. Do you see my confusion, Andrea?” “It’s more than that, Troy. You don’t get it. He paid attention to me and made me feel good.” “Right,” I laugh again and shake my head. “Baby, admit it, you fucked up and got caught. You know I was the best.”

“I know and I’m sorry I cheated. We can work this out. I promise you no more games. I’ll do whatever you want.” “Get out before I throw your skank ass out my door and burn your shit.” Tears well in her eyes and my heart grows colder. “Where am I going to go?” It hits me then. I’m her sugar daddy. When she travels, she’s in hotels paid for by the agency, and it never occurred to me she didn’t have her own place. I’ve been supporting her since the day we met. Well, fuck that shit. “Go to your boyfriend. I’m sure he’d love to be with you.” She doesn’t say anything and runs upstairs. I don’t care what she does as long as she’s out of my house and life. I’m waiting to go in for treatment and get the medicine so I can get this shit taken care of. I can’t have sex until it clears, so guess who’ll be a major asshole. I look at my hand and smirk. Looks like we’ll be best friends again, buddy. I look outside and find her lying down. Not caring about Andrea, I walk outside and nearly fall to the ground. She’s in her bra and panties. Her lacey white bra and white boy shorts make her look innocent. I want to sink myself inside her and hear her moan my name. I want to bring her to oblivion and then back down so we can do it again. Her eyes are closed and she’s sunbathing. Fuck, her body is out of this world. So toned, curvy, and begging for my lips. Last night, thoughts of Charlotte kept me up. I want to know more about why she broke up with Shawn and why she thought coming to me would matter. Having her close to me isn’t what I need or want. We can’t have the relationship we had before. Today she’s leaving my house to stay with her brother. I can’t have her living with me for another night. “Hey,” I finally say, and take a seat next to her. “Ready to talk yet?” “I’m hangry,” she whines. “Are you two done yet?” I laugh. “Oh yeah, we’re done.” Charlotte opens her eyes and looks at me. “What does that mean?” “It means,” I start to say, “I don’t like cheaters or liars, so I broke up with her.” “Ah, gotcha. I’m surprised you went for a woman like her. Doesn’t seem like your type.” This intrigues me. I lean in closer and whisper in her hair. “And what would my type be, Charlotte?” I see her body tense, and smirk. Oh . . . this is going to be fun. Pulling back, I watch her and sense she has a lot on her mind. The girl from Michigan is different. I tilt my head and look more at her. Charlotte’s still there, but now she’s in a new body and damn, that body is something I’d like to know. She’s feisty and no longer the shy girl from before. I’m not sure if this is a rouse or what, but whatever it is, I like it. Women with confidence, who also wear it proudly, are the sexiest women on this earth. When a woman knows her worth, and knows what she wants, then to me, she’s what I want. I hate insecure women who depend on compliments. If you don’t know your worth, then figure it out. Having a banging body won’t get you far in life. “You’ve changed.” “So have you,” she turns her head to look at me. “But you’re still my Troy.”

My Troy. “Not anymore, Charlotte.” Not wanting to continue the conversation, I excuse myself and head inside. Andrea’s at the front door with her bags. “So I guess this is it.” I nod. “Are you going to say anything?” She sniffs and I notice her red eyes. “There’s nothing left to say. You cheated on me after everything I’ve given you.” “Not your heart,” she sadly says. “All I wanted was your heart, Troy.” I look away from her and set my focus on Charlotte. “Goodbye, Andrea.” “Bye.” She turns away to leave and I watch my front door shut. Going back to the kitchen I make us our protein shakes and head back outside. Handing her shake to her, she sits up and smiles at me. I should take the time to talk to her and figure out her story. I should. Only I won’t. Getting close to her means opening myself up to her again. That won’t happen. She can’t stay here as long as she wants. The sooner she’s out of my house, the sooner I can get back to my normal life, without Charlotte. “So good,” she moans, and my cock says good morning. “So are you going to tell me what’s going on with you?” “Not until you tell me why you’re here, and why you won’t tell your brother.” She turns her head and stares at me. “I need time, and before everything fell apart you were the one I ran to whenever I needed someone.” “I don’t know what you want me to say. It’s been four years.” “I know,” she turns her body to face me and places her hands on my knees. Fuck, I miss her touch. “Listen to me, okay?” I look down, unable to focus on her. “I made a mistake. I miss you guys, and I especially miss you and the love we shared.” “I can’t do this, Charlotte.” “I get it. Can we try to be friends?” “We can try.” “Better than you saying no,” she laughs and I can’t stop the smile forming on my face just from the sound. “So I really want to know what’s been going on with you and how you ended up with Andrea.” “She didn’t break any promises,” I lie and see her wince. I keep an emotionless look on my face and wait for her to respond. Instead of a feisty response or a punch in the arm, she turns back around and puts on her sunglasses. Heading to my office, I log on and get some work done. The space away from Charlotte is what I need.

Chapter 6

Charlotte

Watching him leave, I sit back and cannot wrap my head around how rude he’s being. I understand the pain he’s feeling. I’m feeling broken without him too. He’s acting as if he’s the only one who was hurt. Thinking back to a time when we almost got caught sticks with me. “I wanna kiss you,” I smile and straddle his lap, feeling his erection against my pussy. “Show me how you like to be kissed. Show me how you like to be pleasured.” He moans, throwing his head back and closing his eyes. I feel his hands gripping my waist and I know I’m getting to him. “I want that so bad, but sweetheart, your brother’s in the next room and he’s already told me to stay away from you.” “It’s not fair,” I rest my forehead against his and feel his heart beating against my chest. I love this closeness I have with him. Right now it feels like we’re the only ones here and no one else can touch us. “He should know how good you are for me and that you’ll protect me.” “He loves you, Charlotte, and only wants the best. I don’t have the best past with girls and he thinks I’ll treat you the same.” “But you won’t. I know it.” “I know.” Not liking the quietness, I march into Troy’s office to get the answers I need to understand where his head’s at. “Don’t act like you’re the . . . ohmyGod!” I stand frozen in the middle of his office and stare at his beautiful cock. He’s so hard and I see his hand at the base. Our eyes are locked on one another and neither of us says anything. Licking my lips, I imagine walking around his desk and getting on my knees. What I would give to feel his cock in my mouth, and hearing him moan my name. I wonder if he’d talk dirty to me and fully take control. I’d submit to him without fighting and do anything he asks of me. He doesn’t make a move to cover himself up and I don’t move from where I’m standing. Seriously . . . how can he be that big? Everything is big! Usually I think cocks are really ugly because of the veins, and some are kind of wrinkly, but Troy’s is the image of perfection. If there was a cock pageant, he would win hands down. “So . . . ah, I’m sorry for bursting in,” I stammer. “I can see you’re busy, so I’ll leave.” Forcing a laugh so it’s not too uncomfortable, I rush out of the office and jump right into the pool hoping to drown and die so I’ll never have to face him again. When I come to the surface, I look up to find deep, golden brown eyes staring at me. The mysterious way he’s looking at me makes my body sing with desire. “Hey,” I finally say. “Having fun swimming?” “I am.” When he stands up and takes off his shirt, my eyes roam his sexy body and sexy as hell tattoo on his chest and down both arms. I can’t believe I never noticed his ink before. The six-pack and glorious v he’s

sporting are delicious and I love how his brown hair looks touchable. Troy gets in the pool and relaxes against the pool wall. His arms are spread out and he’s staring at me, not saying anything. I swim around a little before standing in front of him in the pool. “I’m sorry about not knocking and just barging in.” He shrugs and closes his eyes leaning his head back and enjoying the sun. “I mean . . . you know it’s not weird for me.” “Not weird.” “Do you masturbate a lot?” This causes him to laugh and he shakes his head. “Sometimes. Why, do you?” I swim a little closer to him and see his body straighten. Am I making Troy Harding nervous? “I do. A lot,” I slowly say. “It’s healthy and I have a healthy appetite for ensuring my cravings are met.” “I see,” he smirks and shakes his head. “Poor sex life?” “I guess you can say that. With Shawn, it wasn’t like before. We were more like friends than dating. Our sex life was nonexistent and when he brought up a future with me, I panicked. I didn’t know what I wanted, got scared, and left.” “How could your sex life be nonexistent?” “Is that all you got from my story?” “You said sex. That’s an important word. When a man hears the word sex, everything else goes out the window.” I roll my eyes. “Shawn got busy and sex wasn’t as important to him. He didn’t need it, and I thought he was cheating on me.” “What man says sex isn’t important? Hell, if I don’t have sex on a regular basis I get sexgry.” “Sexgry?” He laughs. “Like hangry. Sexgry.” He wrinkles his nose and kinks his brow. “You know, that word is awesome.” “Whatever.” I don’t agree with him. “So yeah. I loved him, but I wasn’t in love with him.” I can’t tell him the truth. Not yet. We need to build our friendship first and make that foundation solid. “Oh, okay. I mean, I guess that makes sense.” He pauses for a moment as if he’s tossing around a conflict in his head. His body is tense and he has an unreadable expression. “I have a lot going on with work. You can’t stay here. Will has a house too, so staying with him is better.” “Now? You’re kicking me out?” “No,” he says. Turning around he pushes himself up from the pool and I follow him. He faces me again and I’m waiting to hear his explanation. “You can stay here a little longer, but you need to go to Will’s today.” “Wait, why?” I stammer, not understanding his quick change. “Are you mad at me? Did I do something wrong?” He kinks his brow. The way he’s looking at me is making it hard to breathe. I love how his eyes see me, and the feelings are erupting inside. No matter how much time has passed, he’s still the one who makes me weak and the one I want. All the memories we shared, even though years have passed, nothing will take away how I felt, and how I still feel to this day, at this very moment. I want to feel his lips against mine and forget the entire world.

“Talk to me, please. I’d like to be friends again and I know we can never have what we had before. When you look at me I feel like you don’t see me. I feel like you see past me and I don’t matter.” “You were always more. You are always more.” Instead of responding, I smile and he smiles back. Hearing him tell me I’m more means so much to me. It’s a start and I’d rather take that than hearing his hate for me. “I don’t want you to hate me . . .” Troy immediately stops me. “I don’t hate you. Even if I tried, I can never and will never hate you.” My heart feels like it’s going to beat out of my chest. Hearing this from him is making me experience his words and feelings. Needing to feel his arms around me again, I stand up close to him. He smells so good, like mint and fancy cologne. Not the type of cologne you can spray on like deodorant. This smell is very GQ-posh, alpha, and sexy. All man. The heat between our bodies radiates and I feel weak in my knees. I want to collapse in his arms, look him in his beautiful brown eyes, and hear him say he doesn’t hate me again. Troy stares deeply into my eyes and it’s not the angry glare from before. It’s mysterious and full of wonder. He leans in closer to me and I take a deep breath, hoping he’s going to do what I want him to do. Fluttering my eyes closed, I feel his hands on me and soon. . . . I’m thrown backwards in the pool. “Troy,” I scream, spitting out water, and wiping my face. “Game on, asstwat! Game freaking on!”

Chapter 7

Troy

“You will be relieved to know I haven’t texted Will.” “And why will that make me feel relieved?” “Because,” she sits down on the couch next to me and tucks her legs under her ass. “This gives us a chance to really talk.” I wipe my hand down my face. I don’t think I can stand another talk. I’m not ready to bring up the feelings I’ve buried. I need to plan what I want to say to her and not allow her to touch me or make me forget the broken promise and the lost years. Coming home from the doctor’s office, I expected her to be gone. When I walked inside she was dancing in my living room. I stood quietly and watched her shake her ass and sing along to Confident by Demi Lovato. It was quite a show and I had to laugh when she let the music take over her body. She belted each word beautifully and performed as if there was an audience. When she saw me watching, she winked and kept singing and dancing. Unable to stop myself from touching her hair, I twirl a strand between my fingers I lean in closer to her. “You’re right, I should be relieved you’re still here. As much as it’s fucking with my head to have you here, I admit I’m relieved.” Leaning in closer, feeling her breath near my lips, I whisper, “I’m not the same man, sweet Charlotte. I’m cold and dark. Keep your distance from me. Having you here in my home is driving me crazy. Last night, thinking about you in the next room made me hard and, God, I wanted you so bad.” “We can have that,” she whispers and cups my face with her soft hands. “We can start over. I’m back, Troy. I’m back and I’m not leaving you.” “Stop. I can’t,” I grit out and quickly get up to head upstairs. When I’m safe in my room I look outside my window and hang my head. I can’t deny how happy I am to have her here. And I can’t deny the hurt and regret I feel. I’m not mad at her for making the choice she did. I get it. She’ll do anything and everything for her brother. They only have each other left and they depend on one another. Maybe that’s why it was easy for me to let her go. Part of me doesn’t want to stand in the way between her and Will, and the other part doesn’t give a shit. Fuck. Being close to her and almost feeling her lips on mine makes my chest tight. If I have one taste of her, I know I’ll be fucked. It’s still early and I’m not going to be holed up in my room the whole night. Taking out my phone, I text Carter and tell him to meet me at MacGregor’s for beer and pool. “Troy,” Will calls out from the pool table in the corner of the bar. He gives me a manly one-arm hug and I shake hands with Sal and Carter, two of our other friends. I look at Carter and he gives me a questioning look. Fuck. I’m out with Will while his sister’s relaxing at my house and I don’t have the balls to tell him, because for one, I need my balls. Heading my way over to Carter, I look at Will and see him taking shots with Sal. “Charlotte’s at my house,” I mutter.

We met Carter and Sal at a fitness convention after a few months of living in Rochester. The two brothers helped us get clients from their gym set up with meal plans, and we’ve been working together ever since. I trust Carter more than Sal. One drunken night I told him all about Charlotte and how much I missed her. His wife, Jane, told me to chase her and do anything to get her back. I couldn’t. I didn’t have the strength to get hurt again. “Oh, shit,” he says. “Here? In Rochester? At your house?” I nod. “You need a shot, my man.” “That I do.” Carter hands me a shot and I take it. “I’m fucked, man.” “Yeah,” he slaps my shoulder. “Yeah, dude, you really are. On another note, Avery’s getting cuter and misses her Godfather.” He shows me a picture of my princess and I smile. Even though I don’t want kids and can’t image being called Dad, Avery is the closest to a daughter I’ll have. “How’s Jane?” “Good,” he smiles. “You know she asked about you the other day. Do you think you can give us a good deal with your workouts? She’s feeling depressed and can’t get rid of the last ten pounds. I tell her she’s beautiful the way she is, but she doesn’t listen to me.” “No problem. Have her email me.” I don’t tell Carter I’ll do it for free. He doesn’t like anything given to him so I’ll make a deal with Jane. She’ll make me her famous chili once a week and I’ll help her out. To me, that’s a fair deal. “Ladies, if you’re done chatting, we have a game to play,” Will calls out. “So listen here,” Sal tells us. “I had this fine-ass honey last night. My damn, she did things to me I didn’t even know we could do. Three rounds my friends.” Sal puts up three fingers with a smirk on his face. “And she’s coming over tonight with another fine-ass honey. I’m in heaven.” He kisses his fingers and raises his hand in the air. “I’ve been taking this herb that’ll help me last all night.” “A pill?” Will laughs. “No,” Sal counters. “Not a pill, it’s a powder, you fucker. You mix it with hot tea and it’s supposed to help your endurance.” Carter’s settled and has a great family, while Sal is Rochester’s biggest manwhore, and I make a mental note to keep Charlotte out of his hands. He has no shame and will sleep with anyone with a pussy. I nod and order a few rounds of shots. I’m going to need vodka to get through tonight. “How’s everything with Andrea,” Will asks. “Broke up with her this morning.” “Damn, so she’s free,” Sal shouts, raising his arms in the air, sporting the biggest grin on his face. “I know we’re best friends, but man . . . please let me tap that.” “If you want chlamydia, be my guest.” “What?” The guys start shouting out questions and I explain what happened and hear them groaning and holding their balls. “Damn, that’s a shame,” Sal shakes his head. “Fucking whore,” Will states. “You guys were always together. When the hell did she have time to cheat on you?” “I didn’t go with her to the city during her last few shoots,” I shrug. “It doesn’t matter. I don’t give a shit and I’ve moved on. No point wondering about it.”

“Good man,” Carter tells me. “Plus you have other things to worry about.” I quickly turn my face to his and have to calm myself down before I knock him out. “What things,” Will asks. “Nothing. Carter doesn’t know what he’s talking about.” “Oh. Okay. Whatever. Let’s drink and play.” After a few hours at the bar, I head out and get in my car needing to get home. When I walk in, I lock the door and head upstairs to my room. The smell of Charlotte hits my nose and I instantly think of her and immediately force her out. She’s not mine and will never be mine.

Chapter 8

Charlotte

The next morning, Troy and I have breakfast outside as he fills me in more about his business. I love listening to him talk and see his light shine when he talks about his clients. “I’m so proud of you, Troy.” Reaching out to touch his hand I see a brief smile on his face and then he retreats to the Troy I don’t like. “Call Will.” “I need a job as soon as possible,” I blurt out. “I’m avoiding Will because he gave up his life for me and made sure I got a good education and landed a good job,” I lower my voice. “Telling him I left Michigan, and my job, won’t make him happy. Sure, I left with good reasons, but he won’t see it that way. I can’t disappoint him.” “I may be able to help you out with that,” Troy says and guides me inside his house. “My friend is looking for a spa manager and you majored in business with communications, right?” I nod, surprised he still remembered my major. “I’ll call him now and get you in to see him.” “I know I can handle the spa world. It shouldn’t be too hard. I was a manager back in Michigan and I’m a faster learner too.” “Will told me about your job so this should be a simple move for you.” “You kept up with what was going on with me?” I see him shrug and he doesn’t answer. “I think you’re going to rock the shit out of this position and he’s going to love having you.” “Okay,” I blush. “Thank you.” Our faces are so close together. I want to feel his lips on mine. Not wanting to think, I lean in and kiss the corner of his mouth. Better than nothing. “Thank you again.” Slipping out of his embrace, I head upstairs and decide to take a nap, and well, relieve myself. When I wake up from my nap it’s almost three in the afternoon. Slipping out of bed I make sure everything is packed in my suitcase and look around the bedroom. Part of me wants to beg Troy to let me stay with him. Part of me wants to show him how great we’d be together and I can help him around the house. If I live with him, it’ll give us a better chance to reconcile our differences and move on from the past. I hate knowing Troy doesn’t want me in his house. It doesn’t make sense. When we were younger he’d do anything for me. Now, it’s a complete twist. A knock on the bedroom door grabs my attention. Troy walks in and hot damn. He’s wearing faded fitted jeans and a blue polo. The outfit suits him and hugs every delectable muscle. How can a simple outfit be this sexy? As I study him with my eyes, I realize how much he’s changed. Before, he was sweet, tender, and never made me feel little. Now, it’s a different story. His body changed since I last saw him. His bulging muscles aren’t overly big, but enough that I want to lick his arms and fall asleep on him. I wonder how easily he’d be able to pick me up and fuck me against the wall. Shit. I can’t think this! The man just broke up with his girlfriend and I just broke up with Shawn. I need to give this time. I need to make sure Will won’t kill me for leaving Michigan and focus on work. I will not be a rebound. If he wants me, he’ll have to tell me. Even though I want him, that doesn’t mean I’ll

go for it. Part of me is scared he’ll reject me. From looking at him, I see the intensity in his body and eyes. The way he’s looking at me with lust and desire, that doubt quickly goes away. I want to peel back his layers, and get to the center of who Troy Harding is and what he loves most. I used to know him, but things change. People change. “Jason’s at the spa now. He said it’s cool if we stop in so you can meet him and fill out paperwork. We can get lunch after your meeting, and you need to see Will. I can’t let you hide from him.” “Yes, sir.” His eyes darken, and shit, the ache and wetness come back in full force. He’s intimidating and controlling. I think I like this about him. “Come, Charlotte.” Oh, how I want to. We get in his sleek silver BMW and head to Pittsford. The road we’re on is so busy right now and the traffic is ridiculous. “I’m loving this weather!” I smile as the window rolls down. Turning off the AC, he looks at me and follows what I’m doing. “Aren’t you scared the wind will mess up your hair?” “It won’t be hard to fix my hair before we go into the spa. I love driving with the windows down,” I laugh and shake my head. “Wait, was Andrea a little high maintenance?” He groans. “She’s the definition.” I burst out laughing. Tears are coming down from my eyes. “Well . . . even though I can be girly, I still like the wind blowing through my hair.” He doesn’t respond and focuses on driving. I look around and notice there are restaurants all over and quite a few businesses. “What’s that?” I point at a plaza. “Pittsford plaza. There’s a grocery store with a lot of other businesses.” Troy explains some of the places in the plaza and how big Wegmans is here in Rochester. “You’ll like Trader Joe’s too. All natural foods. On Sundays I shop at both places.” “Oh, wow. Can’t wait.” Troy makes a left hand turn into another plaza and I notice the sign of the spa. “We’re here. You ready?” Checking my hair in the mirror, I fluff it a little so I don’t look like a hot mess. “How do I look?” “Good,” he clears his throat. “Ready?” I nod and we walk out of the car and into the spa. Walking in, two girls at the front desk stand up with smiles. The soft, classical music is soothing and I love the environment. “Hi, how can I help you?” I look at her nametag. “Hi, Megan. I’m here to see Jason. My name’s Charlotte.” “Oh! It’s so good to meet you. He told us about you.” I watch her look at me and discreetly look at Troy. Both girls are blushing and I have to roll my eyes. The door swings open and in walks a sexy guy with shoulder-length hair with broad shoulders, a little scruff on his face, and really nice brown eyes I’ve ever seen. His towering six-foot frame comes

towards us and I have to swallow my tongue. Sweet lord, this is my boss. “Hey, man,” he says to Troy and they shake hands. Turing his head to me, he gives me his pantydropping smile. “Hey, I’m Jason.” “Charlotte. Nice to meet you.” “You too. Why don’t you guys come to the office and I’ll get you all set.” We follow him into the office and Troy closes the door. I look around and see various awards. The spa was named in the ‘top one hundred best places to work’ and has reached one million dollars in sales back in 2013. “Troy filled me in with your background and history. I trust him and as long as you’re okay with the position, we’ll talk more about the responsibilities and get the paperwork done.” “No questions on my end right now. I’m sure I’ll have a few after you’re done explaining the position.” “Well, just let me know. I have to go over this shit with you for HR. But I’m one of the owners. The other three you won’t see as much, so you’re going to mostly be working with me, unless we have our weekly meetings.” “Sounds good.” “As a manager I’ll need you to work every day and you’ll have Sunday off. Since you are salary, if you need to flex your time, that’s fine. The days I really need you here are Monday and Friday for meetings.” I nod my head and wait for him to explain more about the position. “The spa needs to stay at or around twenty-five percent with closing sales and retail. We exclusively sell certain products and you’ll learn all of this as you work. I can start you at forty-five thousand a year. Does that sound good?” “Yes, it does.” I try to keep professional. Jason hands me the paperwork and I quickly fill it out and listen to their conversation about sports. Snore. Finishing the paperwork Jason goes over some of the responsibilities and tells me more about the spa. I like what I’m hearing and everything sounds good. It’s a membership-based spa, which I have never heard of, but it makes sense. Some massages cost well over two hundred dollars. With a membership, it’s only sixty dollars and the member gets a sixty-minute customized massage. And as a manager I get discounted massages. Score. I’m going to need one as soon as possible. “Everything sounds really good, Jason. Thank you so much for this chance.” “You’re welcome. I’m excited to have you. This team’s great, and the ladies will help you out.” “Sounds awesome! I can’t wait.” “Okay good. Get the training done at home and I’ll see you Monday morning.” “Sounds good,” I smile and shake Jason’s hand. “Thanks again!” Troy’s hand rests on the small part of my lower back above my ass as he leads me out of the office. I wave to the girls and see the frowns on their face when they see his hand on me. I know ladies, he’s hot and he’s mine. I love his hand on me. It’s a simple touch that sends tingles down my body and I feel light. He guides me outside to his car and opens the door for me. Settling in and putting on my seatbelt, Troy gets in and starts the car.

“Time to see your brother.” Internally I groan and swallow the lump in my throat. This is going to suck major balls. Pulling into his house, my jaw drops. It’s a massive two-story colonial with several acres of land and three large white columns in the front of the house. It’s semi private where my big brother lives. He likes his privacy and the ability to be alone to think. Looking around I let out a sigh because after everything we’ve been through, he’s become such a great man. When Troy parks the car, I see the front door open and standing on the porch is my handsome brother. Rushing out of the car, I run up the driveway and jump in his arms. Hugging him tightly, I rest my face against his chest. I fight back the tears and the overwhelming guilt for not spending more time with him. “What the hell,” he says and puts me down. “How? What? You’re here,” he stammers. “Yeah, I’m here. Hope it’s okay.” “Of course it is. But, what’s going on?” Before I can answer, Troy places his hand on the small of my back and my body shivers from his touch. “Come inside.” He tilts his head to the side indicating for us to follow him. The inside of the house is unbelievably gorgeous. The white porcelain tiles cover the foyer, and the winding stairs are partially covered with a rug. We follow him to the kitchen and everything looks brand new with hardwood floors, and hardwood cabinets. “Wow, Will, this is beautiful,” I exclaim and look around seeing the island in the middle of the kitchen with bar stools surrounding the outside. I walk to the sliding glass door and look outside to see an in-ground pool and the land surrounding his property. Everything is wide and open. There’s a barn-style building towards the wooded area. “What do you have over there?” “My gym,” he smirks and grabs water bottles from the fridge and passes them along to both of us. “I have my clients meet me here to work out and I give them their plans for the week.” “Ah, gotcha.” I look around his massive kitchen and walk around, hearing the whispering and ignoring what they’re talking about. My mind is spinning. I need to figure out what to tell Will or else I’ll fall apart and I don’t want him to see me when I do. Walking into his living room I see pictures of our family lined across the wall. I miss my parents every day and hope they’re in heaven watching down on us. I think they are. Look how far we’ve come without them, but technically they’ve been with us since leaving this earth. I feel them whenever I’m sad, happy, or mad. “Hey.” I turn around and see Will. He nods for me to sit down and joins me. “Are you ready to talk to me?” I nod. “So I’m here for good.” “Wait, why? You had a great job in Michigan and I thought things were going well. Shawn told me he was proposing. Charlotte, what’s going on?” His tone is soft and caring. I can see it on his face that he’s truly listening and won’t be upset. I have to be semi-honest with him. “I said no. Shawn’s a great guy,” I quickly add. “I don’t love him the way he loves me. It wouldn’t be fair to marry him and not really be in love. I mean, I could have stayed with my friends Jessica and Jim, but they’re getting married soon and I didn’t want to be the third wheel in their love-fest. I miss you and

Troy. Both of you are the only family I have.” I explain looking at him and then at Troy. “This is where I need to be. This is where I want to be.” “Charlotte, why didn’t you tell me any of this?” He pulls me into his arms and rests his chin on top of my head. “I didn’t know you were going through this. Fuck, sis. I mean, whenever we talked you sounded okay and Shawn said you guys were doing really well. Don’t get me wrong, I’m so happy you’re here and you can stay for as long as you want.” “I didn’t tell you because I was scared you’d be disappointed. You kept pushing Shawn and me to be together and I didn’t want to upset you.” “Your happiness is what matters to me,” he explains. “Don’t keep things from me. Tell me, I’ll listen, and we’ll work it through.” “Thank you,” I sigh and fill him in about the job at Exhale Spa. “You did the right thing coming back home. I’m proud of you.”

Chapter 9

Troy

Three days pass since dropping Charlotte off at Will’s. I’m keeping busy with work and training new clients in the gym I have in my basement. With new clients, and meetings, I don’t have too much time to think about her. I wake up, have breakfast, workout, work on the laptop, face-to-face meetings with clients, then wrap it up and call it a night. Luckily this morning I have some time to myself to relax a little bit. An old friend called late last night and wanted to crash in one of my guest rooms. We stayed up for a little bit drinking wine and talking. She knows about Charlotte and told me to let go of my regret and walls. I laughed it off, but it’s still on my mind. Talia and I met a few years ago. We never dated, and not for my lack of trying if you get what I’m saying. She comes and goes from Rochester to California and needs to crash at my place from time to time. I walk downstairs and head to the kitchen when I hear voices. “So how do you know Troy?” Ah, Charlotte. My little nosy princess. I stay out of the kitchen so I can hear their conversation. Standing with my arms crossed, I feel bad for listening, but then again I don’t. Let’s be honest, I’m interested to hear what Charlotte has to say and why she’s curious. “We go way back. Great guy, he is.” “Do you know if he’s getting up soon? I didn’t think he had a date last night.” “Date?” I hear Talia laugh. I should go in there and save Charlotte. I should. I don’t, though. “Didn’t you just come out of Troy’s room?” “Who? Troy? Me? Girl, I’m . . .” “Why, good morning, ladies.” I walk in and kiss Talia on the cheek and give Charlotte a look. “Talia, need anything before you leave?” “No, doll. I’m okay. Thanks again for last night. I’ll see you around.” She gives me a hug and kiss before waving to Charlotte and heading out. When Talia leaves, Charlotte’s eyes lock with mine. I’m fighting every urge to push her up against the wall and have my way with her. She’s looking at me, questioning me, trying to peel apart my layers. I fucking love it. Standing against the counter I watch her watch me. Charlotte thinks we can pick up from four years ago. What she has to understand is that I’m fighting everything inside me to make sure we don’t. I’m a different person. I’m a man; a cold man, with no desire to have a happily ever after with her. Love doesn’t exist. Not even with Charlotte. Closing the distance between us, I see her chest rise and fall and the pink in her cheeks deepen. “What are you doing here so early?” “Wanted to make you breakfast and see how you’re doing,” she smiles and stares at me with her gorgeous eyes. Fuck me. Being this close to her isn’t a good idea. She needs to stay away from me. “You’ve been so busy with work and I wanted to make sure you’re okay.” “Oh, sweet girl, I’m fine. Did you have fun harassing Talia?” Her face goes pale, but she doesn’t

stand down. Bad move, sweet girl. “To answer your question, no she didn’t come out of my bedroom. If you must know, Talia and I are friends.” “Oh,” she utters. We hold our intense stare for a few moments. She looks at me again and reaches to touch my face. I don’t move. Fuck, her hand is so small and soft. I love how she feels. “What do you want for breakfast?” “Eggs with turkey bacon is fine. I’ll cut some oranges for us.” I’m struggling to maintain the asshole persona. As much as I need to stay away and keep her from me, I’m glad she’s fighting and pushing down my walls. Maybe Talia’s right. As soon as I let go of my regrets and my walls I can accept Charlotte and start over with her. “Okay,” she smiles and turns to get what she needs out from my fridge. I watch her move around in my kitchen and I like it. No one has treated me like this in a long time. Fuck. We finish breakfast and I have a little more energy. Not wanting to spend the day at home working, I decide a hike would be a good idea. “Feel like going to Bay Trail?” “What’s Bay Trail?” “Don’t ask questions,” I smile at her. “Just come on. We’ll get to spend time together and talk.” “I’d like that. I have my workout gear in the car. Can I change?” I nod and watch her get up from the table. There’s a little lift to her and I know it’s because we’re going to spend time together. I like it. Even though I have no right to like this feeling. We get in my jeep and as soon as I get on the road, Charlotte reaches over and turns up the radio, singing along to the songs and moving her hands in the air like she’s in a club. The sun hits her just right, softening her blonde hair and making her soft skin glow. She’s so beautiful and I love the fact that she doesn’t have a care in the world. When she doesn’t know the words to the song she mumbles until she knows the words again. It’s the cutest fucking thing in the world. I love hearing her voice. Fuck me, it’s turning me on. Why the fuck is her voice turning me on? I don’t talk throughout the drive and that’s okay. I’d listen to her sing any day of the week. “We’re here,” I tell her and see her eyes get wide, looking at the trees and natural surroundings. Back in Michigan we’d hit up the trails on the weekend and spend hours outside. “Come on, let’s go!” “Let’s play a game,” she tells me as we walk the trail in a steady pace. “Okay,” I agree with her. “What game?” She stops and gets in front of me. We’re face-t0-face and her smile is wide from ear to ear. I cock my brow and wait for her to explain this game of hers. “The question game.” I shake my head. “We aren’t in high school anymore, Charlotte. Let’s walk and you can tell me about how the job’s coming along.” “Nope,” she pops the p. “The question game, Troy.”

“Fine. What’s your first question?” I grumble. “Why do you act like there’s always something up your ass? You’re not fun anymore and sometimes it’s weird being around you.” My hands clench into fists and I close my eyes, being sure to keep my hands from wringing her neck. With a few deep, calming breaths I answer her. “It’s who I am. I’m a man who wants control and I don’t know how to live any other way.” “But . . .” “My turn,” I tell her. “What’s the shortest time it has taken you to orgasm?” “On my own? Within minutes,” she tells me. “No. With a man. Like Shawn.” “Oh. Well, at first it was great, and then I found myself faking it. I don’t know. The spark wasn’t there and honestly, it kind of sucked.” Looking at her, with her killer smile and beautiful eyes, she’s making me forget my pain. Hearing her response sends my cock at attention. Fuck. “The women I’ve been with have never complained and I give at least three orgasms,” I wink and she blushes again. After our walk, Charlotte heads home and Carter comes over with a twelve-pack of Stella Artois beer and steaks. “You look like shit,” he informs me. “Thanks sweetheart,” I sarcastically respond. Wiping my face, I groan and drink my beer. “You know she’s fucking with my head.” “How so?” “She knows exactly what to say to get my attention and fuck, she’s beautiful.” I pull up a picture I took of both of us after our hike and show Carter. He whistles and nods his head. “She’s gorgeous. My friend, I feel bad for you. What’s stopping you?” “Everything. How do I know she’ll stay? She broke our promise and spent years with Shawn. She won’t stand up to Will.” “So why don’t you?” “I respect him, man. When, and, if we get together, I want to sit down with him, man-to-man, and come clean. He deserves it.” “I get it. Charlotte’s his life so maybe you should keep it on a friendly level and then see where it goes.” I nod and put the steaks on plates for us. Sitting down, Carter looks at me and I know he’ll say something that’ll piss me off, but it’ll be right. “What?” “I don’t . . . just be careful okay? We’ve all been friends for a while and you and Will go way back. I get that you love her and you’ve been in love with her. Just think about what you’re going to do before you do it. Think with your head and not your dick, man.”

I clench my fists and close my eyes. He’s right. As much as I hate to admit it sometimes, the things we want most in life come with patience.

Chapter 10

Charlotte

I’m grateful when I get home from work and finally park my car in the driveway. It’s been a long day and all I want is to relax by the pool with a drink in my hand and country music playing in the background. I like being at the spa. The girls are fun, the clients are great, and the atmosphere is peaceful. Minus a few customer service issues, it’s not a bad job and the pay is pretty good, but after today, all I want to do is destress. Will and I are spending more time together. Before or after work, depending on my schedule, we’ll have breakfast, lunch, or dinner together, and maybe get in a decent workout. I’m pushing my body and toning to maintain my curves and shape. I’m happy with how I look, but it’s always good to maintain a healthy lifestyle. My smile fades when I walk inside and I mentally kiss my relaxation idea goodbye when I see Troy and Will standing in the kitchen drinking beer and watching whatever game is on TV. Why does he have to be here? Since our hike a few days ago things are okay between us again. This whole work in progress to be friends again, and hopefully together like we should be, is getting annoying. I glare at Troy as I put down my bag. He gives me a smirk and holds my gaze. Of course Will is oblivious, and when he gets a phone call and steps outside, Troy corners me in the kitchen, not saying a word, but saying so much with how he’s looking at me. The way his eyes rake over my face and settle on my lips. The hunger in his eyes, as if I’m the only woman he sees. Gah . . . he makes my heart race with one look. The immediate wetness between my legs says hello. “Hello, sweet girl.” “Hi,” I find my voice and try my hardest to stay focused and not sound like a teeny-bopper fangirling over her middle school crush. Keep it cool, Charlotte. “How was work today?” “Fine.” “Just fine?” “Yes.” What game is he playing? “What do you need, Troy?” He smirks, and my panties run away. Fuck, I hate this possession he has over me. “That little statement,” he leans in closer and whispers in my ear. “About not having an orgasm in a while isn’t sitting well with me.” “Oh,” I push back a little, already missing how close his lips were to me. “Well, you shouldn’t worry about my orgasms, sweetie, because this morning I took care of that.” “Maybe you think that.” He lowers his lips to mine. Oh my God, he smells delicious. I want to throw him on the kitchen island, straddle him and ride his cock until my body is sent to euphoria. “You haven’t experienced me yet. Once you do, I promise you’ll get addicted and will only be able to come when it’s with me.” “Time and place,” I smirk. I know he’s trying to push me and get under my skin.

He shrugs and pulls away before answering. Something strange inside me snaps and I’m overly annoyed about his stupid game. Rushing out of the kitchen, I head upstairs to change into my bikini and sunglasses. Pulling my long hair into a ponytail I head back downstairs, through the kitchen, making sure to not make eye contact with asshole, and relax outside. “You’ll burn that creamy skin of yours.” I look up through my sunglasses to Troy towering over me. There’s no smile on his face. Before I can say anything, he walks inside. This isn’t the Troy I fell in love with. He rarely smiles and everything seemed more scheduled and calculated than spur of the moment. The light in his eyes is dark with mystery and hurt. In those depths I can tell there’s way more than what he’s saying. When he looks at me, there are layers hiding what he’s feeling and thinking. I want to peel back each layer and show him there’s more to life than being the way he is now. “Charlotte.” I look and see him again. In his hands is a bottle of sunscreen and I roll my eyes. “Put this on.” “No. I want to tan.” “You’ll burn.” “Yeah, okay. Unlikely.” “Put it on.” Taking off my sunglasses I realize he’s not requesting me to put on sunscreen. He’s demanding I do it. Simply ignoring him again, I put on my sunglasses and take a sip of my vodka cranberry drink. “I don’t like you out here without any protection. Let me help you protect that perfect skin of yours,” he whispers in my ear, causing shivers to run down my body, and I’m pretty sure my eyes were closed the whole time his lips were near my ear. Inhaling sharply, I steadily take the sunscreen bottle and pour some in my hands. “I need help with my back.” Turning over so my back is facing him, I hear him shuffle, and soon his hands are gently touching me. His touch feels amazing. I relax with each rub of his hands over my shoulders, down my back, and right above my ass. “My house is quiet without you there.” Leaving his hand on that part of my back I lean into his touch and he doesn’t pull away. “I miss coming home and watching you sing and dance in my living room.” “I was only there for a night,” my voice is hardly a whisper. I’m not sure where this conversation’s going. “I know.” His hands rub my shoulders a little harder and it feels so good. Little moans escape my lips and suddenly he stops. “As much as I love having you back here, being with your brother is safe.” I don’t respond. “You know why, don’t you?” I don’t move. His hands on me and the images going on in my head are killing my focus. I swear this fantasy is like a never ending porno video starring Troy and me. “I need you safe. I need you to stay away from me. Any time we’re close, knowing how my touch affects you is . . . is driving me crazy. I’m doing the best I can, so you need to do the same.” What the what? I have no idea what he’s saying. “I don’t want to stay away.” Before I can turn around I see him rushing into the house and not turning back to see me. My body is still tingling from his presence. My body is craving him and I want more of that, especially what’s going on in my head. His lips are touching my skin and we’re connected as one.

When Troy’s inside with Will I take out my phone and text Jessica. Jessica: Whoa . . . Intense. Me: Right? It’s annoying . . . I know Will won’t be happy if I talk to him, and I can’t just yet. Troy and I need to work on us before even getting Will involve. Jessica: You’ll figure it out . . . Trust me. Just be patient and remember how much you love him. Me: Yeah . . . I know.

Closing my eyes for a moment I relish the way my skin feels. I imagine we’re sitting together and he’s whispering how much he loves me. I wish our lives could be simple. I wish I had the strength to talk to Will. “One day,” I whisper to myself.

Chapter 11

Troy

Getting into my car, I speed home to get work done. It’s going to be a long day and I need to stay busy without letting myself think about Charlotte. Things are okay for the most part. She has no idea of the damage she left behind and I don’t intend on telling her. Opening those wounds will make it feel raw again. This should be enough for me to not want her. To not crave her. To not let her in my dreams so that I’m not constantly waking up to find my hand wrapped around my cock to find a release. Only there’s a problem I can’t seem to solve. Charlotte Maxey owns me. Cursing under my breath, I make it home and lock myself in my office. Logging onto my computer, I read a few emails and try to stay focused with work and what needs to get done. Believe me, I need to get her out of my head. Only the nagging feeling and poking won’t allow me to forget the unanswered questions constantly repeating in my head. With Charlotte, taking chances is similar to leaping into a pit of fire and hoping to come out unburned. In her mind she’s doing what she needs to do to keep the relationship with Will steady and without any drama. I didn’t fight for her then and I don’t plan on fighting for her now. When she was living in Michigan it was easy to forget her and not wonder what she was doing. Everything was easy because I wasn’t reminded of her. Now she’s here. In my town. In my space. Fuck. A Skype request comes in and finally I can focus on my clients. “Hey coach,” Sarah smiles. “I’m down ten pounds!” “Hey girl. Nice, that’s awesome. I’m proud of you. How are you feeling?” “Really good,” she smiles again. “I have so much more energy and I can finally run a mile without wanting to die.” I laugh and listen more to what she’s saying. An hour passes before another Skype call comes in and soon I’ve talked to five more clients before having to go back and readjust some plans. I love what I do. I love helping people and getting them to where they want to be. Seeing the look of accomplishment always wins out. There are days I want to quit because of the stress and high need for my assistance, but then I talk to my clients and remember why I’m their coach and why I love helping them. Logging off the computer, I grab my files and call it a day. Everything was going great until a message from Jason popped up on my phone telling me how thankful he is of Charlotte and how great she is. She’s working hard at Exhale Spa and I couldn’t be happier for her. A giant grin is plastered on my face when I read the text from Jason telling me she’s the best manager they’ve had and it’s only been a little less than two weeks. She’s tough, and when she puts her head to something, the girl is relentless and won’t give up. The sudden smile on my face leaves. I shouldn’t be happy or think about how well she’s doing. I did what I did, got her a job, and that’s the end of it. There’s nothing more I want to do or be

involved with. Scrolling through my phone, I find Maxine’s name and see if she’s in town. We went on a few dates and she’s always fun to be with. Nothing’s ever happened between us, but maybe tonight I’m willing to bend my rules and give in to an innocent night of pure pleasure. Me: Are you in town? Maxine: Well, if it isn’t Troy Harding. Of course I am, dollface ;) Me: Dinner tonight. I’ll pick you up at 7. Maxine: I can’t wait.

Maxine’s what I need tonight. I can picture her long blonde hair spread over the bed with her legs wrapped around me screaming for more. Yeah she’ll make it better for me. Dinner goes by without any issues or afterthought. I’m bored to death listening to her talk about herself and modeling, though. If I hear about another designer who ripped off another designer, and this model is doing drugs while the other model is screwing the photographer, I might just jump into oncoming traffic. “Enough, Maxine,” I tell her as I sign the bill. “What,” she innocently responds. “I thought you loved listening to me.” “I do, but I have other ideas. Let’s go.” “Are we going back to your place,” she eagerly asks, and I have to force myself not to roll my eyes. “I haven’t been over in so long. Maybe we can get breakfast tomorrow morning. I’ve missed you so much. I can’t wait to feel you,” she leans in and whispers in my ear. “I want your hard cock so bad.” “Maybe another time.” “Well, I won’t be back from Milan for another eight weeks.” “Then we’ll get together then.” My tone is clipped and I want more than anything to get away from her. Usually, dirty talk gets me going, but my cock isn’t interested and I’m bored out of my mind. “You know what, Troy?” I turn to face her as we wait for my car. “You’re an asshole. I mean, you’re the one who asked me out and you didn’t even talk to me during dinner.” “How can I when you kept going on and on about yourself.” “Well, whatever,” she brushes off my comment. “What the hell do you want?” “To see you, Maxine. It’s been a while.” “Oh bullshit. I’m done. This is the last time you see me, Troy. I hope you choke and die.” “Okay . . . that’s harsh and childish.” I do my best to hold in my laughter. “Stop being dramatic.” “Whatever. I’m out. Deuces asshole.” Deuces? I roll my eyes and tip the valet for getting my car. Mentally reminding myself to never ask Maxine out . . . ever again.

Chapter 12

Troy

Looking at the meal plan template in front of me, I realize it’s been over thirty minutes since I’ve typed anything. Charlotte’s been on my mind and it’s messing with me and my concentration. It’s funny how the thought of her pushes me back and I lose focus. My body is tense and my grip on my wireless mouse tightens. Any thought towards work I have flies from my head and it’s replaced with Charlotte naked and tied to my bed. Her glorious body waiting for me to ravage and take as mine. Always mine. I hear the door open and see Jane walk in. The smile on her face radiates and puts a smile on mine. “What’s up?” “Just wanted to swing by and see what’s going on with you. Haven’t seen you come by lately. Princess Avery misses you. Things been busy?” “You can say that.” I shut down my laptop and get up to grab two beers from the mini fridge. Handing her one, I sit back down on my couch and drink. “Something’s wrong.” I don’t answer. Talking about my feelings isn’t something I’m used to doing. I don’t have heart-to-heart conversations. I’m not the type of guy who will sit and talk about his feelings and cry over why life isn’t fair. I accept what it is and move on. Jane knows me and she knows when to push and back off. Right now, I’m not sure what I want her to do. “Do you want to talk?” Apparently, I do. I tell her about Charlotte coming back and how she first got here. Jane listens, nods, smiles, and doesn’t say anything. She knows about my past with Charlotte and how long I’ve loved her. “What do you think she’s feeling?” “I don’t know.” And that’s the truth. She’s here because of a bad breakup and she wants to be back. I’m not sure if she’s interested in me or feels the same as I do. I intend to find out with time. Jane’s hand rests on mine and her look softens. “You’ve never been like this. In all the years I’ve known you, you’ve never had this expression. I saw you with Andrea and knew she was going to screw you over. You never wanted to fall in love, but hearing how much you love her and want her, it’s the best kind of love story. Carter and I have been talking. He thinks you need to talk to Will first and I think you need to take matters in your own hands and talk to her. You never know how long she’ll be around. Carter has a little crush on her too,” she jokes and nudges my shoulder. “We want you happy, honey. And Princess Avery will want the same.” “It doesn’t matter. She has no idea how badly she hurt me and it’s not something I want to talk to her about. Talking about it means feeling it again. I feel weak when I think about it. I’ve worked my ass off to be where I am today and I don’t intend on going backwards and being that naïve idiot thinking love will conquer all. Fuck that shit.” I lean my head back and look at Jane. “I don’t want to be a mess again. This is who I have to be.” “You have this stone wall around your heart. I see the pain you hide, and the young and carefree self

you want to let out. I know the history between you and Charlotte, and now that she’s back, what are you going to do about it? You’re acting hot and cold and seriously it’s going to get hold and you might lose her for good. She’s a beautiful girl and I don’t think she’s going to wait around and play this game with you.” I don’t respond. I have no idea what to do or what she wants. The chemistry and heat between us is still the same. Having her under my roof and by my side feels good. She feels good with me, only she can’t be mine. I’m going to do everything I can to make sure of that. It’s easy for me to shut down my feelings. You never know the extent of the feelings you have until you’ve experienced loss and heartbreak. You never want to feel that again, so you block out anything that can trigger those emotions. “You want to love as much as she does.” I pull away and she knows the boundaries have been crossed. She’s pushed me and I don’t want to talk anymore. “Why don’t I make you something to eat and we drink more beer? Sound good?” I nod and we head out of my office and into the kitchen. I grab a few more beers out and set them on the island. Jane goes to work and makes us lunch. I listen to her talk about Avery and planning her first birthday. “If you need help with anything, let me know.” “Of course we will.” We talk for a little more. Jane’s phone buzzes and she rolls her eyes. “I gotta get going. I guess little Avery has a little accident and Carter’s about to pass out. You be good, okay?” “Okay.” “You got this,” she pats my thigh and gives me a smile before leaving. The wall around my heart is to protect me. I put myself in relationships after Charlotte left because I was looking for her in those women. Some of them made sense in my life, but I never wanted more. The women made things a little easier. I always had someone to be with, and in many ways, trust. Even though I didn’t let them all the way in, they were part of my life. Deciding to take a little break, I sit on the couch, turn on the TV, and lay down. I didn’t realize how tired I was until my head hit the pillow. The remote falls from my hand quickly after as I fall asleep. When I close my eyes I see Charlotte and her sweet, innocent smile. Waking up, I look around the living room. I’ve been asleep for a few hours and need to get up. Making my way to the kitchen, I notice how clean it is and then I hear a splash from outside. I look out the window and see Charlotte in the pool. Why did she clean my kitchen? Why is she here? I grab a K-cup and pop it in my Keurig and press brew. I wait for my coffee to be done while standing in my kitchen watching her. I finish the cup off too fast for my liking and then place the mug in the sink and head outside. Charlotte finishes her swim and reaches the side of the pool, lifting herself up. Fuck. Me. She’s in the tiniest black bikini and the butterfly tattoo on her hip bone is screaming for my tongue. The beads of water shimmering in the light slowly travel down her sun-kissed skin. My God, she’s beautiful. “Hey!” She smiles and grabs a towel from the chair. “Did you have someone over today? Your kitchen was messy. You looked so tired I didn’t want to wake you. Since I love your pool and love to swim, I thought it would be a fair trade to clean your kitchen.” “I don’t need a maid, Charlotte. You didn’t have to do that. And Will has a pool. Why don’t you use

his?” “I’m sorry to bother you. I was around and wanted to come over and see what you were doing.” I nod and look at her. “Catching up on some work and then Jane stopped over. We had lunch and I took a nap.” “Oh. Okay. If you’re busy . . .” “I am,” I tell her. “I’m heading out for a run and then meeting Carter, excuse me. You can stay and swim.” I run when my head has too much going on, and right now, it won’t shut the fuck up. Getting away from my own house, I drive to a nearby trail and start running. I’m not sure how much time passes or how many miles I run. My calves burn and I’m exhausted. Heading back home, I see the lights on and go inside. Music plays and I wonder why she’s still here. Making my way to the kitchen again, I notice her outside, drinking wine, sitting comfortably in the chair. Stepping outside, I watch her and hear music softly playing from her iPod dock. She’s staring up at the night sky with the glass of wine in her hand. She looks beautiful and relaxed lying down in the chair. When she turned and saw me, my eyes locked with hers. “You’re still here,” I go outside and ask her. “Yeah,” she smiles. “I was hoping to talk and I don’t know, find out who Jane is.” “Do you think I’m fucking Jane? That I jump from one woman to another?” “No,” she shakes her head. “That’s not you at all.” “How would you know? People change. I’ve changed. Maybe secretly I’m a manwhore and love having multiple women in my life. Maybe Jane’s my number three. You never know.” “Why are you being so cruel? Fuck. I am being a dick to her and she doesn’t deserve it. I should go and get ready for tonight, yet my feet are frozen and I can’t move. My eyes rake over her body. She’s wearing her bikini bottoms and a tank. Her legs go on for miles and I’m interested to see more of her. On my bed. Against the wall. In the shower. I’m creative and can go on all night. “You’re right. I’m sorry. I do have to get going.” “Okay.” “For the record, Jane’s my best friend’s wife and a very good friend of mine. I’m going over their house to hang out. I haven’t slept with anyone since Andrea and I’m not a manwhore.” I see the smile on her face as she nods. “Good to know. I’ll talk to you later.” “Okay.”

Picking up my princess, I spin her around and hear her giggles. I love spending time at Carter and Jane’s house. I hate that it’s been a while. I’d usually be with Andrea or out of town. I’ve missed out on a lot and I don’t want to do that anymore. I’d rather spend my time with little Avery than random women who don’t

mean anything to me. “She loves you,” I hear Carter say as he sits down on the ground next to me. “Avery, tell Troy to stop being mean and come over more often.” She claps her hands and smiles. “See, there you go. She’s spoken.” I kiss Avery on the forehead and blow raspberries on her belly. She laughs again and claps her hands. “Okay, okay.” Jane comes in and takes Avery. “Now I have to get little one settled since it’s her bedtime.” “What? It’s still early.” “Troy,” Jane laughs. “It’s almost midnight and she needs to sleep. You’re also spending the night here.” “What? I’m fine.” “You look like death,” Jane tells me. “Plus you had a lot of whiskey and wine during dinner and I’d rather have you safe. You’ll get to see Avery in the morning.” “Fine,” I laugh. “Fine.” “Good.” Jane kisses my forehead and winks at Carter before going upstairs. In so many ways I’m jealous of my best friend, but I know this isn’t the life I can live. It’s not for me. The thought of a lifelong commitment scares me and I wouldn’t want to subject anyone to my perceptions of the world. Being a dad crossed my mind at one point in my life. When things change and you’re left alone, your dreams, and what you want change. “Feeling okay, man?” “Yeah,” I nod. “Jane’s right. I do feel a little tipsy,” I sigh. “I can’t believe how big she’s getting.” “Same here. We’re trying for a second baby. It’s hard, though. You know how hard it was the first time, but we want Avery to have a brother or sister.” I hear Carter sigh and rub his face. “We’re good parents and Jane wants another baby so bad. You know the stress and pain to have Avery was worth it. We’ll do it all over again if that means we can have another baby.” I nod my head and listen to Carter. They tried for three years to get Avery. Since IVF is expensive, it wasn’t in their budget so they prayed a lot and believed. All the tests came back normal and the doctors couldn’t explain why they couldn’t conceive. When I suggested Jane get weekly massages and start acupuncture, within two months they were pregnant with Avery. “Why don’t you have her relax more?” “I’ve tried. She hates being away from Avery for a long period of time.” “Bullshit,” I stand up and send a text to Charlotte. I know it’s late, but maybe she’s up. Charlotte: Everything okay? Me: Sorry for the late text. Can you log in and get me two massages for Carter and Jane? Charlotte: Lol sure thing.

Even though it’s late and she has to most likely work in the morning, she’s doing this for me and it means a lot.

Charlotte: I have 2 9am appointments for 90 min. Me: Perfect. Book it for them and put everything on my card. Charlotte: Will do . . . that it? Me: Thanks Charlotte. Means a lot. Charlotte: Of course. =) Night Troy. Me: Night Charlotte.

“Tomorrow morning you and Jane are getting massages on me.” “What,” Carter argues. “Stop, man, it’s okay.” “Already done. I’ll watch Avery while you two go out and relax.” “Wow. Thank you, buddy. We appreciate it.” “No worries. Princess and I are going to have fun tomorrow while you and Jane relax. You need it. Trust me.”

Chapter 13

Charlotte

My eyes are wide open. It’s five in the morning and I’m awake. I haven’t been sleeping very well and it’s all Troy’s fault, him and his hot and cold emotions. I don’t understand why he can’t come clean and be one hundred percent with me. I play the scenes in my head so I can better understand him. It’s useless! He’s the reason why women hate getting into relationships. If people say what they mean and mean what they say, I can bet there would be less arguments and war. Just saying. After the conversation last night with Will, I’m going to hold off on getting my own place and stay with him. The house is big enough for us and we’re not getting in each other’s way. Plus, it’s rent free and I get a pool, meals, the security of being with my brother, and I get to see Troy when he comes over. Rolling over on the comfortable bed I close my eyes and see Troy. Needing to get my head cleared, I get up and look around the larger than life room. It’s bigger than my apartment back in Michigan and with the large windows overlooking the backyard, I feel like I’m in a luxury hotel. The walls are a nice beige color with an oak dresser, nightstand and a soft black right arm loveseat in the corner by the windows. The contemporary colored room is relaxing. There’s nothing too loud in the room and I love the colors Will picked out. Most of the decorations are simple and I’m looking forward to making my room feel like my own. Sitting up on the king-sized bed, I lean over and grab my phone. Scrolling through my Facebook feed I read a few articles and share a funny meme. My phone buzzes and it’s Jessica. Jessica: Good morning sunshine! I know you’re awake. Me: Morning . . . What’s up? Jessica: Just wanted to see how you’re doing and if anything’s going on with that fine-ass man who has your panties soaking in two seconds. Me: LOL you’re a freak and nope nothing’s going on . . . He’s hot and cold. No idea wtf I’m doing. Jessica: What are you going to do? Me: Give it time. He’s not the same Troy . . . Seems more guarded and protective. Jessica: Men. Wish I had a manual to understand them. It’ll be okay sweets. Just keep me posted . . . Miss you. Me: Miss you more XO Jessica: XO

I can’t help thinking about Troy and wondering what he’s doing. He doesn’t like to sleep in and usually would be working out or probably working on his computer. I flip my phone in my hand before deciding to text him since I’m awake and don’t plan on sleeping anyways. Me: Morning, you up? Troy: Yes.

I frown with his one-word response. It was quick, though, so I’ll give him that. Me: Any plans today?

Troy: Not sure. Me: Oh, ok

“Morning.” I look up to see a sleepy Will holding a cup of coffee. Putting away my phone and pushing out Troy’s shortness, I smile up at my brother. He walks in and sits on the bed, handing me the steamy cup of deliciousness. “How’d you sleep?” “Well,” I tell him. “What’s the plan for today?” “Want to get breakfast?” “I’d love that!” He pats me on my leg and tells me to get ready. Finishing up my coffee, I throw on shorts and a loose shirt before walking out of my bedroom. I meet Will in the kitchen as he puts down his phone and grabs his sunglasses. “After breakfast want to head out on the boat?” “Oh, yeah! I love that idea.” “Go get your things ready. We’ll head out to Canandaigua and spend the day out. Looks like we both need a day to relax and have fun.” “Who else is going?” “Troy, our friends, Sal and Carter, and Carter’s wife, Jane. You’ll like her a lot. She’s excited to meet you,” he laughs. “I guess another female is needed.” “Sounds good.” That bastard lied to me. I head upstairs to put my bikini on and change into a dress so it’ll be easier once we’re on the boat. I smile when I think about today. My parents used to take us out on the ocean at our summer home in Florida. Each time we’d go and spend a month there- it was amazing. My dad was captain and Mom always made sure we had our sun block on and made us lunches. A tear slowly runs down my cheek when I think about them. It’s been so long, but you can never replace the sadness or forget about the pain and loss of not having your parents in your life. Each special moment they’re missing because instead of being by your side, they’re in heaven watching over you. Drying my tears, I look at the framed picture of my parents, Will and I, and kiss it. “I love you guys,” I whisper before heading downstairs to Will’s car. When we make it out to the boat, Troy’s over in the corner with either Sal or Carter getting the cooler ready. A beautiful woman comes up with the biggest smile on her face. “You must be Charlotte.” She says and gives me a hug. “I’m Jane. So good to meet you. Your brother is so much happier now that you’re here.” “Good to meet you too! Yeah things are going really well.” “I’m glad. Come over and meet my husband.” I follow her and make sure Troy knows I’m here too. Jane introduces me to her husband, Carter, who is insanely hot with his tan body and lickable six pack. My goodness. My brother sure has hot friends. “Awesome meeting you, Charlotte,” Carter says. “Jane’s excited to finally have another girl in the group. How are you liking Rochester?” I shrug. “It’s okay. I mean, I love being back and closer to my brother.”

We make small talk and I keep my back to Troy. I know this is one of his biggest pet peeves and internally I’m fist pumping the air. He’s close to me, listening as I talk to Carter and Jane. “Excuse us, Charlotte.” Jane says and takes Carter over to Will and Sal, leaving me and Troy alone. “I didn’t know you were coming.” “I thought you didn’t know if you had plans,” I tell him and take off my dress, tossing it over on the bench. “Excuse me while I lie under the sun. It’s too beautiful of a day to stand around.” Carefully lying down, face down, I rest my head on my forearm and close my eyes. I love being out on the water and on the boat. I think about my parents again and slowly smile. They’d be proud of us. If Mom was here now she’d make some remarks about my bikini and make me change. God, I miss her. “Charlotte,” Troy says before he sits down on the floor. His head is near mine, almost resting on my arms too. Opening my eyes, I nearly gasp at the sight of his firm body. This man is pure perfection. I’ll never grow tired of seeing his bare chest. My heart races when I think about his package and how well he can move with it. Seriously, the way my mind is working I might as well jump him now in front of everyone and have my way since he’s not making any moves. “I don’t know how to act around you. We’re not who we were anymore. Things are different.” I take off my sunglasses so he can see my eyes. Only, he can’t. His head is slightly low and he’s not looking at me. I wait for him to say more. “Things are complicated. I know I’ve been treating you harshly. I don’t know how to act around you and things are complicated.” “You said that already.” “Well, it’s something you need to know and understand. We aren’t kids anymore, Charlotte. We can be friends and hang out. I like you around.” “But?” “But we’ll never be together like before.” His words cut deep. It hurts to hear him say these things to me. I can’t tell if he’s being serious or pushing me away because he’s afraid. I can’t read him like before. We stay in silence. I don’t know how to respond or what he wants me to say. Will calls for us to come over and when he looks at me, I have to look away. I hear him get up and then he presses his hand on my shoulder. Yearning for more of his touch I place my hand on his and he moves away quickly. The words play in my head. Maybe he’s right. As much as I want to be here with Will, coming back and thinking Troy will open his arms to me and we’ll have our happily ever after is now a joke. Maybe it’s time I accept it and move on. It makes sense. I wipe away a tear and put on my sunglasses again. When we get home I go straight to my bedroom, shower, and get in bed wearing a tank top and my cute black boy shorts. I feel like I need to do something different and take a chance. No matter what I do, Troy won’t change his mind. I can’t wait around for him and I certainly will not beg him. Maybe I’m confusing my feelings for Troy for something different. He’s my first love and someone I feel one hundred percent safe with. Maybe since he’s my comfort zone, in my head, I’m thinking I should be with him. I’m young and there’s nothing tying me down so I should live a little and forget about the past. What’s done is done, and there’s not much more I can do. Honestly I’ve done almost everything possible to show Troy how I feel about him. He said what he said to me and it’s how he feels. I’m taking that as a breakup and moving on with my life. I’ve wasted too many years pining for someone who obviously doesn’t want me. He may feel the way I do, but his love for me isn’t strong enough to fight and I need someone to fight

and make love worth it. Needing to vent and get advice I text Jessica about what happened today. Jessica: If he’s saying that, then maybe you should move on. Me: It’s hard . . . I didn’t think he would have said that, but whatever I’m over it.

I’m not. Jessica: Good girl! Remember what I told you. If a man loves you and wants you, he’ll show it and not push you away. Games are for BOYS. You need a manly man. Me: So online dating is a plus? Jessica: Girl it’s the new age thing to do. Don’t get all crazy and start having sex with random men. Use your head and use it wisely. Me: I’ll send you their pix for approval. Jessica: You better!

Looking at some options, I select a free dating site to scope it out and see what guys are around. I know ‘free’ might mean creepy guys, but I’m experimenting. Finding one that doesn’t sound too sexual, I click on the link and laugh at the welcome logo. Welcome to Plenty of Meets. Looking for a date? Your soulmate? Or someone to casually see on nights you need that little relief? This is where you need to be. I can’t even right now. This is what dating has come to? Rolling my eyes, I sign up for it and think about what I can write about myself. How can people come up with what to add to their profile? Uploading a cute selfie, I use it as my profile picture and add a few more so guys will think I’m real. Going through the pictures and uploading five, I move onto the section where I can tell guys about myself. I decide to keep it simple. Name: Charlotte Age: 23 years old Location: Rochester, NY Hobbies: Reading, being active outside, hanging out with family and friends, fitness and shopping addict. Ideal first date: Dinner and a walk in the park or beach. Something simple so we can get to know each other. What are you looking for? Looking to have fun and meet people. Not interested in hooking up so if that’s what you’re looking for then you can move on. I finish my profile and start looking. Scrolling through the guys online, I find a few, but after reading their profile I move on. Some are cute, and some are weird looking. I’m so desperate for anyone to get my mind off Troy. The envelope flashes and when I check to see what messages I have, I about fall off my chair. Mark: Damn, girl you are so hot.

Eric: Feel like hitting up for some fun tonight? Hugh: I’d like you to meet my best friend. *dick picture* “Ahhhhh,” I scream and quickly exit out. “Seriously?” I cannot believe he sent me a picture of his dick and it’s so ugly! If women are expected to shave and wax, then guys should do the same. It’s a jungle and his penis is the ugly hunter looking for his next victim. I’m so grossed out. More messages come in and these guys are all asking the same thing. I delete more than twenty before giving up tonight. Putting my phone on my nightstand I pull the covers over my head and fall asleep hoping tomorrow will be a better day to find someone to meet.

Chapter 14

Charlotte

Waking up, I log into my profile and see the messages. “Whoa,” I mutter. In eight hours I have over thirty messages. Reed: Hi. I’m new to this and I’m not sure if I’m doing this right lol. I’m Reed and I’m from Victor, originally from Texas. I work at an IT firm and recently got out of a relationship. My friends think this is something I should do. Me? Who knows. Life is too short, huh? I smile reading his message and swoon a little. He’s from the south! From Texas! Me: Hi Reed. I’m Charlotte and just got into town. I went to school in Michigan and am originally from Michigan. I’m new to this too so we can learn together =) Honestly, I’m looking to meet and casually date. I just got out of a relationship too. Reed: I’m sorry to hear that. My girlfriend cheated on me and I found out on my birthday. Happy birthday to me, huh? It’s been hard and I think I’m ready to get out there lol. Me: I hear you. Well, Shawn didn’t cheat on me, but it wasn’t there anymore. Reed: Ah . . . well then please don’t break my broken heart. ;) Me: Well don’t be a creeper then. ;) Reed: If you’re not busy I’m at Starbucks in Pittsford. Would you like to meet me? Me: You know what. Sure. I’ll message you when I’m there. Reed: I look forward to it, Charlotte. Me: Me too, Reed. Okay I think this might not be the best thing. He seems nice and cute. Nothing can go wrong right? I screenshot his picture and send it to Jessica. Jessica: WOW! He’s . . . fuck. Me: Right? Jessica: Go and text me later. Me: K.

Looking for a cute outfit, I pick out white shorts and a loose fitting, sheer, pink top. Fixing my makeup and scrunching my hair, I air kiss my mirror and leave Will a note that I’m out. As soon as I get in the car and start driving to Starbucks, my hands are shaking like mad. This isn’t me! I don’t randomly meet guys and think something will happen. All I want is someone to distract me from Troy. I’m not the type of

woman to sleep around. I’ve only been with two guys in my life! At the stop light, I see Starbucks and start sweating. Rummaging through my purse, I look for deodorant or spray. Normally I don’t get nervous, and normally I don’t do this. Pulling into an empty space, I apply some gloss and spray myself before walking in. I look to the right and see Reed looking at me. Wow, you’re hotter in person. I smile and walk over. “Hi. Reed?” When he looks up and shows me his gorgeous green eyes and smoldering look I fight to stay standing. He smiles back and stands up looking at me. “Wow. I mean,” he laughs, and looks away. His southern drawl is panty dropping. “You’re beautiful, Charlotte.” Tucking a piece of hair behind my ear, I blush a little and sit down. Neither of us says anything and I notice his MacBook and Gucci watch around his wrist. He’s wearing a polo and shorts with basic flip flops, his hair is styled with gel, and his green eyes are killing me. “Thank goodness you’re not a guy,” he laughs. “I’ve seen that Catfish show and for a moment I was nervous.” “I know what you mean,” I smile. “I can’t believe I’m here, though.” “Me too, darlin.’” Swoon. “But everything happens for a reason, right?” I nod. He tells me more about himself and his interests. When he asks me questions I answer each one and notice how attentive he is. He doesn’t interrupt when I talk and I can tell he’s really listening. Sometimes when I talk to people they’ll have their cell phones out or be on the computer. When that happens I know their attention isn’t on me regardless of how well they can multitask. “I’d like to take you out to dinner, if you’d like. Tonight would be great. We can go to Umi for sushi and hibachi.” I think for a moment and look into those killer green eyes. It won’t hurt. We’ll drive separately and it’ll be fine. I’ll be smart about this. “Dinner sounds great. I’ll meet you at six.” “Sounds good, darlin.’” We exchange numbers and I’m out the door to my car. Checking the time, I see it’s almost one and Will hasn’t texted me. Thinking a shopping day is in order, I send Jane a text and within minutes she agrees that a day at Eastview mall is definitely needed. I meet Jane at PF Changs and she shows me pictures of her adorable daughter, Avery. “She looks just like Carter.” “I know,” she beams, and shows me more pictures. “Honestly, she’s my little love button. You should meet her soon.” “I’d love to. And if you ever need a babysitter, let me know.” Jane waves her hand. “We have one, but thank you so much.” “That’s good. Maybe I can be the backup.” “You’ll have to fight Troy for that title,” she laughs, and orders a drink leaving me stunned. Troy.

Troy babysits Avery. This man used to be terrified of babies and never held a baby. One time in health class he had a project to take care of a baby doll and made his mom do it for him because he was too afraid. “Miss, what can I get for you?” “Oh!” I snap out of my daze. “Dirty martini please.” “Sure, right away.” “You okay there, sweets?” “Yeah,” I nod my head. “Just surprised Troy likes babies.” “Nope. Just Avery. He’s her Godfather, and when they’re together, it’s just adorable. I love seeing how happy she makes him. And thank God he got rid of Andrea. That woman was a disease.” “Oh really? I only met her once.” Jane laughs, and covers her mouth with her napkin. “Well I feel sorry for you. Anyone who meets her turns into a mega bitch. Now, I’m from the South and I told her on several occasions, bless her heart. She thought it was a compliment! I nearly died.” Jane’s southern accent comes out and it’s too cute. I love talking to people from the south. “Well like I said, mind my manners, but thank the lord she’s gone.” “How was their relationship?” “Toxic,” she quickly responds. “Troy doesn’t believe in one-night stands and casual sex. He’s not like your brother or Sal.” I roll my eyes when she says Sal’s name. He’s a player with a capital P. Goodness, he annoyed me so much on the boat. I nearly slapped him for talking so much. When she compares Will to Sal it shocks me. Growing up he had girlfriends, and when I saw them together he was respectful and he didn’t have a black book full of women. Honestly, I’m grossed out and mad that my brother has sex with whomever and whenever he wants. “But I will say when we first met there was this sadness to him. He never talked about it. It makes me happy knowing he has friends to turn to. Over the years,” she starts to say, and leans into her chair. She fiddles with her fingers and I wonder what else she has to say. “I don’t know. It’s like he’s holding onto something and can’t let go.” “Oh.” That’s all I can say.

I park my car in an empty space and check my phone to see if Reed’s here. Reed: Waiting for you, beautiful.

Cheesy, but okay it’s cute. Me: Coming in now.

Walking inside, I spot him at the bar. He’s wearing nice fitted jeans, a button down blue plaid shirt, and his hair is nicely done. Oh my. He’s sex on a stick. “Well, don’t you look amazing,” he tells me and leans down to kiss my lips. Nothing. No spark. Nothing. I clear that out of my head. The day with Jane is still on my mind so I’m not allowing myself to feel anything. Breathing in and out, I force Troy out of my head so I can enjoy this evening with Reed. My very

handsome, and very single, date. The hostess seats us with another group of people at the hibachi table and Reed puts his arm behind me, keeping me close to his body. I like how he’ll converse with the other guests and turn to me. Quickly I send Jessica an update. Me: So far so good. Jessica: YAY!

“I know I said this already, but you are gorgeous. I love the dress on you.” “Thanks,” I smile and put my phone away I open the menu to see what looks good. In the corner of my eye I see his menu unopened and he’s looking on mine with me. “The chicken hibachi sounds good. What do you think?” I’m sick of chicken. Living with my health-freak brother is turning me into an eating machine. “I’m thinking the lobster and shrimp hibachi.” Reed doesn’t say anything and I hear him clear his throat. When the server comes to take our order, we’re last to go. “And for you, sir?” “One chicken hibachi and my lovely date will have the lobster and shrimp hibachi.” “Sure, sure. No problem.” “What’d you end up doing after you left, sweetpea?” Sweetpea? “I’m sorry what?” “How was your day after you left Starbucks?” “Oh good,” I answer. I swear he better not call me that atrocious nickname again. “After dinner we’re going salsa dancing. Dave and Heather just invited us.” I look over and smile. They seem like a nice couple, but I’m not interested. “I’m sorry, not tonight. I think after dinner I’m heading home.” “And why’s that?” Reed asks me. “Long day. I also have to work tomorrow morning so I need my beauty sleep.” “Oh, sweetpea, you couldn’t get any more beautiful.” He kisses me again on the lips, still nothing and I haven’t thought of Troy. When dinner’s over and we get the check I notice the men are taking out their credit cards, and Reed’s talking away with Heather. Grabbing the bill, I look it over and set it on the table. As I’m pulling out my card I feel his hand grab my wrist. “I don’t think so,” he tells me and picks up the bill. “Was your dinner good?” “Yep. Yours?” “Very. Shoulda gotten the chicken. It was really moist and cooked just right.” “Maybe next time,” I smile to be polite. When everything is all set, Reed takes my hand and walks me out of the restaurant. The night air feels good on my face. Having two glasses of wine, I needed the fresh air and being out here is nice.

“I had a good time tonight. I hope you did too, Charlotte.” “Yeah,” I lie. “So fun. It was really nice meeting you. Thank you for a wonderful date.” He leans over and kisses me again. This time his tongue gently slides into my mouth and he holds me tight in his arms. Wow, the way his tongue moves is . . . wow. Still no spark. This isn’t the type of kiss that means anything. Sure, it’s great and erotic, but that’s it. “I was thinking you could come over,” he breathlessly tells me. “We can get to know each other a little more.” The devilish look in his eyes is telling me he wants to get to know more of my body and what I’m hiding underneath these clothes. “Not tonight, Reed. I have to work tomorrow morning. It’s been a long day.” “It’s only ten, though.” “I know and I’m sorry. I have to get to bed. I appreciate the dinner and date. It was nice.” “Oh, okay.” He kisses me again. “I’ll text you tomorrow.” “Sounds good. Have a good night.” “You too.” He watches me as I step into my car and start the ignition. Pulling out of the parking lot I wave to him one last time and head home. The drive is quiet. I don’t have the music on and all I want is my bed. Parking my car, I turn off the ignition and drop my head to the steering wheel. My emotions are all over the place and I feel overwhelmed with anger and sadness. I’m not sure why the hell I feel so many emotions. Why couldn’t the date have gone well? I think I can look past the connection. I know I said looks don’t matter, but maybe I can make an exception. We need more time to get to know each other. Then Troy comes to mind. From that first moment, I knew I loved him. With each touch, each look, and every time we were together, it just felt right. He feels right. “God,” I whisper. “Why can’t I forget about you? Let me forget,” I beg, hitting my head against the headrest. “Let me forget.”

Chapter 15

Troy

I shouldn’t be here. Why do I care so much? I shouldn’t care. I’ve done nothing but push her away and it seems to have worked. But fuck, it hurts. And it shouldn’t. I wish there was an off button for emotions when it comes to Charlotte. The dangerous emotions circulating my heart force their way into the place I don’t want those emotions to be. My hate for her is slowly dying, and it’s being replaced with love and desire. It’s ripping me apart and consuming my every waking and sleeping moment. Everything I do, doesn’t matter if I’m just waking up or working out, my mind is with her. I curse under my breath and slam my hand against my steering wheel. I’m relieved she came home alone and I should probably check on her. Only, I don’t. I stay in my car for the next hour and make sure everything’s alright and that she’s not leaving again tonight. For the past few nights I’ve stayed in my car outside the house to make sure she’s safe. Call me a stalker or whatever, but I need to know she’s okay. The desire for her is turning into an obsession. I’m checking her social media pages and know her schedule pretty well. When she gets to work, I know and when she leaves, I know. It’s fucking pathetic how much effort I’m putting into her and I can’t allow myself to have her. Allowing myself to feel vulnerable isn’t easy. It’s exactly what I’m trying not to do. I’m holding her at arm’s length and watching her from afar. Never again will I have her touch me, kiss me, or show me what it’s like to feel love. Gripping my steering wheel, I take one last look at the house and head to Carter’s. I know it’s late, but fuck, I need someone since I can’t talk to Will about his baby sister. Parking my car at the end of the driveway I text Carter and am surprised when a text comes back. Carter: Hey, it’s Jane. He’s passed out with Avery . . . Come in. Me: K.

Making my way inside, I see Jane sitting on the stairway. She smiles and wraps her arm around my waist, guiding me into the kitchen, and making me sit down. She doesn’t say anything as she grabs two mugs and prepares two cups of tea. Jane’s the best. I talk to her about my issues and she listens, and then tells me I’m an idiot. Setting the mug in front of me, she stands next to me and doesn’t say a word. A few moments pass and soon I’m pouring out my heart. She listens, nods, and drinks her tea as I explain what I want, and why I can’t have it, and my realization of wanting her. “So you want her, right? And you love her?” I nod. “I get that you’re realizing all of this, but you have to possibly accept she’s really moved on.” “I’m back and forth with her. I know I can’t be with her, and I have to let her go, but then there’s that

other part of me that believes she came back for me. Every time I want to tell her how I feel, it’s blocked. The words are at the tip of my tongue and nothing comes out.” “You’re going to have to do a lot more than just talk. I know you’ve been pining for her all these years, Troy. But you also had the chance to talk to her. I love you, babe, but you’re kinda at fault as well.” I sit there and stare into my cup of tea. It doesn’t matter how I feel or what she feels. There are too many obstacles standing in our way. I’m going to have to figure out how to let her go completely and make her move on. “Can I be just friends with her?” “I think that you can, Troy. You love her so much and you want to be there for her, so be there for her. You can still love her and still be a great friend. True love sometimes takes a few chances before it can settle. Four years ago it wasn’t your time and maybe now isn’t either. Love is funny; it’s going to take you for a spin and make you believe there shouldn’t be any obstacles. It’s not true. The couples that go through the hard storms always make it out holding hands. Just give it time.” Finishing my cup of tea, I kiss Jane on her cheek and leave to head home. I drive down the street to my empty house, and then set the keys down and walk upstairs. Jane’s words play in my head and she’s right. There hasn’t been the right time for us and maybe that’s because of me, or her, or possibly both of us. Either way, I’ll be her best friend and hope she’ll come to me whenever she needs someone because I need her in any way I can truly have her and that’s as a friend. For now. The next morning Carter and I meet for breakfast. “Sorry I didn’t see you, man. But I’m glad Jane took care of you. Fuck, you’re so fucked.” “Don’t remind me,” I tell him, cutting into my breakfast and taking a few bites. “She’s the one for me. There’s been no one else and no one has even come close. I love her, man. Jane’s right, though. It hasn’t been our time yet, so I’ll be her friend. It’s the only thing that makes sense . . .” “Just be careful. That’s his little sister and someone who has been protected since she was a baby. Now I get it. You love her and want her. Maybe you should talk to Will and tell him what’s up.” “I need to talk to Charlotte first,” I tell Carter. “I need to see where her head’s at and if she wants me.” “Do that, man. I’m here for you, okay?” I nod and enjoy breakfast while coming up with another plan to get Charlotte.

Chapter 16

Charlotte

I’m in the bathroom shaving my legs when I hear my phone ring. I look at the name and roll my eyes. Pressing ignore, I put my phone back down and continue shaving. The water runs in the tub and I carefully pull the razor up my leg then discard the cream under the running water and repeat. Being a woman is hard work! We have to make sure we’re nice and hairless on the important areas, which I make a mental note to schedule a Brazilian wax. The annoying ring from my phone goes off again and I ignore it without looking. Stupid asstwat thinking he can be hot and cold with me. I don’t think so, buddy. Finally finishing, I start getting ready for bed. It’s been a long day and I need to rest my pretty eyes. Drying my face, I put on some moisturizer and grab my phone to head to bed. My phone rings again and I roll my eyes when I see it’s him. “What?” “Is that how you answer your phone?” Hearing his voice brings me back to the other night when we talked outside of Will’s house. When I came to town I had one thing in mind-to get Troy and make him mine. As the days go on, I don’t think that’s going to happen anymore and I have to move on from my silly fairy tale. He doesn’t want me, and even if he does, he’s not showing it. I may be confident, but I’m still human. A human with feelings and a heart. I’ve been through hell and back, never feeling at home until Rochester. Moving on is something I don’t want to do. All I think about is Troy. I can see a future with him and whenever I was in bed with Shawn, I thought about Troy. Being with him means so much to me. He makes my heart beat faster and everything is clear. “What is it, Troy? I’m tired and need to go to sleep.” “I wanted to talk and see how you’re doing.” He sounds so formal and it kills me. “I’m fine.” I keep my tone calm and don’t show him how much he’s affecting me. But it’s getting so hard. I’m still the sixteen-year-old girl in love with her brother’s hot and sweet best friend. “You don’t sound fine. Talk to me.” “So you can run again? I don’t think so. I’m disappointed. Confused. I’m just feeling a lot of things right now.” Breathe in and out I tell myself. Don’t let him hear your emotions. Stay strong. It’ll be okay. “I’m sorry, okay? I do want to be friends. I miss talking to you and I miss having you around. It’s not easy for me.” “Well, it’s not easy for me either. I don’t know what else to say. You push me away and expect everything to be okay. I am human, Troy. I am a human with feelings. This hot and cold is getting old. You can’t sit there and say this to me. Sure, we can be friends and that’s fine. But telling me you miss me and having me around is confusing me. It’s either you want me or not. Plain and simple.” “I’m sorry, Charlotte.” “Not good enough. Maybe too much time has passed and we can’t be like before. I thought things

could be different and we’d be good, but I was wrong. Good night, Troy.” “Good night, Charlotte. Sweet dreams.” The next day at work I do everything I can to focus on what I’m doing so I don’t think about him. “Delivery!” I look up and see Aubree walk in with something from edible arrangements. Aubree’s another manager and she’s been with the spa for over two years. She’s a beautiful girl with dark brown hair and matching eyes. She’s petite, curvy, and has a very innocent face. I haven’t gotten a chance to really know the girls at the spa and I make a note to really get to know them and make sure they know I’m here if they need anything. “What the what?” She puts down the delicious chocolate covered fruit and reads the note. “Had a great time with you last night, Charlotte. Have a great day and I hope to talk to you soon. Reed.” Aubree eyes me and fans herself with the note. “And who is Reed?” I snatch the note from her hands and read it again. Gah. Reed? Really? He’s texted me a few times here and there and I’ll respond to be nice, but that’s it. “It’s just a guy I met,” I tell her and fall back into my chair. “He’s hot as sin and that’s it.” “Really?” “There’s no spark.” He’s no Troy. “Maybe if you give it time. This is really sweet of him. Try it again. You never know,” Aubree smiles and sits down as she opens the wrapper and we devour the deliciousness of fruit and chocolate. Biting into the sweet pineapple, I take out my phone and text Reed. Me: Thank you so much for the edible arrangement . . . You didn’t have to do that. Reed: I wanted to, sweetpea.

“He fucking calls me sweetpea,” I groan and show Aubree, who thinks it’s the funniest thing in the world and chokes on her strawberry. “Serves you right for making fun of me.” Me: Well, thank you . . . It was sweet of you. Reed: I hope you have a great day and text me when you’re free. Me: Ok.

I put down my phone and grab another piece of fruit. “Stop thinking,” Aubree scolds. “You’re an independent, strong, sassy, sexy, single woman! You deserve to be happy and fully satisfied.” “Oh my goodness,” I laugh. “This is the most I’ve seen you talk. What’s going on with you?” Aubree waves me off and heads back to the front counter to help Zara. I roll my eyes and text Jessica to update her on Reed and Troy. Jessica: Try again with Reed. He’s smoking hot. Me: Not all about looks though. Jessica: Listen I get it. Sometimes it’s hard to accept, but moving on is good for you. Me: But the flirting and the push and pull.

Jessica: Remember what I said. If he wants you he’ll show it . . . He won’t allow someone else to come in and fall in love with you. Me: Yeah. Jessica: Don’t be sad. Get pretty for your date and it’ll be a good thing k? Me: K.

I finish work and leave an hour early to go home and get ready. It’s quiet when I walk inside. Walking up the stairs one by one to my bedroom I strip out of my clothes and get in the shower. Letting the warm water fall down my skin, I rest my head against the shower wall and close my eyes. I won’t cry. I won’t cry. Life isn’t a fairy tale. I can’t expect love to happen in an instant or a blissful reunion. I repeat the words from our past in my head, and the flirtatious moments only we know about. Deciding to move on and fully date leaves a gap I didn’t realize I had until this moment. Sometimes, when I’m alone, I think about Troy and his voice fills my head. It’s complicated. I can’t be near you. You need to leave. And I wonder why I’m still holding on. When someone doesn’t want you and they don’t give you a reason to hold on, then let go and move on to the next chapter of your life. Only, it’s not that simple. You can’t let go of a love as long as I’ve loved Troy. This isn’t a high school crush, or loving him because he’s hot. This is the type of love that burns in your soul, bringing you back to life, and breathing in the pleasures of knowing someone is there to make you smile. When I look at Troy, I’m home. He’s my home. He’s my person. Love isn’t deceitful and shouldn’t make you cry. Love doesn’t come from toxicity. It’s pure and true. It’s simply love.

Chapter 17

Troy

What the hell am I doing? I stand in front of Will’s house wondering if I should walk in and see what they’re doing. Instead I’m standing out here like a fool. Last night’s conversation doesn’t sit well with me. My heart broke when I heard her telling me those things. I pushed her away and I wanted this, but it doesn’t feel right. I can’t treat her like a friend because as soon as I’m near her, I’m done for. The power she has over me, still, to this day, doesn’t make it easy. It’s late, close to midnight, and I couldn’t sleep. I tried working out and keeping myself busy. Nothing’s working. The kiss is on my mind. I dream about it and wish for more. I curse under my breath. I need to talk to her and make sure she’s okay. Since the day on the boat, things haven’t been good between us. I had to be honest with her and let her know what was going on in my head. Pacing the front porch, I look around and realize how quiet it is outside. I’m stalling. Fuck! I’m an idiot. Even though I can’t sleep, I know for damn sure I shouldn’t be here. The night sky hangs above me. Dark, black, and ominous. “Shit,” I mutter and decide to use my key to walk in. The house is quiet until I step closer to the living room and hear the television on. Looking over, I see Charlotte lying down on the couch with a glass of wine and a bowl of popcorn. “Hey.” “Ahhhhhhhhh,” she screams and jumps from the couch. I hear a door open and Will running down the stairs. “Troy?” “What the fuck, man? What the hell are you doing here?” “Couldn’t sleep so I thought I’d come over,” I smile, hoping Will doesn’t slam me on the ground. “Couldn’t sleep,” he repeats and eyes me. “Okay. There’s beer in the fridge if you want and since your ass woke me up, I’ll take one too.” I nod and curse under my breath. I knew coming here was stupid. Or maybe it’s not. I don’t do things without thinking or with regret. I want to be here whether or not Will’s happy about seeing me so late in the night with his sister on the couch. I’m wound up tight and need a release. And seeing her is my release. “Charlotte, do you want anything to drink?” “More wine,” she calls out and I hear her shuffling. When I look over my shoulder I see the shorts and shirt she has on and my eyes travel down her long legs. Quickly turning my head I grab the beers and look for wine. “Why are you here,” she whispers in my ear. “Told you, I couldn’t sleep.” “Or,” she suggests and takes the wine from my hand. “You felt like an asshole about how you’ve been treating me and want to explain yourself,” she tells me while pouring the white wine into her nearly full glass. “Just a thought.” Chewing on my lip I lean back on the counter and look over to where Will’s sitting. He’s watching some rerun and isn’t paying attention to us. Craning my head towards Charlotte, I smirk. “Being around

you is hard,” I emphasize the last word and see the desire back in her eyes. Her eyes follow mine and she nods her head, taking a drink of her wine again. “I’ve explained it to you and I need you to understand.” She nods as we head back to the living room. I hand the beer to Will and he asks what we were talking about. “She had some questions about a workout she’s doing.” “She could’ve asked me.” “Well,” I shrug and take a seat on the other couch away from Charlotte. “I’m the better trainer, so it makes sense.” Will watches me and nods, accepting my lie. Charlotte comes back with her wine and sits down. The three of us watch Boy Meets World for an hour and then Will decides it’s time to head to bed. “Troy, I’ll see you tomorrow.” “Sounds good. Night, man,” he grunts out as he leaves the room. He knows full well I wouldn’t do anything with him upstairs above us. Plus, the dude’s a light sleeper and would wake up to anything he hears. “A few nights ago I had a date with this guy named Reed I met online.” Online? Is she serious? “It was okay.” “I see.” I hold in my anger. The caveman inside me roars back to life. Fuck that shit. “Are you going to see him again?” “I don’t know.” “Reed,” I repeat his name. “Southern guy?” I met with him this morning for a workout session and he kept going on and on about a girl he’s seeing. Never in a million years would I think these two would meet and get together. Hearing this news is messing with my head. She can’t be dating. Fuck. “Yep.” “He’s one of my clients.” I see the color in her face turn pale. She looks away from me and focuses on the show. “So did you have a fun time?” “Do you want to know?” “We’re friends. I want to know what you’re doing.” In all honesty, I just want to see where her head is at with Reed and if he’s someone serious. I can’t imagine her falling for a dork like him. “The date was fine. He’s nice to talk to.” “That’s it?” She nods her head and I take that as she’s not interested in him at all. The next morning, Will comes over and we work out. It’s too early in the morning and I’m running on about two hours of sleep. All last night my mind went to Charlotte and her sweetness. After running six miles I hit the weights hard. My arms feel like Jell-O and my shoulders hurt, but I push through. “Relax, man,” Will tells me. “Take a break. You’re shaking.” “Yeah,” I breathe out and take a drink of water. “Tired as fuck. Couldn’t sleep last night.” “You look beat up. What’s up?” I shake my head. “Nothing. I don’t want girl time right now, Wilma.”

“Whatever, man. Your grouchy ass needs ass or else I’m buying you a hooker. How long has it been,” he asks, but I dismiss his question. We work out for a few hours before I head home and jump in the shower. The cold water feels good on my sore body. I’m thinking a massage is in order. Getting out of the shower, I change into sweats and a tee and head downstairs to make lunch. My phone buzzes on the island counter. Will: Party tonight. Your grouchy ass needs to be around hot females. Me: Where at? Will: My place. Will: Don’t be a pussy. Me: Fine I’ll be there.

When I get to Will’s house, I’m surprised with how big the party is that he’s having. A few women wave and smile at me as I walk through the house to find Will or Carter. “Troy!” I turn and see Jane calling for me. I smile and go to her, bringing her in for a hug. “Hi.” “Hi beautiful.” I kiss the side of her head as we walk outside away from the loud music and crowd. There are some people outside mingling and drinking. Nothing too out of control. “Thank you again for my meal plan and customized workout. Everything’s working out so well and I’m already down five pounds and I can do more dead lifts,” she informs me. “I hope you like what I made you! I’ll bring it by tomorrow.” “I’ll love everything you make me. Be sure to bring little miss Avery over too.” “I will. She misses her Uncle Troy.” “I miss her too.” We talk a little more about Avery and eventually Carter comes out and hands me a bottle of beer. “Not drinking tonight,” I ask her. “DD,” she looks at Carter and gives me a kiss. “Gotta make sure you guys are safe.” I look to see if Charlotte’s around and check the time. It’s almost eleven so she should be home from work. “Who are you looking for,” Jane asks giving me a knowing look. “No one.” “Lies,” she slaps my hand. “Tell me.” “No one,” I laugh. “Really. I’m here to relax and spend time with everyone. Excuse me, please.” I head back inside and scope out the scene. Will’s in the corner talking to some blonde. She’s laughing at whatever the hell he’s saying. Just then I see Charlotte with Reed. They’re laughing while his hand is resting on her knee. I ignore some people as I walk in and see them talking. She’s holding a glass of wine and he’s drinking a beer. They’re close together and the dress she’s wearing is too revealing. I’m going to kill him. Before I can say anything, I remember us talking about being friends. I’m the one who dismissed her and let her go. She’s old enough to do whatever she wants, but Reed knows to fucking stay away. “Troy?” I look up and fuck, she saw me before I could walk away. “Hey! You made it.” Charlotte gets up and throws her arms around my waist. I look at Reed and see the huge smile on his face.

“Coach Troy,” he gives me a manly one-arm hug and then stands next to Charlotte, taking her hand into his. Fucker. “What’s going on, man,” he asks. “Nothing much, buddy. Just wanted to come hang out and party. How are you both doing tonight?” “Just fine. I was just telling Charlotte here about Texas and she really wants to go visit.” “I sure do!” She laughs and drinks more of her wine. I can’t focus on anything right now except how he’s touching Charlotte and how much she’s enjoying herself. “I’ll be back, sweetpea.” Sweetpea? Who the fuck? “Oh, okay. Bye,” she giggles in my arms and takes my hand to sit back down. “I had the most hellish day at work. I need to unwind and relax,” she smiles and drinks her wine. “When did you get here?” “A little bit ago. I was outside with Jane and Carter.” “OhmyGod I love Jane. She’s so beautiful. I’m so glad I met her.” “Glad you two are friends. So you’re still with Reed huh?” “Yeah. We’re spending time together. It’s a work in progress, I guess.” “He’s not good enough for you, Charlotte.” “I don’t care what you think.” She glares at me and I have to smile. She’s fucking adorable when she’s mad like this. “Well, sweetheart,” I lean in closer. “Even though we can’t do anything, it doesn’t mean I want someone else inside you.” Her breath hitches. “Whatever, Troy,” she brushes me off. “You’re the one who pushed me away. You can’t keep doing this. Reed makes me smile, okay?” “Let’s go for a walk and sit outside.” I pull her up before she answers and drag her outside. I love the view right now. Will’s backyard is wide open and gives us a chance to sit without being interrupted. “So what’s going on?” “I wanted to be outside and talk to you.” “Is everything okay?” I nod. “I heard you and Will on the phone a few days ago.” “Work’s been getting to me,” I start to say. “Sometimes it’s hard to talk to Will because he gets his clients so well and I’m struggling.” “Why are you so hard on yourself sometimes?” “When my clients don’t meet their goals and I have to adjust their plans, it worries me.” I clear my throat. “I take full responsibility, especially if I know they’re telling me the truth and aren’t fudging their numbers. Then I really feel bad. I don’t want them to fail.” “You’re not seeing what I see, Troy. What I’ve always seen in you.” “What are you talking about?” “I think you underestimate yourself. You carry this weight on your shoulders and feel the need to make everything and everyone better. You’re so special, Troy.” Her words are hitting my chest hard. There’s a fiery ache and I want to hear her talk more. “To me, you’re the world.”

“I need to leave,” I tell her and swallow hard. Walking out of the house, I head back home and sit outside in my backyard, watching the stars shine off the water. Hanging my head low, I think about Charlotte, and curse myself for not going after her when I had the chance. I’m holding onto her and the feelings. Although, I can’t bring myself to be with her, knowing she’s here means more. I’d surrender everything to her-heart and soul. I just can’t allow myself to get hurt by her again. The ghostly remnants of our past lingers. I am who I am today because of my fear that people will leave. I don’t give myself fully to anyone. Bringing myself to that level of happiness isn’t for me. It’ll never be for me. I’m the devil and she’s the pure angel. I can’t taint her. I won’t. I’ll live in my own prison torment alone. That’s how it should be. That’s how it will be.

Chapter 18

Charlotte

It’s Saturday night and I’m home alone with my messy bun on top of my head and a radiance peel mask on my face. The bottle says this will brighten, smooth, and hydrate my face. For fifty-five dollars, it better. I’ve stayed away from Troy these past few days since our weird conversation outside. For him to say half of the shit he does, pisses me off. Each time I think we’re making progress, something happens and it’s back to square one. Flopping on the couch with my glass, makeup bag, and several different movie choices, I take a drink of my deliciously refreshing wine and lean back to look at my makeup. Taking a look at my nails, I decide the pink isn’t working for me anymore. I browse through my nail polishes and make the decision to paint these pretties with neon orange. Decision made. Done. That’s how I roll. After taking off the previous polish, I get up and pop in Something Borrowed. This movie is the best. The story line is classic and tissues are definitely needed. Boy and girl meet in college and fall in love, but neither says anything until girl’s best friend meets boy, and a few years later boy and best friend are getting married. Then boom. Plot twist. Sitting back on the couch and picking up the polish, I think about Troy and if that happened to us. I don’t think it would. He broke up with Andrea, but that’s because she’s a dirty slutbagwhore. At this point I’m annoyed. I see Kate Hudson’s character on TV and grip the polish bottle tightly in my hand. If a blonde bombshell tries to get near Troy, I will drown her in the lake. It’s a Saturday, and I’m home. How lame. I wonder what he’s doing. Would he want to hang out with me? Internally groaning, I pick up my phone and think about texting him. Noticing the time, ten thirty p.m., different thoughts go through my head. He could be out right now with Will. Two gorgeous single men are out around town and I’m sure women are throwing themselves at them. Jealousy rears its ugly head. I hardly ever get jealous. When it comes to Troy, my protectiveness comes out and no one can be near him. I open the top of the polish and carefully apply the pretty color on my nails. It’s sad that this is what I’m doing when I could be out and about. I shouldn’t be feeling these things. Troy and I aren’t together and we aren’t having sex so what’s the big deal. I’m moving on and forcing myself to get back into the dating world. He can do whatever he wants. But when we’re together, I feel better and completely connected to him. It’s something I can’t describe. How can you describe love? I groan and finish painting my nails. Turning my attention back to the movie, I refill my glass of wine and soon I’m on bottle two with She’s the Man playing.

Feeling restless, I lie down and close my eyes to Channing Tatum working out. A woman would think staying awake to watch that sexy man is necessary, but this girl needs sleep. The sun shines through the windows into the living room. Slowly getting up and stretching my arms over my head, I look around and see the remnants of last night’s adventures staring at me. Everything’s quiet and I take a few more minutes on the comfortable couch to relax before starting the day. Granted, it’s Sunday, and my day off so that means relaxation and cooking breakfast for brother dearest. Picking myself up from the couch, I head to the kitchen and take out the ingredients I need: eggs, bacon, sausage, spinach, onions, cheese, tomatoes, and potatoes. I get into my breakfast cooking groove and pop the pan of diced potatoes into the oven, looking at the little bowls with the omelet choices. Feeling satisfied, I open the refrigerator again to get the container of orange juice. When I turn around, a blonde fucking bombshell with just-fucked hair is staring at me with her head cocked to the side. I know Will. He’s not into blondes. Son of a bitch. Troy slept over and brought home his play thing. “Uh, hi?” “Who are you,” she asks me in her stupid whiney voice. “I’m Will’s sister and this is my home so I should be asking who you are and why you’re in my kitchen in next to nothing?” “Huh? I don’t get what you’re saying.” I roll my eyes and see Troy walking in. I turn my attention to him and growl. “You brought home a girl?” “What?” “I didn’t come home with him. Like, who do you think I am? The one I came back with is still sleeping,” she giggles. “We had a long night.” “Ew.” I raise my hand. “Stop. Go away. Now,” I snap at her. “You’re so rude,” she complains and marches herself out of the kitchen. I don’t want to look at Troy right now. The intensity of his gaze is searing into my back and I feel like an idiot. I hate this anxious feeling. God, this sucks. “Feel better?” “Shut up,” I tell him and finish my juice. “So my brother is a whore. Sorry I got you two mixed up.” He comes over to me and touches my cheek. “Your skin is so soft,” he whispers low, almost as if he didn’t mean to say it out loud. He leans in close. “I like how mad you get.” I’m in so much trouble.

Chapter 19

Troy

Pulling up to Will’s house, I notice Sal’s car and hurry inside. If I knew that fucker was here today I’d have been over a lot sooner. I walk inside and hear laughing from the kitchen. I head that way and see Sal showing her pictures on his phone. Her hand is on his forearm and they’re standing too fucking close together. “She’s so cute! Jane and I are getting together later this week so I can meet Avery.” “Yeah, that’s my girl,” he smiles. “One day I hope to have a little girl.” This brings a smile to Charlotte’s face and a pissed off expression to mine. That fucker doesn’t want kids. “I didn’t expect you would be here today,” I say to get their attention. I look her up and down. She’s wearing a short dress with her hair curly and makeup done lightly. Damn, she’s beautiful. “You’re not working today?” “Nope,” she smiles at me. “Day off.” “Why aren’t you doing something else?” “What do you mean?” “Don’t you have friends to hang out with or something, instead of flirting with our friend?” “Calm down,” Sal says. “No one’s flirting, Troy.” A smirk spreads across his face, the fucker knows how to push my buttons. “She’s relaxing with me while Will fixes whatever the hell he’s fixing upstairs. He told me to keep her company.” “Let’s go help him then,” I snarl and walk away. When we get to the foyer I turn around and face him. “What’s your fucking deal?” “What,” Sal says. “Just talking, man. No worries.” “Off limits, Sal. She’s not one of your whores, so don’t make her fall for your stupid charm,” I warn him. “Whatever you say.” He slaps my shoulder and goes upstairs. I turn my way back to the kitchen to deal with little miss flirty. “Are you done being mean yet?” She puts her hands on her hips and gives me a look. “I don’t know why you’re so rude and short with me. What did I do to you?” I step closer to her until her back hits the wall. “Troy?” “Nothing, okay? When did you and Sal start getting close?” “We aren’t. He came over and we were just talking. I mean, it’s not like you care or anything.” “You’re right, I don’t care.” “Then why are you freaking out?” “Because he’s our friend and I know how he is with women. He treats women like cheap whores. You’re more than that.” “While I appreciate your concern, you don’t have to worry. Remember, I’m dating Reed.”

“Still?” “Ah, yeah. Why?” I need to get away from her so I head upstairs and help the guys with whatever broke in Will’s room. “Got a date for you tonight,” Will announces. I turn my head in his direction and glare at him. “Don’t need one,” I tell him and hammer in the nail. “Yes, you do. You’re fucking cranky and moody as hell. Since Andrea left you’ve been a mess.” “I’m fine.” “Dude go on the date,” Sal encouraged me. “She’s hot. A fucking ten.” “She’s nice. Her name’s Rae. She’s a lawyer and is one of my clients. I don’t normally do this shit, but she’s nice and lonely like your cranky ass.” “Whatever,” I mutter under my breath. Maybe a date with Rae will get my mind off Charlotte. Rae’s sexy as hell. She’s wearing a tight black dress and the heels she’s wearing do amazing things to her toned and tanned legs. We spend the night talking and getting to know each other. Her hand rests on my thigh for most of the time after we finish eating. A smile spreads on her face and the look of fuck me, please is in her eyes. I don’t normally take a woman home on the first date, but normal is out of my head. All night I kept thinking about Charlotte and wanting to be with her. Maybe a night of casual sex will be what I need instead of thinking about Charlotte and the way she feels in my arms. When we finish the bottle of wine I take her hand in mine and she knows where we’re going next. “Your house is gorgeous,” she gushes and I take her face in my hands and slam my lips against hers. “I don’t want to talk anymore,” I bite her lower lip and hear her moan. Guiding her into the living room, I push her onto the sofa and push up her dress, feeling her wetness against my fingers. “I’m so ready for you,” she moans. “Since I saw you, all I could think about was fucking you hard and fast. Put your mouth on me.” I smile and slowly slide down her black thong and toss it aside. Kissing her inner thigh, I lick her clit and all I can think about is Charlotte. This isn’t right. I try hard to get her off and let her moans take away thoughts about the one I truly want to be with. Fuck, I’m not even hard and her moans are getting annoying. “Yes! Yes,” she screams and scratches the hell out of my neck. “Meow!” I quickly stop and look up at her. “Did you just meow?” “Uh, no.” “I think you did.” She gets up and pushes me against the wall and pulls down my pants. Before I can say anything else, she grips my cock in her hands and licks the head. “Oh, you want in my mouth,” she asks and licks again, caressing my balls. “Get hard for me.” “Keep doing that,” I tell her. I force myself to think of anything to get me hard and it’s just not hard. Imagining Charlotte in a bikini gets me hard in seconds, though. “There it is,” she whispers and covers my cock with her mouth. I hear her sucking and feel teeth against my cock. “Careful,” I tell her. “Fuck.”

“Don’t you like it rough?” She nips the head of my cock and I’m ready to kick her ass out. This is the worst blow job ever. I have to stop this before she bites off my dick. Before I can pull myself away I hear a gasp and heels clicking against my marble floor. The door slams and I push her away. Fuck, that was Charlotte. “Who was that?” Rae asks. “Will never said you had a girlfriend.” “I don’t.” “Then, were you expecting a third, because I’m totally down for that.” “I have to get you home,” I tell her. “This isn’t working out. I’m sorry. I had a nice dinner with you.” Rae glares at me and points her finger to my chest. “Listen, mister. I haven’t had sex in a year.” I’m not surprised. “So you and I are going to fuck. I want your dick in me now.” “I’m sorry, Rae. Maybe next time.” Or never. “I need to take you home.” “Fuck this. You’re not a man at all. Waste of time. I’ll find my own way home.” She walks away and whips out her cell phone. I figured I’ll give her some time to get a ride before I go out and look for her. Taking out my phone I send Charlotte a message. Me: Talk to me. Charlotte: What for? Me: I’m sorry you had to see that. It’s not what you think. Charlotte: Really, Troy? I’m pretty sure I know what I saw. Me: It’s not what you think. Charlotte: Oh, okay. So she tripped and her mouth landed on your dick? Oh wait. She spilled something on you so you had to take down your pants and she thought it would be fun to check out your cock? Please stop me if I’m wrong. Me: It’s not like that please can you come back over and we can talk . . . I kicked her out, so I’m here alone.

She doesn’t respond and for a moment I think she’ll never talk to me again. When I hear the door open, I quickly head over and see sweet Charlotte standing in my entryway. I close the space between us. “You scared me. Tonight was stupid. Your brother thought it would be good for me to date and I brought her home.” “And what?” The annoyed tone in her voice is obvious. “What do you want?” “I want to make sure you’re okay. Things have been weird between us and it’s my fault. I’m sorry, okay?” “Whatever. It’s not like I want you or anything. We’re friends and you can do whatever or whoever you want. We’ll never be together.” She’s slowly killing me. I need her to understand where I’m coming from. Hearing her words doesn’t make it easy. I don’t want to feel when it comes to her. She’s pushing my walls down and making me see I can’t treat her wrong and push her aside. “Sweet Charlotte. Things are complicated and I don’t know where to take what I’m feeling. There are things about me you don’t know. I’m not the same guy as before. You deserve better than me.” “You can think that, but I know what I want.”

“It can’t be me.” “Why?” Her voice rises. “Why, Troy?” “Because you left without a word,” I scream, moving closer to her I see the stance she’s talking. She’s not backing down. “I wanted you to come clean with Will and not be with Shawn. We had a plan. We made a promise. We could have told Will together. You will never be able to stand up to your brother and because of that we can never be together. I wanted a fucking chance with you. I wanted to fucking make you happy and love you forever.” “I get it,” she screams. “You’re right, I’ll never be able to stand up to Will, but it’s not like you took the matter into your own hands. You know how I feel about Will. He gave up his life for me! I don’t want to disappoint him.” “So you’ll be miserable forever? Is that it?” “You’re not the only one this was hard on.” She grabs my face and makes me look at her. “Stop acting like I’m not hurting.” I shake my head and think about Will. I think about our bro code. I think about not wanting love and not giving her what she needs. “I can’t give you what you need.” “How do you know?” Her hands rest on my face and I close my eyes, afraid to continue looking at her. “How?” “Because I don’t believe in love. I’m tainted and dark. Sex is sex to me. You don’t deserve that. You deserve a knight in shining armor, not the devil or joker.” “You’ll never be that to me, Troy,” she smiles and leans to softly kiss my lips. “Never.” Slowly moving out of her grasp I look away. “You need to leave, Charlotte.” “Are you serious?” I nod, and don’t respond. “You want me out?” “I do.” “Fine.” Without another word, she leaves me alone in the dark. This is how it should be. Later on, I get up from the couch and turn off the TV. It’s been a long night and all I need is to forget Charlotte and the look on her face when I told her to leave. I need to forget she’s the biggest part of my life and the only woman I want. Even though we want things in life, it doesn’t mean we deserve to have them. Everyone wants love and to be happy, but when it gets hard, they run because dealing with the hard shit takes too much effort. Before I get into bed, my phone buzzes in my pocket. I grab my phone to see a text from Jane. Jane: You need to come to the hospital. Me: What? Why? Is it Avery?? Jane: It’s Charlotte.



Chapter 20

Troy

Running down the hospital hall, I nearly push down a pregnant woman walking with her husband, boyfriend, baby daddy, whatever he is and some old man almost pissed himself when I yelled for him to move. Finding Jane, I rush over to her and fire questions. “Calm down,” she tells me. “Will’s in the room with her now. She was walking out of the grocery store and when she got to her car, someone pushed her and kicked her in the ribs. They stole her car and purse.” Jane dries her eyes and clears her throat. “The doctor said she’ll be okay. Nothing’s broken and no concussion, but she needs to stay overnight just to be sure.” “How did they know to call you?” “Because I was the last person she was texting. I’m surprised the asshole didn’t take her phone.” “Yeah.” I look around and turn back to Jane. “Should I go in?” I have the sinking feeling this is my fault. I’m the one that dismissed her and made her leave. If she stayed or if I made sure she made it back to Will’s, then this wouldn’t have happened. Fuck. This is why she can’t be near me. Too much bad shit happens. “Go see her,” Jane urges. I hesitate, turn to look at her, then head down the corridor to her room. When I walk in, Will’s sitting next to her bed, holding her hand, and I hear them talking. “I’m glad you’re okay honey. I’m so sorry this happened to you. I want to find the fucker and beat his ass. Fuck!” “It’s okay, Will. I’m fine. I have to look at the bigger picture. I’m alive.” “Yeah.” “Charlotte.” Both heads turn to look at me. Charlotte’s eyes soften for a second then she turns ice cold. “Troy. To what do I owe the pleasure of having you here?” I ignore her snarky comment and walk in. “I’m sorry this happened to you. I’m going to do whatever it takes to find the asshole and make them pay.” Will nods and agrees. “Will’s on it, so don’t worry. I won’t need your help.” “Don’t be like that, Charlotte.” She eyes me again and before she answers, I lean down to kiss her forehead. “Let me know if you need anything.” “I’ll be fine.” “Sleep well.” I kiss her again, shake Will’s hand and walk out of the hospital room. The next morning I’m on a flight to Michigan. My dad called me from Spain and told me that Mom’s terribly sick and needs me to come home. Dropping everything and booking the earliest flight out I find myself worried about her, and Charlotte. I think about the last time we talked and what I said to her. It’s the truth. I can’t give her what she needs. I can’t give her the love and tenderness that she wants. The fairy

tale in her head is something I’ll never be able to give her. The best thing I need to do is forget about how I feel about her and let her go without any hesitations. We can be friends and I’ll love her from far away. She’ll get married and have her happily ever after. Everything’s going to work out the way it should. Landing without any issues I catch a taxi and tell my mom I’ll be home soon. I text Charlotte too so she’s not worried. Charlotte: I’m glad you made it and hope she’s okay. Me: She’ll be fine. Dad’s in a major merger and can’t come home. She needs me and hopefully I’ll be what she needs. Charlotte: You will be. I’ll have Will check on your house so don’t worry about anything. Me: Thanks . . . So how are you feeling? Charlotte: Better. Home and comfortable. Hated the hospital. =/ Me: I know. Glad you’re home. I’ll text you guys when I’m back home. Charlotte: Sounds good . . . Send her our love. Me: Will do.

I keep the conversation simple and to the point. I’m glad she’s okay and has people around her. The taxi cab drops me off and I look at my house. My parents live in a gated community with twentyfour-hour security and cameras. The area is nice and there’s little to no problems. The people living here are rich and not your comfortable rich. Our neighbors are high end CEO’s, surgeons, lawyers, judges, and stock brokers. I remember loving the neighborhood with the weekend parties, especially during Christmas. Everyone got together and decorated the streets to make it look like a Winter Wonderland. It was Charlotte’s favorite time of the year. She’d be dressed in a beautiful red dress with her hair in soft curls and makeup done up. Her and her mom matched in the same dress while Will and his dad wore tuxedos. My parents threw a Christmas party ever year, and every year I was mesmerized by her innocence and beauty. She never knew how beautiful she was or how much I desired her. Walking inside, I rush upstairs to Mom’s room. Opening the French doors, I see the smile on her face when she puts down her book and takes off her glasses. “Oh, honey,” she says and opens her arms out to me. Sitting next to her, I welcome her hug. “You didn’t have to come. I have so many people coming over and checking on me. Don’t you have a lot of work?” “You’re my mom, of course I’m going to come home and take care of you. Can I get you anything?” “No I’m okay. Gloria and Frank made me chili. It’s in the fridge so go have some.” “Thanks, Mom.” I kiss her forehead and walk downstairs to relax in the living room. I text my dad and let him know everything’s okay. He said the merger was successful and he’s on his way home. Not finding anything to watch on TV, I login to Facebook and see Reed’s status. My girl got into an accident last night. If I find out who messed with her, that fucker will have to deal with me. Can’t wait to see her and take care of her. “Mother fucker,” I mutter and toss my phone to the side. I have to figure out my issues and either let her go or fight for her.

The next day I head to the gym and put in my ear buds. Running gets my mind off things and for the past twelve hours all I’ve been doing is sulking and thinking which leads to me getting pissed off. I hop off the treadmill and punch the punching bag. I let out all my aggression and push myself to exhaustion. I’m miserable. With each punch I hear Charlotte’s words and the cold tone of her voice. I see Will’s disgusted expression when we talk about his litter sister and Sal’s hungry eyes when he sees Charlotte. Or how Reed feels when he touches her. I hate knowing I’m the reason why she’s upset. It’s eating away at me that with her I’m strong and without her I’m weak. For being a man who has control over things I’m fucking failing at this part of my life. Since Charlotte came back, my goal has been to keep her away, but also make sure no one else tastes her. She’s mine, even if she’s not mine. With one final punch I collapse on my knees and hang my head low. All this time I’ve been protecting myself and not giving a shit about Charlotte and what she’s feeling. I never asked her why she left and never looked back. I know part of it was because she didn’t want to disappoint Will, but I never let her explain. I’ve been assuming the worst when it really could be a simple misunderstanding. Now what the hell am I going to do?

Chapter 21

Charlotte

“Are you sure I can’t get you anything else?” I look at Reed and hate myself for not liking him the way he likes me. He’s been spending time with me before and after work since I was released from the hospital. It’s been three days and I’m annoyed. I don’t have the heart to tell him to leave me alone or to give me space. “I’m fine, Reed. Thanks for the past few days. I appreciate it.” “No worries,” he gives me a kiss and looks at his watch. “I’ll grab us dinner and be back, okay?” “Sure thing.” He gives me another kiss and walks out of my bedroom. Letting out a groan, I lie down and put a pillow over my face, screaming out my frustration. The pillow suddenly lifts off my face and I see my smiling big brother. “What?” “So I’m guessing your boyfriend’s bothering you?” “More like annoying me. He’s overly sweet and too perfect, so what the hell is wrong with me?” “Maybe you’re not ready to date. Have you talked to Shawn?” I give him a look and my annoyance hits another level. “What?” “Will,” I start to say. “Shawn and I are done. He needs time to get over me and I’m giving that to him. We’re over. O-V-E-R.” “I still don’t understand, though. You seemed happy.” “I’m good at hiding my feelings.” He cocks his brow and takes my hand. “Did you not want to be with him?” I shrug. “So why did you start?” “Because you wanted me to get to know him and you thought it would be a good match. I don’t know. I felt like you were pushing me to be with Shawn and I just did.” “I don’t get it, Charlotte.” “Disappointing you is the last thing I want to do,” I explain. “You gave up your life for me and I didn’t want to do something stupid.” As I’m saying all of this to Will he sits next to me and listens. It feels good telling him what I’m feeling. He seems to understand until I get too comfortable. “Why has Troy always been off limits?” Will quickly gets up and stares at me. “He’s my best friend and I never want to hear you ask that question again.” “Why, though? What’s wrong with him?” “You don’t know him like I do. You think he’s a good guy, and yeah, he is because he’s my best friend, but he doesn’t have a good track record with women. I’ve seen him hurt them and he has no emotions when he does it. I don’t want to see you hurt.” I let his words sink in and let it go. I get Will’s reservations and anger towards the idea of me liking

Troy. It’s not like it matters or anything. I wanted to understand more about why he gets so mad about the idea and now I get it. Will gives me a kiss on the top of my head and leaves my bedroom. I get text messages from my friends asking me if I’m okay or if I need anything. I smile with each message and wait to hear from Troy again. He had to leave quickly to stay with his mom while his dad’s out of town. Reed comes back with food and I give him a smile. He spends a few hours with me in my room. We watch a movie and I see how tired he’s getting. “You don’t have to stay, Reed.” He looks at the time and slowly gets up. “It’s getting late. I just wanted to be sure you’re okay.” “I’m fine. No worries,” I smile. “Thanks for everything.” “I’ll see you tomorrow morning with a muffin.” He leans down to kiss me and says goodnight. I watch him leave and lie down with my phone. Troy still hasn’t texted and I shouldn’t be upset. But I am. With a sigh I slowly get out of bed and walk downstairs to sit outside by the pool. There’s no way I can stay in my room and sleep. Thinking about Troy is annoying me. He’s not thinking about me and I should forget about him. Like he told me, we’re friends and that’s it. Thankfully the night goes fast and soon it’s the morning, with the lights streaming into my bedroom and greeting me to get out of bed. I turn over and see a note on a brown bag. Reaching over, I look at the note and roll my eyes.

“Ugh,” I groan and close my eyes. “Why, good morning to you too, sugar.” I smile when I hear Jane’s voice. “Morning.” I sit up and reach my arms out so I can hold Avery. “Oh hello, pretty girl. You’re so cute in your yellow dress. Did Mommy dress you?” “Actually, Carter did.” Avery claps her hands and smiles. “Yes, sweetie, he did a good job.” For the next few hours we relax outside and in the pool. It’s so nice outside and I’m enjoying every minute. I have to go back to work tomorrow and I’m dreading it. Aubree’s keeping me updated and tells me things are going okay and not to worry. “Did you hear from the cops yet?” “No. Last I heard they’re looking at the cameras and there’s been no activity on my credit cards. I cancelled all of the cards and am waiting for my new ones.” “Ugh, that sucks. I’m so sorry this happened to you.” It sucks that someone felt the need to rob and hurt me. Who the fuck does that shit to a hard working person? It’s bullshit. Whoever did this to me I hope they get what they deserve. I’m thankful nothing major happened. Honestly it sucks that my things were stolen, but I’m alive and only have a few bruises. He didn’t kidnap me or do anything worse. I’m okay and I’m safe. Everything he stole is replaceable. “You okay?” “Yeah. Just thinking about that night.”

“Don’t do that to yourself. You’re okay and it’ll be fine. The cops will catch his ass and he’ll get what he deserves.” “Hope so.” We play with Avery in the pool a little longer before she gets cranky and starts crying. Will rushes out and scoops her in his arms. “Oh Avery,” he coos and it causes us to laugh. Seeing a baby in Will’s arms is cute. “Let’s go inside and take a nap, huh?” He gives us a wink and heads inside. “Looks like she’s pretty popular.” Jane nods. “She loves the attention from the guys and the guys are so sweet to her.” “Thanks again for coming over. It means a lot.” “Of course! I like spending time with you, and Avery loves you.” “I love her too.” I hear the doorbell ring and Jane gets up to see who’s at the door. When she comes back with an Edible Arrangement delivery, flowers, and balloons. I roll my eyes and can’t believe Reed’s sending me another arrangement. “These are nice,” Jane says and hands me a strawberry. Taking the card, she reads it and looks at me. “Troy?” She coughs and I hand her a glass of water so she doesn’t die. “Troy?” I snatch the note from her hand and start smiling like a school girl.

“Wow.” “Uh, yeah,” she screeches, and covers her mouth. “Did you know that when Andrea had to have her appendix out he didn’t go to the hospital until she was released, and then nothing. Zip. Nadda. Not even a flower!” “So?” I roll my eyes and pretend not to care, even though I’m internally cheering. Beat that, Andrea! “Mm hm,” she nods and continues to eat my fruit. Damn you, Troy. Damn you. Reed texts me a few times asking to come over again to hang out. When he was here last time it just felt weird. I know I should give him another chance and try again with him. Me: I’m not in the mood to be honest. I’ll text you tomorrow, k? Reed: What’s wrong? Me: Just tired . . . Talk later. Reed: Ok. Well I’m here for you.

Feeling bad for ditching Reed after everything he’s done for me since the accident I decide to meet

him for a drink and see where we’re headed. When I get to Dragonfly, I notice Reed at the bar and he smiles when he sees me. “Hi, sweetpea.” “Hey.” I look at the bartender. “Dirty martini, please.” “Sure thing.” I look around the lounge, it’s nice in here. Might be my new favorite place depending on how they make the drink. There are people scattered all over, and there are three TVs, one in each corner, playing whatever game is on, and people are enjoying themselves. It’s not a dance kind of bar, but more of the relaxation and mingle type. “Here’s your drink.” I turn around and smile at Reed. “How was your day?” “Good.” I talk about my day at the spa and how thoughtful I thought the gift was. He smiled as I talked and it’s nice to have someone listen. Maybe Jessica and Aubree are right and I have to give this another chance. “You sound like you have everything all lined up. I like seeing a strong woman in charge,” he leans in and whispers, “in all things she does.” As sexy as that sounds, it doesn’t cause any aches or needs. I don’t want to pounce him in the bar and ravage his body. In all honesty I want to cringe and say bye. I sigh. “I’m sorry, this isn’t working.” He sighs too. “Oh, thank God. I think the same” We both burst out laughing and when we finally come to, I see him smiling. “Really?” He nods and takes my hand. “You remind me of my sister. I call her sweetpea and she makes the same face as you do.” This makes me laugh again. “I’d love to be your friend, though. I have fun with you.” “I’d like that.” I clink my glass with his beer and we take our drinks to the corner and sit down on the sofa. “I’m so relieved that we both feel the same way.” “I know. I felt bad. I mean, don’t get me wrong, you’re so hot, but it wasn’t there.” “I totally agree. When you kissed me I thought, wow this kiss is amazing, but there was no spark.” “Agreed. But, damn I sure wish there was something because I think we’d be pretty good together.” Slapping him on the wrist causes Reed to laugh and for some reason it makes me smile too. After leaving Dragonfly I head home and crash on my bed. Staying out until two in the morning isn’t what I needed to do tonight. Not ready to go to bed yet, I head back downstairs to grab a bottle of wine. It’s too nice outside to not be relaxing or in the hot tub. Rushing back up to my room, I change into my bikini, and then head outside with a bottle of wine in one hand and a glass in the other. Stepping into the hot tub, I pour myself a very full glass of wine and indulge in the semi-dry taste of Pinot Grigio. The taste is smooth and intoxicating. I love drinking wine and savoring each sip. Unlike a shot, which is fast, wine is delicate and takes time to slowly drink. My phone buzzes and I smile when I see Jessica’s name. Jessica: Update! Me: Relax! We’re going to be friends and I’m okay with it . . . He’s sweet, but not for me.

Jessica: Whoa that’s crazy. You’re both hot, though. Me: And? Jessica: I guess as long as you’re okay. Talk to me, what’s going on in that head of yours? Me: I think I want a boyfriend or someone who’ll really take my mind off Troy. That’s all I want . . . It’s hard to be rejected so many times. A girl can only take so much, ya know? So maybe I’m doing things drastically by signing up for an online dating account, but I’m new to town and I’m single so it makes sense. Jessica: Just be careful . . . I hear you I really do. I love you, girl keep your head up . . . K? Me: K. Go to bed, we’ll talk tomorrow! Jessica: Love you X Me: Love you O

I take comfort knowing I have my best friend to lean on if things truly hit rock bottom. I’m holding onto that and hope I don’t have to endure anymore pain. The next week goes by quick and I’m back to work. The cops found the asshole that hurt me and is being charged along with attempted murder of his daughter. Special guy. Luckily, I don’t have to testify or face him. He was caught in my car, buying food with my card. Will got me a new car and all of my credit cards have been reissued to me. I can move on from that night and focus on work and myself again. Since that night, Will gave me a spray bottle of mace and I’m working on boxing moves to protect myself. I’ll never allow someone to hurt me like that and touch me or my property ever again. If I sit around and dwell about it, asking myself if I did something different, I’ll drive myself crazy and live in fear. Leaving work a few minutes early, I get in my car and feel my phone buzz. Groaning, I pray it’s not work. Troy: Come over. Me: Why? Troy: I’d like to see you. See how you’re doing. Me: I’m fine. Troy: Come over.

Rolling my eyes, I put my phone away and head to his house. Parking my car, I walk inside to find him outside drinking a beer. “See? I’m fine.” I twirl around until I’m facing him again. Instead of sitting down with a beer bottle, he’s in my face, his hands on my wrists. His intense eyes are looking into mine, making my knees weak and body shiver. Oh my. “Let’s go for a swim. We need to relax.”

Troy Getting outside, she strips out of her clothes and jumps in. Not caring and not being able to control myself, I jump in following her. She moves around in my arms and wraps her legs around my waist. Her naked

skin connects with mine. It’s soft and smooth, warm to the touch, and driving my dick crazy. Her tits are rubbing on my chest as we float above the water. Our faces are close and I can see the tremble on her lips. Warm sensations run through me and it’s something I haven’t felt in years. The feeling of Charlotte comes back. Her intoxicating eyes linger on me and I can feel her heartbeat against my chest. This moment with no one else around and her in my arms puts me back to when we were younger. At this very moment I understand love and second chances. She’s back for a reason and I have to admit how happy that makes me. Pushing her away to protect myself isn’t doing anything good for me. Letting her in, the way she should be, is what I want. The situation with Will can be handled. I hold her close and she hangs onto me. When I reach the shallow end of the pool, she’s still holding on and not letting go. I tighten my hold around her waist, she is observing everything I’m doing and seems lost in her mind. “What’s on your mind?” “Thinking about things,” she tells me with a nod. “Thinking about how we were in the past and realizing how much I’ve missed you.” “Yeah.” She takes in a breath and leans in closer to my face. Her lips gently touch my cheek. “I don’t know what’s going on and part of me doesn’t care.” She still doesn’t pull away and the feel of her skin against mine is creating a bit of an issue with my greedy cock. Her center rubs against me and I know she feels how hard I am and how badly I want her. The desire I have shoots through me and not caring about the consequences, I lean in and hungrily take her lips to mine. She doesn’t pull away. Pushing her up against the pool wall, her legs tighten their grip around my waist and little moans escape her lips. Our lips move in a seductive motion. I’m rock hard for her. Keeping my hands on her waist, I deepen the kiss as my tongue begs for more. “Troy,” she moans. When she says my name, the unexplored sexual chemistry between us gets stronger. After this kiss, I know I can’t let go.

Chapter 22

Charlotte

I’m kissing Troy. Troy’s kissing me. He’s hard as a rock and my pussy is so wet and throbbing. Oh this kiss is more than I want. I’ve fantasized about this moment for years and it’s finally here. The kiss feels right and perfect. I don’t care if we’re in the water and we’ll both end up with blue balls. The friction of heat grows and he holds me tight against his body. I’m melting into him. When he pulls away I want to scream no and kiss him more. I want more. He smiles and gently kisses my lips again before putting me down. “I’d love more than anything to take you to my bed tonight.” “So do it,” I blurt out and cover my mouth. “Not tonight, sweetheart.” He kisses my forehead and looks at me. “Why don’t I take you out to dinner?” “Okay,” I gush. I feel his eyes on me when I climb out of the pool. He follows behind me and hands me a towel. Wrapping it around my body, I relax back into his arms and feel complete. “Go shower,” he tells me. “Okay.” I head inside and realize I don’t have anything else to wear. “Shit,” I mutter and head to the kitchen to find Troy on his phone. I clear my throat to get his attention. “What’s up? Why aren’t you in the shower?” “I need to go back home and change. So is it okay if I meet you there?” “Yeah, that’s fine,” he answers. “I wanted us to drive together.” “Why don’t you get me?” “And deal with Will?” “Oh come on, it won’t be bad. Just get me in an hour.” I walk over to him, kiss his cheek, and grab my clothes. “It’ll be okay.” “Okay.” I rush home and jump in the shower to get ready for our first date tonight. Will’s not home and I’m thankful not to face him. I have no idea how I’m going to handle it with him. As I stand in my bathroom putting on my makeup, I realize it’s going to be difficult hiding this from him. He’s not going to approve of this relationship. I don’t even want to know what he saw when they lived together. Will always said to stay away from his friends. He has to know that Troy will treat me better than the other women and that we love each other. For now, we’ll have to keep it a secret and hopefully tell Will soon. I don’t like keeping secrets from him. Forcing myself to get over that because it’s either be happy with Troy or be miserable. I choose happy. I finish getting ready and am walking down the stairs when the doorbell rings. Heading over to the door, I open it and an instant smile forms on my face. Outside, Troy’s standing with a bouquet of flowers.

“This is our first date so I wanted to make it special.” “Aw, wow.” Throwing myself into his arms, I take pleasure in feeling him again. I lean back, breathing deep to take in his sexy scent, and then lean up to kiss him. “Hi.” “Hi.” “You look beautiful.” “Thanks. You’re pretty handsome yourself. So Will’s not here, but I don’t want to be here when he comes home so can we head to your house now?” “Sure, sweetheart.” Troy opens the car door for me and we head back to his house. I’m a little nervous and can’t help but wonder what else is going to happen tonight. Looking over at him, I let out an internal sigh. This is finally happening. I’m getting what I’ve always wanted. When we get back to Troy’s, he leads me outside to his backyard and covers my eyes. “Do you trust me?” “Of course.” “Okay.” He kisses my cheek and lifts his hands, uncovering my eyes, and when I look around, I stop walking. “Troy?” I look around and see lights around the pool with floating candles and soft music playing. There’s a handwritten sign and it makes me smile. “Charlotte’s prom.” I turn to face Troy and he’s holding out his hand to me. “May I have this dance?” “Yes.” The song changes to Should’ve Ran After You by Cole Swindell. Swaying to the music in his arms, I listen to the lyrics and close my eyes. “I should’ve ran after you,” Troy tells me. “Instead I was a coward and my pride took over. When you came back I treated you like shit. You didn’t deserve that and I wish to God I can turn back time. I don’t want to be without you, Charlotte.” I hold him tighter and relax in his arms. Tonight is what I want and I couldn’t ask for more. “I’m here now. I get it, Troy,” I whisper and place my lips to the crook of his neck. “Good.” After dancing, Troy leads me inside to another surprise! There are candles and rose petals on the table with two glasses of wine and I smell Troy’s famous mac n’ cheese. “Really?” “Sit,” he tells me. “Remember all the times I’d make it for you?” I nod. “You love my mac n’ cheese so I thought since I took you to prom, I’d make you dinner with your favorite meal.” “It’s been so long since I’ve had this. Thank you so much.” “You don’t have to thank me at all.” The best part about this night is spending time with Troy. From dancing with me as if we were at prom to this. My heart melts and I love every moment. “You’re frowning like something’s bothering you,” he points out.

“Will,” I finally let out. I feel Troy’s hand rubbing my arm. Leaning into his chest, I look up at him and see the same worry. I bite my bottom lip to keep the groan inside and look out at the pool instead. “Charlotte,” his gentle voice pulls me back. “I promise; we’ll figure it out. It’ll work and we’ll tell him together.” “I don’t want to right now. There’s no rush.” “Are you sure?” “Positive. No more talking about Will. I want you to hold me.” He kisses my cheek and holds me tighter. “Always.”

Chapter 23

Troy

I sit on the couch and bring her to my arms, holding her against my chest. She relaxes and I realize she’s not planning on going back to Will’s tonight. Being here with Charlotte, taking care of her, and holding her heightens my feelings and senses. It’s sparking what I’ve been burying since she came to town. As the minutes pass with her in my arms, I realize that this is what I want. I’m putting my heart on the line again and making up my mind. Charlotte is mine. There’s no more questioning or doubt. The misunderstanding we had will be solved, but for now, she’s here and I’m not letting her go. I just want her. All of her. The smiles, the tears, the sassiness . . . everything. “It shouldn’t be so hard. Falling in love and being with someone you love should be easy as breathing the air around you.” “Sometimes breathing is hard. When you try to fall in love and find someone worth it, but fail, then where’s the air?” “It’s all around us,” she says staring at me. Her eyes go to my lips and my dick wakes up, screaming hello to the girl I’ve loved since I was a teenager. “Love is like the air. We know it’s there, and we know we need it. Some of us need to go through hell to realize what’s been in front of us for so long.” Without any thought I crash my lips to hers. She doesn’t pull away and moans into my mouth. Bringing her to my lap, she willingly straddles me, and grinds into my hard on. Fuck, she feels good. I don’t have the right to have her close to me. The connection between us is strong and she’s driving my body crazy. She’s pushing me too far with her tongue in my mouth and her sweet pussy grinding on me, screaming for me to slide inside her. But I can’t just yet. Fuck. Moving my mouth from hers, I rest my forehead on her shoulder trying to catch my damn breath and calm down. “What?” she asks breathlessly. Looking at her, seeing the desire in her eyes, and then thinking about how Will would react. I wouldn’t treat her like a secret mistress. If we did this, it’ll be her. Just her. I caress her face and softly kiss her lips again. “You’re not like anyone else I’ve ever met. If we do this, I want you to know you’re the only one. I don’t cheat or fuck around, Charlotte. I’ve never been unfaithful and I’m clean. Having you here, straddling me, knowing how much you want me is pushing me over the edge. All I want to do is strip you down and cherish your sexy naked body.” She shudders at my voice. Picking her up, she wraps her legs around my waist and I carry her to my room. I stride in through the door, kick it closed and then set her down on my bed. Taking her hands and pulling her up, I grab the hem of her dress and swiftly take it off, staring at her in a lacy black bra and panties. “You’re so beautiful,” I mutter. Sliding my hands from her shoulders down her arms, she keeps her eyes on me as I reach behind her back and unhook her bra. Standing her up, she slips out of her panties

and kicks them to the side. I get down on my knees and press my lips against her stomach, breathing in her scent, and feeling her body tremble. “I can’t wait to taste you again. You smell so good.” “Ah, Troy.” Her moans fill the room, encouraging me to continue, and take what’s been on my mind since I realized how much I wanted her. Bringing her leg up on my shoulder, making her stand on one leg, my mouth finds her wet pussy and my tongue goes crazy. She screams and grips my shoulders to hold herself up. “I can’t get enough of you.” Her taste and smell is addicting. It’s my drug. It’s what I’m aching for. “Please, Troy. Please.” I stop licking her sweet pussy and look up at her. “What? Tell me what you want.” She doesn’t answer me. Putting her leg down, I tower over her, keeping my eyes on hers, and see her eyes close tight. “Look at me,” I command. She does as I say. “In this bedroom when you’re here with me, I’m the one in control. I’ll never hurt you, but I’ll show you pleasure you’ve never experienced. With me, you come first.” Her eyes widen and a smirk plays on her sexy face. “When I ask you something, you do it. So what do you want?” “I want you to lay me on your bed, spread my legs open, and eat my pussy until I come and scream your name, sir.” Hearing the naughty words is better than I thought. It’s a perfect mix of submission and sexy. My adrenaline takes over and the controlling side of me comes out in full force. “Good girl.” Laying her down on my bed, she willingly spreads for me and I lick her slit and feel her hands on my head, keeping me down there. She loudly moans and tells me she’s about to come. Stroking my dick while eating her pussy, I feel her body lift from the bed and drink her delicious juice. I’m never going to get enough of her. She’s going to be my craving and I’m going to need her every day. Grabbing her wrists, I hover over her, keeping her hands above her head. I suck on her nipples and hear her moan. Never in my wildest dreams did I ever think she’d be here with me now. She belongs to me and after tonight we’ll have to face the reality of being together. But for now, it’s us and only us. “Let me touch you, please,” she begs me with a heady tone in her voice. “I want to touch you and show you how bad I want you.” My fingers trail down her stomach to her awaiting pussy. I slide two fingers in while sucking on her nipple, feeling the power of what I’m doing to her surge through my body. “I can tell how much you want me, sweetheart,” I mutter, and continue my exploration of her body. “I’m going to take my time with you. This is what I’ve been fantasizing about for years. And now you’re finally here.” “This is where I want to be,” she pants. She has no idea the power she has over me. The control I have for her in this bedroom is no match to the hold she has. I’d give her anything and everything. My aching cock is screaming at me. Selfish bastard. Grabbing a condom from my nightstand, I roll it on and see the look in her eyes. She licks her lips and I immediately go crazy with the need to be inside her. Sliding in, feeling her heat, I nearly blow my load. She’s too tight and I’m afraid I’m hurting her. “Shit, sweetheart. You’re so tight. I can’t move,” I tell her. “Am I hurting you? If I’m too rough, you need to let me know.” She breathes in deeply and I watch as she closes her eyes and opens them again. “I’m okay. This is perfect.”

Being with other women before Charlotte, I never had the urge to make sure they were fully satisfied. My needs always mattered and I didn’t care too much about the other women. With Charlotte it’s different. I care. I want her to feel satisfied and I want to please her, make her feel what I feel. With those nameless women it was simply a fuck and I didn’t care if they came or not. It doesn’t mean I didn’t try, but my main focus wasn’t on them. Charlotte has complete power and control over me. She holds the ability to make me lose it and I never lose control. Never. “Charlotte, sweetheart, if I fuck you too fast I’ll hurt you.” She looks at me with trust in her eyes. “Troy, you won’t hurt me. You’re not the only one who’s been waiting for this night. I need you, and no stopping or pausing. Give me everything you have.” I want to fuck her hard and fast, and give her the pleasure she’s looking for. Slowly rocking back and forth, I watch her expression and the O forming on her lips. Gripping the sheets, her moans get louder, telling me to go faster. “You’re so wet, sweet girl. I don’t know how long I can last.” “I don’t care,” she moans. “Fuck me hard. Troy, I need you so bad. My pussy needs you. She’s screaming for more, so give me more!’” “I need to go slow. I want this to last.” I love hearing her moans and whimpers. Knowing how much she’s enjoying this sends my heart beating hard in my chest. I’m confident in bed and I know I can make a woman come more than once. But, with Charlotte, it’s different. Everything with her is different. I want this to be perfect. Pumping in and out, I let out a grunt and grip her waist needing more from her. “We can go again and for as many times as you want. I need this, Troy. Need to feel all of you.” I can’t argue with her. Sinking deeper into her is something I’ve never felt before. Controlling my moves, I slide in deep and slow, pulling out and teasing her with pleasure. She meets my every thrust and wraps her legs around me. “You have the most addicting pussy.” She needs to know how I feel and how much I want her. “Fuck, baby. I’ll never get enough.” “Good, because I want you like this all the time.” My body sinks into her and I begin to tremble from the best pleasure I’ve ever known. Switching positions, she’s on all fours, begging me to take her from behind. Kissing the low part of her back, my fingers find her clit. She pants and moans, hanging her head low to the bed. “I need to make this good for you, sweetheart.” “Everything you’re doing to me is incredible.” “Good.” I kiss each ass cheek and grip her waist again. Not wanting to tease her like before, I slide inside her and hold her tight. Fucking her like this feels too damn good. “I’m not going to last much longer.” “Oh shit,” she cries out. “Troy! I’m coming! Fuck.” Thrusting harder and faster, her pussy muscles clench around my dick, sending me into an orgasmic wave when I hear her telling me she’s coming. Slowly sliding out of her, I get up to throw out the condom and climb back into bed. Her cheeks are flushed and she has that sexy just fucked face. “Wow,” she says. “I knew it was going to be amazing with you. I didn’t think it would be that great.” “Ouch,” I turn and look at her. “Way to make me feel small and that’s hard to do.”

“Nothing about you is small, Troy,” she laughs and lightly hits my chest. I kiss her forehead and keep my lips there a few moments longer. “You’re the sexiest woman ever. Do you know that?” She blushes and it kills me. For her to be so confident with herself and knowing how high her selfesteem is, I’m surprised she’s blushing and not saying anything. “Hearing it from you is different,” she finally says. “I’m pretty confident and know I’m attractive with a nice body, but when you say it, I’m not sure. It means more.” “I get it, sweetheart.” Kissing her lips again, she snuggles against my chest. “Sleep well.”

Chapter 24

Troy

This is what heaven feels like. Waking up with the girl who has my heart and feeling her hold me throughout the night. Only working on about two hours of sleep, I’m wide awake. My mind replays what happened last night, and I couldn’t tear my eyes from her while she slept. I couldn’t close my eyes because then I wouldn’t be able to see her. She mumbled in her sleep; calling out for me, and smiling. I smiled back when I heard her. I want to hold onto her and never let go. She’s what I’ve been waiting for. Without her here, I’m not sure how I’ll be okay. I’m not letting her go. Fuck that. She’s mine and mine forever. Forever. How it should be. Forever with Charlotte. I repeat the words in my mind and it doesn’t send me running. Now Will has me covering my balls and praying he won’t murder me. I’ll deal with that later, though. “I don’t know what I did to get you back. You need to know how special you are and that this isn’t a one-time thing. The memories of last night, I’ll never be able to erase. You have the power to make me a better man, or to destroy me. Don’t leave,” I whisper into her hair and feel her arms hold me tighter. Even though she doesn’t say it, I think she wants to hold onto me and stay in my life. I pick up my cell phone and see the time. Six a.m. Looking back at her, seeing her bare shoulders and knowing she’s naked under my sheets, turns on my adrenaline and the need for her. Slowly taking off the sheet, I spread her legs and kiss her inner thighs, breathing in her arousal. “You smell so good,” I mutter and lick her clit. She trembles and groans as my greedy mouth assaults her pussy, and I know she loves it. Her back arches up from the bed I love how responsive she is to me. Nothing’s felt like this. No other woman has made me feel this way and I never want to find out. These experiences with Charlotte are unbelievable. I know I don’t need to be with anyone else. “Troy,” she moans. “I need you. I need your cock inside me.” Getting up, I grab the condom from my nightstand and feel her hand on me. “I want all of you.” “What?” “I’m on the pill, and I promise you I’m clean.” She smirks and I roll my eyes. “And you’re all cleared from the doctor, so we’re good.” It’s been a running joke since my incident with Andrea and the pain I had to endure. Fucking cheating bitch. “Are you sure?” She nods and I toss the condom aside. Anything she asks, anything she wants, I’ll give it to her. Kissing her boobs and making my way to her lips, I easily slide into her, and holy fucking shit. She’s so wet and I feel everything. “I’m never using a condom again,” I groan and thrust harder into her. She pushes up to meet my hips and then I find myself on my back; she’s on top of me, riding me, playing with her clit and moaning for more. Holy hell. “Taking control huh?” “I want to ride you,” she smirks and rides my cock hard and fast. We both find our release in

seconds. “Why, good morning,” she kisses my lips and walks to the bathroom swaying that delicious ass. I hear the shower running and take it as my cue to meet her. Shower plus Charlotte equals another round of fucking bliss. After our sex adventures in the shower, I have her sit down at the table and make her a breakfast smoothie. Handing her a smoothie, we sit on the couch in the living room and I hear her phone go off. “Hey, Will.” I look and see the smile on her face disappear. “No, I didn’t spend the night with him. Some of the girls from the spa wanted to go out and I met them after my date. I’m having breakfast now and I’m not sure when I’ll be home because I have to head to work in a few.” I rub her bare thigh and she leans her head on my shoulder. “Yeah, everything’s fine. Okay, sounds good. I love you too.” She hangs up the phone and lets out a sigh of frustration. “What the hell are we going to tell Will?” I kiss the top of her head. “I don’t know, sweetheart. We’ll figure it out.” “He can’t know,” she mutters. “I don’t want to upset him, or mess up your friendship.” “I know.” “When we’re together we have to act like friends, and then when we’re alone things can be like this. These are the rules we have to follow for now until I feel like Will won’t kill you and be mad at me.” I think about what she’s saying and nod my head. I hate going along with her plan. Since I now know what she feels like, inside of her, and in my arms, I can’t let her go. Imagining the feeling of her beneath me, calling out my name in pure ecstasy, and waking up with her in my arms is becoming my new favorite thing. We stay silent for a few more minutes and soon she’s up gathering her things and standing at the front door. “I’ll see you tonight, okay?” I nod, missing her already, wishing it was ten p.m. so we could be together. When she touches my face and softly kisses me, I place my hand on her back and we stand there as if nothing else in the world matters. “Bye, Troy.” “Have a good day at work.” I kiss her again and watch her leave and get in the car. Needing to do something, I text Will and put on my workout clothes, put some clothes in my bag and head out. I put on my sunglasses and hop in my car to take the drive to his house. I meet him out back when I get there and we start in on our routine. I have aggression to work out. Beating my body to the point of exhaustion is what I need. Maybe soon I can talk to Will and man up to being in love with his sister. “So,” he starts to say. “Charlotte was out last night with her coworkers.” “Sounds good,” I grunt and finish my set before grabbing water. “Does that bother you?” “Not sure. I want her to have fun and give her freedom. I’m not her dad or anything, but fuck, have you seen my sister?” Yes. In more ways than one. “Yeah, she’s hot.” He glares at me and I put up my hands. “Man, stop with that shit. You know Charlotte is a knockout. If we weren’t best friends . . .” “Finish that sentence and I’ll throw you into the pool and drown your ass so fast you wouldn’t have a chance to fight back.” He gets in my face and I don’t back down. “Shut the fuck up, asshole. You know she’s beautiful and she’s an adult.” “What’s that supposed to mean?”

“Just saying, that’s all.” Will backs down and sits on the bench press. “I don’t know, man. Thinking about her in another relationship, and with you,” he laughs and it stings hearing him make it into a joke. “I mean, it’s Charlotte. She grew up with you. It’d be weird.” “Would it?” “Yeah,” his tone changes into something serious. “It would be. You’re my best friend and I expect you to realize that’s my little sister and she’s off limits. Bro code, man. You can have any woman, just none of my exes or my sister. That means Charlotte shouldn’t be on your mind.” “Just think about it, man. If I can make her happy, what reason would you have to oppose?” “Because I know you.” “What’s that mean?” “The women you went through, and each time you hurt them. You use women, Troy. Why the fuck would I want that for my sister?” “People change, Will. I was in a long term relationship and we broke up because she cheated on me.” “Yeah, but come on. You weren’t going to ask her to marry you or start a future with her. I know you, Troy.” “You think you do,” I mutter. He laughs and puts down the weights. “Yeah, some people do, but not you. Remember I’ve known you for a long time. Don’t think you can change.” “I haven’t been like that in years,” I grit out. “I broke up with Andrea because she cheated on me. You know this. Not sure how many times I have to repeat that. Maybe I want someone to spend my life with. Sometimes this shit happens and hits you in the face. Before you know if you’re falling in love.” “I cannot stand this girly shit. What’s it matter, though?” He walks closer to my face. “Are you trying to get with Charlotte?” “I’m just saying she’s beautiful and I care for her.” “Well, keep it at a distance. You’re not good enough for her.” I don’t respond to that comment. It sits heavy with me and there’s no point trying to reason with him.

Chapter 25

Charlotte

“I know, I miss you too,” I tell Jessica. It’s been so long since we’ve seen each other and I wish there were a way for us to hang out like before. “Seriously, this sucks. I hate the fact that you moved.” “You can always come here.” “I know,” she answers. “Honestly, I want to get away and relax on a beach somewhere and go out to a fancy dinner and dance the night away.” “That sounds amazing right now.” “We should plan a trip! Seriously!” “I heard Will talking to his friends about a weekend trip to Atlantic City. That sounds fun. Beach, drinks, summer, sun, and we get to finally see each other. Plus, we can go over wedding stuff.” Things didn’t work out with the venue, so Jessica and Jim had to move their wedding to December instead of a summer wedding. They’re doing a destination wedding instead of having it in Michigan. I’ve been contacting the vendors to let them know of the change, and luckily everyone’s been really nice and understanding. “I don’t know where I want to get married. Aruba sounds incredible, but so does Hawaii.” “It’s your wedding, babe,” I encourage her. “Talk to Jim and figure it all out.” “Yeah, I know,” she sighs. “Okay, enough about me, so what the hell? You and Troy are together?” I smile and think about the last few days. He’s incredibly sweet, romantic, and makes everything better. It feels like a dream when we’re together. After so many years, we finally have our moment. The only bad thing is we can’t let anyone know. After the conversation he had with Will during one of their workouts, I know he won’t be happy regardless how happy Troy makes me. It’s stupid and I should stand up to my brother. I should be able to make my own choices and be with the man I love. But Will gave up his life for me. He could have gone pro. He could have done so much. I held him back. Another call comes in and I look to see it’s Aubree. “Hey, girl, I have to call you back.” “Okay, talk soon!” “Okay, bye.” Disconnecting from Jessica’s call I switch to Aubree. “Hey, what’s up?” “Can you come in a little early? We’re getting slammed right now.” “Yeah, I’ll be in soon.” “Thanks, girl.” “No problem.” Getting out of bed, I turn to look at myself in the mirror and then I check the time. I don’t have enough time to take a shower so I grab my dry shampoo bottle and spray my hair. Fluffing it a little and quickly changing into black leggings, a black tank and an Exhale Spa pink cardigan, I slip on my flats and run out

of my room. I grab a banana and my water bottle from the counter and rush out of the house to drive to the spa. I walk in and see the disaster at the front counter. Putting down my things in the office, I come out with a smile and take care of an irate client. “Debra, I’m looking at the account now and it seems as though your husband’s credit card has been getting declined. Do you have another form of payment?” “This is so embarrassing! He’s supposed to take care of both our memberships.” She whips out her phone and I give her a moment to figure out what’s going on and help Zara with a new membership signup. I look over and see Aubree and Megan dealing with the room assignments with a massage therapist. Aubree looks over and gives me a we’re okay look. I turn my attention back to Zara so we can finish the paperwork and then I go back to Debra. “Everything okay?” I ask. She sighs and takes out cash to pay for both balances. “Thanks, Debra. Now will this card be okay for next month?” She nods and I print out her receipt and wish her a great day. Once all the clients are out, Zara and Megan collapse on the chairs and I have to stop my laughter. “It wasn’t that bad,” I tell them. “Yeah, right,” Zara chimes in. “First, Maya leaves early because we all know she was hungover and then Debra comes in raising hell thinking we messed up with her membership.” “Wait,” I look at Aubree. “You didn’t tell me Maya left early.” “I know, I’m sorry. She said she wasn’t feeling good and I let her go. We were slow when she left, then all hell broke loose.” Megan, Zara, and Maya are the front desk consultants and handle checking clients in and out, selling memberships, and selling spa products. The team’s working really well with three consultants, a manager, and myself. We’re at max hours and I can’t hire someone else. “Well, if Maya was sick, then it’s okay.” “But she wasn’t,” Zara states. “Even if she was hungover, she wasn’t ready to work. Don’t worry, we handled everything and now things are okay. Make sure the files get put away and I’ll talk to Jason about possibly hiring someone fulltime.” Megan and Zara get to work while Aubree and I go into the office so I can get some work done. “What do you think about Maya?” I ask Aubree. “She’s good when she wants to be. She’s strong and our top seller.” “But?” “She has issues with the other two ladies. The drama is ridiculous.” “We can’t have that. We’re supposed to work as a team. I don’t know, I’ll think about it and work more with Maya to see what’s going on.” “Sounds good. How’s everything else going?” I click on an email to try and keep busy so I don’t smile like a fool. “Oh, everything’s fine.” Aubree gasps. “You’re hiding something from me. Tell me!”

I fill her in on Reed and she nods, not surprised it ended, and then I bring up Troy. “Wait! Troy Harding. Jason’s friend?” I nod. “Oh wow, he’s so hot. You’re so lucky!” “Yeah. Well, my brother doesn’t know.” “Wait, what?” “Yeah, it’s stupid. He doesn’t like the idea of Troy and me, so we’re keeping it from him. Troy hates it. I mean, what else am I going to do? It’s my brother and I love him, but I love Troy too. It sucks and it’s so not fair.” “You can’t expect to keep this from him forever. You’re going to have to eventually tell him.” “Key word,” I point out. “Eventually. For now, Troy and I are content and happy. Things will work out.” “Whatever you say,” Aubree smiles and we talk more about the spa and our sales.

Chapter 26

Troy

I’m sitting here across from Will and I think about wanting to tell him about Charlotte. Fuck, how the hell am I going to do this? “So I was thinking we all take a trip to AC this weekend.” “Oh, yeah?” “It’ll be good to get away for a weekend. After the incident with Charlotte and the fact that we’ve been working our asses off, we need a weekend to relax. I asked Carter, but there’s no way they’ll be able to leave Avery.” “What about Sal?” “He made plans with Monica.” “They’re back together?” Will nods and I let it go, not wanting to hear more. “Oh,” I snap. “I’m sure Jessica will want to come along. They haven’t seen each other since she moved to Rochester.” “Good point. I’ll talk to Charlotte and you get it set up.” “Sounds good.” Honestly, the idea of getting away for a weekend with Charlotte gets me excited. The only downfall is spending it with Will. We’re going to have to be careful and lay out some ground rules. As much as I hate sneaking around, at least it gives us what we both want. When I get home I book the hotel and rent a cabana for us. After booking what I need to and then emailing my clients to let them know I’ll be out of town until Monday, I hear the door open and know instantly, it’s Charlotte. Walking out of my office, I bring her in my arms and lead her to the living room. I tell her about the Atlantic City plan and she immediately gets up and calls Jessica so she can get a flight to Rochester. “Seriously! It’s happening! Hello AC,” she yells on the phone and I leave to give her time alone with her best friend.

The drive to Atlantic City is quick and easy, and soon we’re heading to our rooms at Harrah’s Resort hotel. Tonight we’re heading to dinner and The Pool After Dark. Charlotte slept in the car most of the way with Jessica since her flight got in early this morning. Will and I took turns driving, talking business and more about Atlantic City and what we wanted to do. I looked at her from time to time and wondered what she was thinking. “So Jessica and I are going to lounge around the pool area if you guys want to join.” “We’ll see you there,” I answer before Will could say anything. He’s itching to hit up the tables at the Taj Mahal and I’m itching to see Charlotte in a two-piece. “Sounds good,” she smiles at us. The elevator dings and the four of us walk out and head to our

rooms. Will and I are a few rooms down from the girls. We head in and unpack our things to get ready for relaxation by the pool. “Remind me again why we didn’t get our own rooms,” I grumble, hanging my suit and shirts in the closet. “I love you, man, but I don’t feel like sharing a room with you.” “Why?” he asks. “You planning on hooking up with someone this weekend?” Maybe. “You know that’s not me,” I tell him. “Plus, after dealing with the fucking gift from Andrea, I don’t trust anyone.” He laughs, holding his stomach. “I told you that bitch was bad news.” “Yeah, whatever. It was good pussy for a while, until my dick felt like it was going to fall off.” “I told you she was bad news from day one. Hey, we’re cool, right?” “Yeah. We’re fine.” “The idea of you and Charlotte together pisses me off.” “You’re still on that?” “Just listen, you fucker. I get it. You two are good friends, and that’s fine. I just don’t like the idea of you and her being together. She’s all I have left.” “I respect that. She comes over to my house, we hang out, and have fun. I like being around her.” “Do you guys hang out a lot?” Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. “She stops by and swims or relaxes. I don’t know, man.” He eyes me with suspicion and I’m silently saying a prayer. If there’s anything I know, Charlotte is off limits, no matter what. Will’s made it clear that no one is to touch her or look at her. When I was taking care of her he didn’t have a choice. He had to trust me with her, and now I have to keep reminding him that I have her best interest at heart. “What, man?” “Nothing,” he shakes his head. “A funny thought came to me. I mean,” he laughs. “Na, you wouldn’t.” “What?” “We’re best friends.” He walks around the hotel room and sits on the single couch in the corner of the room. I see his hands curl into a fist and relax again. “Pretty much brothers, so that makes Charlotte your little sister. You wouldn’t do anything to hurt her, right?” He lowers his eyes, making his hands into a fist again. I’m picturing him beating the shit out of me and kicking my balls. I fear for my boys. “You know me better than that. I love Charlotte, and I’ll always do anything I can to protect her, so don’t worry.” “Good. My baby sister isn’t a baby anymore. It’s my responsibility to be here for her and make sure no fucker messes with her.” “She’s twenty-three years old. She’s smart enough to make her own decisions. Maybe you should let her instead of being this big, bad, older brother.” “Don’t give me this shit. I know my sister.”

“Whatever you say, Will.” “Back to why you two can never be together. She’s my baby sister,” he grits. “You don’t want a relationship or to settle down. Charlotte deserves a good man who’ll provide for her, love her, and give her a future. Man, you know that’s not you.” I fall back and nod my head slowly. My gut twists and I feel sick. I wish I had the balls to tell my best friend I’m in love with his sister and want to make her mine. We probably shouldn’t be having this conversation now, especially with her a few rooms down. “You think you know. You have no idea, man. I’ve changed. I can give her a great future and I’ll treat her with the utmost respect.” “What the fuck are you trying to say?” Will’s eyes narrow on mine and he gets up from the couch and stands before me. I remind myself I’m not doing anything wrong. I only want her. Plus, she came to me first. “She’s an adult, Will. Let her be one. You can’t always be there to protect her. You can’t dictate what she wants and who she wants.” I stand up when I finish talking so we’re at eye level. Will’s a big guy and he can murder me with one hit. His tone is low and I can hear the grumble coming from his throat. “Don’t think about it, Troy.” “Can’t fight what you want.” “I’m two seconds from beating your ass and cutting off your dick.” I cringe with pain. “Don’t go there.” “Whatever, I was just saying.” “Don’t.” I hold my hands up and grab my shorts and a white tee. Heading to the bathroom I feel my phone vibrate. Opening the text message from Charlotte I nearly lose my mind. She sent me a picture of her and Jessica in a bikini with a text we’re waiting! Hurry up. I stare at her perfect body and groan when I get down to the pool. My dick is eager to meet her pussy. This is going to be a long ass weekend, especially with Will breathing down my neck. I quickly send Charlotte a text letting her know we have to be careful. She reads the message and looks up with a pout on her face. Charlotte: Jessica knows about us and is going to do anything and everything she can to keep Will busy. ;) we’ll have time for each other. Me: Good, because right now I want to fuck you hard . . . Fuck. Baby, you look damn good in that bikini. Charlotte: I know. ;)

After relaxing in the pool, we head to the cabana and soon our first bottle of Kettle One vodka is nearly finished. Will’s eyes are on his sister as he glares at anyone who tries to talk to her. I roll my eyes and finish my drink, reaching for a Red Bull. “Hey.” I feel her hand on my bare back. “Let’s take a shot.” I smile, pouring us both one. Turning around to face her I see the smirk on her face. Thank God for my aviator sunglasses. “You’re a pervert.” “Me?” I innocently ask. My eyes go down to her glorious tits. “How so?” She rolls her eyes. “I’m not blind, Troy.” She takes the shot from me and throws it down. I follow

and look around to make sure Will’s not around. He’s busy with some blonde chick and his back’s facing us. “Careful, baby.” She tenses and looks down. “Big brother is on the protective prowl and could kick my ass at any time.” Leaning in, she softly presses her lips against mine, taking my bottom lip into her mouth. Her soft, seductive eyes are watching me. When she releases my lip, she steps back with a wink and walks away to Jessica. She’s swaying her ass side to side, making my cock hard and my mouth water. Coming out of my daze I look around and don’t see Will around. Grabbing a few cans of Red Bull, I head back out in the sun and relax. Will joins me a few moments later and hands me a drink. “A few days to relax around beautiful women and drinks is definitely my idea of fun.” His tone is light and there’s a slight slur. “Next time we should do Vegas. It’s been a while since we’ve been there.” “I agree,” I nod, and drink the Jack and coke he gave me. “Feeling good?” “For sure. We should hit up the tables tonight.” “I was thinking club.” “I second the tables,” I look up through my sunglasses and see Jessica sitting down by Will’s legs, and Charlotte sitting next to me. I look at Will and he’s in his own world. “I want to go clubbing,” Charlotte adds. “There you go,” Jessica claps her hands. “Will, you can take me to the tables and they’ll go clubbing. It’ll be perfect.” Will whips his head to me. Guess he’s not drunk enough. “Seriously, we only have two nights here and then it’s back to reality. Let’s live it up.” Will grunts, and finishes his drink, motioning his head to the bar. I excuse myself and join him. “Two tequila shots,” he tells the bartender. We get our shots and he hands me mine. We clink our glasses and drink the tequila. Fucking burns down my throat. “Do not fuck up tonight, man.” “What the hell are you talking about?” “Just be careful. That’s my little sister. Nothing funny or else I’ll murder you and bury your body,” his dangerous tone is low. “Got it?” “Wouldn’t dream of doing anything stupid, brother.” Will doesn’t like the idea of me being around Charlotte. He’s going to have to get used to it. She’s back and there’s nothing stopping me from hanging out with her. “Careful, Troy.” “What?” “I see that damn smirk on your face.” The expression on his face is priceless. I see how pissed he is and I slap his shoulder before heading back to the girls.

Chapter 27

Charlotte

“What are you wearing tonight,” Jessica calls out to me. I take one final look in the mirror, fluff my hair, and walk out. “Damn girl!” “Is it too much?” “No! I love that dress on you.” I smile and join her on the bed. Jessica pours me a shot and I take it. Today at the pool wore me out. I didn’t get drunk, but I was definitely tipsy. Getting up from the bed I run my hands down my tight red dress. It’s a classy V-neck and with my new push up bra, thank you, Victoria’s Secret, my boobs look fantastic. “So you need to fill me in about Troy!” Turning around to talk to Jessica, I sit down on the edge of the bed again and stretch out on top of the bed. “It’s perfect, minus keeping it from Will. Everything’s going well and when we’re together I feel completely and utterly happy. I’m complete when I’m with him.” “Oh gag,” she jokes. “I’m glad you’re happy. You deserve it.” “Thanks.” “So about Will?” “Honestly, I have no idea, and honestly I don’t care.” “Then why don’t you tell him?” Turning over I push myself up from the bed and pace the hotel room. That’s the question I keep asking myself. Will knows I’m an adult and make pretty good choices. If dating Troy is a mistake, then it’s my mistake. I get that they are best friends and I get that my brother thinks Troy isn’t good enough, but I know he is and I want Will to see what I see. “It’s easier said than done,” I explain to Jessica. “Trust me I don’t want to do this to him and keep him in the dark. It just has to be this way until Troy and I can figure it out.” “Well I think you should grow a pair and tell him. He’s your brother. Are you scared of him?” “Scared to disappoint him and scared to ruin a lifelong friendship.” “Your brother will understand,” Jessica says. “You have to have faith and believe that it’ll work out.” “Like I said easier said than done.” A knock on the door gets our attention. Jessica gets up and walks over to answer it, shoots me a wink, and then opens the door. On the other side, Will and Troy are standing there looking all suave. My mouth waters, and the painful ache between my thighs comes back with a vengeance. They’re both wearing fitted black pants, and button-down shirts. Troy’s in a red shirt and Will’s in a dark blue shirt. Both look very handsome, but Troy is on the take me right now and fuck me into tomorrow level. “Charlotte, don’t you think that dress is a little too revealing?” I roll my eyes and ignore his comment.

“I think she looks hot. Plus, your sister isn’t a baby,” Jessica says, causing Will to huff and not say anything more. We head down to dinner and everything goes well. Troy keeps looking at me, making the ache grow, and luckily Jessica picks up on the sexual tension between us and keeps Will distracted. When the check comes, Will pays and wants to head down to the casino. Suddenly, I don’t feel like going out and just want to spend time alone with Troy. I want to give him a private show. “I think I’m going to call it a night,” I say. “The sun and drinks got to me.” I see Will looking at me and I know what he’s going to say. “Don’t worry about me. Seriously, go have fun.” Sensing that I’m lying, Jessica adds, “Yeah, she’s a big girl. I think she needs to lie down anyways. Will, come on! You owe me a date with the tables. Let’s go gamble.” Before Will can say anything he’s being dragged out by Jessica, leaving Troy and I alone at the table. He eyes me, finishing his drink, and getting up from the table. Helping me get up from my chair, I fall into his arms and lean on him while we walk to the elevator. “Charlotte!” Damn you, big brother. “You sure you’re going to be okay?” I nod. “Then why is Troy taking you? I can do it.” “Stop making a big deal about this,” I tell him. “Go to the tables with Jessica. I don’t want her alone and if Jim finds out she went off alone, he’ll go nuts.” “Fine. But you call me if you need something.” He looks at Troy and they stare at one another for a few moments. “Troy, remember what we talked about.” Troy nods and Will looks at me again. “Okay then.” He watches us leave and get on the elevator. It’s quiet between us. I’m wrapping my head around what I need to do. When the elevator dings we walk off and head towards my room. Taking the room key from my hand he slides the card in and opens the door for me. “We finally have alone time and it doesn’t feel right.” “I know,” he runs his fingers through his hair. “It’s bullshit. I tried talking to him today and of course he doesn’t listen.” “Enough about Will. I want sexy time with my sexy boyfriend.” “Boyfriend?” He smirks. “As long as you’re okay with that, then yes, you’re my boyfriend and I’m your girlfriend.” “Of course.” I stand on my tippy toes and press my lips against his cheek. He holds me close to his body and the heat between us intensifies. “You can watch TV or something. I’m going to use the bathroom.” I hurry out of his arms and rush to the bathroom. I’ve been waiting for this day since I was sixteen. Everything needs to be perfect. Giving myself another look over I tell myself I can do this and remember what I want. I want Troy. Stepping out of the bathroom I see him on the bed with his suit jacket off and shirt untucked. Licking my lips, I slowly walk to him. Standing at the end of the bed, facing him, neither of us says anything. His eyes burn into me, making me feel sexy and strong. He wants this too. Reaching behind me I slowly unzip my dress and let it fall to the floor. I hear his groan when he sees what I’m wearing. Touching my boobs over my lacy black bra, my right hand slides down my body playing with my lacy black G-string.

Troy gets up and grabs my hips, taking me in his arms, pressing his lips against mine. His tongue invades my mouth and I moan, letting him know I want him so bad. He rubs his cock against me. Shit, it feels so good. Pushing me on the bed, he kneels down, kissing my calves and pushing my legs apart. His hot smoldering eyes lock onto mine as he sucks on me hard. My hips lift off the bed and I’m moaning so loud. My hands are in his hair and I don’t want him to stop. Words leave my lips and I’m not sure what I’m saying. I think it’s a mix of oh my God and you’re the best, don’t ever stop. I can feel myself about to come when I hear a knock on the door and Will’s voice. “Charlotte, it’s me. Open the door.” Troy’s head pops up. Our eyes are wide and neither of us knows what to do. “Closet,” I mouth and get up to grab my tee shirt. Watching him race to the closet, I put on my shirt and open the door. “Will? Jessica?” I sleepily ask. “What’s wrong?” “Nothing.” He comes in and looks around. “Be back.” Jessica looks at me and mouths I tried. I’m sorry. Before I can say anything he disappears into the bathroom and comes out a few moments later. “You alone?” “Ah, yeah,” I tell him. “What’s up?” “Huh,” he says. “Okay then.” “Will?” “Did Troy walk you to the door?” I nod. “Did he try anything?” I shake my head. “You know I love you right?” “Yes, of course.” “I want the best for you, Charlotte.” I sigh. “Yes, I get it.” “Good. I just want you to make the right decisions.” “I know.” I lean down and give my brother a hug. “You can go now.” “Okay, fine. Jess, do you want to head back down to the casino?” “Yeah,” she says and gives me a wink before leaving. Once the two are gone I slide down the wall and burst out laughing. “Not funny,” Troy states. “Fuck, your brother has issues.” “Okay, enough about my brother and more about what I want you to do to me.”

Chapter 28

Troy

“Do it,” she breathes out in a low and lustful voice. It’s all I need to hear. Placing my hands on her face and cupping her cheeks, I see her body relax and a sigh escapes her lips. Then my hands wander down her body, lifting the shirt off and staring at perfection. Then I reach behind her and unclasp her bra, seeing her boobs and hardened nipples. I pull her to me, pressing my lips to hers, knowing I’m never going to stay away from her. She’s fucking mine and I don’t give a shit about Will. I know I can make her happy and she’ll never again know what it’s like to be unloved. Her lips are soft and greedy, itching for more, so I deeply and possessively kiss her. Twirling my tongue with hers elicits a sexy moan, and my hands find her ass, picking her up and placing her against the wall. She wraps her long legs around my waist and rubs her pussy against my body. “Troy,” she gasps, begging for more with her kiss and throbbing pussy. “I need you so bad.” Hearing my name and what she needs, I carry her to the bed and turn her body around so we’re facing the mirror. Taking her soft hair in my hands I tightly pull and hear her moan. Pulling a little tighter, I kiss her bare back down to her ass. She loudly moans and touches her boob with her hand. “Do you know why I’m clenching your hair and savoring each kiss to your body?” “Because you want it hard? You want to fuck me into oblivion?” “Yes,” I tell her, nipping on her shoulder. “But I also want to pull your hair while I’m fucking you. I want to fuck you like this in front of the mirror so you can see how sexy you look while you’re moaning my name and screaming for more. I want to own your pussy and make it ache for just me.” “Oh God,” she moans, looking into the mirror and giving me a smirk. “What makes you think I’ll like that?” “Oh sweet girl, I know you will. Remember, I know your pussy and I know what makes you come. I know what makes your body hum with ecstasy.” My fingers trace her back while still holding onto her hair. “You like it rough. Tell me I’m wrong.” “You’re not wrong.” “That’s what I thought.” Sliding my tongue on her soft skin my fingers rub her wet clit. “Are you thinking about me fucking you right now?” She moans a yes and turns over so we’re facing each other. “What are you doing?” A smirk plays on her face as she pushes me off and switches position. Looking at her on top of me she slowly unbuttons my pants and slides them down along with my boxer briefs. Taking off my shirt she leans down, pushing her boobs in my face, and rubbing herself on my hard dick. “Tell me what you want to do to me.” “First, I want to put your pussy on my face so I can suck on that clit. I want you to lift yourself up and rub yourself over my mouth, spread your legs wide and play with your nipples.” She slowly makes her way up my body and places what I want to taste on my lips. Her body melts

into me so easily as I claim her with my mouth, over and over. I want to always make it good for her. I want to always make her scream and moan. “You taste so sweet,” I whisper against her. This addicting taste will never get old. Hell, it’s so good. I could taste her all night and never get tired of it. “Troy, please,” she begs. I look at her in the mirror and her mouth is shaped in a perfect O. Her hair’s wild and her fingers are in her mouth while her other hand is twisting and kneading her nipple. Fuck, what a damn sexy sight. Sinking my tongue into her, I watch her orgasm and I’m ready to take her. Tearing myself away I push her back down my body and lift her hips up so I can slowly enter her. Riding my cock, she leans back holding onto my legs, bouncing up and down. “Fuck, you’re so wet.” “Only for you,” she moans. “You make it so good. Ahhh . . . it feels so, ohmyGod, yes.” Needing to fuck her from behind we switch positions and I make her stare at us in the mirror as I enter her and pull her hair. Her head tilts back and her eyes are closed. “Open your eyes,” I demand. “I want you to watch me fuck you. I want you to watch your orgasm and remember how good we are.” I spend a moment meeting her eyes in the mirror. This is where I need to be; this is where I belong. Realizing how much I love her and how much I care, everything is falling into place. She’s the only thing I need to remain steady. I’m in love with Charlotte Maxey and I’m never letting her go. My eyes roam the rest of her naked body as I move her onto her back. My hands feel the soft curves of her breasts and stomach. Touching and feeling her beneath my hands, she stares at me and bites her lower lip, whimpering and moaning for more. Thrusting into her again, she keeps her eyes open and focused on me. “Touch yourself while I fuck you.” She listens to my demand and uses two fingers to play with her clit. Every motion, every touch, every moan slipping from her lips sends my body into overdrive and I fuck her faster. With a few more thrusts she squeezes my cock, releasing an intense orgasm and I soon follow. A roar rips through my chest with the most phenomenal sensation I’ve ever felt. The vibrations hit my body from the best high. My body relaxes and takes me somewhere I’ve never been. Carefully sliding out of her I head into the bathroom and grab a warm washcloth to clean her. Satisfaction fills me at seeing my cum run out of her, knowing she’s mine.

Chapter 29

Charlotte

Sitting on the couch with my laptop in my lap, I look through my emails from the spa and owners. Today’s my first day off in two weeks. It’s getting hectic and the interview process to hire two more people is getting annoying. My staff is getting overworked and they’re tired. I can only do so much as a manager. Answering the last email, my phone buzzes, it’s Megan. “Hey, what’s up?” “I’m so sorry to call you,” Megan starts to say. “Zara’s really sick and needs to go home. Maya isn’t answering and I mean, I can call Aubree, but I know she’s not feeling too hot either.” I look at the clock and internally groan. “I’ll be right there. If she’s really sick, then tell her to go to the back room and relax.” “Thank you,” Megan gushes and we disconnect the call. Making my way inside, Zara apologizes and I tell her to get better and let me know how she’s feeling. Aubree worked two doubles in a row and I couldn’t have her come in. It’s only a few more hours and the schedule doesn’t look too bad. Putting down my purse, I fill my water cup and sit down next to Megan looking at the schedule for the next few days. I need to hire one more full-time consultant. After talking to Jason since coming back and showing him the sales stats, effectiveness of having more people, and the missed opportunities to spend time with each client, he agreed another consultant is needed. “Are you going to hire someone else soon?” Megan whines. “We’ve been so busy.” “I know,” I sigh. “I just got the okay from Jason and it’s not easy. There haven’t been any qualified applicants and I can’t just hire anyone. We have a special dynamic here and I don’t want to hire someone who’ll cause drama and not be reliable.” Megan sighs and nods. The phone rings and she answers. I go back to the schedule and make sure we don’t have too many therapists on, checking the esthetician’s schedule as well. We check out the seven p.m. clients and get ready for the last three clients. Only another hour and then I’m back home. My bed’s calling for me and I need a good ten hours of sleep before tackling a twelve-hour day tomorrow. Since I’ve been home from the weekend getaway I’ve been either here at the spa or home. Troy’s busy catching up with clients too, so our time together hasn’t happened and I miss him like crazy. We talk every day and he swings by the spa to give me a kiss whenever he can. The door opens and in walks a very attractive man with dark brown eyes, a man bun, a little scruff on his face, and a bit of swag. He eyes me and I have to roll my eyes. “Hello, ladies,” he smirks. I see Megan smile and listen to them talk. I get that his name’s Austin and this is his first time in. “He’s looking at you,” Megan whispers. “Do you want him as a prospect? Maybe he’ll sign up.” “Stop,” I whisper back. “We have to be professional and I’m not interested. Why don’t you talk to him?”

“Whatever, Charlotte. Live a little,” she winks. “Austin, when you’re done, my manager, Charlotte, will help you and talk to you more about what you need.” “Looking forward to telling her,” he smirks and finishes the paperwork. I get up from the chair and make my way over to him. Taking a seat, I feel his eyes on me. “Where are you feeling pain?” “Neck and back,” he tells me. “Pretty tight.” “What do you do to relieve yourself?” When the words come out, I quickly recover. “I mean, what do you use to relieve yourself?” Fuck! His brow kinks and he crosses his leg over his knee and leans back. “Well,” he says, rubbing his hands together. “I’m not sure if my answers will help with my massage today, but,” he says leaning in closer to me and placing his hand on my knee. “Come have dessert with me later. I’m a chef,” he winks. “I can make you something good.” “Huh? Um, oh. I can’t. Sorry, I have a boyfriend.” “Yes, you can,” he stares at me and a smirk forms on his face. “Are you serious? Because I don’t see a ring on that pretty hand of yours. Plus, it’s innocent and I’m a respectful man. It would help relieve me.” Kill me now. We finish his intake notes for his therapist and I bury myself in the office wanting to die. I text Troy about Austin and his response puts a smile on my face. Troy: Do I need to come in and make sure he doesn’t touch or look at what’s mine? Me: Babe, it’s okay I can handle myself. Troy: Sure you can lol but this fucker needs to know to back off . . . I don’t care if he’s a chef or whatever. He should know better. Me: It’s fine . . . I miss you <3 Troy: I miss you too.

I’m so close to telling him I love him. He hasn’t said it to me and I’m not sure if we’re at the I love you level yet. “You better ride that man!” Megan comes in and sits down. “I think I came listening to you two. He wants you so bad.” “Shut up!” My phone buzzes and it’s Will. Will: Where are you? Me: Work. Will: You’re working way too much. Everything okay? Me: Short-staffed and it’s okay. What’s going on? Will: Nothing, just wanted to see where you were and what you’re doing tonight. Me: Work then coming back home . . . I’m tired and have to be in at nine tomorrow morning. Will: Ah okay. The guys are coming over soon to watch the fight.

Me: Sounds fun. Will: See you soon.

I text Troy again, asking if he’s coming over tonight to watch the fight too. Troy: Yeah, I am. Me: Oh, you didn’t tell me. Troy: Sorry, sweetheart. Yes, I’ll be over. Still have to be careful k? Me: K

“Hey, your boy is coming out,” Megan squeals and bounces back to her chair. I groan and get up from my office chair to meet Austin at the desk. “How was your massage? Did Carol get those knots out of your shoulders?” “Actually, she did,” he rolls his shoulders and leans forward on the desk. “I’m interested in the membership and taking you out for a drink. What do you say?” “I’ll have Megan sign you up.” “Thanks. So what about a drink tonight?” “Sorry, my very fit and possessive boyfriend wouldn’t approve.” He looks around and I wonder what the hell he’s doing. “Ah, what are you doing?” “Checking to see if your bodyguard,” he covers his mouth in a dramatic way. “Wait . . . I mean, boyfriend, is around. Nope, he’s not. Come on, one drink.” “No. So if you still want that membership I suggest you stop being a douche and hurry please.” “Feisty. I like that.” I roll my eyes and go back into the office. I look at Megan and her eyes are wide. This is ridiculous. Looking back at Austin and seeing the look of determination in his eyes I give up and start closing the computers and printing the reports while Megan finishes his membership. Grabbing my purse and things, I meet Megan in the front. She shuts off the lights and we head outside. Locking the door, I turn and see her smiling at me. “Drive safe, I’ll see you later.” “Okay, bye!” Getting in my car I drive home and head inside to take a shower and change into yoga pants and a tank. Even though Troy and I can’t act like we’re a couple, it’ll still be good to see him and be near him. When I come downstairs Carter, Sal, Will, and Troy are sitting on the couch and chair in the living room. There’s a spot next to Troy and I see him wink at me when I sit down next to him. “Thought you were tired?” Will asks. “I’m okay. Want to watch part of the match before going to bed.” I say hi to the guys and grab a blanket from behind me and spread it over my legs. It’s so hard to sit here and not touch him. Discomfort sneaks its way into my head and suddenly I realize how shitty this is and maybe I should go to my room and sleep. Feeling my phone buzz in my hands I look at it and see Troy’s name.

Troy: I want to touch you so badly. Do you know how hard I am? That tank top is dangerously low.

I smile and look up. Will’s attention is on the TV and Carter is staring at us. I have a feeling he knows and when I look at him again he gives me a wink and stands to be next to Will so I’m covered. Me: Trust me, I know. Troy: Let me feel you. Me: OMG no. Troy: Why the hell not? Me: There’s too many people here and HELLO . . . Will is RIGHT in front of us . . . WEIRD. Troy: Come on. You know you want me to touch your pussy . . . You’re wet right now aren’t you? Me: No. Troy: Liar.

I feel his hand strategically slide under my yoga pants and push my panties aside. I do everything I can to focus on the match and where Will’s focus is. No one is turning around or caring about Troy and me. When he slides two fingers inside me I bite down on my lower lip and fight the urge to moan. Slowly turning my head to let him know how good this feels his attention’s on the match as well, but I see the smirk on his face. I know he’s enjoying this just as much as I am. Licking my lips, his fingers pump faster and soon he’s rubbing my wet clit. Shit, this feels too good. How the hell am I supposed to stay quiet? One of the guys fighting gets a huge hit in and the other guy goes down. The timing couldn’t be more perfect. I feel my orgasm rushing through me as the guys stand up and start cheering allowing me to let out a moan. Luckily they’re so loud that I’m not heard. My head tilts back in sheer bliss and when I turn to look at Troy he’s licking his fingers. Holy freaking shit, that’s so hot.

Chapter 30

Charlotte

Walking into work with my latte in one hand and purse in another, the girls greet me and I smile before walking into the office. There’s post-it notes all over my desk and I take a moment to read each one. “Hey, Charlotte,” I look up and see Aubree walk in. “Why, hello there, sunshine. What’s going on?” “Ugh,” she groans. “Hellish morning.” “What happened?” She closes the door and sits back down. I hand her some chocolate because she looks like she needs it. “I don’t think Maya’s working out.” I listen and take a drink of my latte. “She messed up a few appointments and gave some of the clients attitude.” “What do you mean?” “She told one of our frequent clients that it’s not her fault she didn’t write down the appointment and she’s positive she left a confirmation call on her voice message.” “Well, did she?” Aubree shakes her head. “She didn’t work yesterday!” “Then what the hell is she doing?” “I have no idea. I’ve had to tell her to put away her cell phone and caught her in the break room while we were slammed with checking in clients. It’s been busy, and not smooth at all. I’ve had a lot of clients complain and I think we need to let her go.” “Okay,” I think about what I need to do. “We can’t lose someone, though. Gah,” I groan and press my fingers to my temples. Breathing in and out, I seriously want to cry. I’m already short-staffed, and the girls are so tired. What the hell am I going to do? “Let me talk to her before she leaves and settle this.” “Sounds good.” “Thanks, Aubree. You’re doing a great job and I’m glad I have you by my side. I really enjoy working with you. Please know how appreciative I am and know that upper management is paying attention to you.” She smiles and it feels good to let her know how well she’s doing. From what I heard, the previous spa manager was a bitch and made Aubree do everything. That’s not how it’s going to be. Being a team means there’s a leader, someone who’ll lead and guide the team to success. That leader is me and my team will not be let down. “That means a lot,” she smiles again. “Thanks, Charlotte.” When she walks out I check some emails and read the recent surveys. I print out and highlight the comments about Maya’s behavior and think it’s best to let her go. Picking up her folder from my drawer I notice write ups and plans of actions for her. She’s lucky to have lasted as long as she has. Reading through the comments and notes it seems as though she’s been given so many chances because when she works hard, it shows. Not enough, though. All because she’s a great sales person with the products we

have and has high sales it doesn’t mean she can treat our clients that way. Before I get a chance to talk to her my phone vibrates and I look at it with a smile. Troy: Just had a fun workout with Will. Me: What happened? Troy: He’s pissed because I called you beautiful and he got in my face. Me: Don’t let my brother get to you. I’m an adult, and yes, we should tell him, but I like how things are right now. I like our time together. I think we should tell him soon, just not now. Troy: Whatever you want to do . . . I can’t stay away from you.

I smile at his message and know he means it. Being with Troy feels right and I know it’s not fair to either Will or Troy to have these rules. Even though I’m an adult, Will’s still my brother; the one who gave up his life for me so I can have a future. He’s the only family I have. One day he’ll see that Troy’s not a manwhore and he treats me with respect. The rules are everything and in place for a reason. It’s the only way no one will get hurt. Thinking about Troy makes my girly parts happy and puts the biggest smile on my face. There’s something about the way he talked to me, took my body, and kept me by his side. He makes me melt with one look and feeling him inside me, taking care of me, and giving me what I want is something I’ve never experienced. He’s it for me. Me: I wouldn’t want you to stay away. If you do, I might have to kidnap you and tie you to my bed forever. Troy: As long as I get to taste your sweet pussy I don’t care what you do to me. Me: You’ll always have my pussy as long as you promise to fuck me until I scream. Then sweet and slow with sensual kisses and the best orgasms. Troy: You have me so hard right now . . . You know we can creep into one of the massage rooms and I can play therapist while you’re my willing client. Me: Stop LOL I’m at work and I have to fire someone =( This sucks, Troy, I’m already short-staffed. . Troy: First, way to ruin my fantasy. Second . . . You’ll be fine. You have to do what’s right and maybe this will be a good thing ok? Me: Yeah . . . Troy: K go do your manager thing I have to write up some meal plans and Skype with my clients . . . Talk to you soon Me: <3

I hit send without realizing what I did and almost regret it. I’m about to put away my phone when I see another text from Troy. I open the message and see the kissy emoji and smile. Getting everything I need for the meeting with Maya, I give Jason a call and let him know what I’m about to do. He says this is my spa and even though he’s the owner he’ll support my decisions. I call Maya into the office, she smiles and sits down. I get up and close the door and sit back at my desk. “What’s up, Charlotte?” “Hey, Maya. So I talked to Aubree a few minutes ago.” She rolls her eyes and I’m immediately annoyed. “Don’t do that. She’s your manager and you have to show her respect.”

“Why?” “What?” “She hates me and everything I do is wrong. I know you’re going to fire me and that’s not fair.” “How so? I looked at the recent surveys and your file. Your customer service skills need work, Maya. I’m not going to sugarcoat anything. Yes, you are a great sales person and you know your products and the company, but it’s more than that.” “I get it,” she tells me. “I have bad days. I mean, these clients get in my face and expect me to bend over backwards. I won’t stand for the verbal abuse from them.” “You lied to Cam, though. Do you know who her husband is?” Maya nods. “Then you know Ayden and Jason are good friends and he’s part owner of this spa. When Cam tells him about today he’s going to freak out.” “Because she got her appointments mixed up? She gave me attitude so I wanted to calm her down. “Did she? Or did you antagonize her?” Maya huffs and crosses her arms. “It doesn’t matter anyways. I know I’m getting fired.” “I’m sorry, Maya. After the conversation with Aubree, looking at your file, and your overall attitude I have no choice but to let you go. I’m sorry. I wish there was another way.” “Whatever. This place fucking sucks anyways. You and Aubree suck as managers. You’re going to ruin this place and I’ll be the one laughing.” Before I can say anything she grabs her things and storms out of the spa. Massaging my temples, I take a deep breath and call Ivy, hoping she’ll be able to help out. The phone rings and I pick it up. “Thank you for calling Exhale Spa. This is Charlotte, how may I help you?” “Charlotte,” a husky voice responds. “This is Ayden Sharp.” “Hi, Ayden. How are you?” Fuck, he would call now. “A little annoyed to be honest. Cam came home today frustrated. She’s six months pregnant and doesn’t need to be stressed out. Your incompetent staff stood in front of her and lied. She told her the wrong information and didn’t offer any help. This is not how I expect the spa to run. I know you’re a new manager.” “I’m really sorry, Ayden. I’m handling the situation now. Even though I’m new, I’m confident I can handle anything that comes my way. Things will be better. I’m glad she was still able to get her massage.” “Yes, I am too. But the therapist hadn’t done a prenatal massage in a while.” “Is she okay?” He sighs. “Yes, she’s fine. The massage was fine. I need to book her a ninety-minute massage with her usual therapist for tomorrow morning. Can you do that?” I look at the schedule and see Ivy’s fully booked and all of her clients requested her. Crap. “Right now she’s fully booked, but let me talk to her.” “Please do and get back to me.” “I will, Ayden. Please give Cam my apologies. I will handle this.” “Thank you,” he says and hangs up the phone. The afternoon and evening go by smoother than I expected. With persuasion and the promise of lunch,

Ivy’s going to take Cam and give her a massage. This made Ayden happy, which makes me happy too. “Good job today, Zara.” “Thank you, darling,” she smiles back and picks up her phone. “Ugh, my fiancé’s an idiot.” I laugh. “What’s wrong?” “You know how he’s coaching now?” I nod. “Well, he thought it would be funny to push the players to the point of exhaustion. Now their best player is out this game because he’s sick. Dumbass.” Zara’s worked for Exhale since January. She’s only part-time and works as a substitute teacher in the Pittsford school district. Her fiancé, Treston, accepted a job as a coach and they moved to Rochester last year. “Any plans tonight?” she asks. “Laying low. You?” “Heading to the game and then home. Our friends are coming to town, so we have tons of cleaning to do.” “Sounds fun.” I feel my phone vibrate and see it’s a text message from Troy. Troy: Come out tonight. Me: Where? Troy: MacGregors. Me: Why? Troy: Stop asking questions and come. Me: I thought we would hang out at your house and continue with exploring each other. Troy: As much as I’d love that, your brother decided a night out at the bar would be a good idea.

I groan. If Will is there, then we have to be careful and I can’t act like a jealous bitch if a girl walks by and eye fucks Troy. Troy: Stop thinking and be here soon. Me: I was thinking you guys need a guy’s night. I can head back and indulge myself with some Zac Efron. =) Troy: I’m hotter. Me: Well . . . That’s debatable. Troy: BS . . . Say I’m hotter. I bet Zac Efron couldn’t make you wet like I can or make you scream his name the way you scream mine.

God, I want him so bad. Me: I’ll call him up and see then I’ll let you know.

Troy: Me: LOL . . . If you really want me to go then I’ll be there soon. Troy: Don’t keep me waiting.



Chapter 31

Troy

We get to MacGregors and sit at the bar waiting for Charlotte to get here. The place is crowded tonight. A lacrosse match is up on the big screen and there are people everywhere, either playing pool, playing darts, or just standing around drinking and watching the game. I look around and see my favorite bartender walking up. Liz and I met a few years ago and we always talk when she’s working. She tells me about a lot of what’s going on with her personal life and I listen. We’re not close like Jane and I are, but she’s a nice girl and I like talking to her. “What’s up, handsome?” She smiles at me and pours me a drink. “Hello, beautiful. How’s everything going?” “Good.” She goes on and tells me about her son and finding a full-time job as a tattoo artist. “Things are going well. That jackass and Is broke up.” “Again?” “This time for good. He hit Brennan really hard and I lost it.” “Is he okay?” I ask. “Yeah, he’s fine. He told me he didn’t like his daddy and he wants to stay with me, so I’m only working Saturday nights here, and hoping I make more at the shop. Things might be hard for a while.” “Whatever you need, let me know.” She smiles and nods before handing Will a drink and wanders off to talk to the other patrons. “See, that’s the type of woman you need.” I glare at him. “She’s hot, man, and you two get along really well.” “No, thank you. Liz is a friend and I don’t want anything with anyone right now.” Will nods and orders a round of shots. After a few, Charlotte makes it in and sits down next to her brother. “Hey guys,” she says as Will orders her a drink. The second our eyes meet, I see the blush on her cheeks and my smile widens. I have to keep it cool tonight, especially around Will. He’ll know what’s going on if he sees me staring at her for too long. “How was work,” Will asks. I finish my drink and order another one. I listen to her talk about firing someone and dealing with her mistakes. “You’re real quiet tonight,” Liz tells me. She hands me my drink and I hear Charlotte continue talking to Will. “Been a long day.” Charlotte and I pretend to ignore each other so Will doesn’t have any idea about what’s going on. Jane hooks her arm with Charlotte’s and they talk about whatever girls talk about while Carter talks to me about the game. “Sucks, doesn’t it?” I nod my head knowing what he’s thinking about. “You need to come clean with him.”

“Fuck that. I have to listen to what Charlotte wants. She doesn’t want to hurt him, so for now I need to stay quiet. It’ll be fine.” “Whatever you say, man. You know we’ll do anything to keep Will away. It’s getting harder, though.” “Fuck, you’re telling me.” It’s killing me that I can’t touch her and make sure everyone knows she’s mine. Almost every guy in the bar is staring at her and it’s driving me crazy. There’s one guy who looks like a rich frat boy with his surfer style blonde hair, blue polo and khaki shorts. He’s wearing Sperrys and drinking a light beer. What the fuck is this? Who the fuck is he? I watch him talk to his friends and then he walks over to Charlotte and Jane. Will stands up and holds his beer, focusing on Abercrombie and Charlotte. I see the girls laugh and Charlotte brushes him off. Thank fuck. “Hey, I’m talking to you.” Abercrombie grabs her arm and before I even comprehend what I’m doing, I’m out of my seat, throwing a punch in his face. “Don’t you ever fucking touch her, asshole.” “What the fuck, man?” Jane pulls Charlotte out of the way and soon the guys and I are fighting Abercrombie and his friends. Liz and another bartender scream for us to stop and in a matter of seconds they get kicked out by security while we stay by the bar. Everyone who works here knows us and knows we don’t cause trouble. Looking over my shoulder, I see Will tending to Charlotte and I hear her say she’s okay and to stop worrying. I text Jane and tell her to take her to the bathroom. She reads the message, nods, and takes off with Charlotte. I get Will to the bar and Carter orders us shots. Quickly taking one, Carter orders more as I leave to go to the bathroom. Looking around to make sure I’m alone, I walk inside the women’s bathroom to find Jane and Charlotte by the sink. “Thanks, Jane,” I tell her. “Won’t be long.” “Okay, be quick please.” She winks and leaves us. I walk to the door, turn the knob to lock it and turn back to her. “You’re okay?” Charlotte rubs my arms and gives me a kiss. “Of course I am, babe. He was a douchebag, that’s all. Thank you for coming to my rescue.” “I’d never let any fucker hurt you, sweet girl.” “I know you wouldn’t,” she smiles. “So we’re alone right now.” “Yeah I can see that.” A sexy smirk plays on her face and she brings her lips to mine. She slides her tongue in and lets out a sinful moan. “We need to make this fast,” she reminds me. “I don’t want Will finding us in here like this.” “Whatever you need.” “I need you,” she whimpers. Turning her around and pushing her against the bathroom wall my lips meet the curve of her neck as

she grinds her ass onto my cock. Pulling down the thin straps of her dress I turn her back around and cup her breasts with my hands. “Fucking beautiful. Inside and out, Charlotte, you are beautiful,” I tell her. “Each time with you will always feel like the first. And each time I’m going to make sure you are completely satisfied and fulfilled.” Hearing her whimper and moan, seeing her fall apart in my hands, my mouth waters and my fingers itch to touch every part of her body. When she eyes me while shimmying out of her thong and tucks it into my pocket I nearly lose my mind with the need to fill her now. “I want to do something.” “I thought you wanted this to be quick?” “It will,” she winks and turns me around so my back is against the wall. “Shh,” she says while unbuttoning my jeans. Pulling down my jeans and boxer briefs to my ankles she grabs my erect cock and slowly sinks her mouth down on me. “Oh shit,” I groan. “Slow, sweet girl.” She locks her gaze onto mine and licks from the tip of my cock down to my balls. Her eyes never leave mine and it’s the sexiest thing ever. Bringing her mouth onto my cock again, allowing me to feel the back of her throat and fuck, she’s slowly killing me. Not wanting to come in her mouth I grab her up from the bathroom floor and pick her up in my arms. My fingers rub her clit and she wraps her legs around my waist. Charlotte bites down on my shoulder to hold her moans. “I’m going to fuck you hard, sweet girl.” She nods as I slide inside her, feeling how wet she is for me. Mine. Mine. Forever. Forever. We’re going to make it through this obstacle and anything else that hits our path. She’s going to love me forever and I’m going to do everything I can to keep a smile on her face. We’ll tackle the problems together and anyone who has a problem with us being together will soon realize it doesn’t matter what they’re feeling. Once love is successful there’s nothing in the world that can tear love apart. I hold her, diving into her, and feel her tighten around me. “Shit,” she moans. “I’m coming. I’m coming.” One more thrust, she comes and I follow. My mouth finds her and I deeply kiss her, hungry for her moans, hungry for more. When I break away and see how swollen her lips are she looks at me with desire and fire in her eyes. “We have to go back out,” she giggles. “I know.” I kiss her again and gently set her down and clean her. Adjusting myself and making sure she looks good I unlock the door and have her walk out first. I peer out and see Jane walking with Charlotte, then I follow. Will’s getting hammered with Carter and has no idea we were gone. Luckily some blonde comes up to him and they disappear for a while. Knowing Will, he’s having company tonight.

At the bar, it’s us, Carter, and Jane. I see how tired they’re getting and soon we say goodbye. My plan is to get Charlotte over to my house and spend the night with her. As long as she wakes up early tomorrow to make it home, Will won’t know. He likes to take women home to his house and not wake up until around seven in the morning. “Come home with me.” I kiss the side of her head and look for her car. “I rode with Jane, so you’ll have to take me home tomorrow.” “Perfectly fine with me.” I open the car door for her and then climb inside. Starting my car, I put the car in drive and make it home within minutes. Reaching my bedroom, I set her down on the bed and stare at the beautiful woman staring back at me. “You owe me an apology,” I tell her. “Why’s that?” “Because you didn’t let me taste you and rushed our bathroom adventure.” “My apologies, sir. I think I have something under my dress that’ll make up for what happened.” My eyes close and instantly I’m hard. Her pussy is addicting and I can’t get enough of it. Pulling off her dress and tossing it to the side I spread her legs apart and lick her clit. She urges me to keep going. The sounds escaping her lips are driving me crazy. I lick and suck her until she orgasms and quickly bring my lips to hers. This kiss is everything. With Charlotte, there’s a mix of sexy, forbidden, and playfulness. Tightening her arms around my neck I deepen the kiss and soon I’m plunging into her. “I can’t get enough of you.” “I know,” she whispers and pushes her fingers in my hair. “This feels so good,” she moans. “I love when you fuck me like this. So hard and so fast.” Her hips roll with mine and she arches her back off the bed. “There you go.” My mouth finds her perky nipples and I suck knowing full well how much she loves my lips on her. I spend a lot of time sucking and nipping, hearing her tell me how much she loves my mouth. I slow down a little and my fingers trail down her body. Knowing her neck is sensitive and she loves it, I lean down lower and nuzzle my lips to her neck, softly kissing and sucking. “Ah. Ah. Ah. Oooooo, Troy.” She says something else and I can’t make out what it is as my hand rubs her pussy while fucking her and sucking her neck. “So much pleasure. So much.” Her thighs tremble and I give her what she needs. Moving faster and harder we find our release together and she comes apart in my arms. “I love the apology in your shorts,” I laugh and hold her close to my chest. The next morning, I wake up before Charlotte and make breakfast for us. I make blueberry Belgian waffles, turkey sausage, eggs, and fresh squeezed orange juice for both of us. Standing in the middle of my kitchen making breakfast feels good. I’m hoping it turns out good and it’s just not for show. “Why, good morning,” I hear her say and turn around to see she’s standing by the kitchen entry wearing one of my shirts. Damn fine sight. “Are you making me breakfast?” “I am, sweet girl.” I walk to her and give her a kiss on her beautiful plump lips. “Mmm, my favorite taste.” “What taste? I don’t have gloss on.”

“The taste of sweet Charlotte,” I wink and hear her giggle. She wraps her arms around my middle and kisses my bare back. “You’re so gorgeous. My man is super sexy.” She kisses me again and holds me tighter. “I like having you here.” “I like being here, handsome.” She kisses my back again and skips to the kitchen table waiting for me.

Chapter 32

Charlotte

Troy’s in meetings for a while and I’m in need of girl time. Grabbing my keys, I head out to meet Aubree at Mex for drinks. It’s needed. When I get to the restaurant I find her outside with a pitcher. Perfect. “Hey!” I smile and give her a hug. “Hope you weren’t here for too long.” “Nope.” She pours me a glass and we clink glasses. “They make the best margaritas.” I take a sip and agree. This is the best margarita and I make a mental note to bring Troy here sometime. Then it hits me. We can’t really be seen in public. If Will finds out we’re together he’s going to lose his shit and I’ll be a huge disappointment to him. I can’t have that happen. “What’s wrong?” I look up and see the concern on her face. “Just a lot going on with my life,” I sigh. Since starting at the spa, Aubree and I have gotten really close. I find out she’s been single for almost two years. I need to set her up on a date soon. Oh, maybe a double date if Troy and I could just get our shit together. When I hear her phone buzzing I look down and see a picture of a baby. “Hey, who is that?” “Oh,” she quickly says and takes her phone. “It’s my God-daughter.” “Can I see a picture? She looks so cute.” “Ah, sure.” Aubree looks through her phone and I drink the rest of my drink before pouring myself another glass. “Here,” she says handing me her phone. I take in how cute she is with her sweet smile and chubby cheeks. “Her name’s Blaire and she’s the best baby ever.” “My goodness. Those cheeks are so chubby,” I laugh and thoughts about having a baby with Troy hit me. Oh, hell no. We can’t. It wouldn’t be good. Panic strikes and I feel faint. “You okay?” “Yeah,” I quickly respond. “Just thinking,” I smile at Aubree and go to refill my almost full glass, just for something to do. “No. There’s something else. I know we’re coworkers and you’re my manger, but I want us to be friends.” “We are!” “Since we’re friends, then you can talk to me about what’s going on. Seriously, I’m a great listener.” It’ll be good to talk to someone about Troy. Jessica’s my go-to person and she knows exactly what to say to me. With the wedding coming up her time is focused on planning, meeting with their wedding planner and Jimmy. I don’t want to bother her with all of my issues or questions. “So you know I’m seeing Troy.” “Yes. Go on.” “But it’s not like I can talk about him whenever I want. I’m scared to have Will find out so I’ll name him Fire.”

“Fire?” “When I’m with him my face turns red hot. The sex is ahhhhmazing and he has the power to burn me.” I look down thinking about how close I already am to him. I’m attached. Thinking about the possibility of not being with him is causing my chest to tighten. I don’t want to be negative, but it’s a possibility. Especially with Will. Aubree sighs and tells me to go on. “Well, the thing is my brother is way too overprotective. He won’t approve of this.” “I get it. Here’s my thought. Have fun and secure yourself in a relationship with him for a little bit. You want to be sure that this is something the both of you want and if it is, then talk to your brother. He loves you and wants you to be happy. If Fire is the one, then stay positive.” I think about what Aubree says and let it sink in. Will does love me and if Troy makes me happy he should approve and give us his blessing. I know he’ll feel betrayed because we’re keeping it from him. But, if it doesn’t work then we would’ve caused a rift for no reason by telling Will. “This will be good right?” I look into her eyes and hope to find the answer I need to know. She nods with a smile on her face. “You have to believe.” I sigh and drink my margarita. “I know.” “Don’t beat yourself up, Charlotte. Life is funny. It’ll never steer you in the wrong direction as long as you believe in your decisions and stay strong.” “Thanks, Aubree. I needed today.” “Always here for you!” The next morning, I wake up to a bright and beautiful day. My phone vibrates on my nightstand and I know it’s Troy. Troy: Get ready and meet me at the docks. Bring an overnight bag and whatever else you need. Today you’re mine.

I girly squeal and quickly get out of bed to get everything I need. Brushing my teeth and putting on my makeup in record time I look around my room to be sure I have everything. Excitement runs through me. Spending the day with Troy always makes me feel better. We have so much fun together and the boy I fell in love with is coming out. He’s not walking around with a stick up his ass anymore and he’s fun to be around. When we’re together, even though it’s just the two of us, I feel beautiful and more love than I’ve ever felt. He brings out the best in me. Will’s not home, so it’s easy for me to leave without being asked any questions. He hasn’t hovered over me, which is wonderful. Tossing my bag onto my passenger seat I put on my sunglasses and head to the docks in Canandaigua. Giddy and nervous I think about what we’re going to do today besides be with each other. The weather is supposed to be in the nineties, so being in the water and relaxing in the sun is a definite. Maybe tonight we’ll actually be able to walk around the park, holding hands, and being a couple. Pulling into an empty spot I grab my bag and rush to his boat, Angel Eyes. The name makes me smile. When I see her bobbing in the water I take a breath and climb on the boat ready to be with my man. “Hi,” I say and see him turn around. He takes three steps and takes me in his arms. “Hey.” He nuzzles his nose in my hair and holds me tight in his embrace. Slowly letting me go, our lips meet and he places his forehead on mine. “I’m excited for today with you.” “Me too.”

“Go sit down. Grab a drink and relax. I’ll drive us out and then we can talk.” “Okay.” I watch Troy check everything on the boat and plug in his phone to play music. He turns on his boat, looks around, and navigates out into the water. There are several people out on the water today on their boats, swimming, and on jet skis. I love being out here. It’s calming and helps me relax. I don’t think about work or what I need to do. I don’t think about my brother and what he’ll think when he finds out about Troy. Today it’s just us and no one else matters. Troy turns to look my way and gives me a smile. He looks so young and carefree right now. When we dock he comes over to me and sits down. “I want to tell you something.” “Sure, what’s up?” He rubs my arm and places his other hand on my leg. “I want to say sorry for everything from before. When you came back to town I don’t know what came over me. You’ve been everything to me since I was younger. I ah,” he clears his throat and looks away from me for a moment before turning back. “When you and Shawn started dating I don’t know, I was broken and fell apart.” I don’t respond. My heart is breaking from his honesty. At this very moment I know how much I love Troy Harding. “I promise I’m going to be a better man because that’s what you deserve. You mean the world to me, Charlotte. Having you back scares me because I don’t want you to leave me again. I love you.” Crashing my lips against his, I climb onto his lap and feel his tongue clash with mine. Pressing my chest to his, I can’t get close enough to him. Both of his hands cup my face. I grind on him, feeling his hardness and wanting so much more. Fiercely kissing me, and nipping my bottom lip, the ache between my legs hits level ten. I need this man and I need him now. “I love you, Troy. A huge piece of me belongs to you.” I hear his breath hitch and his arms hold me tighter. “When I’m with you I feel safe and nothing can hurt me because I have you to protect me. I know you’ll never let anything bad happen to me if it’s within your power to stop it.” “You’ll never know what it is like to feel my absence. No matter what, we’ll make it through, Charlotte.”

Chapter 33

Troy

She melts into me so easily. I love having her in my arms and feeling her skin on mine. We fit together and it’s easy to be myself when we’re together. Charlotte is someone I want to experience life’s adventures with. Even though she wasn’t mine in the past, she’s mine now, and she’ll always be mine. The light emanating from her represents everything good in my life. I can’t describe the freedom she gives me or the motivation to be the best man I can be. I’m not perfect, and I’ll make mistakes throughout our relationship, but she’s the first woman who makes me want to try. I want to give her the world. I want to be the man who makes her life better because that’s what she deserves. Not only is she my lover, but she’s my best friend and friendship is what’s going to make our relationship go the distance. Hearing her tell me she loves me puts everything in perspective. She’s perfect in every single way. No other woman gets me like she does. Charlotte’s mine, and she’ll forever be mine. Will can fucking get over it and accept it. There’s nothing he can do to me that’ll make me back down. “I love you, Charlotte. I’m going to show you the world and make sure you experience life with me.” “I’m looking forward to it.” She kisses me again and my fingers glide through her hair. I’m risking everything for her. Loving her is easy and I hope our journey will be smooth. She looks at me with nothing but love and complete trust. That look alone gives me the power to be the man she needs. “Let’s get in the water,” I excitedly say. Helping her off me I pull her dress off and toss my shirt with her dress to the side. Taking her hand in mine we hop off my boat. Hitting the water, I pull her to my lips and kiss her. She wraps her legs around my waist and I bring the both of us up to the surface. The laugh that escapes her beautiful lips is like music to my ears. We swim around for a while before she’s back in my arms and I’m holding her in the water. “Today has been incredible. I love being here and anywhere with you. Wherever you go, I go too.” I give her another smile and kiss her lips. “Let’s get back on the boat and have something to eat. I packed us some sandwiches, fruit, and we need to get some water.” “Okay.” I help her back onto the boat and bring out the picnic basket I have for us. I’ve never done this before for anyone. With Charlotte, I’ll do anything to put a smile on her face. Handing her a chicken salad sandwich and fresh strawberries and kiwis, we sit under the sun and enjoy lunch. “Why did you name your boat Angel Eyes?” “When I bought this boat I thought about you and how much you love being on the water. When we were younger I remember looking into your eyes and feeling at peace. You made things better. You made my life complete. I named this boat after you.” “You what?” I nod. “Really?” I nod again. “When I first got to Rochester I thought about you all the time. I thought about what it’d be like to have you here and explore the city with you. This was the first thing I bought when I got to town and I knew I had to name it after you. Everything I’ve done has been for you. It’s hard for me to admit, but I

think you know what’s in my heart.” “I do, Troy.” She smiles. I lean over to kiss her. “Mm, your kisses are the best.” “Good. I plan on kissing you forever.” “And ever.” The day is perfect with clear skies, the bright sun, and Charlotte next to me. When we get back she helps me clean and put the basket and her bag in my car. I hate that she took her car as well, but for now, this is how it has to be. Until we have the courage to tell Will, this is how we’ll live. Threading my fingers with hers she looks at me with a weird expression. “What?” “Nothing.” “Baby, what?” “I’ve been thinking about Will. I want to tell him so badly. I just don’t know how.” I kiss her hand and nod my head. Pulling her so we can walk, neither of us talk as we walk along the water watching the sun go down. This is how we should be-walking around like a couple without the fear of being caught. Fuck it, I’m going to talk to Will and he’ll understand. When we get back to my house I pick her up in my arms and rush upstairs. I need this woman and I need her now. In a matter of seconds our clothes are off and I’m pushing inside of her. “Damn, baby, you’re so wet. It’s going to be so hard to not come in you right now.” I want this to last with her. Being inside of her feels amazing. It’s another level of amazing. Charlotte relaxes and wraps her legs around me. She moans and moves with me. “Fuck.” I feel her core squeeze me tighter, almost as if asking for more. Well, damn. I need to give her what she needs. Pounding her sweet pussy, she screams for it harder. Holy fuck, this woman is incredible. Throwing my head back I groan and pleasure slips out of me as I pump in and out. Her pussy is hungry for my cock and I can’t leave her unsatisfied. Running my hands down her body and back up, I play with her taut nipples and see her breathing quicken. Leaning down and taking a nipple in my mouth I use my other hand to play with her clit. “Oh . . . ,” she moans. “Wow. Yes, Troy.” She grips my neck and I suck harder on her nipple. Going deeper into her warmth my body screams for more of Charlotte. I want her in every way, any time, and to be the only man to give her all her pleasures. Releasing her nipple, I show the other the same attention and feel her body squirm underneath me. “I’m so close!” She meets my thrusts and tightly pulls my hair. This is my limit. Damn. Spreading her legs wider, I pull her to the edge of my bed and fuck her into oblivion. The moans coming out of her sweet lips aren’t coherent and it makes me smile knowing she’s feeling pure bliss. “Coming. Imcomingrightnow,” she screams. We both find our release and I collapse onto her. I know I’m probably crushing her right now, but being this close to her feels too damn good. There are no words when it comes to sex with Charlotte. Slowly pulling out I head to the bathroom to get a wet towel to clean her. When I come back out she’s still lying on my bed with a smile on her face. Gently cleaning her I toss the towel and climb back into bed with her.

Charlotte’s my only exception. Cuddling and talking after sex was something I never wanted until she became mine. I tug the covers up and place my chin on top of her head. I need to hold her. The possessiveness I feel for her stays awake. Within a few moments I hear light snoring and look down to see my beautiful girl asleep in my arms. She’s relaxed and here with me. I smile and close my eyes. Her scent lingers in my room and I relish in this moment. There is a fear in the back of my mind that when Will finds out he will make her choose between me or him. Will taking her away from me altogether is a possibility. It’s creeping into my reality and I do everything I can to push it away. She loves me and she’ll never pick between us. Right? She’ll do everything in her power to make Will see how ridiculous he is and it’ll all work out in the end. It has to. Waking up to Charlotte curled up against me, feeling her heartbeat against my chest, and listening to her softly breathe is the best way to wake up. The sun shines through the bedroom window. It’s still early and I don’t want to wake her up from her slumber. I want her here with me. Looking at the time again I know she has to be up in a few minutes to get ready for work. I breathe in her intoxicating scent and think about yesterday. It brings a smile to my face and a good morning to my erect cock. Keeping her locked in my room sounds a lot better than letting her leave. Moving down her body I kiss her toes and move up until my lips are on the crook of her neck. Little moans fill my ears and her body stretches until she’s fully awake and looking at me. “I love the way you look when you just wake up.” “I love early morning kisses,” she yawns and slowly gets up. “I don’t want to go to work today.” “Then don’t. You don’t need a job.” “Shut up,” she giggles. “I’ll be back later today and I’ll cook you something special for dinner. How’s that sound?” “Perfect.” I kiss her softly and watch her naked body get out of my bed and walk into my closet. When she comes out wearing one of my shirts I have a shit eating grin on my face. She looks damn good right now. The blue shirt hits her mid-thigh and the view of her putting up her hair and stretching is something I can look at every day. Every single day. She doesn’t have that much time before she has to leave for work so I head downstairs and get a yogurt with granola ready for her. Popping a K cup in the Keurig I grab a travel mug and get her coffee ready. Is this what a real relationship feels like? With the other women I never dreamed of doing this or helping them in the morning. It never occurred to me to be a caring and sweet boyfriend. Material objects were more important than simple gestures. “You made me breakfast?” I turn around to see a happy girl with her work uniform on, holding a MacBook, and her oversized purse. “I did, sweet girl.” I walk over to her, placing a kiss on her lips and tasting that sweet peach on her lips. “New gloss?” She nods. “I like it.” “Glad you do.” I grab some things out of her hands and help her to her car. Standing beside her driver’s side door I

place my hands on her hips and kiss the tip of her nose. “Have a great day at work.” “Thank you,” she breathlessly says. “I love you.” “I love you too.” Watching her leave, the biggest smile is on my face. I haven’t smiled like this in so many years, and in a matter of weeks, this girl is giving me every reason to. Everything makes sense when I’m around her. We fit together. We make sense. You don’t question what feels right. It just is.

Chapter 34

Charlotte

When I get to work, Aubree’s standing in the office with a box on my desk. She’s staring at it and I’m wondering what’s going on. “Morning.” “Hey,” she says. “Who’s Shawn?” My heart stops and my breathing quickens. Why is she asking for Shawn? Is that box from Shawn? I have to sit down and breathe or else I’m going to pass out. Slowly opening the box, Aubree watches me and doesn’t say anything. Putting the box on the floor in front of me I see an envelope and pick it up. Sliding my finger across to open the letter I pull it out to see Shawn’s words. Charlotte, It’s been a while since we’ve been broken up. I think about you all the time and wonder how you’re doing. I thought giving you time would be what you need. Since you aren’t back I know there’s more to this than you told me. Watching you leave was the hardest thing I had to do, but I did it because you asked me. You asked me to let you go and not chase you. I’m sorry, I can’t do that anymore. Please tell me what I need to do to have you back? You’re my life, Charlotte, and I’ll do anything to get you back. Please talk to me. I’ll be in town and hope you’ll make time to talk to me. Please, hear me out, and let me in. All the way in. I love you. -Shawn Putting the letter down I pull out a scrapbook I made for us during our relationship and find another box. Grabbing that box I open it to see the engagement ring he gave me. Tears spill down my cheeks. I sob hot tears and close my eyes. The ache I never wanted to feel comes back as I try to catch my breath. Clenching my chest, I close my eyes and lean back in my chair. This isn’t happening. Please, this isn’t happening. I can’t handle Shawn right now. I don’t love him anymore. I love Troy. I want Troy. My past with Shawn comes rushing back and it’s overwhelming me. “Charlotte!” “No. No. It’s okay.” I shake my head and put my hand up. My eyes find the ring again and flashes of that night hit me. “Charlotte, you saved me and brought the light back into my life. Without you, I’m nothing.” I watch Shawn get down on one knee and pull out a solitaire diamond ring. All I can see is Troy and I’m smiling from ear to ear. My dream is coming true. “Marry me, Charlotte. Make me the happiest man.” “Yes! Yes, Troy, I’ll marry you.” As soon as the words escape my lips I don’t see Troy anymore. I see Shawn. I see the man I’ve been with for the past three years and the man who gave me everything. “Troy? What?”

“Oh no.” “Just breathe, Charlotte. It’s going to be okay.” I hear Shawn’s voice in my head. I hear his plea from the words in his letter and they repeat in my head. I try to do as she says and close my eyes. It’s going to be okay. I’m with Troy and he means the world to me. If Shawn does come to town, we talk and it’ll all be okay. The day goes by and all I can feel is numbness. My body feels empty and guilt consumes me. I did this to Shawn. I left him and caused him so much pain. Now he’s here and wants to talk. I can’t bring myself to do this. Maybe I don’t deserve to be happy. I mean, I ruined Shawn’s life and now I’m with Troy. Maybe this is karma coming into my life to mess it up for me. Troy’s not going to understand why Shawn’s here and wants to talk. After work, instead of going to Troy’s I head back to Will’s and climb into bed, ignoring the world, and falling asleep. I need to be away. “Charlotte,” I hear Troy’s voice and slowly open my eyes to see his worried expression. “What’s wrong?” I can’t find the words to tell him what’s going on. Tears fall and a terrified look is on his face. “Talk to me. I’m so worried about you. What’s going on? Did I hurt you?” I don’t trust my voice. I don’t trust anything right now. Another man has given me his heart and here I am about to break it because I don’t trust myself. What makes me think I deserve a happily ever after with Troy? He’s my brother’s best friend and I’m about to ruin their friendship. I can’t ruin another life. I’m terrified and my chest is getting tighter. I can’t do this. I can’t. “Shawn sent me a package.” I look up and see Troy’s body straighten. “It’s not what you think. He sent me our scrapbook, a letter, and the engagement ring. He asked me to marry him and when he was down on one knee, I saw you,” I sob. “It’s always been you, Troy. But I hurt him and I’m so scared I’ll hurt you.” “Don’t be scared. I have the same fears. Together we’ll figure it out and we’ll make it through, okay?” I don’t respond. “Do you still love him?” “No.” I wipe my tears. “I owe him this. He’s in town and wants to talk. Will that be okay?” “I don’t know. I mean, I guess, but the idea of you being with him pisses me off. I’m not happy about you seeing him. You need to tell me where you’re meeting him and when.” “I’m so sorry, Troy,” I tell him, crying, and holding his hand. “I love you so much, but I just . . .” “I love you too, baby, and we’ll figure it out whatever is going on, okay?” Before I can say anything, Will’s throwing Troy off my bed. “What the fuck, man?” Troy quickly gets up and gets in Will’s face. “We’re just talking. That’s it.” “Oh, really? So professing your love is a figure of speech?” He pushes him again. Carter runs in and gets between the two. “Move, Carter.” “Not a chance, man.” He looks at both guys before looking at me. “Is everything okay?” I pull the covers up and shake my head.

“Will, you need to calm the fuck down,” Troy yells. “We were going to tell you . . .” “No,” he screams. “Not my fucking sister, man. You can have anyone. I fucking told you to stay away from her. I told you, bro code. We’ve been best friends since day one and you helped me take care of her and now you’re fucking my baby sister?” His words make me wince. I can’t look at anyone right now. “She’s more than that. I love her. I fucking love her and want to be with her.” “No. You wouldn’t. No.” My heart breaks listening to them. I’ve ruined their lives. Will’s never going to forgive me and Troy’s not going to want to deal with this drama. Everything’s in slow motion. Will pushes Carter out of the way and punches Troy in the face. He goes down hard and blood comes out of his mouth as he turns to his back and Will kicks him in the side. Carter rushes up and pushes Will down. Troy’s broken and holding his mouth and side, yet I’m sitting on my bed. I can’t move. I can’t save either of them. “Get the fuck out of my house, Troy. The one thing I ask of you and you couldn’t even do it. Get out.” Will stares at me. “You disappoint me. I never thought my sister would betray me. It was always us, Charlotte.” Troy slowly gets up and looks at me. His bloodied mouth is bruising and the anguish in his eyes is killing me. I should get up and hold him. I should care for him. “I love you,” he tells me, holding his side. Even though Will and Carter are in the room, it feels like it’s just us. “Say something, please.” I can’t. “I was going to give you the world. You have to know how much I love you and how long I’ve been waiting for you. It’s just you, Charlotte. I’ll give you space, but that doesn’t mean I don’t love you, because I do. With my whole heart.” Sobs wrack my body and I want to get up and jump in his arms. I want to wipe the blood from his lips and kiss his bruises. I want to ice the side of his body and care for him. He didn’t deserve this. Only, I can’t move. I’m frozen on top of my bed. He looks at me again and walks out of my room, leaving me feeling alone and scared.

Chapter 35

Charlotte

I’m staying with Aubree for the time being. Things with Will aren’t good and it’s best that I stay away. I haven’t reached out to Troy and I’m not sure how he’s doing. I have no idea what to say to him. “Are you going to meet him?” Aubree asks. “Yeah, I think so.” I smile at baby Blaire and blow her kisses. She giggles and it’s honestly making things better. Last night Aubree broke down and told me that Blaire is her baby and not her God-daughter. The father isn’t in the picture and she doesn’t know how to handle it. She told me he’s in town and they haven’t seen each other since the last time they slept together. She loves him, but knows he’s not ready to be a dad. My heart breaks for her and I want to do anything I can to help her. “You and Blaire are so loving this morning.” “She’s so cute,” I gush and give her more kisses. “I’m scared about today.” Last night before I went to bed, Shawn’s text came in asking to meet. We’re meeting today for lunch and I’m a little nervous to see him. “Don’t worry. Now go and stop using my baby to shield yourself.” “Fine.” When I get to Trata I walk in to find Shawn sitting by the hostess stand. He smiles when he sees me and gets up. “Hey. You made it.” “I did.” He’s wearing a casual outfit-jeans and a white polo paired with gray sneakers. The hostess leads us to a booth and hands us menus. I can’t look at it right now. I need to talk to Shawn and get this out of the way. “Why did you send me the letter and box?” I blurt out. Great, this is exactly how I wanted to start the conversation. “Honestly, I want you back and seeing you feels good. Tell me what’s going on, please.” “I do love you, Shawn, just not in that way. We turned back into friends and as much as I respect you, I can’t be with you. I appreciate you trying and coming back here. I’d like to be friends and still have you in my life.” “I don’t get it. You and Troy?” “Yeah, I mean things are bad right now because Will just found out. I love him, Shawn, like to the moon and back kind of love.” “I can love you like that. Will wants us together. We spent so many years together. This isn’t something I can let go. How can you do this?” “Because I’m not selfish. I know you love me and I’m going to hold on to our memories. I’m letting you go so you can be happy and I can have a chance to be with the man I love.” “I came all the way here to get you back.”

“I know, but it’s not going to work out. I don’t know what else to say to let you down easy. I’m sorry. So sorry.” “I had to try one more time, Charlotte. All I want is for you to be happy. You deserve all the happiness in the world and if someone else can do that then I commend him. Things in life might seem unfair at times, but everything happens for a reason. We meet people, and our lives change. You changed me and I hope to make someone very happy one day.” “And you deserve that too, Shawn. I want that for you.” “Thank you. So, I know there’s more. Talk to me.” I tell him about Troy and the past when we were younger. I tell him about how much I love him, and how badly I hurt the two most important men in my life. “Here’s the thing. Love is never perfect. Sometimes people aren’t right for each other in the beginning, but then they are given a second chance and the timing is better.” “Maybe. I guess. I don’t know. What am I supposed to do about my brother?” “Talk to him,” he reaches out and holds my hand. “Tell him how you feel and how much you love Troy.” “It’s not that easy,” I explain. “I couldn’t save him from Will. We haven’t talked in a few days. Things suck right now.” “Because you have to face the storm and conquer it before you can enjoy the sun.” “What’s that supposed to mean?” “Nothing in life is perfect. If you don’t face these obstacles now, you’ll get used to being perfect all the time,” he explains. “For every obstacle that comes your way, and for every obstacle you successfully conquer, you and Troy get stronger and can take on anything that comes your way. Remember when I used to want to talk to you?” I nod. “Communication is key to every successful relationship. Sure, sexual desire and the fire is important too, but that may die a little as life progresses. Communication and the need for that doesn’t change.” I hear everything he’s saying and have to agree. We’ve conquered so much already and if I can’t get over this, then I don’t deserve him. I came to Rochester to reunite with my brother and get the man I love. Wallowing in my own self-pity and crying at night isn’t going to solve anything. If I don’t do something now, then I don’t deserve someone as amazing as Troy. “Thank you for talking to me,” I tell Shawn. “I’m glad we can be friends.” “Always here for you, love.”

Chapter 36

Troy

Sitting alone in the dark isn’t how I pictured my life at this moment. I’m not sure what time it is or what today is. Still wearing my sweatpants and tee-shirt, I fumble for my glass of whiskey and stare at the TV screen, holding my game controller, and not giving a fuck about anything or anyone. The other night I helped Sal out at a nightclub promotional party for some B-list celebrity performing in downtown. We were security for the night and dealt with fucking assholes who couldn’t hold their liquor. Towards the end a fight broke out and some idiot thought punching me in the face would earn him points with whoever he was trying to impress. I smiled when he hit me and took him down to the ground. It felt good hitting him back and getting him down on the ground. Little fucker cried that I was holding onto his wrists too tight. I didn’t give a shit and went home to the bottle of whiskey. I think about her and wonder what she’s doing. I miss her. I miss having her in my room, in my house, and in my life. I replay the scene in her room and how scared she was at seeing her brother attack me. I get his anger and I understand the lashing out part. I said what I needed to say and now I’m going to wait for her. Touching my unshaven face and looking at the empty bottle of whiskey, I aimlessly play Call of Duty on my PS4. I scream at the TV and shoot the motherfuckers, earning points for my team. The creation of games is quite mesmerizing. I can sit here for hours on end, forget about the shit going on in my life, and release my anger out on strangers without actually using physical violence. It’s therapeutic. Since the fight last week we haven’t talked and I have no idea what the fuck’s going on with her. As much as it’s killing me not to see her, touch her, be with her . . . I need to give her space. I know Will is also respecting her wishes and giving her space because he knows they’re supposed to stick together, just like I’m supposed to be with Charlotte. But shit happens and now I’m sitting here in the living room, with an empty bottle of whiskey, my game, and memories of sweet, beautiful, Charlotte. The doorbell rings and I’m up out of my seat to open the door. It’s Charlotte. She’s come back to me. When I open the door, it’s definitely not who I want to see. “What? Here to kill me. Go ahead.” “Stop being a pussy,” Will says and pushes me inside. He closes the door and I’m ready to fight. I’ve learned a few moves from COD. “She’s gone,” I glare at him. “It’s your fucking fault.” “Mine? Please enlighten me.” Will paces my living room and sits down, fumbling with the controller in his hand. “You could have anyone. Why her?” “Because she makes everything better. She’s my person. I love her, man. We’ve been in love with each other since she was sixteen and I never acted on it. We made a promise to each other when she turned eighteen that I would wait for her.” “But you fucked around with other chicks.” “No,” I tell him. “I didn’t do that until after you pushed her to be with Shawn and she listened to you

because hurting you was something she could never do. She chose your happiness over her own. She’s been miserable and you allowed that to happen.” Will doesn’t say anything and stays still. “I respected you and her, so I walked away. She was all I could see and all I wanted. We did this. We were miserable, so that you could be happy. How fucked up, huh?” Will nods. “And now I can’t be with her because your stubborn ass won’t accept that I’m good for her. I’m your best friend, man. You know me. You know I’d never let anything happen to her and that I wouldn’t hurt her.” “I don’t know.” “The fuck you don’t know,” I growl. “I treat Charlotte the way she deserves to be treated. I worship her. I cherish her. I fucking love her, but you’re too fucked up in the head to see that your own God damn sister is happy or that your fucking best friend is happy.” “I saw the way you treated Andrea. I don’t want that for her,” Will screams back. “Do not compare Andrea to Charlotte! Think about it, Will. You knew I used Andrea and didn’t want anything with her. With Charlotte I want the world. Every day when we were together I felt alive. I fucking felt happy.” “Yeah, I got that. You’re my best friend, man. I turned to you and trusted you.” “And you still can. I love her. I respected you when she was younger. She’s not someone I’ll throw out or treat badly,” I explain. He stares at the floor, his shoulders tense, and when his eyes meet mine, I can see the hurt. “How the fuck is this happening? How long? I mean did you fucking touch her when she was younger because I swear I’ll kill you right here.” “No. I didn’t touch her. When she left I lost a piece of myself. I missed her, but then I realized she wasn’t coming back to town. Until she did. She’s changed my life.” He shakes his head. “Does she love you?” “Yeah, man, she does. She’s loved me since we were younger too. We tried to stay away. I tried so hard, but I couldn’t. I don’t want to lose you or her. I want you to accept this.” “She’s all I have left.” “I know,” I say. “I know and I’ll respect her until the day I die.” His fists clench and I’m fucking scared he’s going to kill me. I had to tell him everything and how I feel about her. His head raises and he looks at me. “Do you believe me?” “Yeah, I do.” “Then can you not scare the shit out of me?” I laugh. “I mean, my body is pretty bruised right now.” “Don’t push me, Harding. I will kick your ass again.” We laugh and I sit down on the couch, turn on the game, and we sit in my living room playing COD like before. “How is she?” Will shrugs. “She moved out for a little bit and she’s staying with someone from work. She,” he clears his throat, “she’s upset. My baby sister only wants to be happy and I stood in the way. I told her

how disappointed I am with her.” “She’ll be okay. Give her time.” “Yeah,” Will says. “Yeah. I miss her and I want her to know how sorry I am.” “I know Charlotte. She wanted this to be kept a secret so you wouldn’t be hurt. She loves you, man.” “I get it,” Will nods. “Just don’t hurt her, okay?” “I won’t.”

Setting up what I need to, I pull out my phone and see Charlotte’s message letting me know she’s here. Going inside I meet her by the front door and lead her upstairs so she can change into what I bought her. “What’s going on?” “Just change into what I have for you on the bed and then meet me in the kitchen.” “Oh, okay,” she eyes me with suspicion, but doesn’t ask me anything more. Watching her go inside I hear her gasp and make my way downstairs to change into my black tux and get her corsage ready. Taking in one breath and letting it out I hear the door open and walk to the bottom of the stairs. The princess pink prom dress is fitted around her middle and flows out like a ball gown. “Wow,” I whisper as I watch her walk down the stairs. Meeting me at the bottom I take her hand and raise it to my lips. “Hi.” “Hi. What is all of this?” “You’ll see.” Sliding the pink and white calla lily corsage on her wrist I hook her arm through mine and walk outside. Her eyes go wide as she looks around and sees our friends in their tuxes and gowns waiting for her. “What?” “It’s your prom night.” “But you already gave me one.” “Yeah, but this one is better because we have your friends, and Will’s here.” “What?” She looks at me and back to Will. “He knows?” I nod my head. Charlotte pulls away from me and walks over to her brother. “Thank you,” I hear her say and they hug. It’s the moment we’ve waited for and now it’s here. Jane hits the play button on the iPod and a slow song plays. Charlotte turns around and smiles. Luke Bryan’s song To the Moon and Back fills the outside air. I hold my arm out and she walks to me, taking my hand into hers. Spinning her around and pulling her to my body, we sway to the music. “You’re here.” “I’m here, sweet girl. I’m never leaving you.” “I’m sorry for everything. I’m sorry I left you and I’m just sorry.” “Shh, it’s okay. I know you needed space and I had faith in us. I need you, Charlotte, like I need the air I breathe.”

“I’m never leaving you, Troy. I’m yours, always and forever.” Forever. Forever. Forever. I kiss her freely and she melts into my arms. I don’t care who’s around us. There’s no more reason to hide or keep our relationship a secret. We’re free to love each other and be together. The night goes on, we’re spending time together with our friends and Will. Everyone seems to have a great time until Will and Aubree, another manager at Exhale, talk. I’m not sure what’s going on and I see the tension in his shoulders. Not wanting to bother him I look to Carter and he sees what I see. “What’s going on?” “Do you remember when we went to Miami?” I nod. “Remember that one girl Will met, slept with, and then she left?” “Oh fuck. That’s her isn’t it?” Carter nods and I look over at Charlotte. She eyes me with confusion and I’m not sure what to think or do. Jane and Charlotte walk over to us and we watch what’s going on before our eyes. “So how does Aubree know Will?” Charlotte asks. I explain the story to her and then see her eyes go wide. “Oh no,” she says. “What?” I’m so confused right now. “Just no. Never mind. No.” “Do you want to fill me in?” “I can’t. Not yet.” After they talk, Will comes over to us and grabs a drink. He doesn’t say anything, he just starts chugging a beer. Walking to a lounge chair he slumps down and puts his bottle down. “You okay?” I ask. “Not sure. I have a lot going on. Seeing her again, fuck. I didn’t know she lived here. How could I not know?” “Does she mean anything to you?” I see Will nod and stay quiet. “But she moved on and apparently is back with her daughter’s dad or whatever, so fuck it, I don’t care.” We stay quiet for the rest of the night. Jane and Carter help me clean outside while Charlotte peacefully sleeps in my room. After a few shots and drinks, plus her exhaustion, she needs to sleep. Everyone leaves around one in the morning. Locking the doors and checking my phone to see if Will texted I head upstairs and watch my girl sleep. Damn, I’m lucky. The next morning, I wake up to find my cup of coffee on the island with a note.

Taking the cup, I head outside to find my beautiful girl wearing a white sun dress holding a bouquet of flowers. “Hi,” I smile. “What are you doing?” “Hi,” she smiles back and walks to me. “I’m going to make mistakes and I’m going to upset you. I hope that you can teach me to love with my whole heart and not be scared of any obstacles that come our way.” She hands me the flowers and kisses my cheek. “I want to make mistakes with you. I want to be with you through the storms, floods, earthquakes, and sunshine. I want you through all of the seasons.” “I want you through it all, Charlotte. I love you.” Dropping the flowers, I bring her into my arms and hold her close. “But what’s going on? We went through all of this last night.” “I know. But last night we were around everyone. I wanted to talk to you, with just us, outside, and tell you how much you mean to me. I want you to know I met with Shawn and told him everything. I want you to know that without you, I’m just Charlotte. With you, I’m so much more.” Breaking away from her arms I place my forehead against hers and smile down. I’m free. The walls crumble around my heart and I have the woman I love in my arms. Her eyes shine so brightly into mine and it feels like I’m holding a piece of heaven in my hands. “Go upstairs, sweet girl. Undress and wait for me. I want you naked and ready for me.” A whimper leaves her lips and she runs back into the house. I love when my girl is ready and willing. I want to please her in every way and explore all of our fantasies together. Making her wait, I head upstairs one step at a time and slowly walk to my bedroom. The door’s closed and I know that when I open it she’ll be ready for me. Opening the door, I toss my shirt to the side and step out of my sweats. Her eyes widen seeing how hard I am for her. Fuck, this girl is beyond my wildest dreams. She’s lying on her side, her naked body exposed and waiting for me. She slowly gets up and meets me. Her tongue touches my chest and I groan and push her against the wall. Her body trembles and her breathing goes wild. “Shhh.” I eye her and slowly enter her sweet pussy. It’s only been a week and it feels too long since I’ve been with her. She holds onto my shoulders and moans when I begin fucking her against the wall. “Tell me what you want.” “I want you to fuck me. I want you to make me come. I want to scream your name over and over.” “Fuck,” I groan and pick up my pace. “Is this what you want?” “Yes,” she screams. “Yes, please.”

I love it when she begs for more. Placing my lips in the crook of her neck, her legs wrap tighter around my waist. Her boobs press against my chest. Fuck, her skin is so soft. I love how she feels. Feeling her pussy tighten around my cock I feel her release and soon find my own. Bringing her to the shower I help her inside and turn on the hot water. Steam quickly fills the bathroom and her lips find mine. We can’t get enough of each other. I will always want more of her. “I love you so much,” she says between kisses. “I love you more.” I wake up to Charlotte looking at me. She kisses my forehead and snuggles in my arms. She’s clinging onto me and I love it. I want to hold her forever and keep her in my arms. We’ve been through a lot already, and I know we’ll face more obstacles. That’s okay, though. Anything that hits us, we’ll face together because that’s how much I love her and want to be with her. “I need to talk to my brother.” She kisses me and climbs out of bed. “Do you want me to go too?” “No. I need to do this on my own. I’ll be back later, okay?” “Okay.”

Chapter 37

Charlotte

Walking into Will’s house, I find him in the living room watching TV. I sit down next to him and place my head on his shoulder. “Hi.” “Hey, baby sister.” “Thank you for everything, Will. I know I shouldn’t have kept Troy from you and I should’ve been honest. You have to know where I was coming from.” He sighs and kisses the side of my head. “I do now. I know you feel like you owe me something and you don’t.” “You gave up your life for me, though.” “And I’d do it all over again. You’re my sister. You’re my family and I’ll always protect you. I want you to be happy, Charlotte. Troy’s a good guy and I trust him. I trust that he’ll love you and cherish you. I want the best for you.” “I know. I know that you had a hard time and I’m sorry for keeping it from you. I didn’t want to hurt you.” “I’ll admit, I was hurt. I was hurt because I kept you from being happy. I was hurt because I was a shitty best friend. Now things are going to be different. I still want you to be careful and I’m not ready for you to live with Troy. Give it time. Can you do that?” “Yes,” I laugh. “We’re not moving in. We’re still getting to know each other more, so don’t worry.” “Good to know,” he smiles and I see a question on his face. “Your friend Aubree.” “Yeah?” “She and I have history.” “I heard.” “I need her number and I need it now, Charlotte. It’s something I have to do and I’m sorry, I know I’m putting you in a bad position.” Without thinking I take Will’s phone and punch in Aubree’s number. Knowing that he’s going to do something about it makes me so happy. I know he’s going to have a long road ahead and Aubree might not be okay with this. The thing about love is that problems and obstacles will happen. Everything will work out when it’s supposed to.

Six months pass and I’m standing next to my best friend in Hawaii as she says “I do” to her best friend. I wipe the tears from my eyes and listen to their vows and promises of forever. When the priest tells Jim to kiss Jessica, the guests cheer and I watch as they kiss and walk to their happily ever after. Walking down the aisle with Shawn, I smile at Troy as he sits next to Will in his Armani suit looking devilishly handsome.

I can’t believe we’re here in Hawaii and it’s been six months. I’m living with Troy and every day is a blessing. Since the day I showed up on his doorstep to now, we’ve been through trials and tribulations and now we’re here, happy and more in love than yesterday. We’ve been in Hawaii for the past week, helping Jessica and Jim with their wedding, and enjoying the time away from home. I’m still working at the spa and Troy’s having fun with his business. Several of his clients are now members and they’re seeing how massage therapy helps with their weight loss. I love seeing his clients happy and ready to be challenged. “Stop smiling,” Shawn whispers. “You have that look in your eyes.” “Oh, shut up,” I laugh as we meet Jim and Jessica for pictures. We stand with the lovely couple, smile, and listen to the direction of our photographer. After pictures we head back to the reception area and watch their first dance as man and wife. I feel Troy before seeing him. His lips meet the crook of my neck and we sway together to the music playing. “You’re so beautiful.” “Why thank you, sir. You’re pretty handsome too.” We both watch them dance and I look at Will standing at the bar. He looks down at his phone and I wonder what’s going on with him. Part of me knows, but I want to hear it from him. “Don’t worry about him.” “I know,” I sigh. “Just sucks. He deserves to be happy.” “He will.” Turning into the arms of my love I smile and kiss his chin. “I love you so much.” “I love you more.” “When you say that it makes me smile.” “I know,” he says and holds me tight in his arms. Towards the end of the night we get on the dance floor and sway to the music. My head rests on his chest as I cling to his back. I love the closeness of us. We can dance like this forever and ever and it’ll never be enough. His hand presses on the small of my back. I love how much he adores me. Looking up I see his eyes shining down on me. With every smile, with every kiss, he’s standing here before me, loving me and cherishing me. Every breath we breathe is ours alone. I’ll choose Troy Harding in every lifetime and in every world we live in. There’s no one else that’ll compare. He’s it for me and I’m ready to take on forever. Everywhere I am, he’s with me. We need each other like it’s our last breath. This type of love, you can only experience once in a lifetime. My heart swells when he’s around and I know that things will always be smooth, especially with Troy.

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Acknowledgements

The first and most important thank you goes to you, sunshine. You’re taking time away from family, friends, and life, to get lost with my characters and their story. I hope Troy and Charlotte stay with you and you enjoyed reading their story. Writing this story was fun and I’m so glad that you decided to one click on my book. Being an Indie Romance Author has been an unforgettable journey because of YOU. From the bottom of my heart thank you for letting my stories into your heart and for your love and support. Thank you for always having faith in me and for sticking around all these years. I love you to the moon and back! The Indie community is always changing and I’m learning something new every day. The friends and connections I’ve made mean so much to me. It feels so good to be part of this community and I can’t wait to see all the successful everyone will reach. The COPA ladies are the best. Hands down. I love our group and to be able to reach out to you for advice or simply to vent. This group is full of talented sweethearts and I’m very blessed. Big love and hugs to my amazing team for helping me with beta reading, plotting, writing, editing, designing, and creating captivating teasers for my book! Thank you The Next Step PR, Enticing Journey Book Promotions, Give Me Books, Eye Candy Bookstore, Karen, Renita, Rochelle, Kelli, Elle, Stefanie, Jessica, Judy, Alexis, Sommer, Dana, Pat, Daniel, Integrity Formatting, and Carol. I’m so thankful for your hard work and constantly working to ensure everything will go smoothly. Thank you to my PA, Lexi, for constantly keeping me on my toes and always going above and beyond to help me. It’s been a great couple of years and I’m very lucky to have you by my side. Thank you to the bloggers for sharing my work and reading! It’s scary to reach out to new bloggers, but y’all are so sweet and honest. I’m so thankful that we get to have a group of bloggers who want nothing more than to see us succeed. Thank you from the bottom of my heart. Thank you to my sassy babes, you ladies rock! This reading group is always fun and never a bore. Thank you for your never ending support and love. Thank you to my family and friends. This writing journey wouldn’t happen if it weren’t for your push and love. I’m so thankful to have a support team like you and knowing that if I fall everyone will be there to catch me and pick me back up. Finally to my husband. Kevin I love you. Thank you for putting up with my crankiness and helping me reach the stars. There will never be a me without you.

About the Author

S. Moose is a New York Times and USA Today Bestselling author, living in Webster, NY with her family, friends, and shorkie, Charlie. A 2011 St. John Fisher graduate, S.Moose loves to read and write. She enjoys getting lost in the fictional world and creating a place where readers can fall in love and swoon over the cute boys she brings to life. When she isn’t in her room in front of her computer or a book, she is with her family and friends being silly and enjoying life. She’s romantic at heart and loves anything with a happily ever after.

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Table of Contents Playlist Other Books by S. Moose Dedication Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7 Chapter 8 Chapter 9 Chapter 10 Chapter 11 Chapter 12 Chapter 13 Chapter 14 Chapter 15 Chapter 16 Chapter 17 Chapter 18 Chapter 19 Chapter 20 Chapter 21 Chapter 22 Chapter 23 Chapter 24 Chapter 25 Chapter 26 Chapter 27 Chapter 28 Chapter 29 Chapter 30 Chapter 31 Chapter 32 Chapter 33 Chapter 34 Chapter 35 Chapter 36 Chapter 37 Acknowledgements About the Author