Posts

AFOC Chapter 16

Image
Chapter 16 BPOV During the trip, Julie is withdrawn, as if she doesn’t want to be here. I don’t want to pry by asking her what’s wrong, so I just help with packing the few things she picked out and get the rest ready to ship. She doesn’t ask to see her grandparents or even any of her friends. I should worry why she doesn’t, but she’s in such a hurry to just go back home. She seems miserable during the time we spend in Florida, but I don’t want to make it worse by asking too many questions. Now that we’re on the plane home, I figure it’s a good time to ask. I wrap my arm around her shoulders. “Are you okay, sweetie?” She shrugs. “Are you and Edward officially my parents in the eyes of the law now?” “Yes,” I answer slowly, confused about the direction the conversation is now taking. “So, I can call you Mom, and Edward Dad?” Her voice trembles, showing her vulnerability. Oh. I squeeze her close to me, kissing the top of her head. “You can call us whatever you feel like.
Post a Comment
Read more

AFOC Chapter 15

Image
Chapter 15 EPOV I don’t want to move, but I need to stop the waves roaring in my ears. I need my stomach to calm down before I throw up. The light on my eyelids gets brighter, forcing me to sit up and face my raging hangover.  Making only slits with my eyes, I find my way out of the den and into the kitchen where I smell coffee and I see some pills out on the counter waiting for my consumption. I slowly pour some coffee and grab the white pills and swallow them down with the black goodness.  I rest my hands on the counter as glimpses of the previous night play in my head. I remember Jared kissing Bella. I remember her pushing him away. I went for him, but she told me she would handle it, and told me to take a walk.  Take a walk. As much as that upset me, it was the romantic setup on the desk behind them that really got to me. He was confident enough to set up a romantic dinner at work and then kiss her. Is my relationship with Bella that bad off? I lay my head on
Post a Comment
Read more

AFOC Chapter 14

Image
Chapter 14 Lucian POV “Shit, Sam.” I groan as she grinds into me. Her shirt is tossed to the floor, and I’m cupping her breasts as we ride out our high. Her head falls to my shoulder and my hands slide down to her hips as our breathing evens out. I’m relieved we’re at my house because I’m so uncomfortable in my pants. “When I marry you, our wedding night is going to be something for the books,” I joke, kissing her neck. She chuckles, prying herself away from me to grab her shirt as I grab clean boxers and head to the bathroom. I’m thankful we’re on the third floor and my brothers are busy with their own things. Damon is with Trisha at a doctor’s appointment and ultrasound, where I guess they’ll be able to see what they’re having. Mike is working, and my younger siblings are outside with Dad enjoying the leaves that have fallen, signaling early October. When I return from the bathroom, Sam is relaxing on her stomach with her homework. “I’m wondering if we should take our st
Post a Comment
Read more

AFOC Chapter 13

Image
Chapter 13 Damon POV I can hear all the kids from the backyard yelling and laughing over the pumping music. It’s our family barbeque, signaling the end of summer. We always have it the weekend after our first week of school. Our entire family invites friends and coworkers along with my aunts and uncles. It's a pretty big deal. The number of people seems to triple every year. I invited Trisha to come; she said she would if she felt up to it. She’s having a rough time with morning sickness, though she complains it’s not right calling it morning sickness when it lasts all fucking day. Her words, not mine. She did text me an hour ago saying she’s coming. I got the special crackers and Sprite that Dad always got Mom during her moments of morning sickness, hoping it’ll help her if she gets sick here. My mom wanders into the house, spotting me pacing by the front door. “Damon, what are you doing?” Rubbing the back of my neck, I answer, “Um, Trisha said she was coming. I wanted
Post a Comment
Read more

AFOC Chapter 12

Image
Chapter 12 BPOV Our house is in chaos as we head out for the game between the junior and senior teams. This is as big as any rival team game; bragging rights are important, according to our teenage boys. We’re decked out in school colors and the boys’ jersey numbers. Some are wearing Lucian and Mike, and others have Damon. Esme and I are wearing all their numbers on our shirts.  It’s divided in our house now that Damon is the captain of the junior team and Lucian is the captain of the seniors. I hate it because they’re both stars in my eyes. But, in reality, my mind isn’t even in the game, into cheering and being happy that we have this family time. No, it’s on tomorrow night and the unspoken fight between me and Edward. It’s not just the fight; lately, there just seems to be such a disconnect. We had this moment of strength when we agreed to take in Julie, but then it was havoc. It’s been non-stop for me at the center, and he’s been at work constantly; we’re barely able to make
Post a Comment
Read more

AFOC Chapter 11

Image
Chapter 11 EPOV Paper is scattered everywhere as I try to salvage accounts and projects. I knew I should have never taken the afternoon off to stay home. I rely on Angela so much, I never prepared for the moment she would have to take a leave of absence immediately. She had to fly out to be with her mom who had a stroke; it's unclear when or if she’ll be back. I reassured her that everything will be fine and, if she returns, her job will be here. Until then, she’ll still collect a check and keep her insurance. But this leaves me without anyone, and I can’t survive without an assistant. She was everything and more for me. I should have made her COO, considering that when I asked a few department heads to step in, they adamantly declined, asking why Angela didn’t do it. I need to give her more money and pray she comes back. I growl in annoyance, deciding to call my wife and see if she can help me. It takes a few rings before the manly voice I’ve come to despise ove
Post a Comment
Read more