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Chapter 11: His Place
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Meant To Be: The Violinist's Tale Chapter 12: Endless
“Do you like it?” He says with that same old twinkle in his eyes as he takes me by the hand and shows me the rest of the house.“Of course. Who wouldn’t?” I say in amazement over everything I have seen so far. I was right, it has 11 bedrooms, and all have attached baths. There is a huge dining room painted tan like sand, that is the size of my house with a crystal chandelier hanging above the middle of the table. Just as I think that this house couldn’t get any more unreal, he leads me to the pool area. Yes, it has an indoor 30-foot pool big enough for me to lounge all day in if I feel like it.He stops and turns around to speak to me, “You know. I think in a way, the reason why I bought this place was so my ex-wife would get mad. When she divorced me, I had nothing except for the clothes on my back. So, in a very real way, by me making these billions, I had the final say and stuck it to her where it hurts the most.” He says begrudgingly in almost a whisper, as he gets a far
Meant To Be: The Violinist's Tale Chapter 13: Waking Up In His Arms
Looking over at him, I notice that his eyes are closed and then I hear him begin to softly snore. A smirk appears in the corner of my mouth and then I full on smile when the snoring becomes louder. He is asleep and he looks so adorably handsome.Fighting back the creeping feeling that this might be the last time I see this, I take a mental picture just in case and then climb out of bed so I can clean up a little before I too go to sleep. When I glance out the window on the way to the bathroom, I see the darkness and realize that it must be much later than I initially thought it was. So, I hurry and get washed up.Climbing back in bed, I feel the brisk chill in the air of a summer night, so I quickly pull up the bedspread over us and snuggle up to him. The moment I touch him, he turns over and makes a couple noises before wrapping his arm around me and continuing to sleep. As I close my eyes, I fight back the emotions that I am feeling right now, because the morning will be a new
Meant To Be: The Violinist's Tale Chapter 14: Back At Home
By the time I realized that George hadn’t kept up the house payments, it was too late. After getting home from the supermarket, I walked up to my front door and there was a notice on it, “Foreclosure sale, Monday August 12.” Thinking that it was a mistake, I brought the paper closer so I could read the fine print. Unfortunately, it was my address. Feeling shocked and suddenly saddened, I realize that in less than a month I will be homeless because there is no way I can come up with that kind of money before the sale. I could never ask Sam for help because I turned down living with him two days ago. At the time, I figured it was a good thing when I still had so many doubts. How can I possibly ask a man for money, when I haven’t even spoken to him since that morning?That morning after breakfast, I told him that I needed my space for a few days to clear my head. When he seemed upset by this, I realized it was the right thing to do. Clearly, he has some thinking to do too.What
Meant To Be: The Violinist's Tale Chapter 15: Meeting The Family
“We grew up together, even though we never talked to each other. It’s kind of funny.” Sam states with a smile on his face as he stands there next to me and chats with Stephanie, one of his cousins.She has beautiful long black hair and chiseled features with a high forehead, that make her look very Native American. Not to mention, she has a deep and sensual voice. If I didn’t know better, I would swear she is a model straight out of one of those Cosmopolitan magazines. Her height, however, is extraordinary for a woman. She must be at least 6 foot tall.Staring at her, you would never guess that she is shy and the quiet type. Reserved maybe, but never the one to hide in a corner and hope no one talks to her. But from what Sam told me about her, she is, and it is amazing that she wouldn’t be comfortable in her own skin. That woman is so beautiful that I’m even jealous of her.Apparently, Sam’s family has quite a bit of Cherokee in their blood. Matter of fact, he is 50 percent o
Meant To Be: The Violinist's Tale Chapter 16: The Hotel Room
When we get back to the hotel room, Sam walks into the bathroom to clean up. I yell after him, “What did Aunt Myrtle mean by that?” Because I was curious as to what exactly is going on.Peeking his head out, all the blood is gone, and he smirks before stating, “It’s a tradition in our family. Every time we are all together, there is either a fight or someone dies. We would much rather have someone in a fight, trust me. However, occasionally there is a death because one of the kids does something stupid. That is why we only get together when there is a wedding or a funeral.”Smiling now, he disappears for a few minutes and then once he comes back out, he is completely cleaned up. “So, how did you like meeting the family? They all think that we ran off and got hitched.” He says in an amused tone after starting to laugh.“Well, after meeting most of them, I liked them. That was until your brother Daniel jumped me. What is his problem, anyway?” I ask hesitantly because I don’t wa
Meant To Be: The Violinist's Tale Chapter 17: The Phone Call
A few weeks back, I decided to really start practicing my violin again. When I picked it up, it was like riding a bike. I found that I had never forgotten a single thing, except for the immense pleasure I got from making beautiful music.The way the wood felt in my hands and the bow molded perfectly to my fingers, you would have thought that I had been playing all along. When I heard the first note, it was like the heavens had opened and I smiled harder than I had in years. It was a good day because I had a sense of purpose.Now, as I open the letter stamped with the Philharmonic’s name and address on it, I feel anticipation course through my veins. I had applied last week by sending my audition tape and resume to them, but I honestly didn’t think they would ever accept me for the position of concertmaster. However, the moment my tired eyes rest on those very words, I read it over again to make sure. Sure enough, it is all there. Everything from salary to hours and what is exp
Meant To Be: The Violinist's Tale Chapter 18: Getting A Strange Feeling
From the moment he got here, I had this strange feeling as if he was hiding something from me. At first it was just the look in his eyes, but then he received a call from someone and took it into my library. I thought it was a little odd the way he hushed me and then shut the door to the adjoining room before he continued his conversation. The whole time I find myself wondering if it isn’t one of his exes or something on that line. But one thing keeps eating away at me as I start to label all the boxes. “Why does he feel like he has to hide this from me?” I murmur under my breath and then look down to see that I had managed to slit my finger open with the scissors. There is blood dripping profusely onto the cream-colored carpet and is making a mess.“Damn it!” I cry out when I realize that I just dripped blood all over my new white sandals. Rushing to the kitchen, I put my hand over the sink and run the cold water. As I stand there, I feel Sam’s hands snake around my waist and
Meant To Be: The Violinist's Tale Chapter 19: So Busy
It is the night of my first concert. I have been practicing nonstop all day and now I am a bundle of nerves. Feeling like I am ready to pop, I have never been so glad when Sam walks up behind me and begins softly kneading my tired shoulders. “Mm. Thank you so much baby. That feels wonderful. I almost want to just say the hell with it and curl up next to you in bed, instead of going.” I say in a whisper with a hint of sadness in my voice.Knowing that if I don’t go, I will surely be fired, I sigh and then turn around to give him a soft kiss. I linger a little too long as I feel his hands begin to roam over my breasts, before I finally say, “I wish I could stay, but duty calls.” Quietly, before rushing to the bathroom and inspecting myself in the full-length mirror one last time.Tonight, I am wearing a very tasteful but expensive long black dress by Desdemona. The dress fits like a second skin and has a slit up the side that stops just shy of my upper thigh, so I can sit comfor
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