After we picked out my dress, Brinley and I headed to our favorite place in LA. The server sat us at a booth near the back in a corner. We ordered, then conversed patiently while waiting for our food. "I can't believe our lives now," Brinley said before sipping on her iced tea. "I know it's crazy." "One question," Brinley asked. After taking a drink, I sat my glass back on the table and looked at her. "What's that?" "After all Alek did, are you sure you love him?" My eyes narrowed. "Why are you asking me this now?" I answered with a question. Brinley shrugged. "Just want to ensure that this is what you want, not what you think you want." She grabbed my hand in hers across the table. "Alek had killed innocent people, and I know you, Bristol. This will eventually get to you." "Of course I love him," I replied, playing her question off with a laugh, but I couldn't help but think about what she was saying. We finished lunch with no more talk about Alek and I. Brinley's shift star
Beep... Beep... Beep. The sound softly went with the rhythm of my heart. My eyes fluttered open. Glancing around, I quickly recognized the place. Why was I at Dr. Michael's? Searching the room, it was hard to make out everything, as my eyes were still adjusting. "Thank God. You're awake," Alek said, his voice softer and filled with concern. He gripped my hand in his. Finally, I could focus and see things. Alek stared at me. "Hey. I'm okay," I reassured him, squeezing his hand. "You scared me." "I'm sorry. I'm not sure what happened. Everything was just so overwhelming, and then I felt faint," I explained. Alek got up from the chair and lay beside me in the bed, cuddling me against his chest when the door opened. "Hey there." We both glanced up to see Michael. "Hey," I replied lowly. "So after some tests and blood work, I've found that you are anemic and dehydrated," Michael wrote on his notepad before clicking his pen closed and pocketing it. "You had a panic attack c
Alek's bulge dances with my sweet spot, coaxing me to moan against his lips. "I. need. you. Now." I whined between kisses, practically begging, as I nibbled on his lower lip. "Bri, I'm going to make you cum so hard that by the time I'm done with, you will soak the sheets in your juices," Alek growled. "Oh Alek, take me now!" I moaned with a heavy breath. He grabbed the top of my panties and ripped them in half. I squealed, then giggled. He proceeded with unbuckling his belt and dragged his pants down. As he removed his boxers, the elastic band pulled his cock down and it flopped back against his V-shaped torso. Gripping my hips, he positioned my legs on his shoulders. Alek's erection met my entrance, inserting the tip slightly. "Oh, lord!" I arched my back and moaned. "I love you," Alek whispered, then he slowly inserted his member, letting my walls adjust to his size. The pain was intense, but exciting, too. My wetness helped him slip further inside. "Fuck! You feel so g
"There is nothing to talk about," I stated. Cole looked at his feet and then back at me. "I'm sorry about the other day and for everything." "Well, the asshole knows how to apologize. Congratulations, you want a freaking cookie?" Cole huffed. "I was blindsided when my mom asked me to come to dinner. I thought they were trying to get us to work things out, but they told me about their relationship, which they had been hiding from me too." He rubbed his hand over his face. "But makes sense after your mom died. Your dad was very alone and lost until my mom came along." "Are you done?" I said with annoyance. I only came here to tell you your dad is miserable without you and you should talk to him. Give their love a chance. I've seen it, and it's real." Cole explained, and I felt guilty for not thinking of my father's happiness. Footsteps came from behind me. "Who the hell are you?" Luka glared at Cole. I rolled my eyes. "He's leaving." Cole looked between the two of us. "Yeah, wel
*Warning Graphic Content* It's the last day of senior year, and I spend the day with my friends Camari and Brinley, cleaning out the last of our things. Today is also my eighteenth birthday, and we have plans to hit up a popular nightclub with our fake IDs. "So Bristol, how are things with Cole?" I glanced at Brinley while pulling my books out and shrugged. "I don't know at this point. He keeps pressuring me, and I'm just not ready." "Oh, come on, Bristol, it's just sex." Camari butted in. "Not to me. It's sacred." I replied, irritated. Camari rolled her eyes, going back to grab her things. Since elementary school, Brinley has been my friend, and Camari started at our school in ninth grade, so she doesn't understand my reasons for waiting. "Camari, don't act like that. It's her choice. Some of us aren't sluts." Brinley said, irritated. "Whatever, I'll see you guys tonight. I have to
I rushed out of the club, bypassing my friends. "Bristol? Where are you going?" Brinley shouted over the music, but I ignored her as I kept running. Going straight to my house, taking the stairs two at a time. In my dad's room, I glance around, looking for his safe. Fining it in the closet behind his hung clothes. As I approached the safe, I kneeled. Trying several codes, but they are all wrong until I punched in today's date, realizing he used my birthday. Ring... Ring... Ring. My phone blared, and I swiped it to answer. "Hello?" I spoke. "Where did you go?" I've been texting you non-stop," Brinley said, worried. "I'm sorry something came up," I explained. "What's wrong?" Brinley questioned. Not wanting to involve my best friend, I avoided the question. "Nothing, I have to go." and I hung up the phone without another word. After opening the safe, there was a stack of cash and some jewelry. I grabbed it
Unable to comprehend what this man is saying, I can only stare at him, baffled. "What does that even mean?" I asked. The man lifted a brow. "Exactly the way it sounds." My heart raced in my chest. Was this man saying he wanted me and not the money? But for what? "No, absolutely not!" My father chimed in. "Shoot me. I know precisely how your girls turn out. They all end up pregnant and spend the rest of their lives as mob wives." He said, shaking his head in refusal. My eyes grew wide. "If you don't shut up, I'm going to shoot you and still keep her." The tattooed man proclaimed in a deep voice. "What exactly does this entail?" I asked hesitantly. "What do you want me for?" I added. "Bristol, don't do this." My father pleaded with me. "I SAID SHUT THE FUCK UP!" The man sent a right hook to my father's head, knocking him out of the chair. "DADDY!" I screamed
I slowly faced Brinley. "What are you doing here?"Brinley's expression was full of disappointment. "I could ask you the same thing."I came around the bar, pulling her away towards the dance floor. "You need to leave. It's not safe here. Please, just trust me," I said, placing my hands on her shoulders."I don't understand," she expressed, confused."Hello, ladies," Alek said as he approached, and my heart sank into the pit of my stomach."Um, next time, don't be afraid to ask. That's what I'm here for." I played it off, hoping he wouldn't find out Brinley was my best friend."What the hell are you talking about, Bristol?" Brinley asked, looking at me as if I'd gone crazy.All my efforts at trying to save everyone from this man weren't working. They just kept showing up. Who would be next?"Who are you?" Alek asked, glancing at my friend.Brinley cocked her head, try