MasukWhat do you think? Is Josh really cheating? Or is something else going on? A couple more chapters will be posting today. If you are out there reading still, consider giving this story a thumbs up, comment, or gem. I appreciate all of you!
Raising my eyes slowly until I met her gaze, I gave my best friend a hard, steady look.. “Didn’t the two of you just get engaged last night?”“Yeah,” she sniffled, wiping a fresh wave of tears. “And I don’t know what I was expecting, really. He’s been so busy lately. I mean, part of it is my fault,” she admitted. “I have him working on Starbright’s books and contracts, but he’s also still taking side work. He has this whole tech business he’s been running since college, and apparently he never stopped.” “Is it possible that he’s been busy…well…working,” I asked cautiously. “But WHY is he working so much?” She sighed, exasperated. “He’s a professional football player. He has millions of dollars. I…I just can’t help but wonder if he really is working, or if he’s doing…you know…something else.”Leaning back in my chair, I crossed my arms and pressed my lips together to avoid saying something I’d regret. To me, it sounded like she’s trying to find an excuse, to back out of her engagemen
[Ariana]Holding the record to my chest, I scanned the room, looking for any sign of Mr. Huxley. But everything that marked his presence was gone–his jacket, the plates and cups from our snack. Except for this record and note, it would be as if I had imagined him. “Maybe he had an emergency,” I murmured as I considered what could have been so urgent. “Maybe a rocket blew up or something,” I joked as an attempt to ease the discomfort I was feeling at being abandoned without much explanation. For someone who has been working so hard to get my attention, he doesn’t seem all that interested in keeping it.Although, to be fair, I still didn’t know anything real about Houston Huxley. He knows a lot about my past, and has asked me a lot about my future, but I don’t even know where he works. And that felt strange. Really strange. Not because of how familiar we are, but because of how imbalanced this dynamic was becoming between us.Is it because he’s trying to keep everything close to his
[Tex]I bet she's crying her eyes out right now.Good.That means I've finally cracked her shell. With a little push, she'll be apologizing, begging me to forgive her for her rudeness. I'll forgive her, of course, and then we can head over to my apartment. I have everything waiting--snacks, music, more champagne.And then she'll be mine.Easy prey.A familiar ringtone caught my attention and I winced.It was either Blackfork or DD.Not that it mattered. I didn't want to talk to them. I didn't want to hear them complain about how long it's taking me, or why I'm not delivering on the goods.I am an artist. Art takes time. If we rush this, it'll all fall apart.The phone stopped, and then started again. Frowning, I answered the call."It's me," I declared. "What is it now?"The electronic voice, a harsh whine through the phone did little to disguise her true nature.“Return to base immediately,” the mechanized voice ordered, “There’s been a change in plans.”“Call someone else," I counter
[Allison]"Did you hear me," I shouted into the phone. "Ariana is missing! She should have been here by now!" "Easy now," Connor's chill voice sounded tired, drained--like his day has already been long enough. "Start at the beginning." I was sitting outside of an elegant cafe, my third oversized cup of designer coffee resting on the table. I was already anxious, and the caffeine wasn’t helping, as I sat here, alone, absently twirling my new, yellow-diamond ring on my finger. I had hoped Josh could meet me here and we could tell Ariana our good news together.But he wasn't available--he was too busy working.Since he’s been working here at the SF office all morning, while I checked on things in Oakland, as dopey as it sounds, I missed him. After he proposed, we left the fair, skipped dinner, and went straight to bed. You’d think after a night of constant lovemaking I’d be able to let him go for a couple of hours. But when I woke up to an empty bed and a note, I couldn’t keep my heart
[Connor]“I’m recording,” she warned as held her phone higher. “This is going onto my channel. I won’t let…” The woman stood with her legs and arms wide, like a protective mama bear making herself bigger to protect her cubs. Her fear was a palatable thing, flavoring the air with anxiety. This wasn’t a normal reaction to an unexpected guest. Something happened to make her this scared. “Mrs. Barraca,” I held out my hands and took a large step back. “My name is Andrew Clark. I work at Haven Medical Group. We were looking for Jose."She blinked, taking in the information. “You’re from Jose’s work?” she asked, tilting her head. “You’re not from immigration?” "I promise you, we're not," I assured her, keeping my tone even and calm. "If it makes you feel better, you can continue to record us, although I'd prefer it if you didn't post this on your channel."If she did post something, I could get it pulled down easily enough. But that wasn’t the point of asking.We needed to win her trust,
[Connor][One hour earlier]The door closed silently behind her, clicking with a faint finality. She was done with this place–done with me. I shouldn’t have pushed things. I shouldn’t have asked her to come. I knew she had things to do, that her heart still hurt about my betrayal. But I’d be lying to myself if I didn’t admit that her rejection stung. “Sir,” Gerald started, “respectfully, what on Earth are you doing with that girl?” I looked up at my friend. He was starting to look older, the fine lines around his eyes a bit deeper as the first touches of middle age began to settle in. It’s strange, seeing the gray around his temples and knowing I’m only a handful of years behind him.“I don’t know what you mean,” I turned towards him, pulling my eyes away from the door that Ariana just passed through a moment ago. Gerald didn’t look at me as he gathered the last of my files, adding them to a stack of his own. “You know very well what I mean, Sir. You’re acting like my little Bethan
The last time I stood at the main entrance to Manhattan General Hospital, it had been for my internship four years ago. That year, working by Dr. Winchester's side, was pivotal in shaping my future--without it, I wouldn't have been able to finish my degree or start my life over once my marriage fell
“I don’t care,” I snorted, my shoulders shaking with quiet laughter as I pulled out my key. “What Dr. Clark does with his time, and his lips, is none of my business.” Just like what I do with my life is none of his. And yet the insufferable man won’t stop pestering me. What was that earlier with hi
As I marched towards the train station, my mind wouldn’t let the situation slide. Someone was interfering with my life. But who?Angry and frustrated, I called Allison. “Please tell me this wasn’t you?” I demanded with a touch of self-righteous anger. “I can’t believe you’d do something like this wi
That evening, Misha came home looking unusually cheerful.Putting on a brave face, I smiled, waiting to see what had him in such a good mood.“Sweetheart,” Misha took my hands in his “This weekend is our anniversary. We should take a trip to celebrate,” he paused, as if thinking and suggested. “Ho







