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Authors: Selene Chardou
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guilt, anger, despair and hatred but in the end, it was that ability for the heart to mend itself and forgive that was the greatest gift we were ever given.
That made us all human, and thus gave us the capacity to love when there seemed like we could never trust, hope or love again.
“You ready to go, little darlin’? I’ll follow you on my bike while you ride in the Range Rover.”
I nodded before I kissed his lips. It had been a long time since we made move. Two weeks. He had business on the mind and so did I, like the last few concerts I would give before I took maternity leave and went back into the studio with my guys, or band mates is how I preferred to address them with Hardy. It didn’t mean anything that I wasn’t sexual with any of them though they’d all seen girly parts of mine left best to the imagination between changes during a show. I was like their little sister—with the exception of Seth, who I had been in a relationship with and knew me almost as much as I knew myself.
Try explaining all that to a fiercely protective alpha male who didn’t want to know about what went on during concerts and set changes. Instead of creating unnecessary drama, I kept it to myself.
“Order something from one of Wolfgang Puck’s restaurants since you’ll beat me home. Remember, Catrin is a vegetarian although she eats seafood so no red meat for her.” I kissed him again this time, using my tongue to pry his soft lips open and for us to include intimacy into our relationship that was so nonconventional, it was scary. “Also, we have guests so include steak—medium rare for me—and chicken along with sides of prawns, asparagus, broccoli, butternut squash risotto, and a Caesar salad. No doubt Gisela is watching her weight still, and will probably eat like a bird, okay?”
“Can you send me all this shit over a text?”
I took out my Samsung and swyped it to him in an email as I noticed a text message was waiting for me. I would get to that in the car, and hoped it wasn’t from Jerrica due to me leaving her party early the night before.
“Got it. I’ll call on the way while I’m following you, sweetness. I want to make sure you and the little one get home in one piece.”
“Ha! I’m not the one that’s on the back of your bike, babe.”
“But you will be as soon as you drop our little princess.”
I winked at him and beamed a smile worthy of an Academy Award as he walked me to my car, secured Kaelan in his car seat. The little fella had drifted off to sleep in the middle of all the drama and like his biological father, once he was knocked out, it would take World War III to wake him.
As soon as Hardy closed the back door, he walked over and opened the driver’s door. I hopped in and this time, he devoured my lips with enough passion to heat up the windows if they’d all been closed.
His rough hands reached for my face but he was gentle as he said, “No texting, no talking, no fiddling with anything that could hurt you, my little princess or the prince sleeping in the back. You promise?”
“Yes, I promise.”
He embraced me and I inhaled the scent of his favorite cologne, leather, and cigarette smoke. “Love you, babe. If you had any idea, you might just declare me insane and find another man.”
“Never. That’s one thing I will never disagree with you on. You can never love someone too much. Love is like that—fickle and selfish—sometimes real and often times an illusion but real love is what makes the best songs, movies, books, plays and every art form we’ve ever known. It’s what sets our hearts on fires and dares us to quit when the going gets tough but we know we won’t because we were the lucky few who got to experience all of its intense facets.”
“I know how hard it is—how you can’t say you love me—”
“Don’t.” I separated from him as my right hand went to cover his mouth. “I adore you, have the utmost trust, respect and affection for you. You saved
That made us all human, and thus gave us the capacity to love when there seemed like we could never trust, hope or love again.
“You ready to go, little darlin’? I’ll follow you on my bike while you ride in the Range Rover.”
I nodded before I kissed his lips. It had been a long time since we made move. Two weeks. He had business on the mind and so did I, like the last few concerts I would give before I took maternity leave and went back into the studio with my guys, or band mates is how I preferred to address them with Hardy. It didn’t mean anything that I wasn’t sexual with any of them though they’d all seen girly parts of mine left best to the imagination between changes during a show. I was like their little sister—with the exception of Seth, who I had been in a relationship with and knew me almost as much as I knew myself.
Try explaining all that to a fiercely protective alpha male who didn’t want to know about what went on during concerts and set changes. Instead of creating unnecessary drama, I kept it to myself.
“Order something from one of Wolfgang Puck’s restaurants since you’ll beat me home. Remember, Catrin is a vegetarian although she eats seafood so no red meat for her.” I kissed him again this time, using my tongue to pry his soft lips open and for us to include intimacy into our relationship that was so nonconventional, it was scary. “Also, we have guests so include steak—medium rare for me—and chicken along with sides of prawns, asparagus, broccoli, butternut squash risotto, and a Caesar salad. No doubt Gisela is watching her weight still, and will probably eat like a bird, okay?”
“Can you send me all this shit over a text?”
I took out my Samsung and swyped it to him in an email as I noticed a text message was waiting for me. I would get to that in the car, and hoped it wasn’t from Jerrica due to me leaving her party early the night before.
“Got it. I’ll call on the way while I’m following you, sweetness. I want to make sure you and the little one get home in one piece.”
“Ha! I’m not the one that’s on the back of your bike, babe.”
“But you will be as soon as you drop our little princess.”
I winked at him and beamed a smile worthy of an Academy Award as he walked me to my car, secured Kaelan in his car seat. The little fella had drifted off to sleep in the middle of all the drama and like his biological father, once he was knocked out, it would take World War III to wake him.
As soon as Hardy closed the back door, he walked over and opened the driver’s door. I hopped in and this time, he devoured my lips with enough passion to heat up the windows if they’d all been closed.
His rough hands reached for my face but he was gentle as he said, “No texting, no talking, no fiddling with anything that could hurt you, my little princess or the prince sleeping in the back. You promise?”
“Yes, I promise.”
He embraced me and I inhaled the scent of his favorite cologne, leather, and cigarette smoke. “Love you, babe. If you had any idea, you might just declare me insane and find another man.”
“Never. That’s one thing I will never disagree with you on. You can never love someone too much. Love is like that—fickle and selfish—sometimes real and often times an illusion but real love is what makes the best songs, movies, books, plays and every art form we’ve ever known. It’s what sets our hearts on fires and dares us to quit when the going gets tough but we know we won’t because we were the lucky few who got to experience all of its intense facets.”
“I know how hard it is—how you can’t say you love me—”
“Don’t.” I separated from him as my right hand went to cover his mouth. “I adore you, have the utmost trust, respect and affection for you. You saved
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