Brittney played her part at school, too. The only problem was she wasn’t allowed to wear long sleeves or her scarf in gym class and she sweated through her makeup. Everyone gave her pitying looks and the teacher pulled her aside, laying a hand on her shoulder as he told her he wanted her to know that he was available if she ever needed anything.MORE +
This is the second part in a series, so if you have not already done so, you might want to read Part I before continuing.
Brittney regained consciousness a few hours later and went through the routine of checking for bruises and broken bones. Nothing broken this time. She had her mother check her for a concussion, wondering, not for the first time, if it was a coincidence that a nurse had found herself a husband who had a tendency to inflict so much physical damage. Having a medical professional around certainly came in handy at times like these.MORE +
Brittney’s head was whipped to one side as she entered the part of her brain she reserved for these special moments.MORE +
Uh oh. It doesn’t sound like he’s in a good mood. Maybe I can hide until he-
I guess I’d better not.MORE +
DOD: June 24, 1844
“You OK, May? You look pale?”
May looked up from her phone, her blue eyes were wide as she seemed to look right through her husband. He waved a hand in front of her face and she shook herself out of it. “Oh my God.”
Guys don’t want a girl who’s not sexy
And your whole goal in life is to make men want you
So be sexy
But not too sexy
Jenny froze in the act of strapping her four-year old daughter into her car seat. No one had called her by that name in a very long time. Keeping one hand on her daughter, Jenny slowly turned to face the voice.
This is the second part in a series, so if you have not already read Part I, you might want to do so before continuing.
“Oh, Brad, you shouldn’t have.”
“What? Can’t a man buy something nice for his wife?”
Kiera gently lifted the delicate silver chain out of the jewelry box and admired the diamond pendant that hung from it. “How did you guess?”MORE +
“I am the king!” Brad declared as he burst into Clark’s office.
“Yes, you are. What did you do this time?”
“Oh, nothing much. You might remember a certain prospect who swore up and down they would never work with us.”
Brad slammed the paperwork onto Clark’s desk.
Clark didn’t even look at it before reaching for the bottle of scotch behind him. He knew he should have been more surprised, but honestly, Brad had spent the past three months bragging to everyone in the office that he was going to get this client, and if Brad said he was going to do something, he was going to do it. Clark didn’t need to see the proof of it before he started celebrating. “So how’d you do it?”MORE +