W is for “What Goes Around…Comes Around” (2016) – #atozchallenge @AprilA2Z



Continued from “Trouble”.

Note: You were probably expecting a little Justin Timberlake but “what goes around comes around” is the chorus from a Celine Dion featuring Diana King song, “Treat Her Like A Lady” – I’ve always liked the lyrics… 

What Goes Around …Comes Around (Victoria)

“Which one is Tyrone?”


As the two monstrous men got him dressed, I was horrified at how he looked like a lifeless rag doll.

What had I done?

“I heard you say that it was time to call Tyrone again.”

“Oh…there’s no “Tyrone”. It’s a phrase from an Erykah Badu song, probably not your style of music,” Ella chuckled.

I didn’t ask but assumed that Ella’s two burly boys worked at the club. They had already taken all of the garbage bags away and now they were back. My heart pounded in my chest and I suddenly regretted having called her.  I had no choice but to ask before they took him away.

“Ella, what are you going to do with him?”

I’m not going to do anything, Vicky. The boys will do what they need to do.”

Each man took an arm and lifted him off of the bed to a standing position. They were so huge that they made the move look effortless. Before I knew it, it was just Ella and I left in the bedroom.

“Are they going to hurt him?”

I was starting to feel sorry for him. Ella shook her head.

“Trust me Vicky. They won’t hurt him. They will take him home, wait for him to wake up and calmly explain why it would be in his best interest to stay the fuck away from you from now on.”

From my apartment, I had a perfect view of the street. I scurried over and watched as they loaded his body into the back of a shiny black SUV. No one was around but even if they had been, in the dark of the evening, it would have looked like they were helping a drunk friend into the vehicle. When the SUV sped away, I turned back to Ella.

“What are they going to tell him?”

“I don’t know. But it’s not their first time at the rodeo doing something like this. They handle creepy dudes and stalkers at the club all the time. Don’t sweat it.”

My face must still have looked horrified because she continued.

“I’m sure it will be simple enough for the asshole to understand. If he ever contacts you again, they’ll promise to pay him a not-so-friendly visit. But Vicky, you need to promise me that you won’t take him back.”

Ella waited expectantly for my agreement.

“That won’t happen Ella. Why would I do something stupid like that?”

“Why? Because breaking up with a loser is sometimes easier said than done. I’ve done stupid, crazy shit on an ordinary day that I regretted – more than once. Men with a chip on their shoulder can be dangerous. No contact with him is the only way to go. Promise me?”

I nodded.

“I promise.”


Ella pulled out her cell again and scrolled through her contacts. I immediately got worried. Maybe Ella had changed her mind and would tell the boys to drop him off in a ditch somewhere or off the bridge.

“Who are you texting?”

“A locksmith that I know. The loser has keys and you need to change your locks asap. What you’ve got now are cheap and flimsy. ”

Ella was confident in her words as she texted away. I knew better than to argue.

“How much is that going to cost?”

“Don’t worry, I’ve got it covered Vicky. This guy owes me more than one favor. Fuck, I’m starving. What have you got to eat around here?”

Ella dragged me to the kitchen where I watched her open the fridge and rummage around like she hadn’t eaten in days. She grabbed a bottle of wine and plunked it down in front of me with a glass.

“Have a glass and take the edge off.”

Ella grabbed some left over Chinese I had in the fridge, smelled the contents and almost gagged. She promptly tossed it into the garbage.

“Are you in the mood for pizza?”

I still couldn’t get over how Ella was acting like it was a normal evening for her. Ella ordered from the trendy place a few blocks away while we waited for her locksmith to turn up.  She grabbed a bag of chips from the counter and started to fill her mouth.

“What happens if he doesn’t take their warning?”

“If he’s that stupid, the boys always have a Plan B.”

“Meaning what?”

“Let’s just say that if a picture speaks a thousand words, a dozen pictures of him in a compromising position will set him straight.”

I could feel my eyes doubling in size. Before I could ask her to explain, a smirk spread across Ella’s face. She stuffed more chips into her mouth and then rubbed her stomach.

“The prick should have know that what goes around comes around. If he steps out of line, he’ll find out the hard way.”

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V is for “Video” (2016) – #atozchallenge @AprilA2Z


Continued from “Chocolate High”

Video (Alejandro)

All we hear is the ocean whispering. Delaney and I have been sitting out here in silence for over an hour without saying a word. But we don’t need our voices to communicate.

I glance over at her every now and then. She’s trying to read but Nate keeps interrupting her every 10 minutes. But I can tell that she truly doesn’t mind. This time, Nate returns with Alma in tow. They are each carrying a plate with a hamburger and fries but Nate’s plate is dangerously close to losing its contents.

“This is for you,” Nate announces to Delaney and plops the plate onto the table in front of her. She smiles and puts her novel away. She ruffles his hair and then gives him kiss on the forehead. Nate settles into the chair next to her and waits for Alma to hand him his own plate.

“Thank you Nate. This is so sweet of you. Wow, these burgers are huge! Why don’t we share one?”

Nate nods and I watch as she slices the burger in two. She turns to me and pushes the other plate in my direction.

“Come and eat with us.”

I shut down my laptop and move myself closer to them at the table. I notice avocados on the side of the plate and smile. Delaney has been spending so much time with us that Alma has been incorporating Delaney’s likes into the meals she prepares. I feel a rush of pure contentment as Delaney and Nate chatter away, devouring food off of the same plate. I wish that this day could go on and on.

Most of the women I’ve been with during my music career have either been other artists, the odd groupie (who pretended to be normal) or a video-type vixen or two yet they all had one thing in common. They were obsessed with not eating.

I watch Delaney let Nate shove a bunch of fries into her mouth all at once. They both laugh as she tries keep them from falling out. I can’t help but smile at how well they get along together and how Nate has appropriated her.

A woman with an appetite for food and love for my son?

Nothing could be sexier to me.

Continuation – “XO”. 

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U is for “Upgrade U” (2016) – #atozchallenge @AprilA2Z

Photo credit: Sean MacEntee via Foter.com / CC BY

Continued from “No One In The World”

Upgrade U (Tyler)

I watched Delaney’s date slide his hand protectively around her waist. His move reeked of insecurity. He wanted everyone around to know that she was with him. I didn’t like it and from her body language, neither did she.

When she saw me staring, Delaney gave me a half-assed smile but I didn’t smile back. Instead, I looked her straight in the eye with an icy glare and then promptly gave her my back.

If this was how Delaney wanted it to be, I wasn’t going to play nice. 

I’d only bothered attending this retirement cocktail out of professional obligation. As soon as I’d put in a little face time, I was going to hit the gym and let off some steam. I grabbed a bottle of water from the bar.

“Hi Tyler.”

It was Peggy, the attractive redhead from Accounting. At 5’1, she was petite but definitely not when it came to her cleavage. She had more than enough spilling out of the top of her dress for all to see. I’d already seen them up close and personal on more than one occasion. Her tits were just the way I liked them – silicone-free and all natural.

“Hey Peg.”

She batted her long fake lashes and crept into my personal space, showing her interest in getting “friendly”.

I didn’t mind the distraction away from Delaney and whoever-the-fuck-he was. Peggy pointed at my water bottle.

“Water? That’s a bit tame for you Tyler.”

“Yeah, I’m hitting the gym after this to de-stress.”

Peggy took the bottle away from me and placed it on the bar.

“Buy me a drink and maybe I’ll suggest a better way for you to de-stress tonight.”

She batted her lashes again and licked her lips, all the while hungrily looking at mine.

Before Delaney, I would have jumped on her and her offer with no hesitation. Now, I found myself barely getting a rise by Peggy.

Delaney was with a date and I was no longer with Britney. There was nothing stopping me from screwing Peggy’s brains out. Why the fuck would I not do her?

“I’d like to hear more about this proposal…but first, what would you like?”

“Besides you, a rum and coke will do…for now.”

On purpose, I laughed a little too loud so that Delaney would notice. I called over the bartender and ordered Peggy’s drink.

Peggy was pretty, wild and off the chain. I always wondered how a woman like her had ended up crunching numbers in what I considered such a boring field.

“I hear that you’re looking for an upgrade.”

“What are you talking about?”

“Now that Britney is out of the picture, why not let me upgrade you?”

I couldn’t even attempt a response – Peggy was beyond bold. She flirted shamelessly with me and I let her, knowing full well that Delaney was observing us. And of course, I let Peggy have the “full Tyler experience”.

Why the fuck not?

“I’ve got a new number Ty. Let me update your phone.”

Without asking, Peggy grabbed my cell from my pocket and input her new number. I shook my head in disbelief. Bodaciously bold…

“It’s encouraging to see that I’m the only Peggy in your cell.”

When she handed my cell back, I couldn’t help but look in Delaney’s direction. She was staring at us while her date chatted with a someone. She quickly looked away before I could decipher the expression on her face.

“Who are you looking at?”

Peggy turned around to see but there were too many people for her to figure it out.

“No one. I thought I saw someone I used to know.”

“Well, you can stop looking because you only need to know me tonight. And from now on.”

I focused my attention back on Peggy. She was dead serious.

“So what did you have in mind for de-stressing Peg?”

She grabbed my tie, pulled me down to her level and gave me a lingering kiss on the lips.

“Meet me in 20 minutes at the front entrance and I’ll tell you more.”

Seduction was the only thing on her mind. All the men in the room watched Peggy glide across the room.

I should have felt excited at a no strings attached night of wild Peggy but I wasn’t. Delaney had definitely taken the edge off of my game. But I’d force myself to get back in the saddle…so to speak.

I ordered myself a real drink and realized that Delaney was gone but her date was still there. In the time it took for me to get halfway through my drink, Delaney was still missing. I hated that curiosity got the better of me and I found myself looking for her.

She wasn’t in the lobby or near the restrooms. Where the fuck was she?

I noticed that the back entrance door was ajar so I went over, slowly pushed it open and found Delaney sitting on the stairs.

“Laney, what are you doing out here? It’s cold.”

Startled, her hands quickly went to her face and she wiped her cheeks.


Her voice cracked as if she’d been crying. When I sat down next to her, she sniffled and looked away. I knew that I was right. My chest tightened up. I hated it when women cried and it killed me that it was Delaney. I suddenly felt like such a prick for rubbing the Peggy situation in her face.

“You’re crying. Is it about me?”

Delaney guffawed but still refused to look at me.

“Contrary to what you believe, the entire world doesn’t revolve around you Tyler Jordan.”

But mine sure does around you.

“Is it your date?”

I would have been more than happy to punch him out if she asked. Delaney shook her head and hugged herself for warmth. She was actually shivering.

“It’s cold out here. We should go inside.”

When Delaney didn’t budge, I got up, shook off my jacket, draped it over her shoulders and sat back down. She finally looked at me with surprise and tried to refuse. Her eyes were a bit red and her mascara slightly smeared. Seeing her like that made me feel like an even bigger ass.

“No. You need your jacket. Don’t you have somewhere to be, somewhere to go, someone to do?”

Her voice was thick with jealousy but it made me happy. Very happy. I draped my arm around her and pulled her close to warm her up. It was the perfect excuse to cover the fact that I couldn’t resist being this close to her and not touch her.

Delaney didn’t put up a fight. She simply leaned her head on my shoulder, letting her body relax against mine.

We sat in silence and listened to the distant voices coming from the party inside.

“Yeah but I’m in no hurry.”

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T is for “Trouble” (2016) – #atozchallenge @AprilA2Z

Photo credit: CDavisWI via Foter.com / CC BY-NC-ND

Continued from “Stronger”.

 Trouble (Victoria)

“Is he dead?”

Ella stood in the doorway and rubbed her small baby bump as she assessed my situation. I was always amazed at her nerves of steel and how ice water ran through her veins when the situation required. I wondered if the baby would eventually soften her rougher edges. Only time would tell.

I pointed out the rise and fall of his body on the bed.

“No. He’s breathing.”

“Thank God! It would have taken us days to dig a hole big enough for his body.”

Ella sounded serious and that scared me a little bit. She finally focused her attention on me.

“What did you do to him?”

I took what I had from my pocket and showed her.

Ella looked surprised.

“Where did you get these?”

“I found them in his pocket but his name wasn’t on the bottle. ”

Ella frowned and handed it back to me.

“You know what these are, right?”

“Yeah, I googled it.” I took a deep breath. “Now I know why I sometimes wake up not remembering much of the night before.”

Ella’s mouth fell open and for once, she was speechless.

“Are you shitting me? What are you saying Vicky?”

I could almost see the fire blazing out of her ears and nostrils.

“You know exactly what I’m saying.”

We both watched the half-naked loser still sound asleep on the rumpled bed.

“Fucking bastard! Why didn’t you come to me for help?”

“I don’t know…I was just so…so…”.

I could feel the hot tears forming in my eyes. Ella grabbed my shoulders and gave me a hard shake.

“Look, we’ll talk about it later. Right now, we don’t have time for tears Vicky. We need that time to think. How long has he been out?”

I shook my head. “I don’t know, maybe 30 minutes.”

“Okay, okay,” she muttered. I could see the hamsters running wild in her head. “Is this loser’s name on the lease?”


She pulled out her cell and started to dial someone.

“Good. While I make this call, pack up whatever shit belongs to him. Use garbage bags if you need to.”

When I didn’t budge, she yelled at me.

“Get moving Vicky!”

I snapped to attention and did as I was told. I bolted to the kitchen, grabbed some big garbage bags and started rushing around, dumping whatever belonged to him. I was amazed at the amount of things I’d let him contaminate my home with.

I brushed past her in the doorway to get to the en-suite bathroom. As I tossed his toiletries into a fresh bag, I heard Ella giving my address to someone.

My stomach did a flip when I heard her next words.

“It’s time to call Tyrone again. And make sure you bring the boys with you. This guy’s big and could cause us some trouble.”

Continuation – “What Goes Around…Comes Around…”

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S is for “Stronger” (2016) – #atozchallenge @AprilA2Z


Continued from “Ordinary”.

Stronger (Victoria)

He had me pinned to the bed so that I could barely move. I was overwhelmed by the stench of stale beer on his breath and the odor of his cheap cologne that rubbed off on my skin.

A, B, C…

With my face turned towards the window to avoid his mouth, his stubble was like steel wool scratching the skin off my cheek. Resisting only made things worse and so I lay still, continuing to recite the alphabet in my head like I always did.

D, E, F…

I never said yes. But I never said no. I never uttered a word to anyone about it because the blame would simply boomerang back on me.

G, H…

At least it would be over as quickly as it always started.

I, J…

The one tiny lingering doubt about what I had done earlier died when he shuddered and collapsed on top of me.


He promptly fell asleep and I was a prisoner under his weight.

He couldn’t even make it to M this time.

Then again, what I’d slipped into his beer had probably taken effect too…

I slipped my shaking hand under the pillow to where I’d hidden my cell earlier. I had wanted to be stronger and handle this all on my own but now I realized that I needed help.

I hit the speed dial for Ella – she always knew what to do.

I just prayed that she’d answer my call.

Continued – “Trouble”.

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R is for “Ready Or Not” (2016) – #atozchallenge @AprilA2Z

Photo credit: Frank de Kleine via Foter.com / CC BY

Continued from “Kissing A Fool”

Ready Or Not (Ella)

My mother might have been a bitch when she was drunk but she left me with a variety of brutally honest advice before disappearing on us.

Never love a man more than he loves you or he’ll fuck you over each and every time.

Money is control. Always have your own goddamn cash or you’ll always be a man’s bitch.

Men are like dog shit, hard on the surface and soft in the middle.

Yeah, mi madre was a fucking goldmine of maternal advice and today I had decided to put one piece of advice into action.

If something’s gonna hurt Gabriella, don’t pull the band-aid off slow, just fuckin’ rip it off and get it over with.

Ready or not, I was going to tell Jake today.

It’s not like I wasn’t going to but now that I was showing a little and everything seemed to be fine, it was time to rip the band-aid off. If this baby was strong enough to hold its own after the accident, I could must up the cojones to tell him.

When I’d texted him, Jake had responded within seconds, probably hoping that I’d changed my mind.

But I hadn’t…not really.

When the doorbell rang, I took a deep breath, pulled my loose blouse down to make the bump disappear and opened the door. Jake looked damn fine in his plain white T-shirt and a snug pair of jeans. I could tell that he’d been hitting the gym and doing all the things he needed to keep himself on track. I pictured the variety of women chasing him since I’d cut him loose but that wasn’t any of my business anymore.

Jake wasn’t smiling but from the bouquet of flowers in his hand and the soft look in his eyes, hope was written all over his face. Jake thrust the flowers at me like an awkward teenage boy courting his first girlfriend.


I took the flowers and tried to smile.

“Jake. You didn’t have to get these for me.”

“I know. I wanted to.”

Without the flowers to fidget with, Jake stuck both hands in his pockets.

“Thanks. Come in.”

I moved away from the door and he slid past me quickly. I followed him into the living room and motioned for him to sit.

“Do you want something to drink? Juice? Water? A soda?”

Now I was the one feeling weird and uncomfortable. I wasn’t sure how to start this baby-daddy conversation.

“No thanks. I’m fine.”

Jake’s eyes raked over me from head to toe a few times before I sat down across from him.

“You let your hair grow out and you’ve put on a few pounds…It suits you. You look amazing Ella – as usual.”

“Thanks Jake.”

We fell silent and he waited patiently for me to say something. But when I didn’t, Jake broke the ice.

“I’m hoping that you asked me over because…uh…because…”

 Rip the band-aid off Gabriella.

“I’m pregnant,” I blurted out. Jake gave me a blank look and didn’t react.

He had heard my words but hadn’t strung them together. Then he frowned and looked at my stomach.


His eyes were glued to my stomach though there was nothing much to see.

“I’m pregnant.”

My words finally sunk in and sadness clouded his face. My heart broke just a little bit for him. I watched him take a deep breath and swallow hard.

“Do you hate me so much that you wanted to tell me this in person? That you’re having some other man’s baby? Who is the guy?” he asked, trying to keep his voice stable.

In my hurry to get this secret out in the open, it had never crossed my mind to lie to him.

This baby could easily have been another man’s baby. Jake didn’t know how far along I was. I hadn’t thought about how his mother would react to Jake being a father and permanently linked to the “Mexican” girl as she had called me.

If she could push me down those stairs without a moment’s thought, what would stop her from doing stupid shit to my baby?

Why hadn’t I thought about all of this before I’d opened my fucking big mouth?

My thoughts swirled with what I’d meant to say, what I could say or maybe what I wouldn’t say at all.

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