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

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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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Q is for “Que Mas Da” (2016) – #atozchallenge @AprilA2Z

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Continued from “Maneater”.

Que Mas Da (Charlotte)

I always let my prey come to me but Mr. Blue Eyes had the kind of presence that almost made me reconsider.

I decided against it. It would only be a matter of time before he noticed me. I waited it out at the bar, nursed my glass of champagne and tried not to look over in his direction too often.

Just as I expected, Mr. Blue Eyes noticed me. He returned the smile I gave him as he carried on his conversation with his group of friends but it was followed by a vacant look. When he turned his back on me, I realized that he really hadn’t even seen me at all.


My face flushed with confusion. That was not the reaction I had expected. One look was usually enough to get a man to approach me. I could have any man I wanted, that was actual and factual.

What’s wrong with him?

As I finished off my drink, I found myself analyzing his interaction with his group of friends. They were all male. Maybe he was gay. Yes, that would explain it.

I’d had enough of this engagement party shit and considered calling it a night and going home alone. I was capable of a lot of things but fucking another man after I’d let Robert tonight would have taken too much energy.

It was at that very moment that Mr. Blue Eyes approached the bar and stood right next to me. Finally…He must have been waiting for the right moment to pounce.

I readied myself to greet him with a seductive hello but he never even looked in my direction as he ordered two drinks. He gave the bartender a healthy tip and maneuvered his way back to his friends and a woman who had joined their group. He handed off a drink to the woman and she smiled.

No, he wasn’t gay. It was obvious that she was his girlfriend.

The DJ changed the mood to some upbeat music and several guests hit the dance floor. I ordered another drink and observed as them as they danced. Mr. Blue Eyes was a good dancer. And you know what they say about men who can dance…

The lyrics of the song echoed in my head as I devoured him with my eyes.
Que más da, sólo quiero tu amor…”

A good-looking man who had the audacity to ignore me?

Now, that was a challenge that I was ready to tackle…literally.

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P is for “Pillow Talk” (2016) – #atozchallenge @AprilA2Z


Continued from “Mercedes Boy”

Pillow Talk (Zoey)

I was convinced that something was alive and kicking right behind my eyes.

My head throbbed and it took all my energy to focus. And when I did, all I saw were blurs of white on white. White drapes, white walls and the white sheet that contrasted against the ugly white and blue hospital gown I was wearing.

The hospital?

Just as I realized that’s where I was, I saw Jack asleep in a chair by the window. His head was leaned back against the wall, his mouth wide open and quietly snoring. That’s when it hit me – the last thing I remembered was seeing car lights in my face. I tried to right myself in the bed but my chest hurt so much that I screamed out in pain.

Jack’s eyes flew open and he came scurrying over to me.

“Zoey! You’re awake.”

Jack looked relieved. When he reached out to touch my arm, I tried to get away. He saw the fear in my eyes.

“Don’t touch me!”

Jack’s eyes grew to the size of golf balls and he backed away from the bed.

“It wasn’t me Zoey! I saw the car that jumped the curb and hit you. I swear, it wasn’t me.”

I believed him as far as I could throw him. I must still have been giving him a death stare because Jack continued.

“Zoey, I’m the one who called 911 and there were witnesses. You can ask the police!”

It took me a while to process what he was saying and then I calmed down.

“I’m sorry Jack. Did they find who hit me?”

Jack shook his head.

“No, but the police are on it.”

He grabbed my purse from the chair where he’d been sitting and took out my cell.

“Your cell was smashed. Do you want to use mine to call someone? Maybe your family? Your boyfriend?”

“No, my parents live in Florida and it would just worry them. If I’m breathing, I’m fine, right?”

“Then, what about your boyfriend?”

I hesitated. The hottie from the club I’d been spending some nights with didn’t qualify as a boyfriend and I wasn’t interested in giving him the impression that he had that title.

“I don’t remember his number.”

Jack cocked his head to the side and looked at me as if he’d caught me in a lie.

“You don’t remember your boyfriend’s number?”

It must have been the painkillers or something they had given me because I suddenly caught myself thinking that Jack wasn’t half-bad looking.

But he was still annoying as hell.

“I don’t remember anyone’s number if it’s in my phone. Do you know your girlfriend’s number by heart?”

Even in such pain, I wasn’t going to let Jack paint me into a corner.

Jack snorted and pulled up the chair close to the bed and sat down.

“I don’t need to remember my girlfriend’s number because I don’t have one.”

Jack sounded a little dejected and I was surprised.

“Really? And here I thought that you were oh-so-popular with the ladies.”

Jack shook his head.

“Looks can be deceiving. And so are most women.”

I recognized the sadness in his eyes and the flash of anger that momentarily clouded his face. Jack’s hurt was still fresh.

I winced in pain and held my chest for relief but it didn’t help. Even breathing hurt and I suddenly felt like I would pass out. I must have turned a few shades of green because Jack quickly jumped up and started rearranging the pillows behind my back to get me comfortable.

“Careful Zoey. I heard them say something about a possible broken rib.”

In his haste to help me, his cheek accidentally brushed against mine. He quickly pulled away from me and actually looked a little scared at our contact.

“Getting run over is what it took to get some pillow talk with me,” I tried to joke. “Don’t worry, I don’t bite.”

We both laughed but mine was very short-lived because pain took over. Jack saw it on my face and frowned.

“I’m going to find a nurse or someone for you, okay?”

He rushed towards the door. I watched as he rushed towards the door. From the back view, Jack’s body wasn’t half-bad either….

I wondered what was in my IV drip to make me loopy enough to give him a once over.


He stopped at the doorway.


“You’ve got to stop trying so hard with the women around you. It’s not working,” I squeaked out.

Jack gave me an embarrassed nod and scurried out the room.

Maybe, just maybe, I’d been too quick to judge Jack’s book by his annoying cover.

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O is for “Ordinary” (2016) – #atozchallenge @AprilA2Z


Continued from “Jealous”

Ordinary (Victoria)

I couldn’t remember the last time I’d had an ordinary weekend all to myself. It felt really good but weird. I felt like a fish out of water wanting to do everything and nothing all at once.

He’d warned me that cell reception was going to be crappy where his work retreat was taking place and that I shouldn’t worry if I didn’t hear from him.

If he only knew that I was the only one in the world looking forward to bad cellphone reception…

It didn’t really matter because I’d planned on pretending like his messages never came through.  All I needed to do was delete them before he got back. He would definitely check my cell when he thought that I wasn’t looking.

I didn’t know what to do with my freedom but I definitely knew I had no interest in going out for a night on the town with the girls later. Just peacefully sitting in front of the television with a bottle of red wine, a pile of unread Architectural Digest magazines, a plate of hot homemade cheesy nachos with all the toppings he hated felt amazing.

But it also made me sad because he was still in my brain. He didn’t even have to be around to make me feel like shit.

The few times I’d gotten angry enough to face off with him and tell him that we were over, he would magically revert back to the sweet and caring man I’d fallen in love with. He’d always apologize, say sweet things and pull me right back into his nasty web of lies and insults. I recognized that it was a horrible cycle of rinse and repeat, except with each episode, the viciousness got just a little worse.

And now, I was actually afraid of what he’d do if I called it quits for good.

How crazy is that?

I took a swig of wine straight from the bottle and made a mental note to toss it directly into the hallway garbage chute. If he found the bottle in my trash, he’d be quick to accuse me of having someone over while he was gone which was not okay with him. And this wasn’t even his apartment.

The sight of his pants and jacket carelessly draped over the edge of my love seat annoyed me so I jumped up and tossed them onto the floor, out of sight. But my toss was too quick because when the jacket hit the floor, the contents of an inner pocket spilled out.


I stuffed everything back in – a pack of gum, some loose change, a receipt for cigarettes when he has supposedly quit and an almost empty pill bottle. When I read the label of the bottle, a sinking feeling settled into the pit of my stomach.

His name wasn’t on the prescription label.

I reached for my cell to google the medication but stopped myself. I only knew how to delete my search history from my laptop so I opened up a private search tab, typed in the name of the prescription and held my breath as I waited to find out what it was.

Continuation – “Stronger”.

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N is for “No One In The World” (2016) – #atozchallenge @AprilA2Z

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Continued from “Love and Sex”.

No One In The World (Delaney)

I dropped my yoga gear onto the floor and slammed the door behind me. I hadn’t been able to relax during class after seeing Tyler and all I wanted to do was order some take-out and hide in front of the television. Without turning on the light, I washed my hands at the kitchen sink, opened the fridge and grabbed a bottle of soda.

“I thought you weren’t drinking soda anymore.”

Tyler was sitting on my couch and looking annoyed with me. I surprised myself by not screaming at the pain I felt when the soda bottle fell out of my hand and hit my toes. Tyler rose from the couch.

“What are you doing scaring me like that? How did you get in here?”

As soon as I said it, I already knew the answer. He still had his code to my door.

“Stupid question Laney.”

When he took a few steps towards me, I outstretched my hand to stop him.

“You need to go.”

Tyler came closer and stood a few feet away from me. I backed away to put more distance between us.

“No, I won’t go. You walked away from me earlier and we weren’t done talking.”

I opened the front door for him.

“There’s nothing more to talk about for now. I need space. We need space. Please just leave.”

Tyler didn’t budge.

“You can’t put all the blame on me for the other night. You were a willing participant Laney. Instead of talking this out, why would you rather make this hard? This is crazy.”

“Ty, you made it very, very hard for me to think straight that night. You just need to go, okay?”

A guilty look clouded his face but it quickly disappeared.

“Have it your way.”

He brushed past me and I moved away so that we didn’t make contact. When I heard the door slam, I finally exhaled. But when I turned to lock the door, Tyler was just standing there, watching me.

In one swift step, Tyler narrowed the distance between us, took me in his arms and hovered his lips barely inches away from mine. I didn’t have time to think about pushing him away and even if I did, I wasn’t sure if I wanted to.

We stood there for the longest moment just inhaling each other’s breath. I felt myself propelling slowly forward towards his lips.

“There is no one in the world that I want more than you,” Tyler whispered with expectant eyes. “If you blame me, then you’ll just have to forgive me.”

I wanted to forget everything in that moment but I couldn’t.


I snapped out of my haze. The grin that had started to form at the corners of his mouth quickly turned into tensely set lips.Just as suddenly as he had taken me in his arms, Tyler let me go and stepped away.  He’d managed to leave me breathless.

“I hate you,” I said.

“Don’t worry, I hate you too.”

Tyler opened the door and didn’t look back at me.

“And when you finally come to your senses, don’t call me.”

Continuation – “Upgrade U”.

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M is for “Maneater” (2016) – #atozchallenge @AprilA2Z

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Continued from Everybody’s Got A Story

*Mature 18+ content*

Maneater (Charlotte)

I purposely arrived at Mariah and Robert’s engagement party fashionably late so that I could make a grand entrance.

My dress was form-fitting in all the right places. It complimented all the assets I’d paid good money for and wanted to show off. My outfit even had a sexy little hood that made me look mysterious and I adored that it made me stand from the other guests.

By the time the night was over, I’d have any man I wanted puddled at my heels, begging to have my attention. If that man was lucky, he’d find himself going home tonight with me, the ultimate maneater.

Why the fuck not?

Robert would be “engaged” in more ways than one so my options were wide open tonight.

I succeeded at making all heads turn because as I slowly sashayed my way to the bar, all eyes were on me. The men tracked me while their ladies tracked them. The jealousy was palpable.

I pretended not to notice as I ordered a glass of champagne and scanned the room for Mariah, the bride-to-be. It didn’t take me long to find her. There she was, standing at the far end of the garden, her arm laced lovingly through Robert’s as she always did. Mariah was lapping up being the center of attention.

As I walked across the garden area, the throngs of guests parted for me like Moses and the Red sea.

“Mariah, Robert! Beautiful party, beautiful location.”

I greeted Mariah with a two sided air kiss and did the same with Robert. He bristled at my proximity.

Was it with guilt or pleasure?

“Thanks to you it is! I truly appreciate you giving me your contact for this place. You’re just too good to me.”

Yes I am.

Mariah peered over my shoulder and waved at someone.

“Charlotte, would you excuse me? I need to say hello to someone.”

Without even letting me respond, Mariah was gone and left Robert and me alone.

“Charlotte, you look good enough to eat. I want you sooo bad right now,” Robert growled under his breath.

“What are you going to do about it?” I whispered in a teasing voice.

If Robert actually considered disappearing from his own engagement party to fuck me, Mariah was worse off than I already thought.

Robert looked around and then at his watch.

“I can think of a few ways. There’s a mezzanine at the far back of this building. Meet me there as soon as you can.”

I smiled as I drifted away from him and back to the bar. Yes, I’d ruined him.

Lousy fuck.

How devastated would Mariah be if she stumbled across Robert buried deep inside me in the middle of her own engagement party?

I couldn’t help but laugh out loud.

Maybe it was time to find out.

Continuation – “Que Mas Da“.

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L is for “Love and Sex” (2016) – #atozchallenge @AprilA2Z


Continued from “I’m Your Man.

Love and Sex (Tyler)

I tucked my hands under my armpits and leaned against the passenger door of my car. It was Monday afternoon and Delaney would eventually surface to leave for her hot yoga class.

I hadn’t seen her in the two days over the weekend and she’d been like a ghost at the office most of last week. I was already in withdrawal. Being with her hadn’t quenched my thirst for her, it only made it worse. What I wanted from her was more than physical and somehow I had to make that clear.

But I couldn’t do that if she kept avoiding me, ignoring my texts and calls. It was obvious that she wanted space but patience wasn’t part of my DNA.

When Delaney emerged from the building and saw me there, her yoga bag almost fell off her shoulder. She stopped dead in her tracks and busied herself adjusting and readjusting it on her shoulder. As I walked towards her, she looked everywhere but at me.

“Hey Laney.”


Delaney was paying a lot of attention to her shoes. It was actually kind of adorable how she tried to avoid my eyes.

“Could you please look at me?”

I took a few more steps towards her and when she did look at me, I saw no sparkle in her eyes, just sadness.

“You’re avoiding me,” I said softly.


Was this the first time she’d lied to me?

“You avoided me all week and haven’t returned my messages. What do you call that?”

“I need time to think.”

I extended my hand, expecting her to take hold of it but she didn’t.

“Don’t be embarrassed about…”

“I’m not embarrassed,” Delaney quickly cut me off.

“Then what are you?”

I reached out again to her but this time, she took a huge step back, probably remembering what that hand had done to her the last time we’d been alone…

“I’m regretting that we took it that far.”

This ambush of mine wasn’t going the way I’d wanted. Not at all.

“I’m thinking that we didn’t take it far enough.”

Delaney looked away and in the direction that she wanted to escape.

“What happened was for the wrong reasons. That’s what I regret.”

The tremble in her voice worried me.

“What wrong reasons?”

She squared her shoulders back and gave me a distant look.

“It doesn’t matter. I need some time to sort things out, okay?”

That was the last thing I wanted to hear from her.

“No, it’s not okay. What is this really about?”

“I’ve got to go. I’m going to be late.”

I watched her walk away but there was no way in hell I’d let her have the last word.

Continuation – “No One in the World.”

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