Z is for “Zero Gravity” (2016) – #atozchallenge @AprilA2Z


Continued from “You Look Good In My Shirt.”

Zero Gravity (Delaney)

I sat at the gate with my boarding pass at the ready.

But was I really ready?

The waiting area was overflowing with travelers. I distracted myself by analyzing the emotions I saw on the faces and conversations around me.

The newlyweds sitting across from me couldn’t keep their hands off of each other. The older couple to my left were headed to a funeral. After being banished for a month to her grandparents in Gurabo, the teenage girl face-timing to my right was ecstatic to get back home to the boyfriend her parents didn’t want her to have.

I wondered what they saw on my face when they looked at me.

A woman wanting to stay in a paradise that felt too good to be true with Alejandro, Nate and Alma?

Or a woman longing to get back to the cozy life she’d just created for herself and to Tyler who kept life interesting?

The ringtone for Ella startled me and I scrambled to answer my cell. No “hi”, “hello” or “how are you?”, Ella was straight to the point.

“Are you staying or leaving?”

“I’m actually sitting at the gate like an idiot, not knowing what I should do.”

I heard Ella sigh in the way she always did when the answer was clear to her but for no one else.

Zero gravity.”


“You don’t know your up from your down Laney. You know that I’m not into all this love shit, but maybe this is the time you need to go with your heart and not with your head. Home is not a place, it’s a feeling.”

Ella hung up, leaving me to marinate in her non-advice.

I looked down at my boarding pass, closed my eyes and tried to hear what my heart was saying.

My head knew exactly what I should do but my heart whispered that it had other plans.

The End…for now. Thanks for reading! This storyline will be made into a novella in the near future.

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Y is for “You Look Good In My Shirt” (2016) – #atozchallenge @AprilA2Z

Photo credit: ravalli1 via Foter.com / CC BY-SA

Continued from “XO”

You Look Good In My Shirt (Alejandro)

Delaney was breathtaking standing in the doorway. It almost hurt to look at her.

Barefoot, messy hair, barely any make-up and wearing one of my shirts that fit her more like a mini dress…

“We need to do this more often. You look good in my shirt.”

She laughed, twirled and then waved her stained clothes at me.

“You spilling red wine all over me? I don’t think so. If I didn’t know better, I’d say that you did it on purpose Alejandro.”

But I hadn’t and she knew it. I’d tripped over one of Nate’s toys just as I was handing her a glass and the contents had splashed on her shirt and capri pants. After it happened, Nate quickly vanished for fear of being disciplined. I’d warned him more than once about leaving his toys around.

“Where’s your washing machine? Maybe I could soak these down and see if they are salvageable.”

I jumped up and grabbed at the clothes.

“No need. Alma will take care of it.”

“I can do it myself. You don’t have to ask Alma,” she started to protest but I quickly placed a finger on her lips.

“And you don’t have to be so independent all the time. Once and a while, just let someone else handle things. Let me take care of you.”

Delaney smiled but rolled her eyes and reluctantly handed me her clothes. I went to find Alma who was more than happy to get the stains out. As I walked back outside to the deck, I stopped to watch Delaney leaning against the railing and looking out at the ocean. Delaney never got tired of the view and I never got tired of watching her enjoy it.

My eyes glided over her body and down the length of her smooth bare legs. I didn’t want to imagine the day that she would no longer be around but our days were numbered. I brushed up next to her.

“You should go talk to Nate. He probably thinks that you’re upset at what happened,” she said.

Delaney was tuned into Nate. Not even his own mother had that ability. Instead of being upset about her outfit being ruined, Delaney brushed it all off like water on a duck’s back.

“No, not yet. He’s in his room and should have a little time to reflect on why I keep telling him to put his toys away.”

Delaney didn’t argue and we stood in silence for a while. That’s what I loved about being with her – words weren’t always necessary for us to talk.

I took her hand and lead her to the hammock. I settled myself in and helped her do the same alongside me. We swayed and swayed, saying nothing but my mind wandering to the future when she would be gone.

I couldn’t help myself anymore and asked her what I had always wanted to know.


“Uh huh?”

“Tell me what you don’t want me to know.”

I felt her body stiffen. Just when I’d thought that I’d overstepped our bounds, her body relaxed and she looked up at me.


As I looked into her pretty brown eyes, I was no longer sure if I truly wanted to know. None of it would matter if Delaney stayed.

I needed her to stay.

I needed to give her a reason to stay.

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X is for “XO” (2016) – #atozchallenge @AprilA2Z


Continued from “Video”

XO (Delaney)

The kitchen hummed with the sounds of sizzling oils and hissing pots. Alma was cooking up a storm for dinner and the smells of adobo and sofrito filled the air making me hungry. Nate and I were sitting at the table trying to make sense of a Disney puzzle I’d bought him and Alejandro was off somewhere returning calls.

Whenever I was here, I was welcomed like part of the family. I always felt like I was at home.

“Are you going to be my new mamá?”

My heart stopped and Alma spun around from the stove. She probably looked as shocked as I felt. The pot spoon Alma was holding dripped sauce onto the floor. I put down the puzzle piece in my hand.

“Uh, why are you asking Nate?”

Innocence was written all over his little face, oblivious to the heaviness of his question. He continued putting the puzzle together.

“I heard tío Ric say that you’re papá‘s girlfriend.”

Is that what I was?

“Uh….You already have a mommy Nate.”

“I know but if you get married, you’ll be my mommy too. And I heard papá say that you’d be a wonderful mamá.”

Out of the mouths of babes…

I looked at Alma who raised her eyebrows, tried to hide a smile and spun back around to mind her own business. Silence hung in the air as I tried to wrap my head around what Nate had said.

When Alejandro sauntered into the kitchen, shoving his cell back into his pocket, Alma and I both stared at him. She giggled and turned her attention back to her pots.

I looked at him, not sure of what I should say, if anything. I hoped that Nate wouldn’t repeat himself or I’d absolutely die.

Alejandro took one look at Alma and me and frowned.

“What’s going on? Did I miss something?”

I didn’t dare say a word and neither did Alma.

Continuation – “You Look Good In My Shirt.”

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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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