Sex Unlimited(21)

“Fuck him and I like handcuffs.”

I can only shake my head. She’s a crazy person.

My house has an open floor plan so I can see the entryway from the living room. She opens the door without ever checking the peep hole.

James.

James and roses. Lots of roses.

I stand but don’t take a single step.

“What, in the actual fuck, are you doing here, James?” Janette’s voice is on the borderline of yelling.

James never really liked Janette or approved of her very colorful style and life. He’s clearly taken off guard by her not-so-pleasant greeting. He peers over her shoulder.

“I want to see Candace.” His brows are furrowed, his lips pressed into a hard line. I can see his jaws clenching. He does that when his temper is on the rise.

“Well, that’s too damn bad because she doesn’t want to see you, asshole.”

Janette has her hand casually propped up on the edge of the door frame and her opposite hand planted firmly on her hip.

“I don’t think that’s for you to decide, Janette.” His words are clipped and I can tell he’s trying hard not to lose his temper.

Janette turns her head to look at me over her shoulder. “You wanna see this shit stain, C?”

James’ face changes from anger to desperation. He looks at me with begging eyes, clearly hoping I’ll say yes.

“No,” I whisper. All the air in my lungs seems to disappear. In this brief moment, staring into the eyes of the man I’ve always loved, the man I chose for better or worse, I make a decision as I recall the day he broke us. The invisible tether that’s always bound my heart to him is severed and I die a small death in my heart. Almost simultaneously a spark ignites in my soul and I’m free.

Janette reaches out and takes the roses right out of his hands. He’s either in shock or just speechless because he doesn’t even try to stop her.

“I’ll take these. I’m just going to assume these roses are your last apology for breaking my best friend’s heart and your final goodbye.”

James looks at her and then to me. He sees it. He feels it. He knows it’s over. Not even he can deny it.

“Take care of yourself, Candace.” He drops his head and his shoulders slightly slump. He stares into the ground for a second then looks back up to me. “And I’m sorry.”

He starts to say something else but Janette puts up a hand.

“Nope, that was perfect - say nothing else. Goodbye, James.” And she slams the door in his face.

For the first time since she opened the door I take a full breath.

“Oh my god,” I deadpan.

Janette twists around, holding the giant arrangement of red roses. “I’m so fuckin’ proud of you.” She leans into the roses and inhales. “Smells just like sweet freedom.”

I shake my head at her and try to wrap my mind around what just happened. She walks over and places the arrangement on the kitchen table.

“So, what are you wearing for your mind fuck tomorrow night?”





I’VE BEEN TRYING TO DISTRACT myself with work all day. Thoughts of what tonight may bring are constantly invading my mind. He’s on my mind often; way too often, if I’m truly honest. Staring at my computer screen I find myself daydreaming. Thoughts of his hands, mouth, and how they feel when he touches me with them, fill my mind. Just thinking about it sends chills across my skin. I smile and try to push the images from my head so I can focus on Dawn’s manuscript. I’m running behind schedule as it is. I’m still more into the story than working on the story, though. I’ve found it has a sad overtone but, at the same time, it’s gripping and I get the feeling it’s definitely not going to end happily. I hope she knows readers aren’t going to like that. Readers want a nice, tidy bow at the end of a book. Dawn doesn’t really seem to be one to cater to what the readers want though. I have a feeling she does what she wants regardless.

The couple in this story have fallen in love, gotten married, and now they’re having a baby. It all seems like the regular fairytale formula but, with the title of True Loss Story, I don’t see a good ending in sight. It’s the couple’s wedding anniversary and the scene is so sweet. I hate that things are most likely going to end with loss.



Brian and I had been married for two years. Our daughter was only six months old but she was the most amazing baby I’d ever laid eyes on. Everything in our life was perfect. Brian was the most loving and doting father you could ever imagine and we were happier than we’d ever been. We planned a simple night at home for our two year anniversary because neither of us wanted to leave Willow. I bought him a new watch with a special inscription engraved on the inside: My love for you is timeless, never-ending, and infinite. He gave me a puzzle piece, just as he had for our first anniversary, along with a beautiful arrangement of my favorite flower, calla lilies. The puzzle pieces were his creative idea. When he gave me the first one I was so perplexed. I’d opened the small box and inside was a white puzzle piece and all I could make out on it were two words, Dear Danielle. This year I got two more words, You are. He says eventually I’ll have a complete puzzle and it’ll be his everlasting love letter to me. His thoughtfulness never ceases to amaze me. I keep the pieces together in a keepsake box in our room. I asked him once how many pieces there were and he simply replied, enough for our forever.