Jilted

by Vi Keeland

“That’s the tip jar that goes to the Parkinson’s Foundation. Maybe stick the apology you owe in there.”

How can you be sure if you’ve never had a serious relationship?” He grinned. “Because I met you.” I chuckled. “Smooth, Hayes, smooth. I can see why you don’t have a hard time getting women. The bullshit flows easily.”

“I’m serious. Have I been that big of a whore?” “You once slept with a woman you met at a bar on a Friday night, and the next day she called and asked if you would sleep with her friend who needed cheering up. And you did.” “What was I supposed to do? Let the woman be miserable?”

Then there’s nowhere I’d rather celebrate.

Wilder: Will they be related when we get married? It’s been too long of a day for me to do the math on that.

I’d never quite understood the bible verse that said it was better to give than receive, at least when it came to head. Getting was always better, at least until today.

It was … glorious. Holy. Other freaking worldly.

“I can’t feel my arms and legs,” I said. “That’s okay. The only thing I want you to feel is my cock.”

Being with you is like having Christmas every day.” “Are you stealing my lines, Cupcake?” I laughed. “I am.” He pressed his lips to mine. “I guess that’s fair, love. Because you’ve stolen my heart.”

I spent the next hour opening my gift and playing with my favorite toy.

“Sloane’s mother, Lily, was diabetic. Only had a seizure once, but it was something I’ll never forget. Saw plenty of medical emergencies in my years on the job. It’s not the same when it’s someone you love.” I blinked a few times. “Holy crap. I do love her.” “You sound like you’re just figuring that out now.” Harry chuckled. “Haven’t you ever been in love before? I could have told you that two months ago, dumbass.”

The best gift you can give your kid is showing them not to dwell on the things we can’t change and live life to the fullest, even if it’s not the one you planned.”

“You said you loved it, but you weren’t buying a dress for a fantasy that didn’t exist.” Wilder looked me in the eyes. “So I bought it. Because since the day I met you, you’ve made me believe the fantasy exists. And I wanted to give this to you, if I was lucky enough to ever make you mine.”