My Fiancé's Brother: Part 2

by Odette Stone

“Matt is entitled to his feelings. He’s no longer allowed to take those feelings out on you.”

“I’m getting the feeling we aren’t on the same page.” “I’m not even sure I’m reading the same book.”

This is the point that you jump off that massive bridge and as you free fall, you keep waiting for your true love to swoop in and grab you at the last moment, but those final seconds, when you realize he isn’t going to, that is what heartache feels like. Right before you hit bottom, you are thinking, “Oh fuck. Misread that one. This is going to hurt.” I was still in the final seconds of my free fall. And I knew it was going to hurt. Real bad. But he was so perfect, so alive, so much fun at this moment, that I honestly didn’t care.

“Have a good night, Mrs. Hunter.” My whole body reacted to his voice calling me Mrs. Hunter. “Stay safe.” “Always.”

“When you came back from New York for your arbitration review you told me that we were going to sit down and talk about our future. You told me that we were going to have a fresh start.”

“We’re not done with this conversation. I need you to be here when I get home.” I stared sadly at him. “Emily,” he said softly. “Can you do that for me?” I nodded. He let out a big breath. “Thank you.”

“Every fucking step he took, MacDog repeated ‘Emily Alien Emily Alien’. Over and over. Step by step.”

“You once asked me what scared me. It’s not guns or fighting or even dying. It’s you. You and your love scare the shit out of me. I didn’t know how to do this. And I’m so bad at it. I want your love so bad. I want you in my life more than I have ever wanted anything.”

“All I know is that I would die for you. I would kill for you. I would do everything in my power to protect you. Your happiness, your safety, your joy is all I care about. I don’t understand all of this, but you have somehow become the one thing I live for. You and Alien. I never used to feel anything, and now, all I do is fucking

feel things. I lose control. I get upset. Anything to do with you, I can’t seem to control my emotions.”

“Pick the shortest guy you can find,” I hissed. “They may not be as fun in bed but trust me. A tiny guy means a tiny baby.”