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And what happened to “Mr. I Have No Intentions of Getting Married”? His dad made him an offer he couldn’t refuse. Seems I wasn’t the only woman he was engaged to not marry. Rather than lose another big contract, his dad made him marry his other non-fiancé. Seems her father owned five Sizzlers. Now he’s living in Idaho, managing one of his father-in-law’s restaurants. And yes, they serve his dad’s wine. Pay back can be painful. I almost feel sorry for him, but you shouldn’t make marital promises you don’t intend to keep.
Shortly after our breakup, I started seeing a wonderful, amazing, sensitive, sexy man that adores me. He’s everything I want. I told my girlfriends about him and they were excited and eager to meet him, until I disclosed he only exists in my very vivid dreams. That’s when they surmised I was losing my mind. I’m not crazy I just have a very active dream life. Too bad my awake state isn’t as exciting.
In my dream state, I have been having a relationship with the same man off and on for a couple of years. But it wasn’t until the one on February 6th that I started journaling them. I hope none of my friends finds my journal and reads it. It could be a little embarrassing and difficult to explain. I named the star of my dreams Rêve, that’s French for dream.
I’ve never really seen his face, just his body. He’s incredible…average height, jet black wavy hair, dark olive skin and built like a brick wall. His sarong fits low on his hips barely concealing his uhm…let’s just say, he’s all man and then some.
I don’t think I’ll ever forget that night. I was in a deep sleep and then my conscious drifted into the most serene place. I was walking along a beach and this incredibly sexy man approached me. He smiled and it sent a chill through my body. He asked if he could join me on my walk. We strolled along the length of the white sandy beach a while before he casually reached for my hand. His touch felt like I’d been shot with an electric jolt straight to my core. I could barely stand up.
He quickly wrapped me in his muscular arms and pulled me to his chest. I felt uncomfortable, but safe at the same time. He gently stroked my temple and followed with a sweet kiss.
“Are you all right?”
The heat of those words traveling off his lips and into my mind, were so powerful. In that brief moment, he’d shown me more concern and compassion than any other man I’d been with. All I could do was smile and nod.
He ran his finger across my lips, down my chin, gliding down my neck, just stopping at the damp apex of my cleavage. I could barely breathe. Our eyes locked and he gently pressed his lips against mine. His tongue slowly invaded my mouth. He tasted like pineapple and sweet wine. I wanted more. He pulled me closer and his hands eased under my top and the heat from his hands penetrated my skin making my blood boil.
He pulled my shirt over my head and tossed it on the white sandy beach. He kissed my shoulder and moved his mouth down my collar bone, dragging his tongue across my hot skin. His hand cupped my….Bzzzz…Bzzzz…Bzzzz…
Crap!…Crap!…Crap!…the alarm rang. Just as I was getting to the good part, or maybe that’s all there is to the dream.
Why can’t I find a boyfriend like the one in my dreams. He’s perfect. He has strong hands, soft lips and he can read my mind. I get chills thinking about him. If it wasn’t a shame, I’d get some sleeping pills so I could visit with him more frequently. I love my job, but I could stand an afternoon visit or two or three from my dream man to alleviate my stress.
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In college, I watched my cousin Taylor and friend Chloe juggle men like they were in the circus. I could never do that. I have always been a one at a time kind of girl. Grant it, I never had guys like the ones chasing Chloe and Taylor trying to get with me. No, I seemed to attract the mama’s boy or the under achiever only in college so his parents wouldn’t cut him off.
I always wanted to be the girl that dated the hot guy that everyone wanted. The guy that could stop traffic with his looks. But he had to have the other things on my list. That’s right. I have a list. My girlfriends think it’s childish. But, after my last debacle I thought I needed to stay focused and not get distracted with another idiot head just looking for a sponsor.
I want a man that appreciates all I have to offer. He also needs to like my cooking. Really, I can’t afford to be wasting time with someone who doesn’t like my cooking. How is he going to give me good feedback if he won’t eat my food?
He also has to love God. That’s my deal breaker. I don’t have time for mama’s boys, underachievers, day dreamers or free spirits. I’m trying to build an empire, and I need a man that can help me.
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So what’s my secret? I have a few, but one isn’t mine It’s someone else’s and they made me swear never to share it. My other secret would destroy my relationship with my cousin Alex. The other secret that’s holding me prisoner is a shocker even for me. I never saw it coming and I’m still in shock. I’m glad Chloe gave me that gun, because it came in handy.
ALEX
AS DIFFERENT AS THE FIVE of us are, we are very much alike and that’s why we’re friends. I think if there weren’t traces of each of us in each other, we wouldn’t be friends. We balance each other out. But when it comes to love, relationships and marriage, we’re all very different.
Considering our differences, you’d think it would be easy to keep a pact we made in college. That just confirms that pacts are for children and not grown women who are all searching for love.
The first part of the pact was simple…no dating any of your friend’s ex-boyfriends, ex-husbands, relatives or co-workers. Second part, no secrets. No matter how much the truth could possibly hurt, we vowed to be truthful and honest with each other.
However, every last one of us has broken the pact, several times. Among the five of us there were too many secrets to keep track of.
The week we spent in Atlanta for my new store opening was the week that broke the seal on a few secrets that would change our lives forever.
We all found ourselves asking, “How well do I know my best friends?”
excerpt from
book one
this is how it started...
ALEX
