Sequel of "Claimed By Him Without Love" "Do you Mr. James Ashton, take Miss Liza Miller to be your wedded wife, to cherish in love and in friendship, in strength and in weakness, in success and in disappointment, to love her faithfully, today, tomorrow, and for as long as the two of you shall live?" The Father asked me. "I do." I said without any doubt in my mind. "Do you, Miss Liza Miller, take Mr. James Ashton to be your wedded husband, to cherish in love and in friendship, in strength and in weakness, in success and in disappointment, to love him faithfully, today, tomorrow, and for as long as the two of you shall live?" "No. I do not." WHAT THE F***!

To say I was shocked would be an understatement when I saw the person in front of me. I shut my slacked jaw in time to prevent my drool from falling off. The last person I expected to see, the person I gave up tonight's party for, was standing in front of my door. "Won't you invite me in?" she said in a small voice. "Yea-uh no, you are not welcome here" I regained my senses and make to slam the door on her face because that's the right thing to do. Is it? She moved closer and before I could process what's happening, her lips were already on mine. Rational thoughts went out the window and I wasted no time in enclosing her slender waist in my arms. I pulled her inside and kicked the door shut then led her towards the couch. After we broke apart for the much needed air, hands still on her waist, I asked. "What are you doing here?" "Shut up and lie down", she said in a raspy voice, turning me on the more. Her eyes had darkened and without further protest, I laid on the couch and pulled her with me. *** Ginny McCarthy is a high school popular girl who is in love with the bad boy Jude. But one night of excessive alcohol, she found herself in the arms of her sworn enemy Travis Stein. Will this one night change their relationship?

Can a broken heart be fixed after being ripped apart from the most dear person to you? Can you trust him again? ************** I was in the kitchen making dinner, a knock on the door snapped me out from my trance. I waked to the door whipping my hand with my shirt, I opened the door and froze in my place. My ex husband was in front of me; I lost myself in his eyes, they held so much anger rage hate and pain, I wanted to wipe his pain away but then his words rang in my ears " you're worthless, I hate you and every second I spend with you." And then my five years son come " mom will you tell me a story?"