The Choosing [First 3 Chapters]

The Choosing [First 3 Chapters]

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"Before I head down the hall I notice a tall broad-shouldered man sitting hunched over at the end of the bar. He picks up a bottle of Jim Beam Rye and refills his glass. His alabaster skin is smooth over his angular features. His ample lips are slightly downturned in a sad grimace above his square jaw. His furrowed brows nearly touch the long transparent lashes jutting out over his glossy, celadon -green eyes. Dark bruises surround the deep-set hooded orbs. His nose is a perfectly sculpted copy of Michaelangelo's Davids' between high, sharp cheekbones. Even wearing this broody, grief-stricken expression, he's quite possibly the most beautiful man I've ever seen. He's wearing a collared, black pin-striped shirt with the sleeves rolled to his elbows and tight-fitting dark-wash jeans with brown boots. His hair is an ethereal white-blonde, half bound in a loose bun with the rest cascading bone straight down his back to his waist. He senses me staring and his eyes capture mine. My heart is pounding."
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No, no, no. no! This can't be true what in the devil's name? Why am I seeing Jaro Briggs? After 20 fucking years. Did I lose my mind? "What are you doing here?" I asked scared, tense, humiliated and feeling every fucking feeling. "I might ask you the same." He said with a smirk. Damn him how in the world is he still managing to look that hot. He hasn't changed much except aged a bit yet looking lesser than his age. "This is my house for goddamn sake," I yelled. "I thought this was Mr Holder pipes house." "I am his wife. Which makes this house also mine!" "So you are a married woman with kids ? How riveting yet dumbfounding". He said. Is he complimenting me or commenting on me? "What did think I would be? A pole dancer?" I sighed. "More or less. Yet you have remained that beast always devouring anything that gets in its way." He accused. How dare he talk to me in this way, in my very own house. "It's been almost 20 years, Jaro don't act like you still know me!" I called out. "Is it so? Then why do I see you staring at my pants ?" He said with that damn smirk again. Why in the hell he showed out of nowhere and tormenting me? What he and I had is in past. Water under the bridge. "Don't tell me you still expect me to do all the things we did as teenagers." He said calmly. ************************ Michelle is an ordinary vet doctor, with a lovable husband, charismatic daughter and stupendous son. However, her routine life takes a turn with an abrupt encounter with her long-lost past boyfriend. Things get more hideous when they should share the neighbourhood. Even more complicated when her daughter Lana is strangely attracted to him. Does fate have its twisted way of unravelling her past with her family? However, her past isn't exactly water under the bridge. *Cover photo, not mine. Credit to the owners* *mature content*

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