Revenge: A Novella - Book 1 (The Belmont University Series)

by Sierra Rose

  “Nobody really knew where we went. My neighbor promised to call you and let you know I had to leave the country, but I guess she forgot.”

  “Yeah, I guess, because I never knew what happened to you. Your phone just rang and rang, and now I know why.”

  “I thought you were cute, and I really wanted to go with you. It took me a while to work up the courage to ask you out.”

  “But how did you not recognize me?” I said. “We even made love, and you still didn’t know who I was.”

  “You’ve changed drastically, and I really didn’t hang out with you that much in school. I’ve always thought you were beautiful though. If I had been able to go to that prom, it wouldn’t have taken this long for us to get to know each other.”

  His words touched my heart. “You’re right,” I said, “and I’m dying to know everything there is to know about you. Just don’t give up on us before we ever even properly started. The sparks are still flying, Art, and I’m not ready to send you to the friend zone just yet.”

  “I guess we’ve both made mistakes,” he said.

  “Life’s all about moving forward and not dwelling on the past.”

  “I just want to take you back in there and dance with you like the world around us doesn’t exist.”

  Our eyes locked, and I gazed deeply into his eyes.

  “I just have one question for you,” he said.

  “What?”

  “Can I get you some punch?”

  I laughed, realizing how ridiculous my speech must have been. “I’d love that.”

  He touched my face. “Life is all about second chances, Alexis, and I’m so glad to have one with you.”

  I shook my head, tears welling in my eyes. “You’re my every dream.”

  “You’re my every wish come true,” he said before his lips ever so gently pressed down on mine.

  My heart had never beat so fast. For the first time, I knew I actually had a chance with the man of my dreams, and I wasn’t about to let anyone take it away from us.

  The End

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  Meet Alexis’s sister, Morgan, in Addictive Collision: Book 2.

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  Love, Sierra

  Blurb for Addictive Collision – book 2:

  Morgan attends Belmont University and also works there, as a secretary, though she finds it somewhat difficult to juggle college, marriage, and raising two kids. Faced with a sexless marriage, she contemplates divorce, and an explosive encounter with a hot, sexy mailman at the university only helps her to realize there’s a lot more to life than her dead-end relationship. Should she fight for her marriage or try to be happy by moving on with her life? Should she spend the rest of her life in loveless wedlock just for the sake of the kids? Meet up with the gang as they tackle Morgan’s problem in the next installment of The Belmont University Series.

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  My Despicable Ex – Part 1

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  Stormy Love (Complete version of My Despicable Ex Parts 1 & 2)

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  She thinks he’s despicable. He wants her back…with a vengeance.

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  Short blurb: A woman must travel around the globe with her despicable ex in order to get her hands on her inheritance.

  Longer blurb: Ashly Roberts and Jake Connors are barely twenty when they decide to take the proverbial plunge and walk down the aisle to exchange vows in front of the dearly beloved. Basking in bridal bliss, Ashly feels she is living the perfect fairytale, until she’s faced with a runaway groom, dumped at the altar by bad-boy fiancé, Jake Connors.

  Five years later, Jake steps back into her life…

  He realizes that being a no-show for their nuptials was the worst mistake of his life. A little older and more mature, he is ready to fight for Ashly’s love once again. When Ashly sees him, she can’t deny the attraction she feels, but her hormones are overruled by the horror of what he did to her in the past. Nevertheless, Jake’s most potent weapon, those dazzling baby blues, ignites a spark in Ashly, no matter how angry she wants to be. She cannot deny the spark, and she only hopes the inferno it ignites will not consume her heart again.

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  My Despicable Ex

  (Part 1)

  By

  Sierra Rose

  Copyright 2013 by Sierra Rose

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  This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, brands, media, and incidents are either the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. The author acknowledges the trademarked status and trademark owners of various products referenced in this work of fiction, which have been used without permission. The publication/use of these trademarks is not authorized, associated with, or sponsored by the trademark owners.

  Chapter 1

  I was born and raised in New York City. Every day, I’m amazed by the breathtaking landscape and awe-inspiring skyline. The Big Apple is, truly, a city that never sleeps. Bright lights, honking taxicabs, and noise are present twenty-four/seven, but somehow, in the midst of all that hustle and bustle and crowded chaos, I found my soulmate. Gazing down at my glittering diamond engagement ring, I couldn’t stop smiling.

  Jake Connors lived in the Bronx, the son of a housekeeper who worked for a multimillionaire business tycoon. His mother’s boss used his personal connections and whipped out his checkbook to help Jake enroll at the same elite private school where I was a student. Jake was smart, but he still had T-R-O-U-B-L-E written all over him. In school, he was reprimanded numerous times and even suspended twice. If it wasn’t for his benefactor’s connections, he would have been thrown out right on his naughty butt.

  Bad boys are irresistible (as any private school girl, teacher’s pet, or preacher’s daughter will tell you), so of course it wasn’t long before Jake and I fell madly in love against my parents’ wishes, and the rest is history.

  At the ripe old age of twenty, I was about to begin my life as Mrs. Jake Connors. Butterflies fluttered in my stomach
, and excitement and nerves washed through me like a tidal wave. Matchbox Twenty’s “Overjoyed” played softly in the background, one of the songs on the playlist I’d put together just for that morning. I loved the way the beading from my wedding gown sparkled under the bright lights of the church.

  I pulled the lace material down over my shoulders and turned to gaze at Nadia, my best friend since childhood. Her long blonde hair was twisted and woven into an elegant and elaborate up-do, and her sapphire-blue silk dress and matching heels was a stunning ensemble.

  A tear rolled down her face as she adjusted my veil and diamond tiara. “There. You look perfect, just like Cinderella,” she said, wiping her eyes. “I know I promised I wouldn’t cry, but I’m so happy that your fairytale is finally coming true.”

  I gushed with emotion. “I’ve dreamt about this moment my entire life.”

  Her brown eyes gleamed. “I know. You’re gonna be Mrs. Ashly Connors!” she squealed, clapping her perfectly manicured hands together.

  I couldn’t stop grinning. “I’ve never loved anyone the way I love Jake.”

  “And you’re putting all those doubters to rest.”

  “I know. Everyone swore we’d never make it, yet here we are, about to walk down the aisle!” Tears welled up, and I started fanning my face. “This is the happiest day of my life.”

  She reached for a tissue. “Don’t cry. You’ll ruin your makeup that I spent so long trying to get just right.”

  “I-I can’t help it,” I said, sniffling and in a trembling voice. “I’ve never ever been this happy and excited.”

  “This is just the beginning,” Nadia said. “You two are going to have a fabulous life together.”

  I smiled. “We are, aren’t we?”

  “Definitely!” she said, squeezing my hands in reassurance.

  Grinning, my cousin walked in with a dozen red roses. “Looks like somebody sent the bride flowers.”

  I lit up. “They’re beautiful,” I said, taking the bouquet to read the card.

  “Well? Who sent them?” Nadia asked curiously.

  I shot her the widest grin. “Who else? They’re from Jake. The card says he’s dreamt of this day forever, and that he can’t wait for our lives to begin together as husband and wife.”

  “Aw!” Nadia said. “That’s so sweet.”

  A tear rolled down my cheek. “Is he here yet? I have to go thank him.”

  “No way, young lady!” Nadia scolded. “As your maid of honor, it is my duty to make sure he doesn’t see you before the ceremony. It’s bad luck, and we can’t have that.”

  “Then have him come to the door, and I’ll open it just a crack.”

  “He’s not here yet,” my cousin informed me.

  “What!?” My jaw dropped. “He was supposed to be here an hour ago. I just assumed he was with all the groomsmen, because the photographer said he was heading that way to get some pictures. Where do you think—”

  “I’m sure he’ll be here any minute,” my cousin said, cutting me off before I went off into a full-blown panic. “I’ll go look for him and tell him his beautiful bride is waiting.”

  I plastered on a fake smile as she turned around and left. “Hey, Nadia, can you do me a huge favor?” I asked. “Can you tell Jim I need to talk to him?”

  She lightly patted my shoulder. “Harassing the best man isn’t gonna get your groom here any quicker.”

  “I know, but…I just know Jake would never be late—not for this. Where’s my cell phone?” I asked, frantically digging through my purse. I looked back up at Nadia. “Do you think anything happened, that something came up or—”

  “Calm down, Ashly,” she said in a soft tone. “I’m sure he’s fine. He’s probably planning some kind of romantic last-minute surprise.”

  “You’re right. I need to calm down,” I said, taking deep breaths, “but I can’t. Where the heck is my phone anyway?” I asked, anxiously darting my eyes all around the room. I set the flowers down and smiled when my cell phone rang.

  Nadia picked it up from the table. “Here. It was right where you left it.”

  “I’m such a scatterbrain.”

  “Well, it’s excusable today. You’re a bride with a million things running through that pretty little head of yours.” She glanced down with a huge smile. “Put all your worries to rest. It’s Jake.”

  “Oh, thank goodness.” I breathed a sigh of relief as I reached for the phone. “Jake!” I squealed in excitement. “I got the flowers! They’re just gorgeous.”

  When he didn’t say anything, I felt a sinking feeling in the pit of my stomach.

  “Why aren’t you here yet? And where the heck are you? The ceremony starts in less than thirty minutes.”

  “Ashly, uh…there’s something I need to tell you,” as he awkwardly said the words no woman would want to hear on her wedding day.

  I clenched my hands into tight fists; something in his voice made me really nervous. “Jake, what’s wrong?”

  “I’m so sorry, but…look, I-I just can’t do this.”

  Confusion and shock overwhelmed me. Through the fog in my mind, it took me a minute to realize what he was actually saying. “What do you mean?”

  “I can’t make it,” he said in a grim tone.

  I tried to process his words, but everything had begun to spin around me, as if I was caught in some nightmarish hurricane. “What do you mean you can’t make it? And why are you so nonchalant? This isn’t just some Superbowl get-together with your buddies, Jake! It’s our wedding!”

  Silence was his only response.

  “Babe, are you just getting cold feet or what?” I asked in a panicked voice. “Tell me you aren’t seriously considering backing out and leaving me at the alt—”

  “Ashly, I’m not ready to get married. I’ve been thinking about it hard. I’m only twenty years old, and I’m not sure if I’m ready for all of this—for any of it, really.”

  Shock flooded over me, and every square inch of me, inside and out, seemed to crumble, as if I’d been hit by a Mack truck. “So you tell me thirty minutes before you’re supposed to walk down the aisle? What am I supposed to tell everyone?”

  “I’m sorry.”

  “I love you, Jake. I love you so much. Please don’t do this.”

  He didn’t even bother returning those three precious words.

  My hand trembled as I held the phone. “We need to talk face to face. I at least deserve that, don’t you think?”

  “I’ve gotta go,” he whispered.

  “Baby, please don’t! Jake!” I begged.

  Click.

  My heart lurched. I frantically called him back, but it just rang and rang. “C’mon, Jakey. Please pick up!” I shouted. A second later, my panic had turned to anger. “Pick up the damn phone.” With shaky fingers, I texted him: “U have 2 talk 2 me!”

  “It’s over. I’m sorry. I think it’s best if U never call this # again.”

  As I gazed down at the heartless, dismissive text, I screamed. The thought of never talking to him again, of never seeing him again, of him not sliding that ring on my finger tore me in two.

  “What’s wrong?” Nadia asked.

  Overcome with a rollercoaster of emotions, I threw my cell phone, shattering it against the wall. “He’s backing out. Jake’s not coming.”

  “What?” she questioned in complete disbelief. “Where is he?”

  My breath hitched in my throat.

  “Ashly?”

  “I-I don’t know.” My heart was beating a million times a minute. “He’s not coming,” I repeated, my voice barely able to tremble out the words.

  She gripped my shaking hands. “What do you mean?”

  “He’s pulling the plug on our wonderful life,” I barely choked out, “and he just told me to never contact him again.”

  “That’s crazy,” she retorted. “Why?”

  “He says he can’t…that he’s not ready,” I gasped between sobs. “I feel like I’ve just been hit by a semi, an
d I didn’t even see it coming!”

  “He’s despicable!” Nadia shouted, pulling me into a close embrace.

  Emotion flooded through me, more like a monsoon this time, and I let out a sob so loud I was sure the entire church had heard it. I’d never felt pain and grief rip through me like that. How could he dump me at the altar? He couldn’t have told me this last night, before all the guests came, before I got all dressed up like some stupid fairytale princess in this ridiculous dress? Who needs all these beads and lace anyway?

  I shouted. I cursed. I cried. He was everything I wanted and more, and now I’d never have him.

  No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no! Brides are supposed to run away, not grooms! Didn’t he ever see that Julia Roberts movie?

  I couldn’t breathe.

  I fell into a pit of despair as my world crashed down around me. I couldn’t help wondering what the heck had happened. We’d seen each other the night before, and everything had seemed fine, perfect as always. As usual, we couldn’t stop staring into each other’s eyes. When we talked about the wedding, he’d seemed more excited than me. As a matter of fact, it was all he talked about, and he said more than once that he couldn’t wait to see me in my wedding dress. I thought we shared such a deep connection, that we’d forever be madly in love. Why would he just throw it all away? For what? Why? And why won’t he even talk to me about it?

  “Nadia,” I said, sniffling.