Chapters (42)
- Dedication
- Prologue
- Chapter One
- Chapter Two
- Chapter Three
- Chapter Four
- Chapter Five
- Chapter Six
- Chapter Seven
- Chapter Eight
- Chapter Nine
- Chapter Ten
- Chapter Eleven
- Chapter Twelve
- Chapter Thirteen
- Chapter Fourteen
- Chapter Fifteen
- Chapter Sixteen
- Chapter Seventeen
- Chapter Eighteen
- Chapter Nineteen
- Chapter Twenty
- Chapter Twenty-One
- Chapter Twenty-Two
- Chapter Twenty-Three
- Chapter Twenty-Four
- Chapter Twenty-Five
- Chapter Twenty-Six
- Chapter Twenty-Seven
- Chapter Twenty-Eight
- Chapter Twenty-Nine
- Chapter Thirty
- Chapter Thirty-One
- Chapter 32
- Chapter Thirty-Two
- Chapter Thirty-Three
- Epilogue One
- Epilogue Two
- This Is Forever
- Tempt The Hookup
- Books By Natasha Madison
- Acknowledgments
We sit at the table with the kids to eat and then get excited when the guy with the blow-up castles arrives. The rest of the afternoon flies by, and the number of people arriving is just overwhelming, I don’t remember half the names.
I do know that I am always with a mimosa in my hand, and when the car finally gets here to drive us home, I beg to sit in the back seat. I get in and lie down, my head still spinning or maybe it never stopped. Zoe gets in with Viktor following her, and I have to say if the guy was available, I would give him a ride. But one look and you know he’s not even there.
I close my eyes, and before you know it, we are in front of my building. I hear Zoe call my name, and I get up, grabbing my bags with me. “It was lots of fun,” I tell them, then look at Zoe. “Give me a call this week, and we’ll grab lunch.”
She nods at me and kisses my cheek, and I walk into the lobby, nodding at the security guy who is here on the weekends. He looks cute. Maybe I should … and I’m saved by the ding of the elevator.
The cool air hits me right away, and I bring the bags with me to my closet and dump them there. Then I walk to the bathroom and fill up the tub. All I need is a good soak and a full night’s rest with a detox in the morning. I slip my bikini bottom off and then the top and see that I’ve gotten a little bit of a tan. My face is a little red, and when I slip into the bath, I lean back and just clear my head.
I stay in the tub until the hot water turns a lukewarm. Getting out, I then slip into bed naked only to wake the next day at noon. I sit on the couch while I go through my emails and then see that I can make the two o’clock Pilates class. I grab my white shorts and slip them on with a black bra and a leopard print silk button-down shirt that I leave open at the top and tuck in the front.
I grab my open-toe black heels and my Chanel purse and make my way to the studio. I do the class, and then afterward, I get one-on-one instruction from a trainer who helps work all my muscles. I end it with a sixty-minute yoga class.