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THIS LIFE (future chapter)
âNate! We have to talk about this⌠this is our marriage on the line.â Riley pleaded, reaching for her husbands arm. Pushing her away, he slumped against the kitchen island before eventually facing Riley.
âAbout what, Riley? How youâve been writing a journal about fucking your ex, how much you miss him⌠what marriage?â
âNo.. you donât understand! I have always wrote a journal since having Preston. You know thatâŚ. And⌠and⌠do you want to know the truth?â The silence caused Riley to realise that no matter what she explained or said, Nate wouldnât believe her. âThe only reason that I bumped into Drake was because heâs⌠heâs in a relationship with Olivia.â Only a white lie, Riley convinced herself.
âOf course youâd say thatâŚâ Letting out a sarcastic laugh, he shook his head . âSo let me get this straightâŚ. Your best friend forever and your ex are together? Are a couple?â
âYES! Olivia and Drake are together⌠they coincidently met in Paris when she had that conferenceâŚâ
âSure.â
âWell if you donât believe me, why donât we invite Drake to Lindseyâs and Liamâs bbq? That will prove that the journal is just shit, that they are both an item.â
What have I just suggested?
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The Unexpected Roommate (previously on hiatus after my long hiatus)
âItâs âoh so quietâ... awww sheâs made us a cake with a message on it, Drake.â
Au reviour, Dickheads...Ri xo
âSheâs a fucking scruff! Have you seen all of the burnt cupcakes? The washing up pile? Food everywhere! Sheâs fucked off and not cleaned up after herself!â
âDrake, calm down. Youâre going to give yourself a heart attack. How the two of you lived together and not killed each other is beyond me. Letâs tuck in.â Drake shook his head as he watched Leo dive in like a starved caveman. Staring vacantly at the scene surrounding them, he had no idea where to begin to clean up after Riley.
âThis is disgusting! It tastes weird... just try a bit, buddy. I think my taste buds are playing tricks with me.â Taking one glance at the cake, Drake rolled his eyes back after inhaling the aroma of âthe sponge cakeâ.
âIt tastes weird because itâs not what youâd usually top a cake or dessert with. How stupid could you be eating something before smelling it?â
âIt looked soooo scrumptious. When youâve been drinking, youâre starving. What is it then Mr Clever clogs?â Leo sarcastically asked.
âYou use it with a razor!â Drake confirmed to an unconvinced Leo whoâs mind couldnât work out the âriddleâ.
The majority of characters belong to Pixelberry from The Royal Romance/Heir. This is an A/U - with only parts being linked to canon.
Series warnings â ď¸: Adult language, sexual, mention of adultery, loss of a baby, sexual abuse, mention of alcoholism, mention of death.
Based on the Netflix series- Sex/life. A few parts of dialogue are from the tv series.
Please do not read unless you are over 18!!!đ
Tags: Only including people who have asked to be tagged previously @ao719 @kingliam2019 @txemrn
Previously: Part one
This part is split into two- due to heavy dialogue. Sorry! đ¤Śđťââď¸ Iâll delay posting the second part.
Please ignore any spelling errors etc that there could be đâ¤ď¸
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School psychologists aren't supposed to write books or diaries about sex. Doing so would be considered 'unethical' and 'a fireable offense'. Lucky for you, ethics was never my strong suit.
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A simple gesture such as a hug provides powerful emotion. When words cannot be expressed, a cuddle can speak a thousand words. It will cost nothing, but is a simple act of caring as well as kindness.
The raindrop that lands on my shoulder with perfection awoke me from my âcomaâ. From my time at Columbia - there had been many debates formed during lectures. One that really interested me and stuck in my mind was; âBut does rainfall influence the prevalence of certain types of crime?â. The research showed that the heavier the rainfall, the lower the recorded crime. This theory is commonly referred to as PC Rain. In my current situation, prior to the indecisive weather - I committed a crime, as to say. Temptation. Falling into his arms- allowed him to provide consolation. The unexpected rainfall, prevented myself from doing any further crimes such as adultery. Timing is everything- I needed to remove myself from this situation. Now.
âSorry, I - er⌠I need to go home.â Kissing the headstone, Riley didnât want to cut and run. Walking away, she began a draft text to Lindsey.
Change of plan due to weather. Postpone it- ttyl. Love ya xo
âRi- do you want a lift? The cars parked over there, if youâd like. If not, nighty nightâŚâ
Pausing, this repeated phrase was also used the night that they met. Slowly turning around, she laughed as she shook her head in disbelief. He knew exactly what he was doing, as he wore his infamous charming smirk.
âUnlike that first night, Drake- I am going to decline your offer. I have grown up, Iâm not that girl anymore. Iâm a wife. A mom. I now live in leggings and sneakers with a messy bun. Itâs very rare that I even where a bra or make upâŚ.Whereas you seem to be the little boy still wearing the same jacket and bootsâŚ. The only things that you own remember?â
âYou still look like the Riley from all of those years ago- just minus that pink jacket that was glued to ya. Youâre still as beau- you canât leave anyway. Lindsey is on her way.â Raising an eyebrow, he had hoped that this would convince her to change her mind.
âIâll deal with Lindsey- I am going, now. Bye, Drake.â
You forget in that momentâŚ
It feels so normal, so right.
At times it is also so easy to forget that you are now in factâŚ. Strangers!
I can still feel it- the release of leaving the city. All that heartbreak.
Nate Cooper was my whole life, even if he never knew it. I met him three months to the day after myself and Drake officially broke up. And from that very moment he felt just like home. Now, Iâm just so very confused.
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Riley headed out of the club- alone. The vision that was now implanted in her mind of Olivia sucking a strangers dick, would usually scar most people. Not, Riley. She was used to casually walking in on her friend in such positions.
For someone who wasnât from the city, they may feel intimidated walking through the dark eerie streets alone. Riley never felt this until now.
âHey- do you like bad boys?â
âSure do, let me know if you find one.â Her sarcasm towards the man who was struggling with homelessness didnât prevent him for coming back for more. Grabbing her wrist, the aroma of his breath made Riley feel nauseous.
âHey! Just piss off dude! Leave me alone.â As his grip became tighter- Riley had a spurt of energy to escape.
âHey!â Riley turned around hearing the commotion behind her.
âWoah man.â
âLeave her alone. Here go and get something to eatâŚ. Go!â
âThis is bullshit man.â The man muttered as he scurried off with a five dollar note.
âAre you, Riley? Your friend said that you may need a ride?â
âAre you with the band?â
âYeah something like that⌠the cars parked over there if youâd like⌠if not⌠nighty night.â
âWait. You have a car- in the city? Okay- no one drives in the city. How do you find a parking place? Or justify the ridiculous cost? The effect is has on the environment? I mean, not to mentionâŚâ Hearing the beep, the expensive car that was in front of them- answered Rileyâs previous questions towards the matter.
âYou want a ride or what?â As he opened the door, Riley felt inclined to accept the offer.
âOkay, so you arenât with the band or a roadieâŚ.â
âNot exactly, no. I own a record label. Weâre trying to sign them.â
âYou own a record company?â
âYup. And this car, a place around the corner, this jacket, these boots⌠thatâs pretty much it.â
âYou think that they are good? Kodie? This is why youâre sucking up to the lead singer like this by doing his betty a solid.â
âWho? Olivia?â Drake laughed sarcastically. âLiv⌠sheâs a hard lady to say ânoâ to. The stiletto threat scares the shit out of anyone.â Riley knew exactly what he was referring to.
âBut still, youâre driving her friend home- which means that that dudes got leverageâŚâ
âYeah for now. But he shouldnât get used to it- and neither should you because chauffeur is not my MOâŚâ
âTotally understood⌠But, you know- Olivia⌠sheâs not too bad, sheâs the bestâŚwe were roommates together in grad school at Columbia.â
âFor what?â
âPsychology.â
âOh, shit.â Laughing in a nervous manner, he believed she was initially winding him up. âI better shut up now.. you know before you start lecturing me about my mean Mom. And how much better adjusted Iâd be if she only held me more.â
Riley shrugged her shoulders, patiently waiting for a response.
âOh fuck⌠is that what you think?â
âI think you like nice shit because either you grew up with it or you didnât ⌠And you own a record label⌠So Iâm going to guess that you had a leg up on that, maybe⌠But, you found your way to the Big AppleâŚYou didnât stay behind to take care of the family ranch⌠Texas, I assume with that accent? So, this is a classic âfuck youâ to either Mom or Dad, but Iâm guessing with that hair and jewellery- that you didnât have trouble with your feminine side. So Daddy dearest it is then⌠How am I doing?â
Drake remained silent. For a newcomer her psychoanalysis towards Drake was quite accurate. Unknowingly to Riley, Drakeâs father tragically passed away whilst on duty. The grief that his mom suffered turned her to alcoholism, which later led to neglect for her childrenâs care. His childhood was something that he didnât open up about and he most certainly wasnât going to do it with Riley. Not yet, anyway.
âUh, you want to get a drink?â
âSure. You have some place in mind?â
âYeah. Mine.â
And that was the beginning of âD and Râ as Olivia described us. As a child you are taught to not âjumpâ in cars with strangers. But for some reason, this felt normal. Right. Besides any friend of Oliviaâs is mine.
Living in a penthouse is the epitome of a life surrounded by luxury. From rooftop private pools to designer and exclusive interior. This type of residential space contain amenities most ânormalâ people can only dream of. Of course, this all comes with a high price tag.
âJust the jacket and the boots, huh?
âRemember, I like nice shit? You said it yourself, Miss- Dr Riley Brooks.â Twirling around accustoming her new setting, she realised that she was in the wrong career.
âAnd you haveâŚermâŚa stage in your living roomâŚâ
âI own a record label.. sometimes I like my guys to play here. Builds their confidence up prior to gigs.â
âThis town is insane⌠You know what. I used to dream about living in New York City - I never thought that I actually would but now that Iâm here⌠I donât know⌠I never want to leave.â
âThereâs a lot of shrinky dinks here. Quite a handful of people who unfortunately suffer from mental health too- so youâve got your work cut outâŚâ
âI donât know. I mean, I like helping people- butâŚ. At times⌠Iâm not sure that I actually do.â
âI think you do. In fact Iâm pretty sure you do it every goddamn dayâŚâ
Drake ambled towards her, reaching for her alluring wavy hair- he slid the stray piece behind her ear attentively.
âI want to show you somethingâŚâ This gentle whisper in her ear, left her intrigued.
Most people travel to New York for the scenery, the best views are from the top of the cityâs famous viewpoints- such as the Empire State Building.
âYou said you loved New York- I thought youâd like to see her like this.â
The image in-front of me, was picturesque. Absolutely breathtaking. Iâm in awe of how lucky he is. Hard work really does pay off. Then thereâs myself and Liv who- letâs say- live in a shithole.
âI mean- this⌠this is⌠this is not how I thought my night was gonna end..â Drake smiled as he witnessed Riley act like a child in a candy store.
âWell, the nights not over yetâŚâ
As what felt like slow motion, Drake wrapped his strong arms tightly around Rileyâs toned small frame. Holding her close to him, her breasts pressed against his chest. Neither expressed any communication - they just stayed there in that moment. After a short while, Drake pressed his lips against hers. The kiss was eventually full of fire, Riley couldnât fight it. This was now the green light for her to accept that he was correct- this night was most definitely not over.
Our tongues began to twirl in sync, almost as if they were performing a ballet scene. That didnât last long, as it became more frantic. As if our lives depended on this. Itâs crazy - I started to believe that this could be my life. I prayed that it never be anything but this.
Drake began to caress her cheek, whilst planting soft kisses on her neck. His hand then discovered the zip to her little black dress. Lowering it slightly, Riley bit her lip whilst wearing a seductive expression. Removing his calloused fingers- she stepped backwards before continuing what he had started. Before he knew it, she was stood in-front of him au natural. Following suit, Drake knew that he had Olivia to thank for all of this.
Lunging at other, their bodies collided - bare skin with the thin layer of sweat rubbing against each other.
âHey. I got you. Trust meâŚâ The husky voice spoke in her ear, as his hand ran up her thigh. Somewhat parting her legs, enabled Drake to hit the spot. As he reached further up, he immediately felt the dampness surrounding her.
âI want to trust you.â As she responded with this, she led Drake to the pool that was lit with dimmed lights- it was too inviting to not go in.
Itâs the most amazing feeling. Water makes your sexual mind turn more wild. Creating a huge sense of passion. I shouldnât be so trusting. I trusted him- completely with everything inside of me. No pun intended. And eventually he trust me as well. The intensity of our conversations were intoxicating. I got off on the fact that I was the only person on this planet who could possibly break that hard shell of his.
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I began to have plenty of visions again of who I could be. Who we could be- together. The truth is- I miss it. The intoxicating, thrilling and intimate sex. Deep down, I also miss him.
SO⌠DAMN⌠MUCH!
Nate slammed the laptop down with a force, smashing it into pieces. Riley slumped against the glass door which trembled - guilt racing through her veins, caused her blood pressure to rise rapidly.
âNateâŚâ
Grabbing her jaw, Riley felt the indentation of his nails break her skin. Tensing up, she had never once been scared of, Nate. But the anger in his eyes, made her body tremble. Shake. Attempting to remain stood dormant- she dare not move or speak.
âWho the fuck are you? Who the fuck do you miss?â Before Riley could lie he unexpectedly kissed his wife full of passion as he ripped her nightgown.
âIs this what you want- huh? Sex.â
Not knowing which would be the correct answer, Riley failed to respond.
Carrying her over to the island he forcefully turned her on to her facedown - causing her head to collide with a china plate and for glass to shatter like a rainfall. Thrusting powerfully hard- he soon felt a slight dampness on his fist that was parallel to his wifeâs face. Due to his rage, he didnât show any empathy towards her whimpering.
âIs this what you wanted huh, Riley! Rough sexâŚâ
âNoâŚâ Sadomasochism was something that Nate hadnât shown an interest in. However, after reading her diary he thought that maybe a slight infliction of pain such as pulling her hair could live up to her fantasies.
âYouâre mine, Riley. All mine.â
âAND DONâT YOU EVER EVER FORGET THAT!â
Feeling him pull away, a lump formed in her throat as he stormed out of the room.
Hearing Preston stir, she quickly had a glance in the kitchen mirror. Feeling the tenderness forming on her cheek, Nate creeped behind her expressing no remorse for his âhulk likeâ actions. Straightening his tie- there was no usual attentive goodbye gesture.
âI have to go to work! Donât wait up for me!â
@ao719 you seriously need to watch it- that part that made you laugh was something similar to what the MC, Billie says đ¤Śđťââď¸đ
Nate cheating? No never⌠heâs such a good guy đ¤ˇââď¸đ¤ˇââď¸đ¤ˇââď¸
More will be discussed on their baby that they lost đ
Thank you reblogging â¤ď¸â¤ď¸â¤ď¸
This life
PART ONE
The majority of characters belong to Pixelberry from The Royal Romance/Heir. This is an A/U - with only parts being linked to canon.
Series warnings â ď¸: Adult language, sexual, adultery, loss of a baby.
Based on the Netflix series- Sex/life. A few parts of dialogue are from the tv series.
Please do not read unless you are over 18 đ
Tags: Because Iâve been gone MIA in like forever I donât know whoâs here anymore đ⌠so only tagging people who have asked previously.
@ao719 @kingliam2019 @txemrn
Previously: Introduction
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School psychologists aren't supposed to write books or diaries about sex. Doing so would be considered 'unethical' and 'a fireable offense'. Lucky for you, ethics was never my strong suit.
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âItâs good to see you, Brooks.â
âItâs Cooper-â Due to the shock, this was the only thing that Riley could mutter. Finally making eye contact, he gave her the refined look of innocence. âMy surname is now, Cooper.â
They say that New York City is one of the worlds best places to take a run. Running was never my forte- I impersonated Phoebe in that one episode of Friends. The emotional pain that I felt in this moment, Iâm not sure how many miles my body could suffer before shutting downâŚ
âRiley! Wait!â
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Olivia Nevrakis was never one to leave the house without looking presentable. Her attire generally consisted of stilettoâs which matched anything that contained sequins. She always used to say that she wore these type of shoes for self defence. In the frantic attempt to catch up with Riley, this one time she accepted that sneakers would have to do.
âWhereâs, Riley?â Liam questioned as he scrutinised the unusual appearance from their friend.
âIâm glad Iâve found you- I donât know. I assumed that she came back here, to you both?â
âWhat do you mean, Olivia?â There was no need for an explanation- the figure that ambled towards them confirmed the reason behind Rileyâs disappearance.
âWhat the fuck is he doing here?â
âItâs a free country, LinzâŚ. Liam, looking good bro!â
âListen to what Iâm about to say, Drake.. I am not your âbroââŚâ Exaggerating the word âbroâ, Drake took a big gulp as Liam squared up towards him. âIf anything happens to Riley- I will kill you this time!â
âYou havenât got it in you, Li-â The tension between the two old friends, could have exploded due to the overload of built up anger that had been formed over the years. Olivia âsacrificedâ herself, separating them both- as they continued providing death stares. Neither wanted to throw the first fist or insult any further- in that moment there was the realisation that they both wanted the same thing. For Riley to be found- safe. Drake stepped back, and to everybodyâs surprise expressed a slight bit of remorse.
âI fucked up, Li. I know that. I regret it each and every day. At least she has Preston to look after her, heâs a lucky guy.â
âPreston is an intelligent and caringâŚ.â This slight description stabbed Drake in the heart- if given an opportunity Lindsey would continue to dig the âknifeâ as revenge for the pain that he had caused her sister. âPreston⌠heâs⌠The most an amazing three year old.â
âExcuse me?â
âPreston is my nephew- Rileyâs son.â Awareness had finally hit, Drake- he had his wires crossed. Wishing that he hadnât mentioned Preston, the confirmation of his identity now pulled on his heartstrings. Concealing his true feelings, he nodded to the trio- before leaving without another word.
âLindsey, Liam- myself and Drake⌠itâs not what you are both assuming. I would never do that to, Ri. I can explain. It was just bad timing.â Olivia pleaded her innocence- she now knew that the jetlag would have to be put on hold whilst she explained the unexpected return of Drake Walker.
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January 3rd
Letâs try this again. Drama. Life is always full of it in my case. The life of Riley Brooks. It probably would make more entertainment than the Kardashianâs.
Alcohol acts in crazy ways. It affects people differently. It can make you feel invisible- or at least it did for me tonight. I still canât remember how I had the energy or knowledge on how to get home safely. Walking up the drive, I noticed my snobby and nosey neighbours- Hannah and Neville peering out the window. My brain was informing me to provide them with the middle finger gesture. Instead I gave a friendly neighbour wave along with the biggest fake smile that I could provide. The curtain soon shut as the pair probably scurried away like the rats that they are. What dickheads. If I know Hannah well, I can predict that she will visit tomorrow with a basket full of freshly baked muffins waiting for the tea to be spilled. The women here believe that they are the real life âDesperate Housewivesâ. Riverside may appear to be a seemingly perfect neighbourhood but like Wisteria Lane - here it more than likely also hides; many secrets, crimes, forbidden romances and domestic struggles.
Betrayal. It can occur in different ways. But you never expect it to happen with people whom you loved. The same two people who you trusted with all your heart once upon a time.
My husband is as gorgeous inside as out. Iâve never once caught him looking at another woman. To be honest, Iâve never caught him in a lie- or had proof to prove any potential deceit. So whatâs the problem?
âHoney, where are you?â
âIâm upstairs, Nate.â
âRi, things have been super crazy at work. You have no idea.â
âReally?â
âYeah. Weâre talking post-merger madness. Everyone is just angling for a position. They are all trying to show off for the new boss, you know.â Katrina- fantastic, little miss perfect Katrina. You can say her name, Nate. âSheâs great, she wants to do all the things that I want to do- but on a much larger scale.â
âWow.â Attempting to show a slight bit of interest, Riley didnât realise how sarcastic that she may have sounded.
âYeah, people are swarming- but she sees me. She loves me.â Nate noticed that Riley was in a daze, as she didnât respond to him immediately. Laying next to her, he planted an attentive kiss on her forehead. âWhatâs up?â
âNothing. I just miss you.â
âExcuse me. Itâs her.â Acting dumb, Riley knew exactly who was on the other line. Itâs a bit late for a work business call. âItâs her, my bossâŚ. I wonât be long, RiâŚâKatrina, hey! How are you?ââ Laughing during his conversation, Riley couldnât remember the last time he had laughed like that towards her.
The problem for Katrina, Nate Cooper is married to me. Before I met him, I had been contorted into a high percentage of the positions in the Kama sutra. Shouldnât we all? There was rich guys, poor guys, tattooed guys, the one night stand guys. Any kind of man. Do I sound like a whore?
âWeâll sit down tomorrow just you and I, to discuss it Kat. See you then, bye.â Kat? Pet names now. The old boss was known as Mr Wilson- not by first name terms.
âTold ya, Ri. She loves me.â
âWho doesnât?â Riley replied again in a sarcastic type of way.
I bet people often wonder why I married some man who was so straight-laced as to say. Honestly, itâs because of all the past encounters- especially, Walker. My nerves were so shot by the time that I had met Nate. As Iâve said previously I was vulnerable. My heart was riding on fumes- the stability that he offered was a soothing balm. At the time, I wanted us to live for a hundred years and die at the exact same moment to avoid any pain. I hoped that our souls would find each other on the other side- if that truly exists. We could fall in love all over againâŚ.I just also want to fuck Nateâs brains out, mainly as a distraction from the impromptu night that I have just had. Is that too much to ask?
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January 4th
Last night or rather this morning was a complete disaster⌠When you have the urge to fuck your partner- you need to do it there and then, right? Why is it so hard to both be in the mood at the same time once you are married with kids? The way things are at the moment, I feel Iâm like a reborn virgin.
âIâm sorry, I forgot to ask. Ioana mentioned that Liam and Lindsey came over. You should have gone out.â
That supportive look that he provided, was the complete opposite of what he would have really expressed. If he knew the truth, the calmness of his voice would be a different matter. Is he a controlling husband? Maybe. Protective- yes. What he doesnât understand, is that I need to let my hair down once in a blue moon.
âI wasnât up to it.â
To prevent my lie from being exposed I turned my phone into âDo not disturbâ mode.
âBesides, youâre back nowâŚ.â
I reach down, making the first move. Faking orgasms- does anyone else do this?
âItâs so good.â
âSorry, Ri- I canâtâŚ. Iâm too tired.â
Drake would never do that. He would see to all my needs. Why am I comparing them?
âPass me the vibrator.â
Itâs been nearly two years since Nate went down on me for example. I grew an entire human being in my body in half of that time.
âFor fuck sake!â
I feel like screaming, due to the frustration of not only Nate âdyingâ on me but now B.O.B does it too.
âFuck it.â
After a slight yawn followed by a stretch, Nate snuggled into Riley-completely oblivious to his wifeâs dissatisfaction. âNight baby.â
It wasnât always like this. As much as children are a blessing- is this the reason that explains the loss of Nateâs libido or is it truly down to his work load? The passion we had has now declined, faded into something that is now virtually non existent. This must be the definition of growing up; getting married and living the family routine with a waning passion. Now Iâm starving. Internally screaming at him from inside my mind trying to make us feel - something. Love is a drug, thatâs what they say- right? Adrenaline. I can get that feeling again, every time I close my eyes - going back to any one of those nights in the past- I feel it. Itâs not some allusive high that Iâm chasing- it is - or was, real. That was the other Riley Brooks- the true, me. A wild-child. How can a girl fuck up with every relationship? I donât know how I manage to do it? Maybe I should have worked on my brief relationship with Liam- my now brother in law. But, thatâs a different story which included a poor teenage waitress in a dive bar and Lady Liberty.
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January 5th
For this entry, I cannot allow for it to be discovered by Nate.
Deceit- the act or practice of deceiving; concealment or distortion of the truth for the purpose of misleading; duplicity; fraud; cheating. For me, today is just not informing my husband about the full truth. Itâs in my past and something that I donât like to ponder about. Iâm still living through this nightmare behind closed doors. If he was ever to ask the reasoning behind this date- I have Lindsey as âmy excuseâ. We have previously had a discussion - to get our stories straight if Nate was ever to discover the true events about this day. The fifth of January always creeps up, then itâs gone in an instant- until it reappears each year.
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Slowly walking up the path, there was the sense of tranquility. Silent neighbours. The slight wind enabled the tree branches to sway in sync.
âHey, Linzâ
âAbout fucking time, Riley! Iâve been worried sick about you! Are you okay? Iâve tried ringing you-â
âIâve had no missed-â Riley soon remembered that she hadnât deactivated the âDo Not Disurbâ mode on her phone.
âIâm fine- I just⌠every year, we always meet here at the same time. Where are you? Why have you put flowers down without me?â
âThatâs what Iâm trying to explain, Iâm stuck in traffic. Iâve rang you a few times mainly about the delay but also to discuss about you leaving the other night without telling us.â
âLinz, if you didnât put these flowers here- who did?â
âRiley-â
âLinz, Iâll ring you back.â Sensing company, Riley focused on the shadow hovering over her.
âThereâs a bunch of New Yorkâs finest flowers from, Olivia. She wasnât sure if you wanted to see her or not as you havenât returned any of her calls. So I offered to bring themâŚ. Itâs been too long since Iâve been here, myself.â
The callused hand gently removed the crinkly yet rusty coloured leaves that floated effortlessly in-front of them.
âThe teddy is a gift from me. I hope that you donât mind?â
Reaching out to the bear, Riley pulled it close to her chest- holding it tightly, it felt to her as if the world had just crashed. Again. The defence mechanisms that she would usually excel in, were now paper thin. Before she could have reacted, his hands gently drew her closer towards him as he knelt down to her level.
âPleaseâŚ. Donât touch me. Iâm fine.â
The heat from this touch rapidly creeps into my consciousness - needing to pull away, I couldnât. Itâs like a magnet, drawing us closer- unable to separate this unexpected bond. Pulling his head back, he ran his hand through my hair before gently wiping away the tears that were now everlasting.
âYou clearly arenât fine, which is understandable. If you want me to go, I will.â
As I sink further into his torso attempting to hide my emotions, I inhale his aftershave- which has now sent me into a coma. My heart and brain have different scenarios imaged in my mind. What am I doing?
âYou have a right to be here as much anyone- Drake.â
Ahh youâre very welcome đđ⌠to be honest Iâm slightly fed up of doing the whole love triangle thing now- hence why half my series are on hiatus đŹđ¤Śđťââď¸
She just wants her past life back - maybe Nate will learn about it and give her some of it back?
I know the dialogue is very similar to the show- as is the next part. But as you will know from watching it- Iâm not doing things in the same order. For example Billie and Brads loss of their baby was mentioned towards the end.
Thank you for your support and reblogging â¤ď¸â¤ď¸â¤ď¸
This life
PART ONE
The majority of characters belong to Pixelberry from The Royal Romance/Heir. This is an A/U - with only parts being linked to canon.
Series warnings â ď¸: Adult language, sexual, adultery, loss of a baby.
Based on the Netflix series- Sex/life. A few parts of dialogue are from the tv series.
Please do not read unless you are over 18 đ
Tags: Because Iâve been gone MIA in like forever I donât know whoâs here anymore đ⌠so only tagging people who have asked previously.
@ao719 @kingliam2019 @txemrn
Previously: Introduction
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School psychologists aren't supposed to write books or diaries about sex. Doing so would be considered 'unethical' and 'a fireable offense'. Lucky for you, ethics was never my strong suit.
****
âItâs good to see you, Brooks.â
âItâs Cooper-â Due to the shock, this was the only thing that Riley could mutter. Finally making eye contact, he gave her the refined look of innocence. âMy surname is now, Cooper.â
They say that New York City is one of the worlds best places to take a run. Running was never my forte- I impersonated Phoebe in that one episode of Friends. The emotional pain that I felt in this moment, Iâm not sure how many miles my body could suffer before shutting downâŚ
âRiley! Wait!â
****
Olivia Nevrakis was never one to leave the house without looking presentable. Her attire generally consisted of stilettoâs which matched anything that contained sequins. She always used to say that she wore these type of shoes for self defence. In the frantic attempt to catch up with Riley, this one time she accepted that sneakers would have to do.
âWhereâs, Riley?â Liam questioned as he scrutinised the unusual appearance from their friend.
âIâm glad Iâve found you- I donât know. I assumed that she came back here, to you both?â
âWhat do you mean, Olivia?â There was no need for an explanation- the figure that ambled towards them confirmed the reason behind Rileyâs disappearance.
âWhat the fuck is he doing here?â
âItâs a free country, LinzâŚ. Liam, looking good bro!â
âListen to what Iâm about to say, Drake.. I am not your âbroââŚâ Exaggerating the word âbroâ, Drake took a big gulp as Liam squared up towards him. âIf anything happens to Riley- I will kill you this time!â
âYou havenât got it in you, Li-â The tension between the two old friends, could have exploded due to the overload of built up anger that had been formed over the years. Olivia âsacrificedâ herself, separating them both- as they continued providing death stares. Neither wanted to throw the first fist or insult any further- in that moment there was the realisation that they both wanted the same thing. For Riley to be found- safe. Drake stepped back, and to everybodyâs surprise expressed a slight bit of remorse.
âI fucked up, Li. I know that. I regret it each and every day. At least she has Preston to look after her, heâs a lucky guy.â
âPreston is an intelligent and caringâŚ.â This slight description stabbed Drake in the heart- if given an opportunity Lindsey would continue to dig the âknifeâ as revenge for the pain that he had caused her sister. âPreston⌠heâs⌠The most an amazing three year old.â
âExcuse me?â
âPreston is my nephew- Rileyâs son.â Awareness had finally hit, Drake- he had his wires crossed. Wishing that he hadnât mentioned Preston, the confirmation of his identity now pulled on his heartstrings. Concealing his true feelings, he nodded to the trio- before leaving without another word.
âLindsey, Liam- myself and Drake⌠itâs not what you are both assuming. I would never do that to, Ri. I can explain. It was just bad timing.â Olivia pleaded her innocence- she now knew that the jetlag would have to be put on hold whilst she explained the unexpected return of Drake Walker.
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January 3rd
Letâs try this again. Drama. Life is always full of it in my case. The life of Riley Brooks. It probably would make more entertainment than the Kardashianâs.
Alcohol acts in crazy ways. It affects people differently. It can make you feel invisible- or at least it did for me tonight. I still canât remember how I had the energy or knowledge on how to get home safely. Walking up the drive, I noticed my snobby and nosey neighbours- Hannah and Neville peering out the window. My brain was informing me to provide them with the middle finger gesture. Instead I gave a friendly neighbour wave along with the biggest fake smile that I could provide. The curtain soon shut as the pair probably scurried away like the rats that they are. What dickheads. If I know Hannah well, I can predict that she will visit tomorrow with a basket full of freshly baked muffins waiting for the tea to be spilled. The women here believe that they are the real life âDesperate Housewivesâ. Riverside may appear to be a seemingly perfect neighbourhood but like Wisteria Lane - here it more than likely also hides; many secrets, crimes, forbidden romances and domestic struggles.
Betrayal. It can occur in different ways. But you never expect it to happen with people whom you loved. The same two people who you trusted with all your heart once upon a time.
My husband is as gorgeous inside as out. Iâve never once caught him looking at another woman. To be honest, Iâve never caught him in a lie- or had proof to prove any potential deceit. So whatâs the problem?
âHoney, where are you?â
âIâm upstairs, Nate.â
âRi, things have been super crazy at work. You have no idea.â
âReally?â
âYeah. Weâre talking post-merger madness. Everyone is just angling for a position. They are all trying to show off for the new boss, you know.â Katrina- fantastic, little miss perfect Katrina. You can say her name, Nate. âSheâs great, she wants to do all the things that I want to do- but on a much larger scale.â
âWow.â Attempting to show a slight bit of interest, Riley didnât realise how sarcastic that she may have sounded.
âYeah, people are swarming- but she sees me. She loves me.â Nate noticed that Riley was in a daze, as she didnât respond to him immediately. Laying next to her, he planted an attentive kiss on her forehead. âWhatâs up?â
âNothing. I just miss you.â
âExcuse me. Itâs her.â Acting dumb, Riley knew exactly who was on the other line. Itâs a bit late for a work business call. âItâs her, my bossâŚ. I wonât be long, RiâŚâKatrina, hey! How are you?ââ Laughing during his conversation, Riley couldnât remember the last time he had laughed like that towards her.
The problem for Katrina, Nate Cooper is married to me. Before I met him, I had been contorted into a high percentage of the positions in the Kama sutra. Shouldnât we all? There was rich guys, poor guys, tattooed guys, the one night stand guys. Any kind of man. Do I sound like a whore?
âWeâll sit down tomorrow just you and I, to discuss it Kat. See you then, bye.â Kat? Pet names now. The old boss was known as Mr Wilson- not by first name terms.
âTold ya, Ri. She loves me.â
âWho doesnât?â Riley replied again in a sarcastic type of way.
I bet people often wonder why I married some man who was so straight-laced as to say. Honestly, itâs because of all the past encounters- especially, Walker. My nerves were so shot by the time that I had met Nate. As Iâve said previously I was vulnerable. My heart was riding on fumes- the stability that he offered was a soothing balm. At the time, I wanted us to live for a hundred years and die at the exact same moment to avoid any pain. I hoped that our souls would find each other on the other side- if that truly exists. We could fall in love all over againâŚ.I just also want to fuck Nateâs brains out, mainly as a distraction from the impromptu night that I have just had. Is that too much to ask?
****
January 4th
Last night or rather this morning was a complete disaster⌠When you have the urge to fuck your partner- you need to do it there and then, right? Why is it so hard to both be in the mood at the same time once you are married with kids? The way things are at the moment, I feel Iâm like a reborn virgin.
âIâm sorry, I forgot to ask. Ioana mentioned that Liam and Lindsey came over. You should have gone out.â
That supportive look that he provided, was the complete opposite of what he would have really expressed. If he knew the truth, the calmness of his voice would be a different matter. Is he a controlling husband? Maybe. Protective- yes. What he doesnât understand, is that I need to let my hair down once in a blue moon.
âI wasnât up to it.â
To prevent my lie from being exposed I turned my phone into âDo not disturbâ mode.
âBesides, youâre back nowâŚ.â
I reach down, making the first move. Faking orgasms- does anyone else do this?
âItâs so good.â
âSorry, Ri- I canâtâŚ. Iâm too tired.â
Drake would never do that. He would see to all my needs. Why am I comparing them?
âPass me the vibrator.â
Itâs been nearly two years since Nate went down on me for example. I grew an entire human being in my body in half of that time.
âFor fuck sake!â
I feel like screaming, due to the frustration of not only Nate âdyingâ on me but now B.O.B does it too.
âFuck it.â
After a slight yawn followed by a stretch, Nate snuggled into Riley-completely oblivious to his wifeâs dissatisfaction. âNight baby.â
It wasnât always like this. As much as children are a blessing- is this the reason that explains the loss of Nateâs libido or is it truly down to his work load? The passion we had has now declined, faded into something that is now virtually non existent. This must be the definition of growing up; getting married and living the family routine with a waning passion. Now Iâm starving. Internally screaming at him from inside my mind trying to make us feel - something. Love is a drug, thatâs what they say- right? Adrenaline. I can get that feeling again, every time I close my eyes - going back to any one of those nights in the past- I feel it. Itâs not some allusive high that Iâm chasing- it is - or was, real. That was the other Riley Brooks- the true, me. A wild-child. How can a girl fuck up with every relationship? I donât know how I manage to do it? Maybe I should have worked on my brief relationship with Liam- my now brother in law. But, thatâs a different story which included a poor teenage waitress in a dive bar and Lady Liberty.
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January 5th
For this entry, I cannot allow for it to be discovered by Nate.
Deceit- the act or practice of deceiving; concealment or distortion of the truth for the purpose of misleading; duplicity; fraud; cheating. For me, today is just not informing my husband about the full truth. Itâs in my past and something that I donât like to ponder about. Iâm still living through this nightmare behind closed doors. If he was ever to ask the reasoning behind this date- I have Lindsey as âmy excuseâ. We have previously had a discussion - to get our stories straight if Nate was ever to discover the true events about this day. The fifth of January always creeps up, then itâs gone in an instant- until it reappears each year.
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Slowly walking up the path, there was the sense of tranquility. Silent neighbours. The slight wind enabled the tree branches to sway in sync.
âHey, Linzâ
âAbout fucking time, Riley! Iâve been worried sick about you! Are you okay? Iâve tried ringing you-â
âIâve had no missed-â Riley soon remembered that she hadnât deactivated the âDo Not Disurbâ mode on her phone.
âIâm fine- I just⌠every year, we always meet here at the same time. Where are you? Why have you put flowers down without me?â
âThatâs what Iâm trying to explain, Iâm stuck in traffic. Iâve rang you a few times mainly about the delay but also to discuss about you leaving the other night without telling us.â
âLinz, if you didnât put these flowers here- who did?â
âRiley-â
âLinz, Iâll ring you back.â Sensing company, Riley focused on the shadow hovering over her.
âThereâs a bunch of New Yorkâs finest flowers from, Olivia. She wasnât sure if you wanted to see her or not as you havenât returned any of her calls. So I offered to bring themâŚ. Itâs been too long since Iâve been here, myself.â
The callused hand gently removed the crinkly yet rusty coloured leaves that floated effortlessly in-front of them.
âThe teddy is a gift from me. I hope that you donât mind?â
Reaching out to the bear, Riley pulled it close to her chest- holding it tightly, it felt to her as if the world had just crashed. Again. The defence mechanisms that she would usually excel in, were now paper thin. Before she could have reacted, his hands gently drew her closer towards him as he knelt down to her level.
âPleaseâŚ. Donât touch me. Iâm fine.â
The heat from this touch rapidly creeps into my consciousness - needing to pull away, I couldnât. Itâs like a magnet, drawing us closer- unable to separate this unexpected bond. Pulling his head back, he ran his hand through my hair before gently wiping away the tears that were now everlasting.
âYou clearly arenât fine, which is understandable. If you want me to go, I will.â
As I sink further into his torso attempting to hide my emotions, I inhale his aftershave- which has now sent me into a coma. My heart and brain have different scenarios imaged in my mind. What am I doing?
âYou have a right to be here as much anyone- Drake.â
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This life
PART ONE
The majority of characters belong to Pixelberry from The Royal Romance/Heir. This is an A/U - with only parts being linked to canon.
Series warnings â ď¸: Adult language, sexual, adultery, loss of a baby.
Based on the Netflix series- Sex/life. A few parts of dialogue are from the tv series.
Please do not read unless you are over 18 đ
Tags: Because Iâve been gone MIA in like forever I donât know whoâs here anymore đ⌠so only tagging people who have asked previously.
@ao719 @kingliam2019 @txemrn
Previously: Introduction
****
School psychologists aren't supposed to write books or diaries about sex. Doing so would be considered 'unethical' and 'a fireable offense'. Lucky for you, ethics was never my strong suit.
****
âItâs good to see you, Brooks.â
âItâs Cooper-â Due to the shock, this was the only thing that Riley could mutter. Finally making eye contact, he gave her the refined look of innocence. âMy surname is now, Cooper.â
They say that New York City is one of the worlds best places to take a run. Running was never my forte- I impersonated Phoebe in that one episode of Friends. The emotional pain that I felt in this moment, Iâm not sure how many miles my body could suffer before shutting downâŚ
âRiley! Wait!â
****
Olivia Nevrakis was never one to leave the house without looking presentable. Her attire generally consisted of stilettoâs which matched anything that contained sequins. She always used to say that she wore these type of shoes for self defence. In the frantic attempt to catch up with Riley, this one time she accepted that sneakers would have to do.
âWhereâs, Riley?â Liam questioned as he scrutinised the unusual appearance from their friend.
âIâm glad Iâve found you- I donât know. I assumed that she came back here, to you both?â
âWhat do you mean, Olivia?â There was no need for an explanation- the figure that ambled towards them confirmed the reason behind Rileyâs disappearance.
âWhat the fuck is he doing here?â
âItâs a free country, LinzâŚ. Liam, looking good bro!â
âListen to what Iâm about to say, Drake.. I am not your âbroââŚâ Exaggerating the word âbroâ, Drake took a big gulp as Liam squared up towards him. âIf anything happens to Riley- I will kill you this time!â
âYou havenât got it in you, Li-â The tension between the two old friends, could have exploded due to the overload of built up anger that had been formed over the years. Olivia âsacrificedâ herself, separating them both- as they continued providing death stares. Neither wanted to throw the first fist or insult any further- in that moment there was the realisation that they both wanted the same thing. For Riley to be found- safe. Drake stepped back, and to everybodyâs surprise expressed a slight bit of remorse.
âI fucked up, Li. I know that. I regret it each and every day. At least she has Preston to look after her, heâs a lucky guy.â
âPreston is an intelligent and caringâŚ.â This slight description stabbed Drake in the heart- if given an opportunity Lindsey would continue to dig the âknifeâ as revenge for the pain that he had caused her sister. âPreston⌠heâs⌠The most an amazing three year old.â
âExcuse me?â
âPreston is my nephew- Rileyâs son.â Awareness had finally hit, Drake- he had his wires crossed. Wishing that he hadnât mentioned Preston, the confirmation of his identity now pulled on his heartstrings. Concealing his true feelings, he nodded to the trio- before leaving without another word.
âLindsey, Liam- myself and Drake⌠itâs not what you are both assuming. I would never do that to, Ri. I can explain. It was just bad timing.â Olivia pleaded her innocence- she now knew that the jetlag would have to be put on hold whilst she explained the unexpected return of Drake Walker.
****
January 3rd
Letâs try this again. Drama. Life is always full of it in my case. The life of Riley Brooks. It probably would make more entertainment than the Kardashianâs.
Alcohol acts in crazy ways. It affects people differently. It can make you feel invisible- or at least it did for me tonight. I still canât remember how I had the energy or knowledge on how to get home safely. Walking up the drive, I noticed my snobby and nosey neighbours- Hannah and Neville peering out the window. My brain was informing me to provide them with the middle finger gesture. Instead I gave a friendly neighbour wave along with the biggest fake smile that I could provide. The curtain soon shut as the pair probably scurried away like the rats that they are. What dickheads. If I know Hannah well, I can predict that she will visit tomorrow with a basket full of freshly baked muffins waiting for the tea to be spilled. The women here believe that they are the real life âDesperate Housewivesâ. Riverside may appear to be a seemingly perfect neighbourhood but like Wisteria Lane - here it more than likely also hides; many secrets, crimes, forbidden romances and domestic struggles.
Betrayal. It can occur in different ways. But you never expect it to happen with people whom you loved. The same two people who you trusted with all your heart once upon a time.
My husband is as gorgeous inside as out. Iâve never once caught him looking at another woman. To be honest, Iâve never caught him in a lie- or had proof to prove any potential deceit. So whatâs the problem?
âHoney, where are you?â
âIâm upstairs, Nate.â
âRi, things have been super crazy at work. You have no idea.â
âReally?â
âYeah. Weâre talking post-merger madness. Everyone is just angling for a position. They are all trying to show off for the new boss, you know.â Katrina- fantastic, little miss perfect Katrina. You can say her name, Nate. âSheâs great, she wants to do all the things that I want to do- but on a much larger scale.â
âWow.â Attempting to show a slight bit of interest, Riley didnât realise how sarcastic that she may have sounded.
âYeah, people are swarming- but she sees me. She loves me.â Nate noticed that Riley was in a daze, as she didnât respond to him immediately. Laying next to her, he planted an attentive kiss on her forehead. âWhatâs up?â
âNothing. I just miss you.â
âExcuse me. Itâs her.â Acting dumb, Riley knew exactly who was on the other line. Itâs a bit late for a work business call. âItâs her, my bossâŚ. I wonât be long, RiâŚâKatrina, hey! How are you?ââ Laughing during his conversation, Riley couldnât remember the last time he had laughed like that towards her.
The problem for Katrina, Nate Cooper is married to me. Before I met him, I had been contorted into a high percentage of the positions in the Kama sutra. Shouldnât we all? There was rich guys, poor guys, tattooed guys, the one night stand guys. Any kind of man. Do I sound like a whore?
âWeâll sit down tomorrow just you and I, to discuss it Kat. See you then, bye.â Kat? Pet names now. The old boss was known as Mr Wilson- not by first name terms.
âTold ya, Ri. She loves me.â
âWho doesnât?â Riley replied again in a sarcastic type of way.
I bet people often wonder why I married some man who was so straight-laced as to say. Honestly, itâs because of all the past encounters- especially, Walker. My nerves were so shot by the time that I had met Nate. As Iâve said previously I was vulnerable. My heart was riding on fumes- the stability that he offered was a soothing balm. At the time, I wanted us to live for a hundred years and die at the exact same moment to avoid any pain. I hoped that our souls would find each other on the other side- if that truly exists. We could fall in love all over againâŚ.I just also want to fuck Nateâs brains out, mainly as a distraction from the impromptu night that I have just had. Is that too much to ask?
****
January 4th
Last night or rather this morning was a complete disaster⌠When you have the urge to fuck your partner- you need to do it there and then, right? Why is it so hard to both be in the mood at the same time once you are married with kids? The way things are at the moment, I feel Iâm like a reborn virgin.
âIâm sorry, I forgot to ask. Ioana mentioned that Liam and Lindsey came over. You should have gone out.â
That supportive look that he provided, was the complete opposite of what he would have really expressed. If he knew the truth, the calmness of his voice would be a different matter. Is he a controlling husband? Maybe. Protective- yes. What he doesnât understand, is that I need to let my hair down once in a blue moon.
âI wasnât up to it.â
To prevent my lie from being exposed I turned my phone into âDo not disturbâ mode.
âBesides, youâre back nowâŚ.â
I reach down, making the first move. Faking orgasms- does anyone else do this?
âItâs so good.â
âSorry, Ri- I canâtâŚ. Iâm too tired.â
Drake would never do that. He would see to all my needs. Why am I comparing them?
âPass me the vibrator.â
Itâs been nearly two years since Nate went down on me for example. I grew an entire human being in my body in half of that time.
âFor fuck sake!â
I feel like screaming, due to the frustration of not only Nate âdyingâ on me but now B.O.B does it too.
âFuck it.â
After a slight yawn followed by a stretch, Nate snuggled into Riley-completely oblivious to his wifeâs dissatisfaction. âNight baby.â
It wasnât always like this. As much as children are a blessing- is this the reason that explains the loss of Nateâs libido or is it truly down to his work load? The passion we had has now declined, faded into something that is now virtually non existent. This must be the definition of growing up; getting married and living the family routine with a waning passion. Now Iâm starving. Internally screaming at him from inside my mind trying to make us feel - something. Love is a drug, thatâs what they say- right? Adrenaline. I can get that feeling again, every time I close my eyes - going back to any one of those nights in the past- I feel it. Itâs not some allusive high that Iâm chasing- it is - or was, real. That was the other Riley Brooks- the true, me. A wild-child. How can a girl fuck up with every relationship? I donât know how I manage to do it? Maybe I should have worked on my brief relationship with Liam- my now brother in law. But, thatâs a different story which included a poor teenage waitress in a dive bar and Lady Liberty.
****
January 5th
For this entry, I cannot allow for it to be discovered by Nate.
Deceit- the act or practice of deceiving; concealment or distortion of the truth for the purpose of misleading; duplicity; fraud; cheating. For me, today is just not informing my husband about the full truth. Itâs in my past and something that I donât like to ponder about. Iâm still living through this nightmare behind closed doors. If he was ever to ask the reasoning behind this date- I have Lindsey as âmy excuseâ. We have previously had a discussion - to get our stories straight if Nate was ever to discover the true events about this day. The fifth of January always creeps up, then itâs gone in an instant- until it reappears each year.
****
Slowly walking up the path, there was the sense of tranquility. Silent neighbours. The slight wind enabled the tree branches to sway in sync.
âHey, Linzâ
âAbout fucking time, Riley! Iâve been worried sick about you! Are you okay? Iâve tried ringing you-â
âIâve had no missed-â Riley soon remembered that she hadnât deactivated the âDo Not Disurbâ mode on her phone.
âIâm fine- I just⌠every year, we always meet here at the same time. Where are you? Why have you put flowers down without me?â
âThatâs what Iâm trying to explain, Iâm stuck in traffic. Iâve rang you a few times mainly about the delay but also to discuss about you leaving the other night without telling us.â
âLinz, if you didnât put these flowers here- who did?â
âRiley-â
âLinz, Iâll ring you back.â Sensing company, Riley focused on the shadow hovering over her.
âThereâs a bunch of New Yorkâs finest flowers from, Olivia. She wasnât sure if you wanted to see her or not as you havenât returned any of her calls. So I offered to bring themâŚ. Itâs been too long since Iâve been here, myself.â
The callused hand gently removed the crinkly yet rusty coloured leaves that floated effortlessly in-front of them.
âThe teddy is a gift from me. I hope that you donât mind?â
Reaching out to the bear, Riley pulled it close to her chest- holding it tightly, it felt to her as if the world had just crashed. Again. The defence mechanisms that she would usually excel in, were now paper thin. Before she could have reacted, his hands gently drew her closer towards him as he knelt down to her level.
âPleaseâŚ. Donât touch me. Iâm fine.â
The heat from this touch rapidly creeps into my consciousness - needing to pull away, I couldnât. Itâs like a magnet, drawing us closer- unable to separate this unexpected bond. Pulling his head back, he ran his hand through my hair before gently wiping away the tears that were now everlasting.
âYou clearly arenât fine, which is understandable. If you want me to go, I will.â
As I sink further into his torso attempting to hide my emotions, I inhale his aftershave- which has now sent me into a coma. My heart and brain have different scenarios imaged in my mind. What am I doing?
âYou have a right to be here as much anyone- Drake.â
A suburban wife and mother takes a fantasy-charged trip down memory lane that sets her present on a collision course with her wild-child past.
âSchool psychologists aren't supposed to write books or diaries about sex. Doing so would be considered 'unethical' and 'a fireable offense'. Lucky for you, ethics was never my strong suit.â
The majority of characters belong to Pixelberry from The Royal Romance/Heir. This is an A/U - with only parts being linked to canon.
Series warnings â ď¸: Adult language, sexual, adultery, loss of a baby, alcohol and drug mention, domestic abuse mention, sexual abuse mention.
Based on the Netflix series- Sex/life. A few parts of dialogue are from the tv series.
The majority of characters belong to Pixelberry from The Royal Romance/Heir. This is an A/U - with only parts being linked to canon.
Series warnings â ď¸: Adult language, sexual, adultery, loss of a baby.
Based on the Netflix series- Sex/life. A few parts of dialogue are from the tv series.
Please do not read unless you are over 18 đ
Tags: Because Iâve been gone MIA in like forever I donât know whoâs here anymore đ⌠so only tagging people who have asked previously.
@ao719 @kingliam2019 @txemrn
Previously: Introduction
****
School psychologists aren't supposed to write books or diaries about sex. Doing so would be considered 'unethical' and 'a fireable offense'. Lucky for you, ethics was never my strong suit.
****
âItâs good to see you, Brooks.â
âItâs Cooper-â Due to the shock, this was the only thing that Riley could mutter. Finally making eye contact, he gave her the refined look of innocence. âMy surname is now, Cooper.â
They say that New York City is one of the worlds best places to take a run. Running was never my forte- I impersonated Phoebe in that one episode of Friends. The emotional pain that I felt in this moment, Iâm not sure how many miles my body could suffer before shutting downâŚ
âRiley! Wait!â
****
Olivia Nevrakis was never one to leave the house without looking presentable. Her attire generally consisted of stilettoâs which matched anything that contained sequins. She always used to say that she wore these type of shoes for self defence. In the frantic attempt to catch up with Riley, this one time she accepted that sneakers would have to do.
âWhereâs, Riley?â Liam questioned as he scrutinised the unusual appearance from their friend.
âIâm glad Iâve found you- I donât know. I assumed that she came back here, to you both?â
âWhat do you mean, Olivia?â There was no need for an explanation- the figure that ambled towards them confirmed the reason behind Rileyâs disappearance.
âWhat the fuck is he doing here?â
âItâs a free country, LinzâŚ. Liam, looking good bro!â
âListen to what Iâm about to say, Drake.. I am not your âbroââŚâ Exaggerating the word âbroâ, Drake took a big gulp as Liam squared up towards him. âIf anything happens to Riley- I will kill you this time!â
âYou havenât got it in you, Li-â The tension between the two old friends, could have exploded due to the overload of built up anger that had been formed over the years. Olivia âsacrificedâ herself, separating them both- as they continued providing death stares. Neither wanted to throw the first fist or insult any further- in that moment there was the realisation that they both wanted the same thing. For Riley to be found- safe. Drake stepped back, and to everybodyâs surprise expressed a slight bit of remorse.
âI fucked up, Li. I know that. I regret it each and every day. At least she has Preston to look after her, heâs a lucky guy.â
âPreston is an intelligent and caringâŚ.â This slight description stabbed Drake in the heart- if given an opportunity Lindsey would continue to dig the âknifeâ as revenge for the pain that he had caused her sister. âPreston⌠heâs⌠The most an amazing three year old.â
âExcuse me?â
âPreston is my nephew- Rileyâs son.â Awareness had finally hit, Drake- he had his wires crossed. Wishing that he hadnât mentioned Preston, the confirmation of his identity now pulled on his heartstrings. Concealing his true feelings, he nodded to the trio- before leaving without another word.
âLindsey, Liam- myself and Drake⌠itâs not what you are both assuming. I would never do that to, Ri. I can explain. It was just bad timing.â Olivia pleaded her innocence- she now knew that the jetlag would have to be put on hold whilst she explained the unexpected return of Drake Walker.
****
January 3rd
Letâs try this again. Drama. Life is always full of it in my case. The life of Riley Brooks. It probably would make more entertainment than the Kardashianâs.
Alcohol acts in crazy ways. It affects people differently. It can make you feel invisible- or at least it did for me tonight. I still canât remember how I had the energy or knowledge on how to get home safely. Walking up the drive, I noticed my snobby and nosey neighbours- Hannah and Neville peering out the window. My brain was informing me to provide them with the middle finger gesture. Instead I gave a friendly neighbour wave along with the biggest fake smile that I could provide. The curtain soon shut as the pair probably scurried away like the rats that they are. What dickheads. If I know Hannah well, I can predict that she will visit tomorrow with a basket full of freshly baked muffins waiting for the tea to be spilled. The women here believe that they are the real life âDesperate Housewivesâ. Riverside may appear to be a seemingly perfect neighbourhood but like Wisteria Lane - here it more than likely also hides; many secrets, crimes, forbidden romances and domestic struggles.
Betrayal. It can occur in different ways. But you never expect it to happen with people whom you loved. The same two people who you trusted with all your heart once upon a time.
My husband is as gorgeous inside as out. Iâve never once caught him looking at another woman. To be honest, Iâve never caught him in a lie- or had proof to prove any potential deceit. So whatâs the problem?
âHoney, where are you?â
âIâm upstairs, Nate.â
âRi, things have been super crazy at work. You have no idea.â
âReally?â
âYeah. Weâre talking post-merger madness. Everyone is just angling for a position. They are all trying to show off for the new boss, you know.â Katrina- fantastic, little miss perfect Katrina. You can say her name, Nate. âSheâs great, she wants to do all the things that I want to do- but on a much larger scale.â
âWow.â Attempting to show a slight bit of interest, Riley didnât realise how sarcastic that she may have sounded.
âYeah, people are swarming- but she sees me. She loves me.â Nate noticed that Riley was in a daze, as she didnât respond to him immediately. Laying next to her, he planted an attentive kiss on her forehead. âWhatâs up?â
âNothing. I just miss you.â
âExcuse me. Itâs her.â Acting dumb, Riley knew exactly who was on the other line. Itâs a bit late for a work business call. âItâs her, my bossâŚ. I wonât be long, RiâŚâKatrina, hey! How are you?ââ Laughing during his conversation, Riley couldnât remember the last time he had laughed like that towards her.
The problem for Katrina, Nate Cooper is married to me. Before I met him, I had been contorted into a high percentage of the positions in the Kama sutra. Shouldnât we all? There was rich guys, poor guys, tattooed guys, the one night stand guys. Any kind of man. Do I sound like a whore?
âWeâll sit down tomorrow just you and I, to discuss it Kat. See you then, bye.â Kat? Pet names now. The old boss was known as Mr Wilson- not by first name terms.
âTold ya, Ri. She loves me.â
âWho doesnât?â Riley replied again in a sarcastic type of way.
I bet people often wonder why I married some man who was so straight-laced as to say. Honestly, itâs because of all the past encounters- especially, Walker. My nerves were so shot by the time that I had met Nate. As Iâve said previously I was vulnerable. My heart was riding on fumes- the stability that he offered was a soothing balm. At the time, I wanted us to live for a hundred years and die at the exact same moment to avoid any pain. I hoped that our souls would find each other on the other side- if that truly exists. We could fall in love all over againâŚ.I just also want to fuck Nateâs brains out, mainly as a distraction from the impromptu night that I have just had. Is that too much to ask?
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January 4th
Last night or rather this morning was a complete disaster⌠When you have the urge to fuck your partner- you need to do it there and then, right? Why is it so hard to both be in the mood at the same time once you are married with kids? The way things are at the moment, I feel Iâm like a reborn virgin.
âIâm sorry, I forgot to ask. Ioana mentioned that Liam and Lindsey came over. You should have gone out.â
That supportive look that he provided, was the complete opposite of what he would have really expressed. If he knew the truth, the calmness of his voice would be a different matter. Is he a controlling husband? Maybe. Protective- yes. What he doesnât understand, is that I need to let my hair down once in a blue moon.
âI wasnât up to it.â
To prevent my lie from being exposed I turned my phone into âDo not disturbâ mode.
âBesides, youâre back nowâŚ.â
I reach down, making the first move. Faking orgasms- does anyone else do this?
âItâs so good.â
âSorry, Ri- I canâtâŚ. Iâm too tired.â
Drake would never do that. He would see to all my needs. Why am I comparing them?
âPass me the vibrator.â
Itâs been nearly two years since Nate went down on me for example. I grew an entire human being in my body in half of that time.
âFor fuck sake!â
I feel like screaming, due to the frustration of not only Nate âdyingâ on me but now B.O.B does it too.
âFuck it.â
After a slight yawn followed by a stretch, Nate snuggled into Riley-completely oblivious to his wifeâs dissatisfaction. âNight baby.â
It wasnât always like this. As much as children are a blessing- is this the reason that explains the loss of Nateâs libido or is it truly down to his work load? The passion we had has now declined, faded into something that is now virtually non existent. This must be the definition of growing up; getting married and living the family routine with a waning passion. Now Iâm starving. Internally screaming at him from inside my mind trying to make us feel - something. Love is a drug, thatâs what they say- right? Adrenaline. I can get that feeling again, every time I close my eyes - going back to any one of those nights in the past- I feel it. Itâs not some allusive high that Iâm chasing- it is - or was, real. That was the other Riley Brooks- the true, me. A wild-child. How can a girl fuck up with every relationship? I donât know how I manage to do it? Maybe I should have worked on my brief relationship with Liam- my now brother in law. But, thatâs a different story which included a poor teenage waitress in a dive bar and Lady Liberty.
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January 5th
For this entry, I cannot allow for it to be discovered by Nate.
Deceit- the act or practice of deceiving; concealment or distortion of the truth for the purpose of misleading; duplicity; fraud; cheating. For me, today is just not informing my husband about the full truth. Itâs in my past and something that I donât like to ponder about. Iâm still living through this nightmare behind closed doors. If he was ever to ask the reasoning behind this date- I have Lindsey as âmy excuseâ. We have previously had a discussion - to get our stories straight if Nate was ever to discover the true events about this day. The fifth of January always creeps up, then itâs gone in an instant- until it reappears each year.
****
Slowly walking up the path, there was the sense of tranquility. Silent neighbours. The slight wind enabled the tree branches to sway in sync.
âHey, Linzâ
âAbout fucking time, Riley! Iâve been worried sick about you! Are you okay? Iâve tried ringing you-â
âIâve had no missed-â Riley soon remembered that she hadnât deactivated the âDo Not Disurbâ mode on her phone.
âIâm fine- I just⌠every year, we always meet here at the same time. Where are you? Why have you put flowers down without me?â
âThatâs what Iâm trying to explain, Iâm stuck in traffic. Iâve rang you a few times mainly about the delay but also to discuss about you leaving the other night without telling us.â
âLinz, if you didnât put these flowers here- who did?â
âRiley-â
âLinz, Iâll ring you back.â Sensing company, Riley focused on the shadow hovering over her.
âThereâs a bunch of New Yorkâs finest flowers from, Olivia. She wasnât sure if you wanted to see her or not as you havenât returned any of her calls. So I offered to bring themâŚ. Itâs been too long since Iâve been here, myself.â
The callused hand gently removed the crinkly yet rusty coloured leaves that floated effortlessly in-front of them.
âThe teddy is a gift from me. I hope that you donât mind?â
Reaching out to the bear, Riley pulled it close to her chest- holding it tightly, it felt to her as if the world had just crashed. Again. The defence mechanisms that she would usually excel in, were now paper thin. Before she could have reacted, his hands gently drew her closer towards him as he knelt down to her level.
âPleaseâŚ. Donât touch me. Iâm fine.â
The heat from this touch rapidly creeps into my consciousness - needing to pull away, I couldnât. Itâs like a magnet, drawing us closer- unable to separate this unexpected bond. Pulling his head back, he ran his hand through my hair before gently wiping away the tears that were now everlasting.
âYou clearly arenât fine, which is understandable. If you want me to go, I will.â
As I sink further into his torso attempting to hide my emotions, I inhale his aftershave- which has now sent me into a coma. My heart and brain have different scenarios imaged in my mind. What am I doing?
âYou have a right to be here as much anyone- Drake.â
Awww, I love you and your support! â¤ď¸â¤ď¸â¤ď¸
I know itâs always been one of my things that youâve always reblogged đĽ°
This Life
The majority of characters belong to Pixelberry from The Royal Romance/Heir.
Series warnings â ď¸: Adult language, sexual.
Based on the Netflix series- Sex/life. Some situations are based on canon.
Tags: Because Iâve been gone MIA in like forever I donât know whoâs here anymore đ⌠so Iâm not tagging specific people.
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School psychologists aren't supposed to write books or diaries about sex. Doing so would be considered 'unethical' and 'a fireable offense'. Lucky for you, ethics was never my strong suit.
****
January 3rd
New year. New start? No. Same shit, different year. It hasnât always been âbadâ though.
There was a time in my life where I was; wild, fun, happy. I was living the time of my life. As if there was no tomorrow. No worries. Anxiety- what anxiety? No sleep. It didnât matter to me. Caffeine was my best friend as well as Liv. Both getting me through each day. Thinking back to those days- I was vulnerable. The reason why⌠HIM.
The man who has not been named âout loudâ in nearly a decade. However, just recently the memories keep flooding in my mind. Iâm not sure why? As much as I try to erase them, they return immediately. Today I spent the afternoon vacantly staring at my child as he caused chaos around me. Typical toddler, some may suggest. My boy- he wasâŚis, a blessing. To begin with, I wasnât sure if I could be a mother. Half of the time, Iâm surprised that Iâve managed to look after myself all of these years. Motherhood- that was never a high priority in my future when I imagined my fairytale life in my adolescence. Honestly, my only goal in life was to achieve my PHD in Psychology. Oh, how that went âtits upâ.
My husband- he was my saviour five years ago. Most of our close friends and family assumed that Nate was just a rebound. Deep down, I probably believed that too back then. However, he proved everyone wrong- including myself. For the last five years heâs provided for me but for also for Preston. Most people would think that I sound ungrateful for the life that I have. Maybe I am?
The majority would dream for what I have; the wonderful house outside the city. The opportunity to not have to work for now- the life of a typical housewife. The privilege to own nice yet expensive cars due to Nateâs promotion. And not forgetting the support from Prestonâs nanny- Ioana. Why isnât all of this enough for me? I often thinkâŚWhat if, I had never agreed to that coffee date with Nate on our first meeting? Would my life have been any different? Could I have rekindled with the man who made me feel invisible- electrified? The intimacy with him. God, I miss it. I miss him. Back then, I was caught up in the euphoria of the moment. âFor better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and health, to love and cherish, until parted by deathâ I keep reminding myself about the vows that we made- âI am happily marriedâ. But, is that true?
âShit!â Looking at her watch, Riley realised that the day had rapidly disappeared. Nate could be returning home at any point.
âMommy, youâŚ.â
âI know, Preston. Iâm sorry I said a naughty word.â Scrutinising the mess surrounding them- Riley deleted all of what she had noted down, before rushing around like a headless chicken in her night wear still. Hearing the door open, she panicked slightly before recognising the familiar face. Phew.
âExcuse me, Miss Riley- but your sister and Mr Liam have just got here. I can take Preston for his bath if youâd like?â
Shit.
âErm, Ioana- let them in, Iâll quickly run upstairs and make myself decent. Preston, honey- why donât you show Ioana the train track that we made earlier on? Itâs amazing isnât it?â
âOkay, Mommy.â
âI donât know why they are here?!â Ioana provided a soft smile towards Riley as she mouthed this and guested that she would be one minute.
Running back downstairs dodging the washing and stray toys, Riley realised that she had two missed calls and voicemails.
Hey, girl.
Sorry I didnât return your call earlier on. Itâs been a busy crazy day. Iâm back in the city- you sounded a bit upset on the voicemail. Meet up, tomorrow? Let me know.
Hello beautiful,
Just to let you know, Iâm running slightly behind tonight. Emergency meeting with Katrina and âthe big boy bossesâ. I hopefully wonât be too long. I will grab some food at work- just see to yourself and Preston. Love you.
âNothing new there, then. Working late again wasnât expecting that at all- oh silly, me. Heâs probably so far up her arseâŚ..â
âRiley.â Lindsey shouted interrupting her sisters negative thoughts regarding her husband and his new boss.
âHey guys. Sorry about the mess. Erm⌠it was Nateâs first day back at work and myself and Preston are still in the holiday mood. We still need to get back into the normal routine⌠anywayâŚ. What are you doing here?â Lindsey and Liam gave each other a look- they both didnât know how to âsweet talkâ the discussion that they needed to have with Riley.
âWell⌠we havenât seen you since Christmas. So we thought that weâd pay you a visit.â
âIt was less than two weeks ago, weâve gone months without seeing each other before.â
âErmâŚâ Lindsey stuttered which encouraged Liam to continue the conversation. âWell we know that Nate is working longer hours now- we know that you have Ioana for company but if you wanted a different change of sceneryâŚ. We are here. Always.â Focusing her attention towards her sister instead of Liam - Lindsey provided a sheepish smile towards Riley.
âLinz youâve always been a rubbish liar. Whatâs the real reason as to why youâve spontaneously shown up here?â
âIoana, are you okay looking after Preston for a couple of extra hours whilst we take Riley to the city? Mommyâs night off. I believe she deserves it?â
âOf course, Mr Liam. That is no problem. I agree, Miss Riley should go and enjoy herself.â
****
New York is a city of diversity and dynamism. As well as a city of politics, economy and culture. Even though I donât live within the city anymore- this is home. The natural feeling of âhomeâ occurs every time that I enter the city. Each corner has a different story to tell. Mixed emotions. Memories both bad and good that will last a lifetime.
To begin with- Riley kept looking over her shoulder in the bars that the trio had entered. Was there some hope that she could see him? If there was to be an unexpected meeting she wasnât quite sure on how to react. Due to anxiety and nerves - Riley began to take advantage of the alcohol as well as the child free night. The last known location for the man in question was California. Because of this she began to let her hair loose - something which pleased Lindsey but also worried her at the same time.
âLivâs flat is literally next door. Iâll just go and surprise her and see if she wants to join us, okay?â
âOkay, weâll get you both a drink. Gin and tonic?â Liam asked.
âNo, make it two JD and cokes. Itâs what myself and Liv always had during our⌠fun⌠days. Nights. MorningsâŚ. Iâll be two minutes.â
âLiam- JD and coke, minus the JD for Ri.â Lindsey whispered to her husband, as they watched Riley enter the flat safely.
âI think she will need a coffee rather than fizzy pop to attempt to conceal the alcohol consumption from Nate. When Riley returns with or without Liv we are telling her the truth, Linz. Olivia will be the extra support that she may require.â
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âSurprise!â
âRi⌠what are you doing here? I suggested to meet up tomorrow on the voicemail.â
âYeah I know, butâŚ.â Stumbling against the wall, Olivia stepped out quickly shutting the door quietly.
âAre you drunk?â
âNo! Maybe. Only, slightly.â Shrugging her shoulders, she knew that Nate would berate her for being in this position. However, she didnât care for now.
âAnyway Linz and Liam sort of dragged me out to the city- because I can never get out, I thought you could join me- us. Like old timesâŚ. But obviously old times were just you and I. Itâll be fun thoughâŚ. I need to talk to you anywayâŚ. Iâve been having these weird dreams. Memories keep rushing back of me and himâŚ.â Before Riley could continue with her word vomit - Olivia prevented her from continuing.
âNow isnât a good timeâŚ.Iâm still jet-lagged from Paris. Tomorrow would better, honey. For me. I can come to you⌠or you could come back to the city with Preston. Whichever is easierâŚ.â
âWhoâs Preston?â Standing frozen as if she had seen a ghost, Rileyâs brain began to shrivel and not function properly. âIâm assuming heâs the new lucky man in your life?â Not responding to the questions- Riley couldnât distinguish reality from fantasy.
You need to watch it, I can imagine itâll be right up your street with the writing you do!
I know youâre a Liam Stan, but this isnât all about Riley x Drake - I promise you â¤ď¸
This Life
The majority of characters belong to Pixelberry from The Royal Romance/Heir.
Series warnings â ď¸: Adult language, sexual.
Based on the Netflix series- Sex/life. Some situations are based on canon.
Tags: Because Iâve been gone MIA in like forever I donât know whoâs here anymore đ⌠so Iâm not tagging specific people.
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School psychologists aren't supposed to write books or diaries about sex. Doing so would be considered 'unethical' and 'a fireable offense'. Lucky for you, ethics was never my strong suit.
****
January 3rd
New year. New start? No. Same shit, different year. It hasnât always been âbadâ though.
There was a time in my life where I was; wild, fun, happy. I was living the time of my life. As if there was no tomorrow. No worries. Anxiety- what anxiety? No sleep. It didnât matter to me. Caffeine was my best friend as well as Liv. Both getting me through each day. Thinking back to those days- I was vulnerable. The reason why⌠HIM.
The man who has not been named âout loudâ in nearly a decade. However, just recently the memories keep flooding in my mind. Iâm not sure why? As much as I try to erase them, they return immediately. Today I spent the afternoon vacantly staring at my child as he caused chaos around me. Typical toddler, some may suggest. My boy- he wasâŚis, a blessing. To begin with, I wasnât sure if I could be a mother. Half of the time, Iâm surprised that Iâve managed to look after myself all of these years. Motherhood- that was never a high priority in my future when I imagined my fairytale life in my adolescence. Honestly, my only goal in life was to achieve my PHD in Psychology. Oh, how that went âtits upâ.
My husband- he was my saviour five years ago. Most of our close friends and family assumed that Nate was just a rebound. Deep down, I probably believed that too back then. However, he proved everyone wrong- including myself. For the last five years heâs provided for me but for also for Preston. Most people would think that I sound ungrateful for the life that I have. Maybe I am?
The majority would dream for what I have; the wonderful house outside the city. The opportunity to not have to work for now- the life of a typical housewife. The privilege to own nice yet expensive cars due to Nateâs promotion. And not forgetting the support from Prestonâs nanny- Ioana. Why isnât all of this enough for me? I often thinkâŚWhat if, I had never agreed to that coffee date with Nate on our first meeting? Would my life have been any different? Could I have rekindled with the man who made me feel invisible- electrified? The intimacy with him. God, I miss it. I miss him. Back then, I was caught up in the euphoria of the moment. âFor better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and health, to love and cherish, until parted by deathâ I keep reminding myself about the vows that we made- âI am happily marriedâ. But, is that true?
âShit!â Looking at her watch, Riley realised that the day had rapidly disappeared. Nate could be returning home at any point.
âMommy, youâŚ.â
âI know, Preston. Iâm sorry I said a naughty word.â Scrutinising the mess surrounding them- Riley deleted all of what she had noted down, before rushing around like a headless chicken in her night wear still. Hearing the door open, she panicked slightly before recognising the familiar face. Phew.
âExcuse me, Miss Riley- but your sister and Mr Liam have just got here. I can take Preston for his bath if youâd like?â
Shit.
âErm, Ioana- let them in, Iâll quickly run upstairs and make myself decent. Preston, honey- why donât you show Ioana the train track that we made earlier on? Itâs amazing isnât it?â
âOkay, Mommy.â
âI donât know why they are here?!â Ioana provided a soft smile towards Riley as she mouthed this and guested that she would be one minute.
Running back downstairs dodging the washing and stray toys, Riley realised that she had two missed calls and voicemails.
Hey, girl.
Sorry I didnât return your call earlier on. Itâs been a busy crazy day. Iâm back in the city- you sounded a bit upset on the voicemail. Meet up, tomorrow? Let me know.
Hello beautiful,
Just to let you know, Iâm running slightly behind tonight. Emergency meeting with Katrina and âthe big boy bossesâ. I hopefully wonât be too long. I will grab some food at work- just see to yourself and Preston. Love you.
âNothing new there, then. Working late again wasnât expecting that at all- oh silly, me. Heâs probably so far up her arseâŚ..â
âRiley.â Lindsey shouted interrupting her sisters negative thoughts regarding her husband and his new boss.
âHey guys. Sorry about the mess. Erm⌠it was Nateâs first day back at work and myself and Preston are still in the holiday mood. We still need to get back into the normal routine⌠anywayâŚ. What are you doing here?â Lindsey and Liam gave each other a look- they both didnât know how to âsweet talkâ the discussion that they needed to have with Riley.
âWell⌠we havenât seen you since Christmas. So we thought that weâd pay you a visit.â
âIt was less than two weeks ago, weâve gone months without seeing each other before.â
âErmâŚâ Lindsey stuttered which encouraged Liam to continue the conversation. âWell we know that Nate is working longer hours now- we know that you have Ioana for company but if you wanted a different change of sceneryâŚ. We are here. Always.â Focusing her attention towards her sister instead of Liam - Lindsey provided a sheepish smile towards Riley.
âLinz youâve always been a rubbish liar. Whatâs the real reason as to why youâve spontaneously shown up here?â
âIoana, are you okay looking after Preston for a couple of extra hours whilst we take Riley to the city? Mommyâs night off. I believe she deserves it?â
âOf course, Mr Liam. That is no problem. I agree, Miss Riley should go and enjoy herself.â
****
New York is a city of diversity and dynamism. As well as a city of politics, economy and culture. Even though I donât live within the city anymore- this is home. The natural feeling of âhomeâ occurs every time that I enter the city. Each corner has a different story to tell. Mixed emotions. Memories both bad and good that will last a lifetime.
To begin with- Riley kept looking over her shoulder in the bars that the trio had entered. Was there some hope that she could see him? If there was to be an unexpected meeting she wasnât quite sure on how to react. Due to anxiety and nerves - Riley began to take advantage of the alcohol as well as the child free night. The last known location for the man in question was California. Because of this she began to let her hair loose - something which pleased Lindsey but also worried her at the same time.
âLivâs flat is literally next door. Iâll just go and surprise her and see if she wants to join us, okay?â
âOkay, weâll get you both a drink. Gin and tonic?â Liam asked.
âNo, make it two JD and cokes. Itâs what myself and Liv always had during our⌠fun⌠days. Nights. MorningsâŚ. Iâll be two minutes.â
âLiam- JD and coke, minus the JD for Ri.â Lindsey whispered to her husband, as they watched Riley enter the flat safely.
âI think she will need a coffee rather than fizzy pop to attempt to conceal the alcohol consumption from Nate. When Riley returns with or without Liv we are telling her the truth, Linz. Olivia will be the extra support that she may require.â
****
âSurprise!â
âRi⌠what are you doing here? I suggested to meet up tomorrow on the voicemail.â
âYeah I know, butâŚ.â Stumbling against the wall, Olivia stepped out quickly shutting the door quietly.
âAre you drunk?â
âNo! Maybe. Only, slightly.â Shrugging her shoulders, she knew that Nate would berate her for being in this position. However, she didnât care for now.
âAnyway Linz and Liam sort of dragged me out to the city- because I can never get out, I thought you could join me- us. Like old timesâŚ. But obviously old times were just you and I. Itâll be fun thoughâŚ. I need to talk to you anywayâŚ. Iâve been having these weird dreams. Memories keep rushing back of me and himâŚ.â Before Riley could continue with her word vomit - Olivia prevented her from continuing.
âNow isnât a good timeâŚ.Iâm still jet-lagged from Paris. Tomorrow would better, honey. For me. I can come to you⌠or you could come back to the city with Preston. Whichever is easierâŚ.â
âWhoâs Preston?â Standing frozen as if she had seen a ghost, Rileyâs brain began to shrivel and not function properly. âIâm assuming heâs the new lucky man in your life?â Not responding to the questions- Riley couldnât distinguish reality from fantasy.
You need to watch it!!! Itâs not as bad as the first series for the NSFW but itâs still worth a watch đ
I love the drama when doing these things đđ¤Śđťââď¸
Thank you for reblogging and HIIII wave đđź â¤ď¸
This Life
The majority of characters belong to Pixelberry from The Royal Romance/Heir.
Series warnings â ď¸: Adult language, sexual.
Based on the Netflix series- Sex/life. Some situations are based on canon.
Tags: Because Iâve been gone MIA in like forever I donât know whoâs here anymore đ⌠so Iâm not tagging specific people.
****
School psychologists aren't supposed to write books or diaries about sex. Doing so would be considered 'unethical' and 'a fireable offense'. Lucky for you, ethics was never my strong suit.
****
January 3rd
New year. New start? No. Same shit, different year. It hasnât always been âbadâ though.
There was a time in my life where I was; wild, fun, happy. I was living the time of my life. As if there was no tomorrow. No worries. Anxiety- what anxiety? No sleep. It didnât matter to me. Caffeine was my best friend as well as Liv. Both getting me through each day. Thinking back to those days- I was vulnerable. The reason why⌠HIM.
The man who has not been named âout loudâ in nearly a decade. However, just recently the memories keep flooding in my mind. Iâm not sure why? As much as I try to erase them, they return immediately. Today I spent the afternoon vacantly staring at my child as he caused chaos around me. Typical toddler, some may suggest. My boy- he wasâŚis, a blessing. To begin with, I wasnât sure if I could be a mother. Half of the time, Iâm surprised that Iâve managed to look after myself all of these years. Motherhood- that was never a high priority in my future when I imagined my fairytale life in my adolescence. Honestly, my only goal in life was to achieve my PHD in Psychology. Oh, how that went âtits upâ.
My husband- he was my saviour five years ago. Most of our close friends and family assumed that Nate was just a rebound. Deep down, I probably believed that too back then. However, he proved everyone wrong- including myself. For the last five years heâs provided for me but for also for Preston. Most people would think that I sound ungrateful for the life that I have. Maybe I am?
The majority would dream for what I have; the wonderful house outside the city. The opportunity to not have to work for now- the life of a typical housewife. The privilege to own nice yet expensive cars due to Nateâs promotion. And not forgetting the support from Prestonâs nanny- Ioana. Why isnât all of this enough for me? I often thinkâŚWhat if, I had never agreed to that coffee date with Nate on our first meeting? Would my life have been any different? Could I have rekindled with the man who made me feel invisible- electrified? The intimacy with him. God, I miss it. I miss him. Back then, I was caught up in the euphoria of the moment. âFor better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and health, to love and cherish, until parted by deathâ I keep reminding myself about the vows that we made- âI am happily marriedâ. But, is that true?
âShit!â Looking at her watch, Riley realised that the day had rapidly disappeared. Nate could be returning home at any point.
âMommy, youâŚ.â
âI know, Preston. Iâm sorry I said a naughty word.â Scrutinising the mess surrounding them- Riley deleted all of what she had noted down, before rushing around like a headless chicken in her night wear still. Hearing the door open, she panicked slightly before recognising the familiar face. Phew.
âExcuse me, Miss Riley- but your sister and Mr Liam have just got here. I can take Preston for his bath if youâd like?â
Shit.
âErm, Ioana- let them in, Iâll quickly run upstairs and make myself decent. Preston, honey- why donât you show Ioana the train track that we made earlier on? Itâs amazing isnât it?â
âOkay, Mommy.â
âI donât know why they are here?!â Ioana provided a soft smile towards Riley as she mouthed this and guested that she would be one minute.
Running back downstairs dodging the washing and stray toys, Riley realised that she had two missed calls and voicemails.
Hey, girl.
Sorry I didnât return your call earlier on. Itâs been a busy crazy day. Iâm back in the city- you sounded a bit upset on the voicemail. Meet up, tomorrow? Let me know.
Hello beautiful,
Just to let you know, Iâm running slightly behind tonight. Emergency meeting with Katrina and âthe big boy bossesâ. I hopefully wonât be too long. I will grab some food at work- just see to yourself and Preston. Love you.
âNothing new there, then. Working late again wasnât expecting that at all- oh silly, me. Heâs probably so far up her arseâŚ..â
âRiley.â Lindsey shouted interrupting her sisters negative thoughts regarding her husband and his new boss.
âHey guys. Sorry about the mess. Erm⌠it was Nateâs first day back at work and myself and Preston are still in the holiday mood. We still need to get back into the normal routine⌠anywayâŚ. What are you doing here?â Lindsey and Liam gave each other a look- they both didnât know how to âsweet talkâ the discussion that they needed to have with Riley.
âWell⌠we havenât seen you since Christmas. So we thought that weâd pay you a visit.â
âIt was less than two weeks ago, weâve gone months without seeing each other before.â
âErmâŚâ Lindsey stuttered which encouraged Liam to continue the conversation. âWell we know that Nate is working longer hours now- we know that you have Ioana for company but if you wanted a different change of sceneryâŚ. We are here. Always.â Focusing her attention towards her sister instead of Liam - Lindsey provided a sheepish smile towards Riley.
âLinz youâve always been a rubbish liar. Whatâs the real reason as to why youâve spontaneously shown up here?â
âIoana, are you okay looking after Preston for a couple of extra hours whilst we take Riley to the city? Mommyâs night off. I believe she deserves it?â
âOf course, Mr Liam. That is no problem. I agree, Miss Riley should go and enjoy herself.â
****
New York is a city of diversity and dynamism. As well as a city of politics, economy and culture. Even though I donât live within the city anymore- this is home. The natural feeling of âhomeâ occurs every time that I enter the city. Each corner has a different story to tell. Mixed emotions. Memories both bad and good that will last a lifetime.
To begin with- Riley kept looking over her shoulder in the bars that the trio had entered. Was there some hope that she could see him? If there was to be an unexpected meeting she wasnât quite sure on how to react. Due to anxiety and nerves - Riley began to take advantage of the alcohol as well as the child free night. The last known location for the man in question was California. Because of this she began to let her hair loose - something which pleased Lindsey but also worried her at the same time.
âLivâs flat is literally next door. Iâll just go and surprise her and see if she wants to join us, okay?â
âOkay, weâll get you both a drink. Gin and tonic?â Liam asked.
âNo, make it two JD and cokes. Itâs what myself and Liv always had during our⌠fun⌠days. Nights. MorningsâŚ. Iâll be two minutes.â
âLiam- JD and coke, minus the JD for Ri.â Lindsey whispered to her husband, as they watched Riley enter the flat safely.
âI think she will need a coffee rather than fizzy pop to attempt to conceal the alcohol consumption from Nate. When Riley returns with or without Liv we are telling her the truth, Linz. Olivia will be the extra support that she may require.â
****
âSurprise!â
âRi⌠what are you doing here? I suggested to meet up tomorrow on the voicemail.â
âYeah I know, butâŚ.â Stumbling against the wall, Olivia stepped out quickly shutting the door quietly.
âAre you drunk?â
âNo! Maybe. Only, slightly.â Shrugging her shoulders, she knew that Nate would berate her for being in this position. However, she didnât care for now.
âAnyway Linz and Liam sort of dragged me out to the city- because I can never get out, I thought you could join me- us. Like old timesâŚ. But obviously old times were just you and I. Itâll be fun thoughâŚ. I need to talk to you anywayâŚ. Iâve been having these weird dreams. Memories keep rushing back of me and himâŚ.â Before Riley could continue with her word vomit - Olivia prevented her from continuing.
âNow isnât a good timeâŚ.Iâm still jet-lagged from Paris. Tomorrow would better, honey. For me. I can come to you⌠or you could come back to the city with Preston. Whichever is easierâŚ.â
âWhoâs Preston?â Standing frozen as if she had seen a ghost, Rileyâs brain began to shrivel and not function properly. âIâm assuming heâs the new lucky man in your life?â Not responding to the questions- Riley couldnât distinguish reality from fantasy.
The majority of characters belong to Pixelberry from The Royal Romance/Heir.
Series warnings â ď¸: Adult language, sexual.
Based on the Netflix series- Sex/life. Some situations are based on canon.
Tags: Because Iâve been gone MIA in like forever I donât know whoâs here anymore đ⌠so Iâm not tagging specific people.
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School psychologists aren't supposed to write books or diaries about sex. Doing so would be considered 'unethical' and 'a fireable offense'. Lucky for you, ethics was never my strong suit.
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January 3rd
New year. New start? No. Same shit, different year. It hasnât always been âbadâ though.
There was a time in my life where I was; wild, fun, happy. I was living the time of my life. As if there was no tomorrow. No worries. Anxiety- what anxiety? No sleep. It didnât matter to me. Caffeine was my best friend as well as Liv. Both getting me through each day. Thinking back to those days- I was vulnerable. The reason why⌠HIM.
The man who has not been named âout loudâ in nearly a decade. However, just recently the memories keep flooding in my mind. Iâm not sure why? As much as I try to erase them, they return immediately. Today I spent the afternoon vacantly staring at my child as he caused chaos around me. Typical toddler, some may suggest. My boy- he wasâŚis, a blessing. To begin with, I wasnât sure if I could be a mother. Half of the time, Iâm surprised that Iâve managed to look after myself all of these years. Motherhood- that was never a high priority in my future when I imagined my fairytale life in my adolescence. Honestly, my only goal in life was to achieve my PHD in Psychology. Oh, how that went âtits upâ.
My husband- he was my saviour five years ago. Most of our close friends and family assumed that Nate was just a rebound. Deep down, I probably believed that too back then. However, he proved everyone wrong- including myself. For the last five years heâs provided for me but for also for Preston. Most people would think that I sound ungrateful for the life that I have. Maybe I am?
The majority would dream for what I have; the wonderful house outside the city. The opportunity to not have to work for now- the life of a typical housewife. The privilege to own nice yet expensive cars due to Nateâs promotion. And not forgetting the support from Prestonâs nanny- Ioana. Why isnât all of this enough for me? I often thinkâŚWhat if, I had never agreed to that coffee date with Nate on our first meeting? Would my life have been any different? Could I have rekindled with the man who made me feel invisible- electrified? The intimacy with him. God, I miss it. I miss him. Back then, I was caught up in the euphoria of the moment. âFor better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and health, to love and cherish, until parted by deathâ I keep reminding myself about the vows that we made- âI am happily marriedâ. But, is that true?
âShit!â Looking at her watch, Riley realised that the day had rapidly disappeared. Nate could be returning home at any point.
âMommy, youâŚ.â
âI know, Preston. Iâm sorry I said a naughty word.â Scrutinising the mess surrounding them- Riley deleted all of what she had noted down, before rushing around like a headless chicken in her night wear still. Hearing the door open, she panicked slightly before recognising the familiar face. Phew.
âExcuse me, Miss Riley- but your sister and Mr Liam have just got here. I can take Preston for his bath if youâd like?â
Shit.
âErm, Ioana- let them in, Iâll quickly run upstairs and make myself decent. Preston, honey- why donât you show Ioana the train track that we made earlier on? Itâs amazing isnât it?â
âOkay, Mommy.â
âI donât know why they are here?!â Ioana provided a soft smile towards Riley as she mouthed this and guested that she would be one minute.
Running back downstairs dodging the washing and stray toys, Riley realised that she had two missed calls and voicemails.
Hey, girl.
Sorry I didnât return your call earlier on. Itâs been a busy crazy day. Iâm back in the city- you sounded a bit upset on the voicemail. Meet up, tomorrow? Let me know.
Hello beautiful,
Just to let you know, Iâm running slightly behind tonight. Emergency meeting with Katrina and âthe big boy bossesâ. I hopefully wonât be too long. I will grab some food at work- just see to yourself and Preston. Love you.
âNothing new there, then. Working late again wasnât expecting that at all- oh silly, me. Heâs probably so far up her arseâŚ..â
âRiley.â Lindsey shouted interrupting her sisters negative thoughts regarding her husband and his new boss.
âHey guys. Sorry about the mess. Erm⌠it was Nateâs first day back at work and myself and Preston are still in the holiday mood. We still need to get back into the normal routine⌠anywayâŚ. What are you doing here?â Lindsey and Liam gave each other a look- they both didnât know how to âsweet talkâ the discussion that they needed to have with Riley.
âWell⌠we havenât seen you since Christmas. So we thought that weâd pay you a visit.â
âIt was less than two weeks ago, weâve gone months without seeing each other before.â
âErmâŚâ Lindsey stuttered which encouraged Liam to continue the conversation. âWell we know that Nate is working longer hours now- we know that you have Ioana for company but if you wanted a different change of sceneryâŚ. We are here. Always.â Focusing her attention towards her sister instead of Liam - Lindsey provided a sheepish smile towards Riley.
âLinz youâve always been a rubbish liar. Whatâs the real reason as to why youâve spontaneously shown up here?â
âIoana, are you okay looking after Preston for a couple of extra hours whilst we take Riley to the city? Mommyâs night off. I believe she deserves it?â
âOf course, Mr Liam. That is no problem. I agree, Miss Riley should go and enjoy herself.â
****
New York is a city of diversity and dynamism. As well as a city of politics, economy and culture. Even though I donât live within the city anymore- this is home. The natural feeling of âhomeâ occurs every time that I enter the city. Each corner has a different story to tell. Mixed emotions. Memories both bad and good that will last a lifetime.
To begin with- Riley kept looking over her shoulder in the bars that the trio had entered. Was there some hope that she could see him? If there was to be an unexpected meeting she wasnât quite sure on how to react. Due to anxiety and nerves - Riley began to take advantage of the alcohol as well as the child free night. The last known location for the man in question was California. Because of this she began to let her hair loose - something which pleased Lindsey but also worried her at the same time.
âLivâs flat is literally next door. Iâll just go and surprise her and see if she wants to join us, okay?â
âOkay, weâll get you both a drink. Gin and tonic?â Liam asked.
âNo, make it two JD and cokes. Itâs what myself and Liv always had during our⌠fun⌠days. Nights. MorningsâŚ. Iâll be two minutes.â
âLiam- JD and coke, minus the JD for Ri.â Lindsey whispered to her husband, as they watched Riley enter the flat safely.
âI think she will need a coffee rather than fizzy pop to attempt to conceal the alcohol consumption from Nate. When Riley returns with or without Liv we are telling her the truth, Linz. Olivia will be the extra support that she may require.â
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âSurprise!â
âRi⌠what are you doing here? I suggested to meet up tomorrow on the voicemail.â
âYeah I know, butâŚ.â Stumbling against the wall, Olivia stepped out quickly shutting the door quietly.
âAre you drunk?â
âNo! Maybe. Only, slightly.â Shrugging her shoulders, she knew that Nate would berate her for being in this position. However, she didnât care for now.
âAnyway Linz and Liam sort of dragged me out to the city- because I can never get out, I thought you could join me- us. Like old timesâŚ. But obviously old times were just you and I. Itâll be fun thoughâŚ. I need to talk to you anywayâŚ. Iâve been having these weird dreams. Memories keep rushing back of me and himâŚ.â Before Riley could continue with her word vomit - Olivia prevented her from continuing.
âNow isnât a good timeâŚ.Iâm still jet-lagged from Paris. Tomorrow would better, honey. For me. I can come to you⌠or you could come back to the city with Preston. Whichever is easierâŚ.â
âWhoâs Preston?â Standing frozen as if she had seen a ghost, Rileyâs brain began to shrivel and not function properly. âIâm assuming heâs the new lucky man in your life?â Not responding to the questions- Riley couldnât distinguish reality from fantasy.
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Lately, Iâve spent a lot of time going through my pictures of Drake and Ava, looking for some much-needed inspiration. In doing so, I realized that I have a whole lot of âHoneymoonâ related pictures. (Bless these two and their aversion to clothing! đ) These pictures made me SO nostalgic, which led me to reread my Honeymoon fic, If you could only see (which got its name from my quintessential Drava song by Tonicâ¤)
So I was going to make myself a Honeymoon mood board to look at when I needed some inspirationâŚbut there are SO MANY pics that it just looked a godawful mess!Â
Luckily for me, Iâm blessed to have some incredibly talented, generous, and loving friends and my lovely @ao719 solved my dilemma. đ
So, my sweet cosmic soul sister AnitahâŚthank you so much for this. 𼰠Iâm beyond grateful and humbled that you took your time and energy to make this for me. You are an angel on earth and I love you more than words can express. Â
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Iâm still alive just about âşď¸đ¤Ł âŚ.
Sorry for the long hiatus, life has been hectic and kind of taken over! Moving house, work, three children, holidays, planning a weddingâŚâŚ I have no energy left đ
Whilst Iâve been away I have been writing âone shotsâ based on my current life and attempting to do some writing that people have asked specifically for in the past đŹ
These include pairings of; Drake x Riley, Liam x Riley, Drake x Madeleine and Riley x ?
I am determined to post these ASAP! I promise â¤ď¸ I just need to get my MOJO back đŞđź
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Summary: Riley claims her prizeâand her princeâafter the ring toss game in Applewood.
Warning: 18+ content. By reading under the cut, you are acknowledging you are an adult and consent to the content below. This fic contains smut.
Authorâs Note: Happy Birthday to my wonder twin, my cohort, my fellow Liam stan, my CU collab, and partner in crime @zaffrenotes. Itâs been a crazy few years and I know weâve supported each other through all the mess. I wanted to have one last hurrah and what better way than to give you smut? Isnât that what friends do? I donât know whether I got him right (you know my writing experience for Liam is very limited and I always get nervous writing for him because I need to do him justice!) but I tried. Only for you! Enjoy my feeble attempts and know I adore you!
Swish. The ring flew across the air in a delicate arc, landing perfectly onto the peg and securing the win. Riley ruefully wished that securing Liamâs hand in marriage was as easy. She felt she had a special connection with the young prince but love wasnât the only determining factor in his search for his bride. For a moment, she allowed herself to take in the significance of the Applewood estate to Liam and his family and to hope that sheâd get her fairy tale ending.
With a gracious smile, Liam turned and offered his congratulations. âI know when to concede to my betters. Well played, Riley.â
âWhat have I wonâ
âUnfortunately, I donât have a prize for you.â
âThen I suppose,â the feisty American suitor teased, âyouâll have to do. Iâve always wanted my own prince.â She threw a saucy wink at him, delighting in the slight crimson that suddenly stained his cheeks as he smiled broadly at her.
âIâm all yours.â
As she closed the distance between them, she dropped her voice, low and sultry. âWhatever will I do with this prince Iâve been awarded.â
As she closed the distance between them, she dropped her voice, low and sultry. âWhatever will I do with this prince Iâve been awarded.â
Liam swallowed, the heat behind her words having their intended effect. They hadnât had much alone time together in the past few days but he longed for a chance to hold her in his arms again. Just the smell of her perfume had him hard thinking of their last encounter. âKind things, I hope,â he countered.
âHmm,â she paused as if in careful thought about her next words. Liam could feel the heat radiating from her body at the close proximity. Riley tapped her mouth with her delicate finger, drawing his eyes to them; he unconsciously licked his lips as the fleeting memory of how they tasted crossed his memory. âBut,â she contributed, âwhereâs the fun of that?â A mischievous twinkle in her eyes hinted at other things.
Liam smiled at the coy game she seemed to be playing. From the moment they met, Riley was a breath of fresh air in his life that he didnât know he needed. Being with her, even in these fleeting moments, was like giving water to a dying man. He wasnât sure heâd be strong enough to give her up should the council decide not to back her as his choice.
âAnd what do you propose, Lady Brooks?â
Riley surveyed their opulent surroundings. âThis was fun,â gesturing to the forgotten ring toss game, âbut I was hoping for some timeâŚalone with youâŚâ
Heat flashed through Liamâs eyes. Lowering his voice, he confessed, âIâm always hoping for time alone with you, Lady Riley.â His eyes darted over her shoulder as inspiration struck. âAnd there is a hedge behind the manor. Secluded. Private. Away from prying eyes.â He arched his eyebrow in challenge, daring her to continue the new game theyâd started.
âAnother maze? Do all your homes have one?â
âWhat can I say? My family enjoys them. Besides,â he added with a sly smirk, âwe had fun there last time, didnât we?â
A flash of memory of their last outdoor adventure crossed Rileyâs brain. It may not have been the intended purpose for them but she has secretly thanked whoever decided to make mazes at the royal estates a thing. Her thoughts returned to that night: the chaseâthe stolen moments in the middle of the mazeâhow full her heart felt when they made love under the stars; yes, she remembered exactly how much fun theyâd had. Liamâs bold words reminded her of it all; her cheeks warmed at his words and she felt her panties dampen at the recollection.
She bit her lip, breathing deeply at the insinuation, and then flashed him a broad grin. Making sure that they were still alone, Riley leaned over and pressed her lips against his, pouring her need and desire for him into the kiss before pulling away. Caught off guard at the sudden end of the kiss, Liam continued to lean forward as if still chasing after her lips.
Liam caught a low whisper of âCatch me if you canâ before the sound of soft footsteps and giggling lead away from him. He managed to open his eyes just in time to see her disappearing into the maze. Any feelings of disappointment quickly disappeared with her happy laughter.
It wasnât meant to be this way, he thought to himself, but Iâm quickly finding myself falling for her. Liam knew the prudent thingâwhat was expected of him as the heirâwas to hold back his personal feelings and think through the decision of his bride with his mind. Logic and reason should govern his choice; the one standing by his side was to lead with him, regardless of how he felt about her. But in his thoughts, at least, he found himself indulging in his private feelings for her. Liam knew that no matter what time they had together, he would enjoy every second of it; they both deserved that much.
Resolved to savor every second he had with Riley, he took off running towards the entrance, knowing his quiet reflections had given her a head start. He found her a few minutes later in the middle of the maze, sitting on the large swing that hung from the aged tree with her legs swinging.
Liam stopped and took the entire scene in; he was mesmerized by the sight of her. His eyes traced along her body, noting the way the sun kissed her skin, a stark contrast to how it looked under the starry sky. His fingers ached to touch her, knowing how soft she felt under his touch. He felt himself slowly getting hard looking at her but with practiced control, he took a deep breath and calmed himself for fear of embarrassment.
Liam couldnât get over the different and intense feelings that Riley somehow had a way of eliciting from him; at any given moment she could calm him down by her mere presence or stir a raging fire that threatened to consume him. He had grown increasingly addicted to the mere idea of her.
Stepping out from the hedges, he greeted her saucy grin with a smirk on his own. âFound you,â he called lightly.
âThat you have, my prince.â
Liam stepped closer towards her. âAnd what should my reward be?â
Without taking her eyes off of him, Riley continued to swing herself, giving off the appearance of innocence as she kicked her legs into the air. Liam stopped in his tracks and took a sharp breath. He wanted to shake his head. I must be seeing this, he concluded. Thereâs no way sheâsâŚsurely she was wearing them before? Donât all ladiesâ His thoughts were interrupted by another flash as Riley continued to swing. As she pitched forward, the hem of her dress fluttered up, revealing her bareness.
âIâwhyââ
Riley smiled at Liamâs seemingly disbelief. Deciding to act as if she had no idea what caused Liam to be flummoxed, she touched her feet to the ground and stopped her movements. Riley sat in her seat and enjoyed the sight of the young prince as his brain struggled to catch up to what heâd seen.
Twisting from side to side, Riley coquettishly asked, âYes, my prince?â
Liam swallowed hard, licking his suddenly dry lips. âLady Rileyââ
âTell me what you want,â she breathed, a slight tinge of desperation leaking through her voice.
For the first time, Liam noticed how her dilated pupils were filled with passion and the way her breathing grew deeper. He detected the way she pressed her thighs together, as if she were trying to relieve herself, and the way she bit her lip trying not to give her game away. This woman in front of him wanted him as much as he wanted her; the mere thought of it was intoxicating. He realized in this moment he wanted nothing more than her and to claim her as his.
Without thinking, he declared, âYou. I want you.â
Liam surged toward, covering her lips with his. He set a bruising pace with his kiss, intent on devouring and tasting all of her. Riley whimpered and let go of the swing, clinging on to him but the unsteady momentum propelled her into him, slamming their bodies together. The motion forced them to pull away from each other to steady themselves; they breathed heavily, trying to catch their breath from their passionate embrace.
âRiley,â he whispered huskily.
Riley nodded in understanding. They didnât need to exchange further words; the couple were desperate to feel one another. Moving Liam in front of the swing, she slowly got on her knees. Her small hand reached out to undo his button. Rileyâs eyes travelled up Liamâs body and the sight took her breath away. He watched her with flushed cheeks and fiery eyes; the heat burned brightly, threatening to consume them both.
I love seeing him like this, she thought to herself. No one but me gets to see him this way. The bold thought of possessiveness thrilled her. Without hesitation, Riley undid his buttons and quickly pulled down his pants and underwear with them, letting them pool at his feet. Then she leaned over, taking his head into her mouth.
Liam groaned at the feel of her wet lips on him. Throwing his head back, he allowed himself to get lost in the sensation of her warm mouth surrounding him. Liam had never known a woman like her, someone who got him out of his own head and made him carefree even amongst the whirlwind of events going on around them.
Her tiny whimpers brought him back to the present and he looked down at her. Watching her masterfully work his throbbing cock in her mouth quickly grew to be one of his favorite images, next to othersâall seeming to feature her. Liam felt her swirl her tongue across his head and he knew he wouldn't last much longer if she continued to work him with her magic tongue.
âRiley,â he groaned in a strained voice as he pulled her off. Liam struggled to breathe, wanting to prolong their encounter, despite the limited time. He had to feel her, all of her, before it was over.
Riley understood Liamâs pleas; she needed him as well and time was short. Riley stood up, brushing off her knees, before pushing him onto the swing. Liam seated himself comfortable on the cool wood seat, watching her every moment. Lifting up her dress, Riley revealed what he suspected: she was bare underneath her dress. Liamâs sharp breath quickly turned into a heated stare as Riley met his eyes in challenge; a small smirk tugged at the corner of her mouth.
Carefully, Riley climbed onto the swing facing him, placing her legs on either side of his body. Liam held them in place as they maneuvered themselves into a comfortable position. With one hand still on the rope, he reached down and grabbed hold of himself with his free one. Slowly, he dragged himself through her folds, coating his hard cock with her juices.
âIs that for me? Are you wet for me?â he groaned, continuing to slide himself back and forth between her lips.
She whined, grinding herself closer to him, desperate to feel more friction.
âTell me, what do you want?â
Knowing he would hold back unless she answered, Riley breathed, âYou. I want you, Liam.â
Satisfied, Liam lined himself with her entrance, finally allowing her to lower herself onto him. He pressed his face into the crook of her neck, groaning loudly as she slowly sunk onto him, swallowing him up inch by delicious inch. Liam pulled back, wanting to watch her face as he filled her up. Once he was buried deep inside her, they both paused to let her adjust to his size.
Though theyâd made love several times, it always took Riley a few seconds to get used to how big he was. She took a deep breath, willing her body to relax; she loved the way he stretched her out. Liam watched her expression, savoring these stolen moments. Soon her body adjusted and Riley looked up, meeting his own heated stare with one equally filled with passionâand love.
âPlease, Liam,â she begged.
Given the permission to continue, he didnât hesitate and started to pump his legs, pushing them both on the swing while she held onto him tightly. Riley let out a low moan as they swung back and forth in the air, the rhythm ebbing and flowing with each pass. The rocking motion of him thrusting his legs to keep the swing moving sent delicious tingles down both their spines.
The quicker Liam pumped his legs, the faster and deeper he pushed himself inside her. Liam grunted with exertion, loving how tight she felt around him. Her slick covered them both, dripping down onto his lap. Rileyâs desperate whines grew louder despite both knowing the need to keep quiet; as secluded as they were from prying eyes, they knew the walls still had ears. But the closer they got, the harder it was to keep quietâand the less they cared about anything other than chasing their release.
âLiam,â she whined.
âShh,â he cooed, âI know. Youâre doing so well. Such a good girl.â Seeing her as a needy mess made Liam harder than he was before. With sudden urgency, he wanted her to reach her climax before he was too lost in his own desires. âCum for me,â he growled. âBe my good girl and let go.â
Something inside Riley snapped at his command. She moaned louder, lowering her head into the crook of his neck to try to muffle the noise as she ground her pelvis into his. Liam thrust rapidly into her, desperately chasing his release. He continued to pump his legs, pushing himself further into her until he hit the right spongy spot deep inside her. Riley let out a cry, clenching her muscles tightly around him, squeezing him like a vice grip. He erupted soon afterwards, sending them both over the edge. They both cried out in release, shouting without considering their surroundings.
Luckily, the dinner bell that rang distantly in the background covered up their moans of passion. Realizing just how lucky they were to have the end of their tryst be covered by the loud clanging bells that signaled the start of dinner at the manor, they broke into a peel of laughter. Liam slowed the swing down, allowing them to savor the last few moments together. He gazed at Riley in adoration. He wasnât entirely sure of their future but he knew he was happy here, with her, in this moment.
Riley was first to break the spell. âThatâs one way to work up an appetite for dinner,â she teased with a small grin.
Liam blew out a deep breath, still trying to regulate his breathing. âI always did like my dessert first.â
The happy pair laughed, knowing their time had come to an end. Liam leaned over and pressed a gentle kiss to Rileyâs lips, pouring the unspoken words into it; they both knew these stolen moments made the entire season worthwhile.