Getting married to the beast

to assist in carrying a twin while I get the infant into the vehicle. I thanked them and returned home. Arriving at the garage, I turn off the car engine with teary eyes and immediately burst

I entered the lobby, Tyson and his buddy Devin were there. How humiliating that my cheeks are still moist and my eyes a

en in their hands, saying nothing. Thank you, God. When we get to our level, I open the door to find a sleepy Abigail on the sofa. While the guys put the twins in their beds, I silently switch out the lamplight. I pick up Gen

ned from rest. I turn to face the crib, only to discover that the baby has vanished. I feel a wave of terror, but it disappears when I hear Tyson outside my door hushing and cooing the baby. I check the time while turning off the alarm. It's 8:00 a.m., I thought to myse

y face, brush my teeth, arrange my hair, and get ready for work. She sighs and gets up from where she was sitting on my bed when I eventually stop speaking and dancing like a crazy lady. "Your boss phoned from the rest

ash," I continue shakily, "but no, I had to open my lips; I'm sorry, Abigail." She wraps her arms around me and lets me put my head

d smiles slightly. "You know it's all right to weep." I typically speak to myself, "Don't weep; tears are a sign of weakness. Don't weep because tears make you weak." I tell myself this every time I feel like sob

e stay out of problems at school, graduate well; your future relies on you." Tyson makes an escape gesture with his hand. "I'll behave, or at least try." I roll my eyes and mutter, "Please attempt. Goodbye, everyo

t the driver to take me to Starbucks. As he begins driving, I take out my travel-sized mirror and examine myself. I put on ch

l it back to the coffee machine to get my 9:05 client orders ready. I glance at the time and notice that it is 9:00. I watch as our manager unlocks the doors and customers pour in for their morning coffee fix. I start making the F

name repulses me. It makes me want to smash a hole in the wall or, even worse, poke needles in my eyes, so I don't have to look at his haughty expression. I put on a mask and speak through my teeth. "I didn't realize you brought a pal, Chris." He casts a glance behind him and adds, "Suzette, I usually bring a buddy, but you never see him since he has been i

en I turn around, my boss says, "Suzette, you need to sit over there with those two males." I glance where he's pointing and stare at him as if he's insane. "I'm not going to sit there with those jerks. I'm at work." I turn to go, but my boss replies, "They told me you may say that, and you have no op

ying to make things simpler for you, but if you want to be harsh, I'll let Blayze here tell you." When I stare at Blayze, he puts down his cup of coffee. I recognize it as the Featured Dark Roast. "Let's head to the back," he adds as he rises. I'm fo

ng my eyes. "Not really," Blayze responds, "you have no employment till tomorrow night, and you only have one lesson today at five o'clock in the evening, so you have plenty of time." I gaze at him, my terrified emotion visible. I sit on the chair and

" Chris snatches my arm and begs, "Suzette, please listen to us. I understand you're upset with him for breaching your privacy, but everything was done lawfully." Isn't it great that everything was done legally? "How do I know you're telling the truth

g to understand what th

Blayze. "I need you to pla

ed. You seem to repeat and say what everyone else says. Your prior medical history says nothing concerning a hearing problem." I growl at him, "I don't have a hearing

someone the devil, I must really despise them. I don't hate people, and I certainly don't call them the devil's name, which is cruel and horrible. As you say, he's more like a beast." Blayze clears his throat, directing my attention to him. "You will not be my phony wife until you are co