Our friendship fell into our laps. The right place, the right time. We were for keeps. Until we blurred the line of love and friendship. Our love story hasn’t been easy. Right place. Wrong time. Wrong place. Right time. We’ve felt heartache as heavily as we’ve caused it. As deep as we love one another, we can’t seem to fight hard enough at the same time. Our friendship was for keeps. Will our love last for always?
Enslaved by the memories of my past, I hide away in plain sight. Happy to be viewed as the disgruntled daughter, the storm to my sister's sunshine. To the outside world, I'm a loner. Inside my little bubble, I'm lonely.
I lost myself and I'm afraid to find the girl I used to be. She was weak. A word I refuse to be defined by any longer.
Enter Rocco Shay. I hated him. Until I didn't...
I pushed the chaos of my life into his, begrudgingly and unapologetically.
Boys and girls can’t be just friends. A lie made up by overprotective fathers afraid of the illustrious teenage boy and his uncontrollable hormones.
Reid and I were the exception to the rule. Best friends. A friendship bound with the spit in our palms and the gospel of a crossed heart. I lasted four years before the cliche caught me. Another four before my truth surged forward with an attempt at a kiss and a drunken confession.
Ten years on, Reid Rivere is Hollywood’s golden boy. Ten years on, and I, Roxy Monroe have found myself embroiled in another cliche... at least I’m consistent.
Men and women can’t be just friends. I’m starting to learn that the hard way.
Luca St. Kelly was a perfectly timed distraction. A temptation that quickly morphed into addiction. He’s closed off, and volatile. A self-proclaimed jerk... yet, I can’t seem to get enough. Hey... heartbreak... ‘sup old friend.....
Francesca Walker is certifiable. That’s one thing I’m sure of. That, and certain parts of my body really seem to like her. Yeah... I know that too. She strutted into my life, a complication I didn’t need but definitely wanted. I convinced myself I could handle her, problem is that measly organ beating in my chest, yeah, I didn’t quite factor him into the equation. Hey... heartbreak... f*ck you!!
Codi Rein is a means to an end. A bloody and vengeful penance for wrong doing. She was our way to inflict pain and suffering on those who took away what was most important to us. She was supposed to be a no one. Insignificant. She wasn’t supposed to make me smile. She wasn’t supposed to make me laugh. She sure wasn’t supposed to make me feel something other than hate. She wasn’t supposed to make me love her. She was a means to an end. Now the bloody and vengeful end looks to be mine. Because it now comes down to love or loyalty and it’s on me to decide what reigns absolute; heart or family.
