“Is something wrong?” I ask. My sister Diana has been standing behind me and trying to zip up my dress for five minutes.
“Nothing’s wrong,” she says in a voice full of false cheer.
I sigh. “The dress is too small now, isn’t it?” For the past three weeks, I’ve kept myself on a strict diet, eating mostly salads and grilled chicken. However, last night, I panic-ate a bucket of fried chicken and half a tray of brownies, which is why my sister is currently having trouble zipping up my wedding dress.
Most brides would freak the hell out if…
Hello, beautiful people!
In case you missed it, I recently published Dear Mr. Chairman, I Want to Have Your Baby on Medium. A summary of the story:
I have a crush on Mr. Lee, the chairman of the board at O’Connell, Thompson, and Taylor Enterprises, the company where I clean.
One night, I get a little tipsy and blurt out to him, “You’re so freaking hot. I want to have your baby.”
To my surprise, he ends up taking my words seriously…
It’s completely OTT and ridiculous, but I enjoyed writing it, and I hope you enjoy reading it!
My stepsister Lan is fucking weird.
And I know that makes me sound like a judgmental asshole, but she really is fucking weird.
First of all, she doesn’t eat anything cooked. I’ve seen her devour crowns of broccoli, handfuls of potatoes, and spears of asparagus — all uncooked. I’ve even seen her wolf down a steak totally raw. Her dad — my stepdad — says she’s on the paleo diet, but I have friends on the paleo diet, and they cook their meat.
Second, she dresses like a homeless person. Again, I know I sound like a judgmental asshole. However…
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FOUR MONTHS LATER
I place my hand on my swollen belly, smiling when I feel the kicks of our twins. When Lucas and I found out that I would be giving birth to a son and a daughter, we were overwhelmed with joy.
I search the crowd of faces for my mom and dad. A huge grin lights up my face. I still can’t believe that my parents are actually going to live here in America instead of an ocean away from me.
When the doctor confirmed my pregnancy, Lucas wanted to get…
I take a deep breath as I stand under the hot water. I’m thinking of you, and the thought of your big hands touching me makes me even hotter.
When I told my husband that you wanted to stay with us while your house is undergoing renovations, Kevin gritted his teeth and said, “Absolutely not.”
Clenching my own teeth, I asked, “Why not?”
“Isn’t he rich? Why can’t he stay at a hotel or something?”
“He’s my brother,” I said, exasperated.
“He doesn’t act like it,” Kevin muttered.
I had to resist the urge to wince. As much as I…
In my sophomore year of college, my mom was helping me unpack my things in my dorm room. Let me tell you something about Mom —I love her, but she is pretty gosh darn conservative. Not politically, but sex was something that was absolutely NOT DISCUSSED in our house. One time, she caught me watching Bridgerton and gave me an hour-long lecture about how good girls didn’t watch porn.
After opening one of my boxes, she narrowed her eyes. She asked me in a low voice, “What is this, Isla?”
My face paled when she lifted a dildo, a…
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Although I have absolutely zero doubts about Lucas’s wealth, he insists on showing me his recent bank statements. My eyes almost fall out of my head at the huge numbers on the papers. He not only has enough money to provide for me and my family, but he probably also has enough money to provide for, like, a quarter of Vietnam.
“So obviously, you don’t have to work,” he says.
What it would be like to be the wife of a multimillionaire… Still, I can’t help glancing at the clock. …