The F**K It List E-Book

Cecile Tellier

• Herausgeber: Cecile Tellier
• Kategorie: Gesellschafts- und Liebesromane
• Sprache: Englisch

Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2024

Beschreibung

When you've been married most of your adult life and suddenly have a divorce, how do you reenter the dating or sex arena?
When you are a married couple spicing things up on your anniversary and are instantly attracted to a woman...what do you do?
Add Mafia connections, near-death experiences, and full-on amazing sparks? It's not to be missed in this new addition to the bad boys of Boston!

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The F**K It List

CECILE TELLIER

Copyright

Copyright © 2024 by Cecile Tellier

All rights reserved.

No part of this book may be reproduced in any form or by any electronic or mechanical means, including information storage and retrieval systems, without written permission from the author, except for the use of brief quotations in a book review.

Contents

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

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Chapter 1

About the Author

One

-Abigail-

Boston in the summer is always an exciting mix of bustling crowds, various weather conditions, and, most importantly, weddings. I was in my glory when I went to my office on this stormy, humid July day to plan four weddings until I answered the door to my Cambridge office.

The man from the Sheriff’s office stood there in his uniform. I wondered if he had the wrong address or was lost. “Can I help you?”

“Are you Abigail Myers?” The officer asked.

“I am, yes. Is something wrong?”

“I’m sorry, I’m here to serve you papers. Here they are. Your court date is right there.” He pointed to the top of the petition. I blinked and then looked up at him.

“I…thank you. Is that all you need from me?” I asked hoarsely.

“Yes, please sign this stating that you received them.” The suddenly soft tone of his voice alerted me that I was reacting visibly in my business.

“Of course, I’m sorry.” I forced my voice steady as I signed the paperwork and waited for him to leave. When the door closed, I leaned against it.

The irony of a wedding planner being divorced without warning by their spouse made me laugh.

I wasn’t even sure what the appropriate response to a surprise divorce was. We had been living in the same bedroom until this morning. I picked up my phone with shaky hands and dialed Trevor. Should I even call him my husband at this point? What is the term for future ex-husband?

I didn’t have time to think about it before the phone picked up. “Yes, Abigail?”

I laughed again. I couldn’t help it. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to bother you after you served me with divorce papers. Were you planning to tell me this was happening?”

“I hardly think this is a laughing matter, Abigail. Yes, I had planned to, but events progressed before I could.” He almost sounded apologetic.

“What -events- exactly Trevor? You realize we were literally in the same house as of this morning. No fights, no deal-enders, no fatal errors. We haven’t even discussed the next steps in any of this!” I covered my mouth, taking a breath to calm down. I had clients in the conference room tasting cakes.

“Not for you, no. I have been seeing someone else. I meant to end things between you and me sooner, but we both are so busy that having time to discuss it was difficult. I got her pregnant, Abi.” His voice broke at the end of the sentence.

“Well, far be it from me to get in the way. You’re a lawyer. What’s the plan?” I rubbed my eyes and exhaled slowly, forcing myself to be calm.

“I moved out, but we should sell the house and split the money. You don’t need me, Abigail. You never have. She does.”

“I didn’t realize that was a bad thing. Well, it seems like you have everything thought out. I’ll see you at court then.” I hung up before I could let out the rage that was building.

Brushing myself off, I stood up, put the papers on my desk, took five fortifying breaths, returned to the conference room, and plastered a smile that would win pageants.

“Have we found a cake?” I asked the young man and woman sitting at the conference table, feeding each other little bits of sample cakes.

“Yes! We love this strawberry and vanilla whipped cream one. Thank you again for finding the bakery for us!” The blonde’s smile settled some of the angry nerves I had left from the call.

“Absolutely! That’s my job! I can’t have you worrying about the small details of your big day. Have you found a dress yet?” I noticed how her fiancée watched her and winced inwardly at their love.

“We did… I’m getting my mother’s dress customized. I’m wearing Eric’s Mother’s veil.” The sweetness was almost more than I could take right now.

“What a wonderful way to honor them both,” I added before sliding the paperwork for the cake choice in front of them and sitting down. I would get through this day even if it meant pretending everything was fine.

We spent the next three hours going through the wedding details, from the venue, flowers, cake, attendees, table settings, and reception. As I waved goodbye to the happy pair, I locked the front door of my office and walked the short block to Central Station. I am glad I prefer the subway to driving, as I don’t think I would have been safe behind the wheel. All I want to do now is let loose all the pent-up emotions I struggled with.

I managed to get through the change in subway stops from the red line to the green before I walked to our condo. The minute I walked into the unit, I grabbed the couch cushion, buried my face in it, and screamed as loudly as possible. I lived in a relatively quiet area, but I didn’t want to end up with police visiting again.

When I had no air left to yell, I picked up my phone.

“Hey, what’s up? Don’t you have CrossFit today?” Celeste’s voice came across the speakerphone.

“I am not going. What I am is getting divorced.” I spoke and hated the way my voice warbled again.

“What are you talking about? Did you have this idea today?” The sound of a loud car horn blared in the background. “Go fuck yourself, it’s a crosswalk!”

“I’m not the one pulling the plug, Celeste. He has a whole girlfriend, and he knocked her up!” I let the anger and confusion unleash.

“JESUS! Okay, I’m coming over, and I’ll be there in half an hour. I’m bringing dinner and drinks.” Celeste hung up before I could argue.

I had never felt less grounded than right now. I told myself that everything would be fine, that I’d get over the shock, and that I’d figure out what to do next.

I slid down the wall next to my front door and buried my face in my hands. I let out angry tears and allowed myself to wallow in the chaos that was my life. I’d rally later, but for now, I succumbed.

* * *

-Liam-

“No, Alex!” The shout out of nowhere from the man standing in front of Alex’s desk in our office downtown caused me to jolt.

“You said your boss wants revenge on the Gallo family, didn’t you?” Alex calmly asked.

“Well, yes, I did.” The man puffed his chest out as though that alone would convince us.

“Then why would you be offended by my asking who the revenge is for? Most of our clients aren’t exactly requesting us anonymously.” Alex’s wary eyes watched the man, but his facial expression was blank. To anyone else, he would seem merely inquisitive.

“Fine, it’s for colleagues who lost money when Richard Cottrell got arrested.” The man put his hands on Alex’s desk and leaned down.

Alex smiled before standing up and motioning to the man to remove his hands as though he were a toddler. “Interesting. We will still have to decline. If your clients want to become ours, they can see us themselves.”

Alex smiled his beautiful shark-like grin, and I watched the disgruntled man storm out. As the door closed behind him, I looked over at Alex.

“Don’t give me that look.” He grumbled.

I blinked innocently. I was never as good at hiding my emotions as Alex. “What look?”

Alex stood up and walked toward me. His movement reminded me of a lion stalking its prey. Alex’s eyes never left mine as he pushed his hands against my chest until I backed into the door.

Quick fingers reached around me and turned the lock with a resounding click. “You know damn well the look I am referring to. Say what is on your mind, Liam.” His voice was the deep velvet that served as a warning for both bad and good.

“I think the way you handled him was impressive, that’s all,” I mumbled. No other man alive could dazzle me quite like he could.

I froze when he grasped my chin between his thumb and pointer finger. “What about how I handle you, sweet boy?”.

I felt my pulse race as my cook hardened in my pants. I could never resist when he called me that. “How you “handle” me is nothing short of magnificent.” I bit out hoarsely.

Alex ran his thumb from my chin to trace my lips. “Is that right? Open like a good boy, then. I must be neglecting you.”

I did as he commended. Moaning around his thumb when he pushed it between my lips

“Such a needy, sweet boy. Suck, then. Show me how bad you want me to give you a treat.” Alex’s direct eye contact and voice had me locking my knees.