Alexandra

“Attention.” The tall woman in front of them stood up. Alexandra didn’t want to go anywhere near her, but as the rest of the girls moved forward, she was jostled forward with them. On the other side of the room the group of boys did the same. The woman continued, “As you know, this is the day when you are informed of who your life-mate will be. This is a courtesy as well as a ceremonial initiation into your training. After tonight you will not see your life-mate again until you turn 20, roughly 5 years from now, to perform the official life-mating ceremony.” She pulled out her list of names.

Alexandra stared over at the boys. She was going to be stuck with one of them for the rest of her life because their names were listed next to each other on a paper. True love in the making. Ha.

“Alexandra Royen. Brandon Sauer.” With a brief pause to allow the two of them to step forward and move across from each other, the woman continued on.

Alexandra stared over at the pudgy boy to whom she was now stuck. She was going to have to be top of her class in order to make up for whatever deficits this boy brought to the table.

With great reluctance she extended her hand, her mother’s sharp tone echoing around her head. ‘Manners matter most.’ 

The boy hesitated before taking her hand in a surprisingly firm grip. “You are beautiful.” His gaze was direct and he didn’t smile at her like he was teasing. Surprised, she gaped at him for several seconds.

Glancing down the newly formed line, Alexandra realized that most of the other boys and girls were talking to each other. One couple was already kissing.

Looking back at her future life-mate she laughed. “Thank you. It is a pleasure to meet you.” The boy blushed. She hastily corrected herself mentally; his name was Brandon, not boy. Belatedly she added, “Brandon.”

“Alexandra, I’ll make you proud of me next time you see me.” He stood taller and smiled with a confidence she wasn’t feeling.

After only a few minutes, they were separated once again and led off into different buildings where they would be spending the next 5 years learning, near but apart. Someone higher up had decided years ago that by separating the boys and the girls as they entered their young adult years would allow society to help mold them into what was needed in the community. 

For years Alexandra had heard her parents talk about their own life-mate ceremony with fondness. She had always been skeptical. Now, having met her own future life-mate she was even more skeptical. They said that each young person had been assiduously observed so that the pairings would be successfully matched, but how did that make Alexandra, who couldn’t stand being still for long, the suitable life-mate of a boy who looked as though he didn’t move from his couch most days.

For Alexandra, those five years of training held little meaning, mindless academia that required little effort on her part. She excelled in most every subject and was top of her class. Early on her advisors informed her that she had an aptitude for finance, so her training started immediately.  

However they weren’t allowed to leave the designated outdoor recreational area, so she couldn’t go hiking as she had always done with her family. The treadmill in the small indoor gym became her escape from the stress. In her spare moments she would bring to mind that pudgy boy whom she had spoken to so briefly and wonder how they were ever going to get along. She studied and worked hard instead of dwelling on it. She tried to ignore the other girls when they would start to fantasize with each other about their futures. Alexandra was determined to make her own future.

When the day came for the life-mating ceremony Alexandra shivered in the cool breeze. Headmistress Crent had insisted that each of the girls appear in dresses. Alexandra only had one dress and it was not suited for the cooler air breezing about. Miffed and irritated, she fought to keep her bad mood from showing. She didn’t want the boy, Brandon, to think she was mad at him. That wouldn’t be a great way to start anything.

From where she stood on the cool grass she watched as men strode out of the other building to greet them. Her mind had to completely switch gears. These were no longer young, untried boys. In fact, some of them were very attractive men. She didn’t hold onto any hope that one of the attractive ones would be hers, after all, she had seen him all those years ago. And exercise was not a requirement of their studies. 

Watching impartially as the other girls found their life-mates once again, Alexandra tried to not stare. Looking over the group she didn’t see anyone that looked like the boy she’d met so briefly all those years before. When no one stepped up to her and all the other pairings were complete Alexandra began to panic. What would happen if he wasn’t there? Was she destined to a life alone?

One of the other men with his arm around his life-mate, Karen, stepped closer and whispered, “He’s coming. You have yourself a very ambitious man, always something to prove.”

She had just enough time to breathe a sigh of relief when the door to the men’s building burst open with a bang and a tall athletic mountain of a man came running out. His brisk jog over to the group made sure everyone saw his entrance. He didn’t seem to care, his eyes locked firmly on Alexandra.

This wasn’t the out-of-shape boy she had met years ago. This man was seriously physically fit, and gorgeous. Alexandra had to focus on her breathing. 

When he was less than a foot away from her he slowed just enough to scoop her up and twirl her around, happily laughing. 

“Alexandra!” His new bass voice rumbled as he gripped her close.

“Brandon?” She still hesitated, not able to bring together this man with her memory of him. All thoughts disappeared as he kissed her, allowing the momentum of their spin to slow as she melted into him.

With a sigh, she no longer wondered if she would be physically compatible with her life-mate. There was no doubt she would. And now, the idea of getting the time and chance to discover the rest of the man in front of her seemed intriguing. What had made them compatible?

“Attention.” The tall woman in front of them stood up. Alexandra didn’t want to go anywhere near her, but as the rest of the girls moved forward, she was jostled forward with them. On the other side of the room the group of boys did the same. The woman continued, “As you know, this is the day when you are informed of who your life-mate will be. This is a courtesy as well as a ceremonial initiation into your training. After tonight you will not see your life-mate again until you turn 20, roughly 5 years from now, to perform the official life-mating ceremony.” She pulled out her list of names.

Alexandra stared over at the boys. She was going to be stuck with one of them for the rest of her life because their names were listed next to each other on a paper. True love in the making. Ha.

“Alexandra Royen. Brandon Sauer.” With a brief pause to allow the two of them to step forward and move across from each other, the woman continued on.

Alexandra stared over at the pudgy boy to whom she was now stuck. She was going to have to be top of her class in order to make up for whatever deficits this boy brought to the table.

With great reluctance she extended her hand, her mother’s sharp tone echoing around her head. ‘Manners matter most.’ 

The boy hesitated before taking her hand in a surprisingly firm grip. “You are beautiful.” His gaze was direct and he didn’t smile at her like he was teasing. Surprised, she gaped at him for several seconds.

Glancing down the newly formed line, Alexandra realized that most of the other boys and girls were talking to each other. One couple was already kissing.

Looking back at her future life-mate she laughed. “Thank you. It is a pleasure to meet you.” The boy blushed. She hastily corrected herself mentally; his name was Brandon, not boy. Belatedly she added, “Brandon.”

“Alexandra, I’ll make you proud of me next time you see me.” He stood taller and smiled with a confidence she wasn’t feeling.

After only a few minutes, they were separated once again and led off into different buildings where they would be spending the next 5 years learning, near but apart. Someone higher up had decided years ago that by separating the boys and the girls as they entered their young adult years would allow society to help mold them into what was needed in the community. 

For years Alexandra had heard her parents talk about their own life-mate ceremony with fondness. She had always been skeptical. Now, having met her own future life-mate she was even more skeptical. They said that each young person had been assiduously observed so that the pairings would be successfully matched, but how did that make Alexandra, who couldn’t stand being still for long, the suitable life-mate of a boy who looked as though he didn’t move from his couch most days.

For Alexandra, those five years of training held little meaning, mindless academia that required little effort on her part. She excelled in most every subject and was top of her class. Early on her advisors informed her that she had an aptitude for finance, so her training started immediately.  

However they weren’t allowed to leave the designated outdoor recreational area, so she couldn’t go hiking as she had always done with her family. The treadmill in the small indoor gym became her escape from the stress. In her spare moments she would bring to mind that pudgy boy whom she had spoken to so briefly and wonder how they were ever going to get along. She studied and worked hard instead of dwelling on it. She tried to ignore the other girls when they would start to fantasize with each other about their futures. Alexandra was determined to make her own future.

When the day came for the life-mating ceremony Alexandra shivered in the cool breeze. Headmistress Crent had insisted that each of the girls appear in dresses. Alexandra only had one dress and it was not suited for the cooler air breezing about. Miffed and irritated, she fought to keep her bad mood from showing. She didn’t want the boy, Brandon, to think she was mad at him. That wouldn’t be a great way to start anything.

From where she stood on the cool grass she watched as men strode out of the other building to greet them. Her mind had to completely switch gears. These were no longer young, untried boys. In fact, some of them were very attractive men. She didn’t hold onto any hope that one of the attractive ones would be hers, after all, she had seen him all those years ago. And exercise was not a requirement of their studies. 

Watching impartially as the other girls found their life-mates once again, Alexandra tried to not stare. Looking over the group she didn’t see anyone that looked like the boy she’d met so briefly all those years before. When no one stepped up to her and all the other pairings were complete Alexandra began to panic. What would happen if he wasn’t there? Was she destined to a life alone?

One of the other men with his arm around his life-mate, Karen, stepped closer and whispered, “He’s coming. You have yourself a very ambitious man, always something to prove.”

She had just enough time to breathe a sigh of relief when the door to the men’s building burst open with a bang and a tall athletic mountain of a man came running out. His brisk jog over to the group made sure everyone saw his entrance. He didn’t seem to care, his eyes locked firmly on Alexandra.

This wasn’t the out-of-shape boy she had met years ago. This man was seriously physically fit, and gorgeous. Alexandra had to focus on her breathing. 

When he was less than a foot away from her he slowed just enough to scoop her up and twirl her around, happily laughing. 

“Alexandra!” His new bass voice rumbled as he gripped her close.

“Brandon?” She still hesitated, not able to bring together this man with her memory of him. All thoughts disappeared as he kissed her, allowing the momentum of their spin to slow as she melted into him.

With a sigh, she no longer wondered if she would be physically compatible with her life-mate. There was no doubt she would. And now, the idea of getting the time and chance to discover the rest of the man in front of her seemed intriguing. What had made them compatible?

“Attention.” The tall woman in front of them stood up. Alexandra didn’t want to go anywhere near her, but as the rest of the girls moved forward, she was jostled forward with them. On the other side of the room the group of boys did the same. The woman continued, “As you know, this is the day when you are informed of who your life-mate will be. This is a courtesy as well as a ceremonial initiation into your training. After tonight you will not see your life-mate again until you turn 20, roughly 5 years from now, to perform the official life-mating ceremony.” She pulled out her list of names.

Alexandra stared over at the boys. She was going to be stuck with one of them for the rest of her life because their names were listed next to each other on a paper. True love in the making. Ha.

“Alexandra Royen. Brandon Sauer.” With a brief pause to allow the two of them to step forward and move across from each other, the woman continued on.

Alexandra stared over at the pudgy boy to whom she was now stuck. She was going to have to be top of her class in order to make up for whatever deficits this boy brought to the table.

With great reluctance she extended her hand, her mother’s sharp tone echoing around her head. ‘Manners matter most.’ 

The boy hesitated before taking her hand in a surprisingly firm grip. “You are beautiful.” His gaze was direct and he didn’t smile at her like he was teasing. Surprised, she gaped at him for several seconds.

Glancing down the newly formed line, Alexandra realized that most of the other boys and girls were talking to each other. One couple was already kissing.

Looking back at her future life-mate she laughed. “Thank you. It is a pleasure to meet you.” The boy blushed. She hastily corrected herself mentally; his name was Brandon, not boy. Belatedly she added, “Brandon.”

“Alexandra, I’ll make you proud of me next time you see me.” He stood taller and smiled with a confidence she wasn’t feeling.

After only a few minutes, they were separated once again and led off into different buildings where they would be spending the next 5 years learning, near but apart. Someone higher up had decided years ago that by separating the boys and the girls as they entered their young adult years would allow society to help mold them into what was needed in the community. 

For years Alexandra had heard her parents talk about their own life-mate ceremony with fondness. She had always been skeptical. Now, having met her own future life-mate she was even more skeptical. They said that each young person had been assiduously observed so that the pairings would be successfully matched, but how did that make Alexandra, who couldn’t stand being still for long, the suitable life-mate of a boy who looked as though he didn’t move from his couch most days.

For Alexandra, those five years of training held little meaning, mindless academia that required little effort on her part. She excelled in most every subject and was top of her class. Early on her advisors informed her that she had an aptitude for finance, so her training started immediately.  

However they weren’t allowed to leave the designated outdoor recreational area, so she couldn’t go hiking as she had always done with her family. The treadmill in the small indoor gym became her escape from the stress. In her spare moments she would bring to mind that pudgy boy whom she had spoken to so briefly and wonder how they were ever going to get along. She studied and worked hard instead of dwelling on it. She tried to ignore the other girls when they would start to fantasize with each other about their futures. Alexandra was determined to make her own future.

When the day came for the life-mating ceremony Alexandra shivered in the cool breeze. Headmistress Crent had insisted that each of the girls appear in dresses. Alexandra only had one dress and it was not suited for the cooler air breezing about. Miffed and irritated, she fought to keep her bad mood from showing. She didn’t want the boy, Brandon, to think she was mad at him. That wouldn’t be a great way to start anything.

From where she stood on the cool grass she watched as men strode out of the other building to greet them. Her mind had to completely switch gears. These were no longer young, untried boys. In fact, some of them were very attractive men. She didn’t hold onto any hope that one of the attractive ones would be hers, after all, she had seen him all those years ago. And exercise was not a requirement of their studies. 

Watching impartially as the other girls found their life-mates once again, Alexandra tried to not stare. Looking over the group she didn’t see anyone that looked like the boy she’d met so briefly all those years before. When no one stepped up to her and all the other pairings were complete Alexandra began to panic. What would happen if he wasn’t there? Was she destined to a life alone?

One of the other men with his arm around his life-mate, Karen, stepped closer and whispered, “He’s coming. You have yourself a very ambitious man, always something to prove.”

She had just enough time to breathe a sigh of relief when the door to the men’s building burst open with a bang and a tall athletic mountain of a man came running out. His brisk jog over to the group made sure everyone saw his entrance. He didn’t seem to care, his eyes locked firmly on Alexandra.

This wasn’t the out-of-shape boy she had met years ago. This man was seriously physically fit, and gorgeous. Alexandra had to focus on her breathing. 

When he was less than a foot away from her he slowed just enough to scoop her up and twirl her around, happily laughing. 

“Alexandra!” His new bass voice rumbled as he gripped her close.

“Brandon?” She still hesitated, not able to bring together this man with her memory of him. All thoughts disappeared as he kissed her, allowing the momentum of their spin to slow as she melted into him.

With a sigh, she no longer wondered if she would be physically compatible with her life-mate. There was no doubt she would. And now, the idea of getting the time and chance to discover the rest of the man in front of her seemed intriguing. What had made them compatible?

“You’re late.” She whispered as she pulled back only far enough away to breathe. With him still holding her close, she could feel his chuckle in her chest.

Samantha

Samantha smiled as her searching gaze landed on the tall figure standing at the top of the staircase. He came. 

It had been months since he had last emerged from his work long enough to remember that there were functions and events he was supposed to be attending. For far too long she had let him bury himself in his work instead of confronting the feelings they had slowly been discovering for each other. During that same time she remembered every soaring kiss and lingering embrace they had ever shared; every conversation, touch, and look. She loved that man, stubborn as he was, and she was going to tell him tonight.

Never before had she asked him to emerge from his work cocoon for an event, for her. Until tonight she had simply gone without him, giving inane excuses for those who asked after him. Despite his loathing for such formal affairs, a part of her was thrilled that he had come since she had been brave enough to ask. The popularity and attention he had attained after his last few product unveilings had left him pulling back out of the focal point even more than usual. Samantha hadn’t bothered to inform him that most of the women drooling his way everywhere he went were not only impressed by his success but floored by his charming smile and meticulously handsome looks. He looked as though he commanded the world.

As his piercing gaze swept the room she felt herself being pulled to him. Slightly nervous, she smoothed her deep purple figure-accentuating dress that she had carefully picked out for the night.. 

Step after step she drew closer, her happiness overflowing in overwhelming waves. With great amounts of will she schooled her giddy grin into a socially acceptable smile. Not once did her eyes leave his broad frame, not wanting to miss a second of him being here for her. Instead she soaked in his impressively powerful stance, letting the delicious shivers he provoked tingle up and down her spine.

She knew she wasn’t the only woman in the room to notice him and she didn’t care. No one moved aside for her as she made her way forward. As she walked unerringly in his direction she could see the heads that were turned, watching him. By the looks of it, there were several women there who recognized him, moving forward to greet the famous man.

A jaggedly raw pulse of pure energy streamed through Samantha as their eyes finally connected, his searching gaze settling firmly on her. He ignored the few people who had the gumption to halt his now-determined stride towards her.  Samantha’s heart stuttered. His stoic features left her guessing as to whether he was irritated with her for asking him to come or if he was coming to kiss her senseless. In the back of her mind she knew that she wouldn’t have to wait too long to find out.

He stopped right in front of her, well inside her usual social bubble but not nearly close enough for her now, his hands rising to her arms. Samantha gave a small sigh at his touch, something she didn’t think she would ever get enough of. 

In less than a startled heartbeat she was pulled softly into his solid build, her mouth captivated in his. She was swept up in a whirlwind of intense feeling; glorious seconds of unconcealed love swirled in and around the two of them as she melted against him and into his tender embrace.

As he gently broke their kiss and eased back to look directly into her soft hazel eyes he whispered for only her to hear, “Are you surprised to see me?”

“Yes. But I had hoped you would come.” She confessed. “I am more than happily surprised that you made it.”

He continued to hold her close, his warm hands sending more heated tingles down her back. “But you had doubt?” His perceptive question forestalled any potential hedging she could have offered. Instead she glanced down at his chest. How could she explain to him that she wasn’t doubting him but that she knew him well enough to simply not expect him to come and subject himself to so much unwanted attention. He didn’t wait for any verbal confirmation. Instead he pulled more fully away, grabbing her hand as a small attempt to lessen the blow of his sudden distance. The acute loss of his physical support would have left her staggering if not for the steady grip with which he held her hand. Her gasp echoed her surprise.

“Logan?” She stammered. She did not have a chance to say more as she watched him gracefully bend down and take a knee, solemnly looking up into her startled tears. So fully focused on the fact that he was down on one knee in front of everyone she almost missed the tiny round black box he had pulled out of his pocket. It was then she realized that he had planned to be on his knee. She smiled back a few happy tears.

“Samantha Alyssa Brooks, let me forever take away all your doubts and fears. I know you asked me here in fear of losing me to my work.” He paused, smiling sheepishly. “I am slightly embarrassed to admit that I am here because you asked me to be here. However, I came to let you know that I am willing to give up anything and everything to give you what you want. Let me prove myself worthy of your incredible love. All I ask is that you say yes. So here I kneel, praying and hoping as I ask; will you marry me?”

Samantha tugged on his hand, ineffectively trying to pull him up. “Are you serious?” She breathed.

He nodded, remaining on his knees. “Please say yes, love. Please let me be yours for eternity.”

“Yes!” She exclaimed, “Now get up here and kiss me.”

Exploding to his feet he wrapped her up in his arms, kissing her thoroughly. A thunder of applause and cheers surrounding them finally recalled them to where they were. Smiling, Logan slipped the sparkling diamond ring onto her finger.

Lisa

“History class is the worst!” Will complained as he slung his arms over Lisa’s shoulders. His locker was nowhere near hers but she always found him there waiting, every time she went to grab anything. In fact, half the time he would put his books in her locker. After all, he’d known Lisaher locker combination as soon as she did.

“You say that every year.” Lisa tried hard to ignore her best friend’s arm and the warm feelings his casual embrace stirred in her. If he knew what she was wishing, she would die of embarrassment. In an effort to remind him and herself of their ‘friend’ status she promptly elbowed him. “And you are going to get in trouble with Anna if you keep hanging on me Will.”

Instead of dropping his arm as she was expecting he wrapped both arms around her waist, pinning her arms to her side, and lifting her off the ground in a huge bear hug. 

“Anna doesn’t care. She knows we’re just friends.” He laughed as he bounced her around.

Lisa couldn’t help but laugh, although she knew for a fact that Anna cared very much. “Let me down.” She ordered, even though in the deepest back part of her brain she hoped he wouldn’t. When he didn’t listen she repeatedly tried to kick his legs but he managed to nimbly dodge each kick, swinging her all around like a rag doll. “Will!” She screeched, erupting into giggles. 

He didn’t stop as he easily slammed her locker shut with his foot and dragged her out the hallway, tucked snug and secure to his chest.  Everyone else in school was as used to Will’s antics as her and didn’t pay Will any attention. While she was glad she wasn’t getting laughed at she also wasn’t being rescued. As he walked out into the quad he jolted to a stop and shifted her up and over his shoulder. “That’s better.” He declared, “Now I can keep you up there forever.” 

“Will!” Lisa tried again. “I don’t have my backpack.” Anything to get him to set her down, especially before Anna saw. 

He didn’t even slow down. Instead he hitched her further onto his shoulder so she couldn’t ‘accidentally’ wiggle off. She pounded on his rugby-hardened shoulders but he either didn’t care or didn’t notice her efforts.  

“Will?” Anna’s shrill voice echoed through the quad. 

Lisa stilled. She knew instantly it was too late to avoid angering the latest girlfriend. Again, in a last desperate attempt, Lisa whispered. “Put me down Will.”

Will laughed as he swung to face Anna. This effectively cut Lisa off from entering the conversation in her own defense. She could only listen. If she wasn’t the one slung over his shoulder Lisa would probably be on the sidelines laughing but, as usual, she was the one Will was getting in trouble with his girlfriend about. Many breakups had happened because of his friendship with her. 

Again, she struggled to be put down but screeched when he tickled the back of her knee in order to stop her. 

“Something wrong Anna?” He asked. 

Lisa could practically hear Anna’s hands go to her hips as she huffed in irritation. And here Lisa was going to be stuck on his broad shoulder through the whole fight. With a sigh of her own, she put her elbows on Will’s back and her chin in her hands. She might as well be a little comfortable. 

“Put the girl down Will.” Anna demanded. 

Lisa was jostled as he tried to shrug. “Aw Anna. You know it’s Lisa. We’re just having fun. See?” With that Will spun around so that Lisa was abruptly face to face with Anna. She didn’t have time to do more than grimace in Anna’s angry face before she was whirled back away. 

“Will.” Anna whined in her poutiest plea. “I haven’t seen you since this morning. I want you to kiss me.”

Will leaned forward, holding tight to Lisa’s knees. 

Anna protested, “I am NOT kissing you while you are holding her like a caveman.”

“Now’s the time to put me down.” Lisa added, hoping reason had finally set in. Instead he simply tickled her knees again, not even bothering to answer her. She persisted, “Stop ignoring me Will. You’re starting to hurt me.” 

With a jolt Lisa was once again on the ground. Thankfully Will still had the presence of mind to help her stay standing since her legs had fallen asleep. When she looked up, his full attention was on her. “I’m sorry Lis. I wasn’t thinking. You ok?”

All Lisa could do was nod. She seemed to be the only one acutely aware of Anna and the bitter glare leveled her direction. When Lisa tried to step back, his arm snaked around her shoulder and to her waist, effectively tucking her into his side. She couldn’t stop the blush. After a few heart stuttering seconds she thought to at least try to push away. Anna was standing there and here Lisa was melting into a silly puddle of goo in front of her.

“Will!” Anna screeched.

“What?” Will jerked his attention away but took a moment before he could focus on Anna. “What?” He repeated when she continued to glare, his hands up in defensive confusion.

“I am still waiting.” Anna stomped her foot. “For my kiss!”

“I’m not a dog, Annie. I don’t sit, stay, or kiss on command.” For the first time since they’d started dating Will wasn’t going out of his way to appease Anna. Even Lisa was surprised by the change. Instead of seeing it as a warning sign, Anna snapped.

“Do not call me Annie!” She shrieked.

Lisa tried to step back and away, but Will had forgotten about his hold on her waist. Unfortunately the movement caught Anna’s attention. In seconds Anna narrowed all of her anger into one point: Lisa.

“You.” Anna seethed.

Will quickly stepped in front of Anna, enabling Lisa to finally back away. “Leave her out of this.” He growled.

“How? She is always in this. I feel like the third wheel with my own boyfriend. If I didn’t know any better I’d think that she was your girlfriend.”

“Well, maybe she should be.” He barked out angrily. He suddenly paused with a blink, going quiet as Anna stormed off with a shriek. Will turned slowly, looking very contemplative. Lisa gulped.

Elizabeth

Standing on the steps of her childhood friend’s home, Lady Elizabeth Harrow’s heart raced at the prospect of seeing him again. Surely he would forgive her silence these past several years when he learned it had not been her choice.

The door opened and there he stood, tall and at attention, formally waiting to receive his guests. His dark hair was still short, trimmed, and polished. The suit he wore with casual grace couldn’t hide his lean muscled frame. He had definitely grown stronger by the look of him, standing there all tense.

As his eyes fell on her, she pulled her shoulders back. He bowed stiffly, unsmiling. “Welcome Lady Elizabeth. Please excuse me, I have work to do.” He turned to leave.

“Jameson?” She called out in shock before hastily correcting herself. “Forgive me, Your Highness.” His cold greeting astounded her. He paused at the sound of his name in his retreat before continuing his hasty escape.

She shuddered. It appeared that her best friend now abhorred the thought of being in the same room as her. 

Elizabeth had no time to dwell on this new development as her mother bustled into the room. “Ah, Elizabeth. Come. We must get you ready.” And as quickly as she came in, her mother hustled off continuing to talk even as she walked away, expecting Elizabeth to simply follow and listen. “Now, I filled your dance card with the men you are to seriously consider.”

Elizabeth continued to stare in the direction Jameson had stalked out.

“Elizabeth!” Her mother called. Reluctantly Elizabeth followed.

The frenzied hours of preparation that followed grated on her exhausted nerves. She silently endured, lost in thought over Jameson’s harsh greeting. Elizabeth braced herself for a long night. Her mother had provided the dress for the evening and Elizabeth cringed. They did not share the same taste. It was a pale pink confection that made her waist appear skinny but did nothing for her complexion or anything else.

As she descended the front stairs, she had to pause and shake off all the memories of the times she had skipped down those same stairs to meet up with Jameson. 

Her mother had certainly filled in every available moment of her night, as well as her dance card. Elizabeth was beginning to wonder if she could make it. After dancing without any rest for several dances, she was reeling but desperately fought to maintain her outward composure. None of her dance partners seemed to notice her discomfiture and whisked her out onto the dance floor before she could protest. As the night went on, she fought to not stumble or break down in tears. She felt alone, in pain, exhausted, and starving with no hope for relief.

Dances blurred and Elizabeth stopped paying attention, focusing only on staying upright. When her next partner moved her away from the dance floor instead of onto it she didn’t notice until the cool outside air hit her face. Abruptly she struggled to alertness and looked up into a familiar face. “Jameson?” She whispered. Her feelings vacillated between relief and hurt. Yet she couldn’t relax, remembering once again how he had so carelessly brushed her aside that morning.

Jameson politely inclined his head. “Lady Elizabeth, you appeared to need a bit of a rest.”

Elizabeth leaned up against the cold stone wall behind her. “How is it you can’t stand to be in the same room as me for more than a few seconds and yet you are the only one to notice when I need help?” Her eyes closed as she struggled to recover from her nonstop evening. She missed his startled look. At his irritated huff she forced herself to look at him. All she could see was how phenomenal he was looking. 

“You left.” He growled.

Startled, she attempted to hide behind cool indifference. “I did. Do you honestly believe I did it by choice?” 

His guilty glance to the floor made it obvious that he had thought exactly that and still did.

“Jameson. My mother told me we were going for a ride together. She didn’t inform me that I would be going to finishing school until I was at the gates. I wrote you. So many times. To explain. I never heard back from you.”

She laid her hand on his arm when what she really wanted to do was force him to give her the huge hug she had been craving since before she’d arrived.

When he didn’t speak she tilted her head to catch his gaze, “Is that why you had other business when I came home?”

His nod gave her hope. He glanced away, and when he looked back into her eyes she saw a wisp of sadness. “I missed you Liz.” She had no warning. He went from not touching her at all to enveloping her in one of his hugs. She collapsed into his arms. 

Instinctively he held her up. “What’s wrong?”

All the stress, the emotions, and even her mother’s good intentions overwhelmed the firm control she had been clinging to. Tears threatening, she moaned. “My feet hurt Jay. And I haven’t sat down since hours before the ball. My mother wouldn’t let me eat to make sure I fit into this stupid dress.” 

His eyes raked hotly over her dress. “You definitely look good in it. Even when I was making it a point to not look your way, I noticed. Is your mother still husband hunting for you?”

“Yes. Apparently you let her know that you were not interested in marriage with me so I’ve been ordered to not talk to you.” She admitted. 

“I told her that the day before you left because I didn’t want you to be forced to be with me. I wanted you to choose for yourself.” He pulled her tighter to him as he whispered in her ear, “When you left so suddenly I thought that you were giving me my answer.”

“Jay.” She smacked his arm but stayed nestled in close. She had missed him far too much for proper distance.

“I never received any letters.” He sighed, hugging her tightly once more. 

They broke apart as they heard footsteps clicking closer to them. Within moments a footman appeared. With a cough he turned to the prince. “Prince Jameson. Your mother is looking for you. Apparently you have missed the last three promised dances with her friend’s daughters.”

“Thank you. I will be in momentarily to soothe the ruffled egos in the room.” He bowed to Elizabeth. “It may not have been a long enough break for your feet but I don’t intend for you to dance with anyone else tonight as I will require my fiance by my side for the rest of the evening.”

“You have a fiance?” Elizabeth struggled to support herself on pained feet. “Since when?”

His boyish mischievous grin caught her by surprise. “Hopefully since right now?” He knelt down in front of her. “Will you marry me Liz?”

Elena

Creeping down the stairs, mindful of her father’s voice rumbling angrily in his study, Elena closed the front door with the barest of clicks. Even after sneaking out, she was irritated that a woman her age had to sneak from her parent’s house.  A 22 year old should not have to sneak. Again the thought crossed her mind that maybe she should finish her degree away from home. With it being online, she could finish anywhere. As she walked down the street to the 24 hour IHOP, she thought back on all the memories that had held her together while Sean was gone.

Once he had left she had no idea what step to take first to leave her parent’s agoraphobic house but she knew she had to go.

It didn’t take long to reach IHOP. She stepped into the brightly lit foyer and scanned the room. He was in the corner, blue eyes beaming her way.

“Elena.” He wrapped her up in a warm welcoming hug. “Six months was too long.”

Elena bit back her retort. She didn’t want her first words to be bitter. She settled for, “I missed you too Sean.”

His hug tightened briefly before he released her, looking into her eyes. “Come. Sit down and tell me everything I’ve missed.”

They settled back into the booth he had previously been waiting in and Elena stared at her best friend and at all the changes that must have happened over the past several months. It startled her into wondering how different she looked now? His once shaggy blonde hair was now impeccably trimmed with no sign that he ever let his beard grow out. There was a power in his eyes now, as if he was used to being in charge and expected to be listened to and taken seriously.

“I am thinking you need to laugh more in your life.” Elena let slip.

Sean’s eyes widened, rapidly followed by a bright smile. A laugh twinkled through his eyes. “You never did have a problem calling me out. Especially when I needed more happiness around.”

Elena blushed.

But Sean continued, “Are you doing alright E? I’ve worried about you.”

So simple a confession but still it warmed her senses. And out it all came. Her plans to leave, her secret apartment shopping, chafing against the strictures that had long held her in her room, even her desire to find a new job out of state once she was finished with her degree. The longer she talked the more she felt the months spent apart becoming inconsequential.

Sean listened to it all. And after she finished spilling out everything she had been wanting to tell him, out came the questions that had bothered her over and over again. “Where have you been Sean? Why did you have to leave? And why for so long?”

He almost looked guilty but quickly straightened, reaching out for her hand. She didn’t, couldn’t, move away from the searing heat his touch instilled. It had been lonely without him.

With his other hand he rubbed his face. “Elena, I am so sorry. I made a deal with my father. Once I graduated college he wanted me to go straight into the family business and train to take over. I wasn’t ready and demanded a break before I committed so fully to the company. I wanted a life. I didn’t want to be me for a while.” He paused to squeeze her hand. “He agreed to two months of complete freedom in exchange for six months of full dedication to the company.”

Elena stared at him. This man in front of her was not the vacationing, happy go lucky guy she had known and fallen for. He wasn’t entirely different but definitely more focused, polished even. She had been drawn to his confidence before. Now, it was as if he glowed with self assurance. Sean had become a force of nature to be reckoned with.

“So, what’s the family business?” she asked, tentatively.

“You don’t know?”

She cocked her head to the side, staring honestly over at him. “No. Should I?”

Sean shrugged, almost looking embarrassed. “I guess I just assumed you would look me up at one point.”

Elena shook her head. “I don’t pry into anyone’s life on the internet. Too many lies and half truths.”

It was Sean’s turn to grin, sheepishly. “I should have known you wouldn’t.” He let out a big sigh. “My dad founded Trelling Conglomerate. It started out small but two years ago it went international. Since I left here I have been traveling, helping cement new business partnerships around the globe.”

“Oh.” Elena wanted to say more but she sat back in shock. That was not what she imagined at all. Son of a huge multi-national business. Heir to a fortune. How small she seemed in the big picture of his life when he was such a prominent part of hers. She ventured, “How did you find time to come all the way back here?”  

When he leaned forward, across the table, her attention was riveted. “Elena, this trip back here has been in my schedule and unchangeable since the second I left. I promised my dad six months with no social distractions of any kind, but I wasn’t going to wait a single day passed that to come back to you.”

She mentally staggered under the immensity of emotion his confession charged in her. “What now?” she whispered.

“Well, as far as plans go, I had hoped to spend time with you for the week I’m here. I was hoping you’d still be willing to go on a few dates, talk things over and figure how we can best move forward together no matter where that is. Then, in a week I will have to head back to New York to settle things.” He paused, looking beyond anxious but excited. Elena couldn’t figure out how to feel. It was more than she had hoped for in all the time she had ached to be with him. Her gaze zeroed in on his very kissable mouth as he began to talk again.

“When I leave, Elena I was hoping you would come with me.”

Shock again coursed through her, leaving her energized and giddy. She smiled and began to nod when she noticed he was holding out a small box over the table. He pulled it open to display a diamond ring. She smothered her gasp with her hands as tears rolled.

“Elena, love. I know it has been a long time, but there has never been any doubt for me that you are the one I want to spend eternity with. Will you marry me?”

All she could do was nod and cry. Sean stood and slid into her side of the booth, easing the ring onto her finger and whispering into her ear, “I love you E.”

Sandra

The tent they had shoved her into was stifling. She would be married off to a man she had never met, whatever he was willing to pay. The highest bidder. Today she would be sold. There would be no courtship, no party, no celebration, nothing. The vows would be spoken and the contract would be signed; and she would be his.

Oddly, Sandra found herself hoping that she appeared pleasing enough to entice someone to ‘marry’ her. Anyone not auctioned off today was sent into the services of the city’s elite. It was not a fate to be envied. When labeled as un-marriageable you were viewed as less than a person. Assigned to the worst tasks that no one else wanted, many women didn’t last more than a year, succumbing to depression and suicide.

“Vira.” The head guard hollered. The blonde next to her gave a little sob and stepped forward.

Sandra stepped back and fought to hold in the tears as she allowed her long blonde hair to drape down, concealing her face from the rest. She didn’t want to look weak.

In mere minutes the man was back calling out another name. All that registered in Sandra’s mind was that it wasn’t her name.

Name after name was called and time after time Sandra waited, until she was the last woman in the room. She stepped forward knowing that her time had come. Someone had to go last. The head guard stepped back into the room and pointedly did not look her way as he exited, leaving her behind.

Sandra stood there, unsure what to do. She hadn’t been put up to be viewed so she couldn’t be labeled un-marriageable but she wasn’t married off either. This was a middle ground she had no clue what to do with. Several minutes passed before she had the gumption to approach the exit. She pushed open the flap of the tent and stepped out. There was only one guard in sight standing right next to the opening. She drew to a sudden stop when he pinned her where she stood with a mere glance. He handed her a sealed envelope.

Curious she opened it and withdrew a note.

Sandra,

You have 15 minutes to gather your possessions. The guard who gave you this letter will escort you. Future clothing will be provided.   -Ethan

Straightening herself to her full height she faced the guard, forcing her voice and expression to remain calm. “I have nothing to retrieve from home.”

“Follow me” he gruffed.

Wordlessly she followed, anxiety for what would happen next weighing her steps. Shock interlaced her apprehension when he eventually led her up the steps of a grand house. Even though she was nervous, she noted that her escort brought her through the front entrance and not the servant’s door. Hope trickled through the fear clogging her thoughts.

The guard stopped in front of a large set of doors just inside the entry. “Wait here” he commanded and promptly left, not waiting for her to respond.

She only had to wait a few minutes before a servant opened the door wide and motioned her in. Sandra walked into the room and over to the large desk dominating the room.

The man seated behind the desk barely glanced her way but immediately dismissed the servant at the door with a careless wave. When he went back to his work Sandra took the opportunity to really look at him.

She blushed as she realized how handsome the man was even as he scowled down at the papers in front of him. His dark hair and well-tanned skin made her prickle with awareness. It was obvious he did not normally sit behind a desk but was a man always on the move. This was not a man to trifle with. Even sitting down, power and authority seemed to emanate from him…and his bulging muscles.

“Sit” He barked, without looking her way.

Glancing around she saw a chair in the corner and retreated to it.

When he glanced up minutes later she silently watched as he had to check the whole room before his bewitchingly intelligent hazel eyes landed on her.

In a softer voice than the gruff demand earlier, he amended “I meant over here.” He pointed at the large, luxurious chair positioned directly in front of his desk.

“Oh.” She blushed. Quickly she made her way back to the desk and plopped into the chair with less grace than usual. To cover up her blunder she smoothed her dress straight and sat up tall. When she braved a glance up she discovered him smiling over at her with such affection her blush deepened.  

“You don’t recognize me.” He stated, almost sadly, while still smiling.

She started in surprise and studied him closer. He had looked familiar but she had brushed it aside as nerves. Now she really looked, trying to figure out why he did indeed look familiar. He allowed her to stare for a few seconds as he continued to smile. His smile alone made her flutter inside, her heart pounding.

“It was a few weeks ago.” He prompted. “Just outside of town. Those boys that were bothering you…” Again he paused.

Sandra gasped. “That was you! I didn’t have a chance to thank you.” She smiled shyly. “Or see your face very well.”

Anger flashed briefly across his face. “I am only glad you were not hurt.”

“Thanks to you.” Her heart warmed with gratitude. At least now she knew the person in front of her was a good, honorable man.  With a wisp of boldness she muttered “Why am I here?”

He leaned forward. “What?”

“What am I doing here?” She braved a peek at his face. A soft smile had replaced all traces of anger.

“You deserve to be courted.” He confessed, almost sheepishly.

Sandra was stunned. The custom he brought up was very old and rarely ever used anymore. Not when the auctions were so simple. “ You don’t even know me.” She argued.

“I know enough to want to court you.” He replied with sincerity. “You deserve a marriage proposal, not a contract.” He paused. “If you decline I will find you a good job in my household or elsewhere if you so choose. You do not have to say yes just to save yourself from slavery.”

She sat there, stunned. What do you say when your world is suddenly upended?

In the silence that followed he stood and moved around the desk, all smooth steady grace, sliding into the equally plush seat next to her. Grabbing hold of her tightly clasped hands he implored “I have been unable to rid you from my thoughts since the moment I first saw you attempting to fight off those scoundrels alone.”

Sandra stared down at her hands held in his. The warmth and absolute tenderness conveyed was mesmerizing.

“I…” She paused and started over with a shy smile. “Yes.”

Maddy

I didn’t realize how close our faces were until our noses brushed. I took a step back, focusing on my breathing to stay calm, to hold it together.

Caden turned 17 yesterday. He now knows who he’s going to marry and I can’t figure out why it irritates me so much. All morning when I caught him glancing my way I couldn’t help but blush at his obvious attention. A part of me wants him to be my future. After all, we are best friends.

However, I am going to have to wait another year before I will find out for myself who my parents chose for me. With each engagement and subsequent marriage arranged and coordinated by parents, society deemed that children need not know the details until they were considered old enough to handle the responsibility. Yet that is not entirely true, because the boys find out when they are 17 while the girls have to wait until they are 18. The actual marriage doesn’t take place until both are 19 but still, they knew first. When did adults suddenly decide that boys were more mature than girls at 17?

When I asked my mother why I had to wait a year longer she laughed. “The longer a girl knows who she’s marrying the more she rebels and looks for a way out of it. Whereas the longer a boy knows, the more he gets used to the idea and looks forward to it.” 

I couldn’t disagree. I knew it would be very true in my case but I hated having all the guys in the school know and I was left in the dark. Caden was the last of my circle of guy friends to find out. Every one of their birthdays had come and they each had in turn become insufferable. I’ve grown to hate birthdays and what they did to my friends. Every birthday I got stares and every birthday Caden would take my guy friends aside to talk. After they talked everything would go back to normal. Caden saved my sanity. However this time it was Caden doing the staring. Who was going to have words with him?

By the end of the day I couldn’t stand it any more. I was walking out with Caden, Ben, Trate, and Eli when once more Caden looked my way. He was hiding something. So I whacked him as hard as I could.

I had waited until we weren’t on campus so we wouldn’t get in trouble but that was it; this is where my patience ended. 

“What was that for?!” He hollered before coming at me. I had been friends with these guys for most of my life so they no longer felt the need to refrain from seeking revenge when I hit them. In turn, I didn’t hold back my punches when they deserved it. 

I widened my stance, ready to absorb the full-on tackle I knew was coming. I was braced and ready but at the last second he swooped around and picked me up. 

“Caden!” I screeched. “Put me down!

My world began to spin. I clamped my mouth shut and hung on tight. How he kept his balance for so long while turning my world on end, I do not know. As he finally slowed I could feel his soft chuckle deep in his chest to which I clung. When did he get to be so strong? I didn’t notice before how much muscle he hid under those baggy old t-shirts.

He held onto me and nodded for the guys to keep going. Ben laughed, but then as they all started walking again Caden didn’t move to follow. After a minute he looked down and smiled, setting me down. “Ready to talk?”

“It’s just not fair” I stuck out my bottom lip and gave my most convincing pouty face. 

“Aww put that pout away.” He tucked my lip back in. “I know it bugs you not to know and I shouldn’t have stared.” I looked up into his face and searched for some sign that he would give me even a hint of what he now knew. Guys talked to each other. They were allowed to. I caught his ‘debating’ look and wanted to beat it out of him.

“Are you going to tell me then?” My hand found itself clutching his arm. I didn’t want to look desperate so I forced my hand to drop to my side.

I watched him pull his hand through his hair as he looked down the road at the other guys standing around waiting for us. Our friends, MY friends. His voice dropped to a painful whisper. “You know I can’t tell you.”

My breath hitched. I pounced on his wording. “But you know! You know! Tell me who!” Again my hands clenched his biceps. Who cares about looking desperate. 

Both his arms wrapped me in a huge solid hug as he bent to whisper into my ear. “I wish you were mine.”

I lost my breath. My heart dropped down to my knees as they buckled. If he hadn’t been holding me up I would have been on the ground. It wasn’t Caden. And he knew who it was. In that instant I knew I wouldn’t find out from him. For a second I blanked. All my brain could process was one phase over and over. It’s not Caden. It’s not Caden. It’s not Caden. I didn’t realize how much I had wanted and counted on it being him. And now that it was too late to try and do anything about it he admits that he wanted me to be his. “Do…do I know him?” I stumbled out.

His eyes closed. I watched as his face filled with sadness.  “Don’t ask me Maddy.”

I didn’t realize how close our faces were until our noses brushed. I took a step back, focusing on my breathing to stay calm, to hold it together.

I looked around and discovered that all the other guys were no longer quite so near, but were studiously looking anywhere but at the two of us. In a moment of clarity it hit me. Every birthday, all those talks, Caden was making sure I could still be his. They all knew I was supposed to be with Caden. That he had always thought we would be together. How could I not have seen before? It’s true he had always been so protective of me. But it didn’t click until now. 

Once again I faced Caden.

Before I could say anything else he swooped down and caught me in a kiss, his embrace tightening. My world narrowed in, focusing on the sensation invading my heart, permeating my being and capturing my very soul. I happily lost myself in what I was feeling. Never wanting it to end but knowing it was inevitable.

As he broke away he softly took hold of both sides of my face. I could look nowhere but at his tortured soul. “I would’ve chosen you, Maddy Raile. I still do. I’ll fix this.”