Chapter 25
Chapter 26
Chapter 27
Chapter 28
Chapter 29
Chapter 30
Chapter 31
I would like to sincerely thank the following beautiful people for their friendship, support, encouragement and craziness, I am so blessed to have you in my life. Vicki, Emma, Andy, Jo, Brooke, my beautiful Mum Kerry, Rachel, Nicole, Anne, Renee, Sharon, Carly, Emma G, and Keeley. To the amazing people who have embraced me as a new author and purchased my first book Stanton Adore, thank you so very much. I hope to repay your loyalty with many more books to come.
And to the loves of my life who have sacrificed the most in my search for the perfect story. My beautiful husband, two sons and daughter. I love you all more than words can convey and the support you give to me daily is mind blowing. Writing a book is a team effort and I am so very lucky that you are my precious team. Without you all I wouldn’t be able to write about true love because I wouldn’t know if it truly existed.
Thank you for believing in me and I love you.
Unconditional
Unconditional love: does it really exist or is it an urban myth? What does it really mean?
Do you love someone because of their flaws?
Or in spite of them?
And at what point are the conditions more to bear
than the love is worth?
This is what I’m trying to decipher.
This is my story.
I’ll let you be the judge.
Chapter 1
Adrian
“Hi Birgetta. How is he today?”
“No change, love. He still hasn’t left his room. He’s been locked up there since Friday. Go and drag him out.”
I shake my head in disgust. He needs to snap the hell out of it—it’s been weeks. I knock on the door … knock … knock … knock. No answer. I open the door, expecting to be told to go away, just like he has told me every day for the last week. My eyes flick to the television. Jesus, he’s watching porn. Actually, that’s a good sign—maybe he’s re
turning to some normality. I can’t see him so I look back down the hall and into his bathroom. No, nothing. My eyes are drawn to the television again as I hear the girl’s voice … Australian. I narrow my eyes at the screen. Shit, that’s Natasha! He is on his back and she is on top and topless … Oh fuck. I don’t want to see this shit. Why do they film themselves? Then I see it: a bare foot coming from behind the bed on the floor. I frown and walk around to the other side of the bed. To my horror Joshua is lying on the floor, unconscious. My eyes scan the room and I see a tray of cocaine on his side table.
My eyes widen as I put the pieces of the puzzle together. Oh fuck—he’s taken an overdose!
“Ben! … Help! … Call an ambulance!” I scream. I drop to my knees beside him. “Ben!” I scream again.
Ben casually walks to the door eating an apple. “What’s up?”
“Joshua has taken an overdose! Call an ambulance.” Ben’s eyes scan down Joshua’s body. He stands still , eyes wide with shock.
“Fucking move, Ben!” I yell.