Undeniable Love

This book is a work of fiction.  All names, characters, and situations are completely made up.  Any resemblance to actual living or deceased persons is purely coincidental and should be taken as a compliment.  No part of this book may be reproduced without prior written permission from the author.

About the Author

Emeline Piaget is originally from Western New York.  She currently resides in Kentucky with her two children and pets.

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Acknowledgements

Special thanks to my two sweet baby girls for not just allowing me the time to write but encouraging me along the way. 

To my mother, I love you so much. Thank you for everything, and strive to be half the woman you are.

To my best chicas Michelle Symone and Amanda Lauzier, I would not have started this journey if you two hadn’t been there to hold my hand.  Thank you both and I love you.

Aunt Mel, thank you for always being in my corner. I think you are one of my biggest fans!  Love you!

The most eloquent silence; that of two mouths meeting in a kiss.

~Anonymous

Wyatt

Have you ever had one of those days that after it’s over, you know your life has changed forever?  You may not know how, but you just know it’s different.  Halloween night, one year ago, was that day for me.  When I woke up the next morning, I had no memory of what happened at the party the previous night.  I knew I shouldn't have had that much to drink, but it was Halloween.  Plus, I was a slightly depressed since I had recently broken up with my girlfriend April, again, and I was finally having a good time.  The way I figure, you're only young once. When I woke up, I had to lay there for a minute to get my bearings and figure out where I was.  I’m still at Phil’s, I realized.  Phil, my old college roommate, had thrown the party this year.  I turned my head and noticed makeup stains on the pillow next to me.  So who left the makeup?  I asked myself.  I rolled out of the bed half naked.  ‘Crap! What the hell did I do?’ or maybe I should ask myself ‘Who did I do?’  I got up out of the bed and looked around the room for my clothes and my head spun.  Ugh, I'm never drinking that much again, a promise to myself that has been broken several times since making it.  It’s so true what they say about Halloween, it’s the one time of year that women dress like sluts and nobody says a word.  I for one have always loved it.  I'm a dude, what can I say.  I was still trying to get dressed, and I had on my jeans and boots, but I couldn’t find the T-shirt I had on under my red leather jacket.  That year I had gone as Star-Lord from the Guardians of the Galaxy comic book.  Talk about being pumped when the movie came out a year later.  My phone buzzed in my back pocket as I was looking around for my shirt. 

Stephane: Hi! This is Stephane, from last night.  I hope you remember letting me borrow your T-shirt. I just wanted to know how to get it back to you.

Wyatt: Oh…hey!  Yeah, maybe we can meet at Café Coco. Do you know where that is? Over by Elliston Place?

Stephane:  Yea, they have great food and coffee there.

Wyatt:  That's what I've heard.  Been wanting to try it.

Stephane:  Ok, great, let me wash it and I’ll get it back to you. Friday? 6?

Wyatt: Ok, sure, see you there.

Who the hell is Stephane and how did I get her number in my phone? I thought.  Well, that solved the mystery of my missing T-shirt, but I still needed to figure out who Stephane was and I had six days to do it.

Stephane

Sydnee has been my best friend since we were in diapers and pacifiers.  She is the yin to my yang.  We are complete opposites in most ways.  For instance, she’s outgoing and I’m rather shy.  She’s athletic and I’m, well give me a few books and I’m content.  She’s average height and curvy.  I should translate that as busty, with freckles and red hair.  I’m taller and slender but I’m blessed with a nice backside.  I have long brown hair and almond skin.  She was always up for a night out, whether it's a night out dancing or a party.  So it didn’t surprise me when she texted me inviting me to tag along to a Halloween party.  A friend of Sydnee’s co-worker from the bank was throwing the party.  Sydnee went all out with her costumes every year.  Some of her past costumes included, troll dolls, a nerd, the sisters from Hocus Pocus and the obvious Little Mermaid.  This year she wanted to do another group costume.  Lord help me, I thought.

Sydnee: Hey sweets, don’t be a Debbie Downer this year for Halloween, come with me and some girls from work to a party.

Stephane:  What! And break my yearly tradition of gorging on Halloween chocolate and watching Rom-Coms?

Sydnee: LOL girl you can watch chick flicks anytime.  Come on, it'll be fun. 

Stephane: I have a hot date with Matthew McConaughey and there will be lots of wine.

Sydnee:  How to Lose a Guy again?

Stephane: Lmao! Yes, I love that movie!

Sydnee: You can love it another night, we ARE going out!  You ARE going to the party!

Stephane: Syd, come on.

Sydnee: Discussion over! I’ll be by later.

Great, I thought.  I hate parties. This should be about as fun as getting shots.  Later that night, Syd dropped by like usual.  We were in the middle of eating take out and watching America’s Next Top Model, when she dropped the costume bomb on me.

Ok Steph, the plan this year is to do a group costume.

What are you guys going to dress up as?

You mean what are WE dressing up as? And WE are dressing up as KISS.

Um…first, we who? And second, KISS the rock group?

WE, as in you, me and two girls from the bank, Jenny and Stacy.  Yes! KISS the rock group.

Syd, we aren’t guys! And why are you dragging me into this?

It's Halloween Steph, we can dress however we want and it will be fun!  I promise.  There are four of them and four of us, it works.  The plus side of this is tons of makeup so you don’t have to worry about being recognized, Betty Bummer.

That's not what I'm worried about.  Leaving the house and missing date night with Matthew now that worries me.  She laughed and hit me with some white rice.

If I didn’t love that girl so much I would choke her and often felt like I should.  I had to laugh a bit at the idea of me dressed up in a KISS outfit.  What the hell? I figured.  It’s just one night.  It’ll be good to get out. I never expected to meet him.

Wyatt

I left Phil’s, still trying to figure out who Stephane was.  I was completely blank on most of the events from the preceding night.  I remembered getting to Phil’s and helping him get things ready.  Then I remember grabbing a few beers, chatting with a few people and then nothing.  My phone buzzed as soon as I hit the door to my apartment.

Phil: Sup dude? You have fun last night?

Wyatt:  Idk

Phil: ?? Wtf does that mean?

Wyatt:  Dude, it means I don’t remember shit.

Phil:  LMAO, damn dude.  I’d say you had fun!

Wyatt: Hey...you know a chick named Stephane?

Phil: Hmm…Nope. Why?

Wyatt: We…idk…hung out last night I guess.  She text me this morning.

Phil:  Haha yeah dawg, what’s up with that?

Wyatt: No clue, I’ll let you know. 

Phil: Yep, keep me posted

I unlocked the door and walked in when the idea hit me to check the photos on my phone.  I normally didn’t take too many pictures, but then again, I didn’t normally get black out drunk either.  I pulled up the camera roll and thought that maybe I had hit the jackpot.  There was a ton of photos, but everyone was in costume and they were all group shots.  Damn, I thought. Guess I’ll to have to wing it.

Stephane

The days leading up to the party were torture for me because I’m an introvert, which means I’m perfectly comfortable at home, alone.  I was online doing research one time and I read the perfect analogy about introverts, they are like court reporters.  Consider me the court reporter in the corner of the room.  I’m in the background just listening, taking in the scene and making mental notes, but don’t really expect me to participate.  Some people, like Sydnee, are the attorneys, always front and center.  It’s why we work I think. She shines bright like a sun and I enjoy her rays. 

Unbeknownst to me, Sydnee and her two co-workers were really, and I do mean really, into this costume.  They had been planning it for several weeks.  By the time she told me about it, it was all planned out, down to what girl would be which member of KISS.  I guess she figured if she didn’t, I wouldn’t agree.  Halloween was in the middle of the week, so the party was on the 26th, a Saturday.  That was good because I figured it would take me all day to get in the getup.  All the girls came to my apartment to get ready because I had the most space.  I had a three bedroom apartment. It seems like a lot of space for one person, but one room was an office and then I had to have a guest room because my parents had a tendency to drop into town unexpectedly.  I learned a long time ago, I need as much space as possible when they drop by.

Sydnee had my outfit laid out on my bed, I was Paul Stanley.  She was Gene Simmons, her co-workers, Jenny and Stacy went as Ace Frehley and Peter Criss.  I told Syd I thought it was crazy that girls were dressing as KISS, but she said it happened all the time at Dragon Con.  What in the world is a Dragon Con, I thought.  Never mind.  I just shook my head.  I knew not to fight her when she was stuck on an idea.  Jenny’s friend Phil was the one throwing the party and when we got there, it was packed.  I cringed.  Well, I’m here now, I’ll have a few drinks to appease Syd, then I’ll excuse myself, I thought.  It's why I always drive.  Soon after we arrived, Jenny and Stacy went off and hung out with the person I assumed was Phil.  Syd and I were standing in the living