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  UNEXPECTED ATTENTION

  A Standalone by Aleisha Maree

  Some mistakes are beautiful….

  Unexpected Attention

  Copyright© 2019 Aleisha Maree

  This book is a work of fiction. Any references to characters, places, events are used fictitiously. Any other names, places, events are of the author’s imagination and any resemblance to living people is purely coincidental.

  All rights are reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced or transmitted in any form without the express permission from the author. All songs, song lyrics and titles are the property of the respective song writers and copyright holders.

  Cover Design: Susan Horsnell

  Cover Model & Photographer: Depositphotos

  Editing: TLO Editing Services and Robyn Corcoran

  To the lovers and the dreamers.

  To the women who feel more than they should and the men who hurt more than they know.

  Always speak and always love.

  Forever is a long time if you don't know how to love with your eyes open.

  ~ Aleisha Maree

  This book well this book is.....

  Unexpected...

  PROLOGUE

  Beautiful ~

  Pleasing the senses or mind aesthetically.

  Attractive, pretty, handsome, good-looking, nice-looking, pleasing, alluring, prepossessing,

  as pretty as a picture;

  lovely, charming, delightful, appealing, engaging,

  winsome;

  ravishing, gorgeous, heavenly, stunning,

  arresting, glamorous, irresistible, bewitching, graceful, elegant, exquisite, aesthetic, artistic,

  decorative, magnificent;

  "A beautiful young woman"

  Mistake ~

  An act or judgement that is misguided or wrong.

  Error, fault, inaccuracy, omission, slip, blunder, miscalculation, misunderstanding, flaw, oversight, misinterpretation, fallacy, gaffe,

  Faux pas, solecism, misapprehension,

  misconception, misreading.

  “Coming here was a mistake."

  “Oh, but baby some mistakes are Beautiful.”

  CHAPTER ONE

  Diary Entry July 1st

  Today well what can I say about today? It was okay, it started much the same, alarm at 6:45am screaming at the kids to get up. Fighting to get them dressed, breakfast eaten at a snail’s pace with me harping to hurry up, teeth and face washing is the epitome of World War Two. Shit don’t get me started on hair brushing, lord that brings the devil out in them all.

  Shoes missing and screaming tantrums over why it is so cold. Well, it’s fucking winter. I was up most of the night with a child that was sick, all I actually wanted to do was inhale a coffee and climb back into bed. Can I? No, no I can’t because I am a mum.

  Mums don’t get to actually be anything other than the name, mum, which is a woman who wears many hats. I also am a wife. That’s a title I had wanted since I was a young girl; to be someone’s everything. To have that best friend and to have that pillar.

  But... there is always a but...

  My marriage is far from the fantasy I had inside my brain. It’s lonely and it’s quiet. I am walking through the empty corridors of memories wishing we were back at the start.

  Dreams are free and I live inside my head a lot.

  Diary Entry July 2nd

  School holidays start soon, agrhh! I am sure we just had them. We live on a small rural block in Fox Hill, just out of Wakefield in the South Island of New Zealand. It's all we know and it’s how we like to live. Off the radar, well me anyway, I love the country, I couldn’t really handle the town life, that’s way too busy. My husband is a builder and has his own company and spends a lot of time away building. His business is huge, and he is building a golf resort at the moment.

  My life is wrapped up in children and routines, not leaving much room for anything else.

  I live on coffee and social media; Facebook is my best friend. Watching my friends with their amazing lives and holidays while I'm stuck in my farmhouse raising children, that I swear hate each other and actually do nothing but fight with one another. Lord I swear I never fought with my siblings and if I did it wasn’t bad, as I can’t remember it.

  So, any way back to this social media jazz. I have Snapchat, it’s a great app, mint filters and all my mates use it and my children. My sister’s a Snapchat freak. Good way to follow them and see their day, it’s kinda like you’re there with them.

  I got this random add the other day and was like, ‘Mmmm, yeah nah, don’t know who you are!’ So, left it. Carried on.

  Diary Entry July 3rd

  This random add has been haunting me and each time I open my phone it's there.

  Answer it you silly woman.

  I do and Lord it's not what I was expecting.

  Life from this day on is a game changer.

  Miley Harrison you're playing with fire.

  Diary Entry July 4th

  Snapchats and thigh clenching.

  Jager and smiles.

  It’s the school holidays and we have family staying. I have been Snapping with this guy now for a few days and he has peaked my interest. He makes me feel alive and human. Not a robot on fucking repeat.

  He’s a bit of a looker.

  Diary Entry July 5th

  Shit’s getting real. This guy is insanely hot. He has ignited a fire inside me and I am now finding myself wanting to know more.

  I get busy with family and kids, feeling bad for not answering him back as quick as I would like but he doesn’t seem to mind at all. He’s cool about it. ‘All good babe’ is what I get back.

  The convo between us is never forced; it’s easy.

  Today he told me that it was a bummer I was married.

  He would love to have some fun with me.

  I am just the sort of chick he’s looking for. That made me think, like, really think.

  When we first started chatting, I was straight up; I'm a mum, I have kids and I have a husband.

  He was like, ‘Sweet, you happy?’ I lied and said, ‘Yeah, I am, I’ve been with him for 14 years.’ He’s amazed, ‘Wow, that’s a long time.’ I answer with a simple, ‘Yep.’ He replies quickly, ‘Must really love him then or his dick, that’s a long time.’ I was like whoa! Hell, forward much? I wrote back. ‘Yeah something like that.’

  Diary Entry July 6th

  So tonight, I drank… mmmm yep…no writing done in diary till next day….

  Diary entry July 7th

  HANGOVER.... That is the fucking understatement of the year.......

  Last night I got on the piss and I Snapped Brax and we got all frisky and shit.

  Lord I did it. I did the old Miley, the Miley that I was years ago and the Miley that I miss. I went rogue baby. I went against all that I said I would never do and I jumped and fuck me it was surprisingly amazing. Hot sexy snaps sent between a much older woman and a boy.

  He snapped me, ‘Morning beautiful how's ya head?’

  Well my head is fine.... pounding, fuck yes but I remember everything if that is what he's getting at here...

  ‘Morning,’ I send back, ‘head’s fine, how are you?’ I ask him. (LIES, LIES, all LIES Miley ya head’s about to explode......)

  He replies with, ‘He’s sick, a chest infection.’ Poor bloke that’s rough.’

  We snap throughout the day and he asks me if I remember last night?

  Face slap! Yep, I definitely do.

  ‘Sure, do,’ I write back.

  ‘Good,’ he says.

  I got a little sexy and may have told him what I would like him to do to me.

  Yep Miley, high five girl.

  WINNING!!!!!!! />
  Well, he’s keen, he has told me that he loves older women; wants older women. Gels better with them, loves their experience and that they know what they want. I have given so much of me to everyone else and put me on the back burner for so long that I think it’s about time I do something for Miley, just Miley get down and enjoy this life.

  Diary Entry July 8th

  Fuck me I'm in deep. Bow down, you thought you were in control, well doll face, you lied.

  It was all fucking lies Miley... you lied to your soul and now ya brain’s playing catch up and ya heart? Well, that fucker is lost to the sea of whiskey eyes and sexy soulful grit that is the voice of a God damn stranger.......

  Diary Entry July 9th

  Brax, Brax, Brax, Brax.

  Tisk, Tisk, Tisk, Tisk....

  Yeppppp folks, girl down....

  Snaps all damn day, everyday......

  Sweet beautiful masterpiece that is Brax......

  Why all the full stops Miley? Well, why fucking not Miley?...

  Lord I'm talking to myself.... I have lost it....

  I'm gone.... Yep girl, gone......

  Diary Entry Catchup

  Edited to add I have been so consumed with all that is Brax and this sexy fling through the airwaves that I haven’t written or documented a single thing.

  So sorry. Preoccupied…

  July 23rd...

  Fast forward to July 23rd. I have been so busy with the kids and Snapchatting that I haven’t written anything in here. Lord I have it bad.

  So, folks... back to story time, maybe...

  Coz like I'm legit crazy… I'm out of my mind and I am lost... down a rabbit hole that is BRAX.... He’s the beginning, middle and fucking end of this vortex.

  He likes all of me mate... the curves, well the insane rolls and chunky bits... the sass... the mouthy chats and drunken banter, the crazy that comes with me and all my kids... he's totes keen as beans... Not even a tap and gap, nope.... I don't see any fucking tapping... I'm too fucked up for that shit...

  So... I am well, I am me and I am fucked up...

  I have fucked up...

  I have run and hid...

  I have lost more than myself...

  But I found more than I knew I ever could....

  Miley.....

  I found Miley baby...

  CHAPTER TWO

  A devoted wife, ha... an adoring mother with three beautiful children, yes, long blonde hair and sky-blue eyes. She is the picture of perfect happiness; she has what everyone longs for.

  Well, that’s what she wants people to think.

  She’s depressed and lonely. She lives in a world full of kids, never ending chores, and a husband who is emotionally absent. His physical body is still there going through the motions, but his heart and soul are no longer present. Together, they have been through too much drama and pain over the years and she has endured so much heartache that you would think that she would just leave.

  But you see Miley is a sucker for punishment.

  Cheating and lies, naked pics on cell phones, women that are not his wife. Photos found in a drawer; women wrapped around stripper poles.

  Scandal and more scandal.

  But she is broken, scared and lost. She chooses to turn a blind eye.

  So, she stays and she sucks it up and has embedded herself in her children and reading love stories, until the day that a man found her and showed her just what living was like, with a man who knew what it was like to love a woman from afar.

  He knew just what a woman needed to feel beautiful…

  Welcome to the story of two souls who come together on Snapchat and find something so beautiful that it makes even the lonely smile.

  Two souls who come together and find what is beautiful in this world, each other who are so alike that they could be soul mates.

  Are they strong enough?

  Do you think you can be friends with benefits?

  Expecting nothing in return?

  Can you love someone from afar?

  Well, read on to find out.

  CHAPTER THREE

  My whole being is wrapped up in being a mother and a wife. I have given all of me to them and I have been through hell and back. I have loved and I have lost and when I received a strange add on Snapchat I was at a loss. I was feeling alone and all that I actually looked forward to was reading. Getting lost in the erotic fairy tales from indie authors.

  I write a little, yes, but I have never published. God no! I just write inside the pages of journals and have them stashed all over my home for the day I die, and the world will see just how insanely lonely and broken my soul is.

  So, you could say I’m an aspiring author.

  It will never be enough though. The writing, the reading, and the getting lost in the illusion, the perception of what life should be, it’s just a figment of one’s imagination.

  I sit and I dream for the knight in shining armor. I dream my husband will become the prince and wake up and steal my heart and soul. Take me on the journey of love that I see everywhere and put me first, loving me like he needs me to breathe.

  I watch him with so much love now for what he has given me; my children. I have a family I didn’t know I wanted...

  I didn’t want the settle down shit, make a home, get married and have babies but he did! I was so young and full of so much anxiety and innocence, I was naïve and a hot mess. I had a childhood where I had no voice and no love. I never said no, and I always allowed people to walk all over me. I pleased, I bowed, and I bent.

  So, you see how easy it was to just blow out the control and take all he had to give me? Which was fuck all.

  I just gave in and gave up.

  He spends so much time away from us that I feel like I am a solo parent. He pays all the bills and takes care of that side of life and works hard.

  That is the excuse I get whenever he wants to spend his weekends off without us. He leaves and goes away for his ‘ME’ time and yes, I used air quotes, it required it and the raise of my eyebrows.

  I get it, being a parent is hard-core, working is hard core and having a demanding company is insane, but did you stop and see just how fucking hard core it is for me? I am alone twenty-four hours a day, seven days a week. For when you are here, you’re not.

  You’re on your phone or you’re out in your office. You scream at the kids to, ‘Shut the fuck up!’ and you yell at me for the mess they make and the noise.

  “I leave for work and there is fighting. I come home and there is still fighting, and a fuck load more mess,” he spits out at me daily.

  You break my soul with your evil glares and your nasty words, the cold shoulders and the mood swings. It is like I’m living in a house full of trip wires. One wrong step and I’ll set one off.

  I find my solace in the bottom of a bottle and even that grates on your nerves but fuck, what more do you want from me? You took my happiness years ago and flushed it down the toilet the moment you took my trust, my respect and compassion. I am a shell of a women who now runs on coffee and what ifs and maybes, and a lot of vodka.

  I am walking inside the empty walls of my brain living on the echoes of a heartbeat that is slowing fading. All I want you to do is pull me closer and take me back to the beginning of when this began. I only ever wanted one life partner and one father to all my children, so I could voice my opinion and tell you just what’s up, what I expect from a partner, from a friend, from a human who has pushed for my time.

  I wish I had sat down and spoken from my actual heart and not just given in before I had no choice but to live with you, for the sake of these young children who need this life as fucked up and dysfunctional as it is.

  I need it also, for I have lost me and have been living in this hamster wheel for fourteen years. So no, I won’t be able to live out there without you and this fucked up cycle of holding on for a better tomorrow and hope.

  It doesn’t come though, we just get more mood swings, more cheating and more naked pho
tos of women’s tits and vaginas on your cell phone and when you get caught out, it’s all my fault. I am to blame because I am not what you want me to be, I am not what you had envisioned.

  I am not as sexual as you want me to be.

  Well, the kids kinda put a damper on that.

  I’m not like the other girls; you have had freaks in the sheets.

  I’m not as adventurous as them.

  I don’t do daytime sex and blow jobs between cooking, cleaning, kids, school runs, trips, camps, school meetings, doctor’s appointments and kid’s after-school activities and sports, fuck and well life.

  But have you ever thought that maybe I do and would do those things given a chance? Given the right man? The right setting? Fuck if you showed me that it’s me you love; me you want and me you desire that I would do these things. I think yes, yes, I would. I want to kiss the past goodbye and have you love me like you do those girls, I want you to fucking fuck me like you do them.

  CHAPTER FOUR

  I am sorry you chased me; I didn’t chase you. I chose to stay, and I chose to fight, I chose to kill my soul and bend to you and your wishes. So please don’t throw that shit at me.

  This isn’t on me.

  I didn’t do this! I stayed home like the fucked up little broken housewife and was broken into your mold. I sat quietly in the dark drinking vodka while you were either in bed on your phone or out in your truck doing god knows what with god knows who.

  Do you see that now as our kids are getting older, they need you more? They need a father and they need to know what is going on?