Author: Bad Bedtime Stories Club

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You weren’t supposed to stop here. This story continues inside Bad Bedtime Stories Club. Unlock every confession, full chapters, and the complete after-dark audio library. Join the Club

You weren’t supposed to stop here. This story continues inside Bad Bedtime Stories Club. Unlock every confession, full chapters, and the complete after-dark audio library. Join the Club

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By month eight I had developed a theory. The theory was this: Eric Davies was not incapable of seeing me. He was simply looking in the wrong direction. My job was to redirect the looking without him noticing I was redirecting it, because the moment he noticed the redirecting he would categorize it as a…

The first thing I did as a married woman was buy a planner. Not a fun planner. Not the kind with illustrated covers and motivational quotes. A serious planner – leather-bound, tabbed, the kind that comes with a small card explaining its organizational philosophy. I found it in a shop that smelled of expensive paper…

I should tell you about my father’s 60th birthday dinner, but I should tell you about it the way it actually was rather than the way I have occasionally been tempted to tell it, which is as the beginning of a great love story with all the appropriate dramatic lighting applied in retrospect. The truth…

I am barefoot in the passenger seat of my husband’s car at two in the morning. One heel is somewhere at the Harrington’s garden party. Jason Calloway’s jacket is on my shoulders. My mascara has made a decision and the decision is cheekbones. I am talking – I know I am talking too much because…