Jean-Luc Cheri [Cheri - Taking Her Place

TAKING HER PLACE

by

Jean-Luc Cheri

AMAZON EDITION

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PUBLISHED BY:

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Taking Her Place

Copyright 2016 by Eradygm Publishing

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Book description:

An erotic novella

Eighteen-year-old Beth is still trying to get over the loss of her older sister Cheryl, who died suddenly a year and a half ago. Sharing the loss is Cheryls husband Julian, whose perfect life is now in ruins because of his overwhelming grief. Gone is his once-successful career and expensive house, and hes living in a squalid apartment while working as a stock boy in a grocery store.

Following her mothers urgings, Beth visits Julian, and the two form a small bond. As time passes the bond between them becomes stronger and stronger, and the two in-laws realize theyre caring for each other more than they should. Julian begins to turn his life around, and the sexual chemistry sparks between him and Beth.

Will Beth be able to go the distance and take her sisters place in Julians life? Or will societys pressures keep them from finding happiness in each others arms?

Contains graphic descriptions of sex. Adults only.

45,587 words, or 183 standard pages, in length. (Not including supplementary material)

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Table of Contents

Id rather not, I told my mom.

Im not asking, she replied firmly. Julian is still a part of our family.

Hes so weird now. Completely different than he used to be. Im not comfortable around him.

From her expression, it was clear she was disappointed in me. Beth, Cheryls only been gone for a year and a half. They were in love. Have a little compassion. Unless youve experienced it, you dont know what hes going through.

I frowned. I did go through it. She was my sister. I grieved too.

As did I. But its not the same. She was his wife. They had their entire lives to be together. Cheryl was pregnant, and they were planning on having more children after that. And then to have that all ripped away in a single moment. Im surprised hes doing as well as he is.

But hes not doing well at all. He got fired from his accounting job, and now hes stocking shelves at the grocery store. He lost their house, and his apartment is a messy shit hole with trash everywhere. And have you seen him lately? I hardly recognize him. He doesnt shave, hes gained weight, and I dont think hes had a haircut since Cheryl died. Not to mention he smells like alcohol all the time.

Hes still recovering. It takes time. But right now he needs our help the most. Were his family. We cant turn our backs on him. Her voice softened. Beth, think about it. Cheryl would want us to help him. If not for him, do it for her. Please?

I sighed, realizing I had no argument against my mothers trump card. She knew exactly where to stick in the knife of guilt and twist it.

Fine, I said. Ill visit him. But Im not staying long.

She smiled softly. Thank you. She glanced at the clock. Youd better take your shower and go over there, hes leaving for work in a few hours.

I rolled my eyes and left the kitchen, heading through the living room towards the stairs. But I stopped at the mantle and stared at the large framed photo hanging on the wall over it.

It was a picture of my sister and me, taken at a professional studio almost six years ago. Id been twelve at the time, and Cheryl was eighteen, my current age. Her long, curly dark locks spilled down over her shoulders, just like mine did now. But my hair in the photo was much shorter and goofy looking one of our moms home jobs.

I stared at my sisters face. It was almost like looking in a mirror. We had the same features full lips, small noses turned up at the end, blue eyes, and high cheekbones. Shed been a cheerleader in high school, and so had I. Wed both been on the swim team, and wed both dated the most popular guys.

Popular guys like Julian, whod been the quarterback of the football team. They started dating in their senior year, and were together ever since, going to the same college and then getting married a year after graduation. He parlayed his football scholarship into an Accounting degree, and was hired by one of the top firms in the city. His future was set great job, beautiful wife, nice house in the better part of town, and a baby on the way. Then the unthinkable happened.

The accident occurred less than a mile from their house. She was driving home from getting a sonogram at her obstetricians office, when a teenage girl swerved into her lane and hit her SUV head-on. Cheryl died instantly, and it was determined later that the girl had been texting while driving. The sonogram photo was found in the wreckage, and was placed in Cheryls hands as she lay in her casket.

Beth, I told you to take a shower. Stop delaying.

I turned from the picture to see my mom standing in the doorway to the kitchen.

I miss her, I said softly.

So do I, honey, she replied. So do I.

I pulled my car into the parking lot of Julians apartment building. It was an ugly-looking place thatd been built out of concrete and brick. It mightve been okay when it was new back in the Seventies, but now it was just tired and worn. Several abandoned cars sat in the parking lot, and the once grass-lined walkways were now surrounded by dirt.

I couldnt help but compare it to the house that Julian had bought with the bonus his company had given him for signing on with them. It was like something out a home and garden magazine, with vaulted ceilings and curved staircases. My favorite part had been the beautiful blue pool in the back, with its very own waterfall. My sister had hosted several family summer picnics back there, and my cousins and younger brothers had so much fun in the water.

Julians company had been understanding when Cheryl died, giving him time off to grieve. They even forgave how he showed up for work a few times smelling like beer, or how he let his appearance slide, only shaving when he felt like it, and putting on weight so that his expensive suits no longer fit him properly.

The straw that broke the camels back was when one of the firms more exclusive clients showed up for a meeting with his teenage daughter in tow. The girl sat at the other end of the long conference room table focused on her smart phone as Julian went over the details of her fathers account.

Then, out of nowhere, Julian began berating the sixteen-year-old, telling her that she was rude and inconsiderate for texting when she should be focused on more important things. When he called the tearful young girl a selfish little cunt, her father had had enough, and his large right fist knocked Julian unconscious with one punch.

When Julian woke up, he was out of a job, and a few months later he was also out of a house, having to move into this dump of an apartment after accepting a bagger and stockboy position at the local Krogers.