A Year For Change: The Nicholas Chronicles, #3

By Matt Zachary

This is the third book in The Nicholas Chronicles.

Nicholas and Michel finally have a life where they can be happy together, but it doesn't take long for jealousy to set in. Before he knows it, Nicholas' life is flipped upside down. He finds himself dealing with things he never wanted to or planned on dealing with. He manages to bring order back to his life, just to be confronted with an old face from the past.

This book is a novella of about 16,000 words.

Other books by Matt Zachary:

New Discoveries (Book 1 of the New Discoveries series)
Broken Hearts (Book 2 of the New Discoveries series)
Life Changes (Book 3 of the New Discoveries series)
New Beginnings (Book 4 of the New Discoveries series)
The New Discoveries Series: Complete Collection (All 4 Books)
12 Days of Craigslist
A Life For Nicholas (Book 1 of The Nicholas Chronicles)
A Home For Christmas (Book 2 of The Nicholas Chronicles)
A Year For Change (Book 3 of The Nicholas Chronicles)
The Nicholas Chronicles (All 3 Books)

• Language: English
• Publisher: Porterlance Books
• Release date: Jul 5, 2013
• ISBN: 9781497776913

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Books by Matt Zachary:

New Discoveries (Book 1 of the New Discoveries series)

Broken Hearts (Book 2 of the New Discoveries series)

Life Changes (Book 3 of the New Discoveries series)

New Beginnings (Book 4 of the New Discoveries series)

The New Discoveries Series: Complete Collection (All 4 Books)

12 Days of Craigslist

A Life For Nicholas (Book 1 of The Nicholas Chronicles)

A Home For Christmas (Book 2 of The Nicholas Chronicles)

A Year For Change (Book 3 of The Nicholas Chronicles)

The Nicholas Chronicles (All 3 Books)

www.PorterlanceBooks.com

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A Year For Change

matt zachary

Chapter 1

Happy Anniversary, Baby! Michel announced as he had me sit with my eyes closed at the table.  It seemed like my eyes were closed for an eternity.  I listened as I heard the sounds of dishes clanging, and a lighter flicking.  There were several other sounds I couldn’t decipher.  Maybe I was just too hungry to concentrate on more than the delicious aroma of food filling up the dining room. 

Can I open my eyes yet? I pled.  I was excited.  It was the first anniversary I had ever had, since Michel was my first true relationship. 

Okay...you can open them now, Michel answered.  As my eyes adjusted, I was amazed at all Michel had done for me.  The table was set with linen tablecloths and napkins, and even two white candles that had been lit in celebration.  There was everything from grilled steak and asparagus, to fresh baked rolls and corn on the cob spread out on the table...all my favorites.

Over the last year together, I had taught Michel a lot about cooking, which I learned from Mary at the soup kitchen where I still volunteered.  Seeing the wonderful dinner he had prepared, I was beaming with pride.

As I looked around the room, I noticed that Michel not only decorated the table, but also the rest of the room and adjoining living room.  Everything looked so special and romantic.

Wait here...I forgot one last thing, Michel announced and sprinted out of the room.  Within seconds I heard the sound of soft music playing.  If I closed my eyes, I would’ve sworn that we were being serenaded by violins. 

When Michel came back, I stood to meet him.  This is all so wonderful, I told him as I wrapped my arms around him and kissed him deeply.  I love you so much!  I meant it.  Michel was the greatest thing that had ever happened to me.  For the first time in my life I felt complete.  I had a home and a family, and that’s all I ever really wanted. 

I love you, too, Michel replied before reminding me that we needed to sit down and eat before the food got cold. 

Everything was delicious and cooked perfectly.  I told Michel he should study to be a chef if his job working for his Dad didn’t pan out.  They can call you ‘The Sexy Chef’ and you can have your own TV show, I teased.

After we were both stuffed, I forced Michel to go and relax while I cleaned everything up.  This was your anniversary gift, he argued but I reminded him that it was his anniversary too, and cleaning up was the least I could do.  Okay, he reluctantly agreed. 

Once I had everything cleaned up, I found Michel draped across the bed, still clothed, snoring.  I imagined he had spent all day, getting everything ready for the wonderful surprise he planned.  I snuggled up to him and kissed his ear lobe softly as I wrapped my arm across his chest.  I love you, I whispered.  Michel’s eyes opened a crack and he whispered the words back in a horse voice.  You can’t go to sleep just yet, though, I told him.  I still haven’t given you your anniversary gift."

You cleaned the kitchen, he reminded me, still sounding like he was half asleep.

I ran my hand under his shirt and caressed his chest before travelling farther south.  When I reached his crotch, he became more alert. 

Does this have anything to do with my gift, he asked? 

Maybe...

I slowly stripped Michel’s shirt off before proceeding to his jeans.  I left his boxers on and walked to the bathroom. 

Hey!  Where are you going? he yelled, frustrated that I would get him all aroused and then just leave. 

I poked my head from the bathroom.  I had to get the oils for your sensual anniversary massage, I told him.  I could see the excitement register in his eyes. 

For the next hour, I rubbed and caressed every inch of Michel’s perfect body.  By the time the massage was over, we were both extremely aroused.  Michel refused to let me put the massage supplies back up and instead threw me back onto the bed, on my back.  I am so horny! he told me.  I laughed because it was obvious from the size of his erect dick.  It was harder than I think I had ever seen it, and was leaking generous amounts of pre-cum. 

Michel took no time at all in removing my clothes and was rewarded with my rock hard dick.  I wasn’t much of a pre-cummer, but my dick was definitely ready for action. 

We took turned making love to each other in every position we could think of.  By the end of the night, the bed was a mess, and we were covered in sweat and completely spent. 

I wanted to just collapse and fall asleep but the thought of going to sleep all sweaty, and smelling of sex wasn’t super appealing to me.  As much as I loved Michel, I also loved going to bed clean.  So, I convinced him to take a quick shower with me, where we took turns cleaning each other.  As I dried him off after the shower, I could see the love in Michel’s eyes.  I hoped he could see it echoed back