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I knew I wanted him longer than just those 20 minutes he had planned. I needed more—more of him."20 minutes, only?" I asked, my voice betraying the shock I felt, as I fought to hold back the tear threatening to escape my eye."Yeah, I'm sorry," he replied, his tone apologetic. "My boss is back, and he's been extra strict since he returned."I clenched my fists, trying to hold back the frustration and sadness bubbling inside me. I didn’t want to seem whiny or clingy—especially not when Bash was radiating that infuriating “I don’t care” vibe.The last thing I needed was to seem overly attached, like I was desperate for his attention. He had made it clear that he had boundaries, and I didn’t want to cross them or make things awkward between us. But it was hard—hard not to feel a little disappointed that our time together was being cut short so suddenly.“So, let’s get to it before I have to go. I think 20 minutes should be good,” he said, his tone casual, almost too casual, as he walked

Irritably, I gathered my things, feeling the frustration rising in my chest. I could still hear his voice echoing in my mind, the way he casually mentioned work like it was some unexpected inconvenience. He was the one who suggested we meet up, I thought, gripping my bag tighter. It wasn’t like I had forced him into this. We had made plans—plans he had seemed excited about when we talked earlier. But now, it felt like I was the only one who cared about actually following through.By the time I reached the street,I called for a cab, almost slamming the phone down in my frustration. As the car pulled up, I climbed in without a word.I couldn't stop thinking about how ridiculous it all was. Why bother suggesting we meet up if you didn’t have the time?I headed to the shopping mall and walked into the supermarket, trying to shake off the frustration from earlier. There were a few things I needed, like perfumes and soaps—essentials, really. Since meeting Bash, I found myself wanting to u

She returned with the box and immediately noticed Russo staring at me. Her expression shifted, sharp and questioning, as if she were trying to piece something together. I couldn’t help but think she assumed I’d needed the pill because of… Alessandro Russo—a man twice my age.“Oh no, it’s not with him—” I blurted out, rushing to explain.She nodded, but I could tell my explanation hadn’t helped. She’d clearly seen and heard some of the strangest things, yet me insisting it wasn’t with Russo somehow made it worse. I wanted to melt into the countertop—or vanish among the rows of medicine boxes and containers surrounding me.“Anyway, is this the first time you’re taking this pill?” she asked.I nodded slightly, cheeks burning with embarrassment.“Okay, the instructions are in the leaflet inside the box. Make sure you read and understand them, but everything should be fine,” she said, handing me the box.She printed out the receipt, and my heart nearly stopped when I glimpsed the price.“O

I could not sit there anymore. The laughter between them, the ease, the way she kept throwing little jabs without actually saying what she meant—it was suffocating. My skin felt too tight, and my stomach twisted with something ugly. I was not angry just at her. I was angry at him. At myself. At this whole damn situation.I shot up from my seat abruptly, and I stormed off toward my bedroom. My footsteps were heavy, deliberate, but no matter how far I got, I could still hear Roni’s laughter ringing through the house. Light, carefree, like she belonged there.I clenched my fists. Why was she acting like that? So comfortable, so at ease, as if she had known them forever.Both Bash and Russo were supposed to be mine—to know, to understand, to be close to. But there she was, slipping into my world like it was effortless, stealing the attention that once belonged to me.I shut my door behind me and pressed my back against it, my heart pounding with frustration. The more I thought about it,

She wasted no time grabbing my wrist and tugging me out of the kitchen with a sense of urgency.“What’s happening?” my father asked as he saw her drag my ass to the bedroom“Nothing,” Roni answered quickly, brushing off his concern.I overheard my father sigh as he turned to Bash. “Those two… they’ve always been inseparable.”If only my father knew the real reason she was dragging me away, he’d probably take back that comment in an instant.We reached her bedroom and she closed the door tight. “It was him, wasn’t it?” she asked, in a low voice “Uhm…no.” I tried to go on with a lie. “Tori, I know when you are lying and right now, I can see that you are lying. And not only you’re lying, you are doing a terrible job at it.” she sighed I froze in my spot. I did not know how I was going to tell her. I knew she was going to be gutted. “Okay…” I sighed, ready to tell her the story but she shook her head “So, he is the guy you kissed?” she asked. Wait? Kiss?I nodded quickly. If it mea

What was he doing here? I froze in the kitchen the minute our eyes locked, my heart skipping a beat. “Bash! Hi, how are you?” my father asked, greeting him warmly as they shook hands.“Hello, Mr. Carter,” Bash replied, his smile polite but guarded.My body grew cold, as if someone had splashed ice water down my back. I stood frozen, unsure of how to react or even what to feel in that moment. “Come in, come in,” my father urged, more than happy to let Bash into the house.“Oh no, sir, I’m not here for long,” Bash quickly replied, his tone polite but somewhat hesitant.“Don’t be foolish,” my father smiled, clearly eager to have him stay a bit longer.Clearly against his will, Bash stepped into the house and made his way toward the living room, never once looking in my direction after our eyes had locked at the door. The distance between us seemed to stretch with every step he took.Flashbacks. “Can we get you anything to drink?” My dad offered “Uhm..” “Let me get you juice at leas

“My my, this looks cosy.” Dominic faked a chuckle. I broke eye contact with Joshua and hurried to the kitchen and reached out for a bowl. Because Dominic is much taller than me and has a certain order for how his things should be organised, he placed all the bowls towards the back, causing one of them to slip out of my hands and fall to the ground. “HOMER!” Dominic yelled at me while I stared at the broken pieces of glass right at my feet. “I am so sorry.” I hurried off to get the broom and dustpan. “It was an accident.” Joshua sighed as he came out of the bathroom to peep at what happened. Dominic, on the other hand, did not look too pleased. He had already worn his grumpy face by then and was starting to growl. “I am so so sorry, sir.” I apologised as I started to sweep up the mess. “Why are you so clumsy?!” Dominic asked angrily“Look, these things happen.” Joshua started to defend me“Joshua, it’s okay. You don’t need to speak up for me.” I quickly snapped at him“I am only

“I am sorry sir, for lying earlier. Emma Scorsone is a good friend of mine.” I finally answered “Then why do the records say that she is your sister?” he asked. I felt like everything was just getting worse and worse and going against me. Anything I said would just make everything much worse. I imagined if I had just settled for telling the truth from the start, I would not be in such a messy situation. “I don’t know. Maybe when she was arriving, she must have said something about being my sister to Wilbur and Stanley. I am not sure.” I twisted some few words around hoping it would not come back to haunt me. “Okay,” he said I remained standing above him for some more time. “Can I help you with something?” he asked “I just wanted to know where else the cameras are,” I said worriedly “They are only in the kitchen, living room, dining room and like the corridors. I am thinking of installing at least one or two in here,” he replied “So, there is none in the room I sleep in?” I as

“Homer, who is Emma Scorsone?” he asked again, only his face was starting to get a bit more serious.I knew I was definitely getting into more trouble by pretending to not know who he was talking about. “Uhm…” I still wondered what I was going to say“You know, this could end quicker if you just told the truth.” he sighed “I don’t know who Emma Scorsone is, sir?” I lied quickly “Really?” he queried I nodded. I wondered how he discovered the name and why he was asking me about her. Did the Stanley or Wilbur tell him about Emma coming over? I assumed he had surveillance cameras around the house but he would have probably asked who I was with and not the name. So, I decided that Stanley or Wilbur most probably told him about her. “Finish cleaning up the dishes and then we will come and have a talk,” he said and walked out of the kitchen. I gulped nervously. I had no way out. In times like that, I wished I did not live with him because I would have probably ran off and pretended to

“What a day!” the sound of Dominic’s voice scared me from a deep sleep. “Homer, you can’t be sleeping on the couch!”I slowly opened my eyes and rubbed them to find an angry Dominic standing above me. “There is a room for you to do all the sleeping you want to do,” he said. “I am really sorry, sir.” I stood up and apologised. He walked away, clearly irritated while I debated if I should go and take a nap, or just shower and get out of my maid uniform and call it an early night. “I am so exhausted!” Dominic groaned “How was it?” I asked “It was actually really lovely. I enjoyed it. We went to an art gallery. Her younger sister just actually just opened an art gallery so we saw a few pieces, might buy a few for my house and then we went for lunch to this Japanese restaurant. I was not really a fan of the sushi. I have better sushi but she enjoyed it and then after all that, we went to the park and walked.” he answered “So, it was a date?” I asked “No, no. Not a date. I am not th

As soon as Dominic’s car disappeared, Emma’s car showed up, all before Stan and Wilbur could close the gate. So, Dominic must have passed Emma. “Ma’am, you’re lost. You might want to make a U-turn.” Wilbur said“No, I am not lost. I believe I am at the right place,” she answered. Emma was the last person Stanley and Wilbur wanted to fight with. Even if they were just doing their job, she would still manage to find a way to fight them. “Do you know anyone here?” Stanley asked “I am here to see my sister, Harper Holmes.” She answered “HOLMES!” Wilbur called my name. I walked out of the house nervously. I did not know what Stan or Wilbur could do now that Dominic was not around and Rebecca had stopped showing up. I did not know if Dominic had left either of them in charge. “Yes?” I replied as soon as I reached them. “Well, don’t you look adorable in your little uniform,” Emma said excitedly “Is this your sister?” Wilbur asked. I mean technically she was not my sister but if I s

“I am sorry sir,” I blushed as I asked him to repeat what he had just said “I was saying that we need to come up with a plan for your sleepwear,” he repeated while his eyes traced all over my body once again“Why?” I looked down at my outfit as I felt my cheeks heat up. He kept quiet and continued to look at me. “Because…” he finally shrugged “Because what?” I questioned, “Did Sadie say something?” “No, no.” he laughed “Okay, the both of you guys need to stop with your weird competition or whatever it is.” I wondered what he meant. Did Sadie also ask if I had said something to him? I mean, most definitely if he was saying that we need to stop with our competition. I did not want to ask him what he meant by the competition because he would start talking about that and forget the whole conversation about sleepwear. “So, why are we coming up with a plan for my sleepwear?” I dared to ask again“I don’t know. I just guess we should come up with one.” he shrugged “Then what if I ref