Mae’spovI felt like I could barely breathe, plus I was freezing for what felt like hours. Being scantily dressed had made it so easy for me to get cold.After banging on the door and yelling for help for a long time, I was very tired. When I heard Ethan call my name, I thought I was hallucinating, but I hit the door anyway, ignoring the icy stickiness.“Please, Ethan help!” I called out forcing strength into my voice.He muttered something else and then I heard nothing from his side.He could not leave me here. Panic built up in my body making my shivering worsen. I hit the door trying again. What if I had actually hallucinated him. Was I trapped in here till I went completely crazy.Ava was going to kill me. When hereturned I was in a frenzy.“Mae, can you hear me. I was not sure my voice could carry through so I hit the door twice. “There’s a button Mae, by the door. Look for a latch by the door. Feel around for one.” I reached out with shaky hands and felt around the wall
I tensed in bed as he raised the volume of the television.“…and she has been getting a lot of hate for what she did to the dress. When I first saw the video of her ripping the bodice, I was horrified, that was..the dress, you know…” She told the interviewer who nodded sympathetically.“Then she came on stage in this absolutely beautiful dress, it wasn’t the same as what my mother was makin-if you’ve seen the original you would understand.” A photo of Saskia’s dress taken after her death, and my alterations at the show was placed side by side on the screen.“I’ve attended shows with my mother and every show she always had something to say about the designs, what she would do differently. That night for the first time after her death I felt she was-she was there with me.“ my heart leapt out to Hilde as she wiped a stray tear from her eye.“Mae Ricci did not ruin my mother’s dress. She did the exact thing my mum would do if she was in that situation. I can even admit that she made i
Panic rose in my chest as her forehead leaked blood in an almost steady stream. I temporarily forgot that she had gotten the injury by bashing her freaking head on the tile like it meant nothing to her.“Oh my god, are you okay?” I ask and reached out for her.My action seemed to trigger her because she screamed even louder causing me to shrink away from her. Then she pulled on her hair ruining the perfectly done updo.I had never seen someone act this psychotic, I was worried she was going to harm herself. Oh who was I kidding, she already did. The goal now was to make sure she didn’t do something worse. I rushed to the bathroom door and yanked it. it didn’t budge.Ethan knocked on the door calling my name, so she had locked it when she had come in. I opened it quickly, talking rapidly while he looked me over checking for wounds.“It’s not me, it’s Ava!” I tell him and Ethan paused like he really didn’t understand what I was saying. I was relieved the bathroom was a while away f
I had the house to myself, which was a good thing in my books. There was no one here to see me sulk and stuff my face with food. My only company was Gideon and he kept to his own his side of the house. Even my escorts were unavailable. Guess at the end of the day, protecting his precious Ava was more important than guarding me.For the millionth time that day I filled my bowl to the brim with cereal and sat crossed legged on the plush rug, as I watched several reruns of my mother’s favorite telenovela, since my life was becoming one. They might have tips for handling my fake husband’s possibly crazy ex.To say I was in shock was a simple term, so many times I had replayed that night in my head, wondering if I missed something.We were talking, and then she slammed her head on the counter. My hands were no where near her, I think? With the fear I saw on her face after she raised her bloodied head, I wondered if I had actually done it in a fit of rage, and wiped the incident from my mem
I looked down at the clear liquid, hesitating.“You didn’t say anything about the new decor Wynona.” I pointed out, pouting as I raised theglass.“Oh yeah!” she giggled turning around. “It looks great, I would have done a lot more…”-she ran her hand across a frame of a painting. I could not tell what the artist was going for, all I could see were legs and a ton of color, but I liked it. Seeing my chance, I emptied the contents of my glass into the plant pot beside me, hoping the dosage would not be enough to kill the plant.I raised the glass to my lips just as Wynona turned.She frowned at me, then shrugged and smiled. “I wanted us to drink at the same time, but hey! I appreciate the spirit.” She downed hers and gagged, sputtering. “How the fuck did you manage to keep this down with a straight face?”“Oh you know, Italian genes.” She snorted at that.It took a little convincing, but Gideon reluctantly agreed to let me go out without him, even though his brows stayed knit together as
That was the longest shower I had probably taken. I let the hot water run over my body for the longest time, to wash away the smell of alcohol and my anger at Ethan for his words. Was I angry at what he had said, or the fact that he was with Ava all day and only came to boss me around, or was it just the fact that he had been with Ava? I knew this feeling. Jealousy.I turned off the shower and stepped out.By the end of thirty minutes, I had on pants and a cashmere top, and carried the luggage I had packed for the trip, enough for a week. My eyes fell on the drawer containing Wynona’s gift and my cheeks colored.Ethan had also changed clothes and was now dressed in cream colored slacks and a light colored polo shirt. He stared at one of the art pieces I had got. I cleared my throat to alert him of my presence. He gave me a once over and nodded his approval.“You ready?” He asked coldly.Dotting Ethan was gone, and brooding Ethan was back.After I nodded, he turned on his heel and open
Cool air blew around me raising my hair off my neck as it barreled in my face. I could smell the sea from our place. I itched to see the beach but waited as Ethan led us to the main house. Natural looking décor hung around the property giving it a calming feel. I now understood why rich people went on vacations in homes like these. “Is this really yours?” I asked incredulous“Not mine specifically. My grandfather bought this property a long time ago, it has been in the family ever since, why?” I forced my grin down and unlocked the patio door Ethan pressed his phone to his ear and moved down a corridor as he spoke into the receiver.I took off my sandal heels and ventured further unto the patio. There was a little dinner setting, covered Jacuzzi and a little swing, but more importantly, the empty beach. I felt drawn to it. God I would love the week we would spend here. I walked to the sand and sunk my feet in, allowing it to cover my toes. A giggle of pleasure escaped from my lips. It
I woke up earl y that morning to make breakfast. A little exchange since he had made dinner for us last night. After a comfortable meal, we set on our mission.He stopped us in front of a unisex shop for clothes and helped me out of the car.The shop was unassuming on the outside but absolutely gorgeous on the inside. With bold- looking interior design that would appeal to both their male and female customers. A sales representative welcomed us and asked who needed outfit.“We both do.”“Would you like your fitting together?”“She should get started with the designer. It won’t take me long to find a suit.” he replied with a charming smile. The representative grinned back at him.“Of course Mr. Crowe.”She led me to a small room and people brought in snacks and food while I waited for them to bring dresses out. She walked in, in a cute black business suit with her afro styled in a low bun.“Mrs. Crowe. It is a pleasure to finally meet you! I’m Imani. ” she said fondly with light in her
MAEI walked out of the bathroom without a towel. I mean, why would I need one? I was alone, or so I thought. The music playing from my speaker filled the room, "Get You" by Daniel Caesar and Kali Uchis. I swayed my hips, humming along to the song, enjoying how peaceful life felt for once. Being naked really made me feel happy and comforting. It felt nice, just being in my own space with no one bothering me.Then I turned around, mid-dance, and froze.There he was.Ethan. Freaking Ethan. Standing there like this was his room, his eyes as wide as mine. My brain short-circuited for a second before it all hit me. I was standing there, completely naked, in front of him. My scream was practically louder than the music playing in the room.“WHAT THE HELL?!” I yelled, scrambling for something, anything, to cover myself. My eyes darted around the room in a panic, looking for a towel, but of course, there wasn’t one. Because why would I have thought to grab one? I did the only thing I could
ETHAN I watched Mae storm out of the kitchen, angrily. You could definitely tell by her angry foot steps and the huffing sounds she kept making.She didn’t even glance at me, not once. The coldness in her attitude was enough to make me feel like the worst person alive. It was weird, she also looked cute when she was either angry, sad, frustrated…. She was just cute. But then, I’d messed up big time, yeah, I knew that. But I had my reasons. I needed to talk to Ava alone, and I didn’t want Mae there. It was already hard enough trying to sort out whatever… marriage of ours was. I wasn't sure how I felt anymore. Everything was confusing.And having both of them in the same place? It was like a disaster waiting to happen. Still, Mae’s reaction? It stung more than I wanted to admit. I didn't think she'd be this mad, I thought she'd at least understand that I had a reason.I always had a reason for everything, for getting married to her, for talking to Ava. For everything.Last night was
MAEThe car ride was already awkward enough without Ava opening her mouth, but of course, she couldn’t keep her little mouth shut. She leaned forward slightly, her voice had a hint of fake concern, more like mock concern.“So, Ethan,” she began, “how have you been holding up after, you know, the photo?” I tensed in my seat, my hands gripping my bag a little too hard. She didn’t even bother looking at me when she said it, like I wasn’t even there. I mean I was cool with her ignoring me but bringing that up was crossing the line. Probably because I suspected she was responsible for releasing the photo.Ethan’s hands tightened slightly on the steering wheel, but his voice was calm when he answered. “I’m fine, Ava. You should probably be asking Mae how she's holding up. She is the one being bombarded by stupid people online.” Her eyes flicked to me in the rearview mirror, and I caught the way she rolled them before quickly looking away. She didn’t say anything after that, though, whi
MAEThe sound of her voice made my stomach twist. I turned my head, and there she was. Ava, walking toward us in a short red dress so tight I wondered how she was even breathing. It was a hot dress but I wasn't going to ever compliment her.Her dress matched her red heels and her fake smile was plastered across her face like she’d faked her smile countless times. My face twisted into a scowl as I watched her walk towards us, weirdly in slow motion, or maybe it was my eyes.Of all the people we could run into tonight, it had to be her.Ethan noticed her too. He straightened a little in his chair, his expression unreadable. She stopped at our table, her smile somehow widening as she greeted him first, completely ignoring me at first, like I was invisible. “Ethan,” she started, her voice sugary sweet, annoying the fuck out of me. “It’s been so long. How have you been?”I swallowed the urge to roll my eyes. She was acting like I wasn’t even here, which was honestly fine because I didn’t
MAEI woke up the next morning to the soft light spilling through the curtains. For a moment, I blinked at the ceiling, trying to remember what had happened the night before.My thoughts were still fuzzy when I shuffled into the kitchen, hair tousled, wearing an oversized sweater and socks that didn't stop the cold. I was greeted by the sight of a half naked Ethan already there, leaning casually against the counter with a coffee mug in hand. His dark hair was still damp, and he looked far too put together for this early hour. “Morning,” he said, his voice smooth and weirdly comforting. How can someone look and sound so hot without even trying?“Morning,” I mumbled back, heading straight for the coffee pot. After everything that had happened yesterday, I needed coffee.“Don’t forget, we’ve got our date today.”I froze mid-sip, the coffee suddenly too hot on my tongue. I didn't expect that he'd actually follow his grandfather's advice. He’d said it so casually, as though it was the m
MAE I hesitated for a second, standing awkwardly by the door, still being stared at by Ethan and his grandfather. I wasn't sure if I was supposed to be here or not. What if Ethan didn't take me with him because he didn't want me to be here?Oh fuck. What if this was like a private thing?Ethan's grandpa, lying back against the pillows, suddenly smiled at me. He looked okay. He didn't look like someone who had collapsed a few minutes ago."Come on in, Mae," he said warmly. He gestured to the chair by his bed. "Come sit. You're not just gonna stand there all day, are you?"I stood frozen for just a moment longer than I'd planned. I glanced over at Ethan, who was sitting by his grandfather.I swallowed hard, trying not to seem as nervous as I felt, then walked over to the chair. Ethan's Grandpa scared me, mostly because of what I'd seen about him online. I mean he was chill but also scary."Thank you," I murmured as I sat down, clasping my hands tightly in my lap. My heart was thudding
MAEMy fingers trembled as I stared at the email again, the words blurring through the tears falling down my cheeks. This could not be happening.My chest felt tight, like I couldn’t breathe, and my head pounded. Who would do this? How did they even get the contract? My vision blurred, and my knees felt weak and it felt like I'd fall. Oh God.Before I could fully process what I was seeing, Ethan’s hand shot out and snatched my phone from me. “Hey!” I yelled, but my voice came out shaky. I reached for it, but he stepped back, holding it out of my reach. His eyes scanned the screen quickly, his face hardening as he read the email.“Mae…” His voice was soft and then, before I could say anything, he pulled me into his arms and hugged me tightly. I froze for a second, caught off guard, but then the situation hit me again. I sobbed into his shirt, my hands clutching it tightly.“Hey, it’s okay,” he murmured, his voice low. “It’s okay. I’ve got you.”“Ethan…” I choked out, my voice muffled
MAE My eyes flew open. I blinked hard, staring up at the ceiling. The entire room was dark and very quiet.The room was too quiet. And... wait. How did I even get here? The last thing I remembered was sitting on the couch with Ethan while he answered calls, trying to stop the news from spreading.I must have dozed off. But how did I end up in bed? Ethan wouldn’t have carried me. Would he? Maybe he woke me to get to the bedroom but I can't remember because of how sleepy I was.I sat up slowly, the pounding in my head making me wince. The glow of the moon outside the window made me realize it was late, really late.I swung my legs over the edge of the bed, my toes touching the floor lightly. Ugh. My body felt heavy, and my head pounded seriously.Fuck. This is what days without proper sleep and feeding causes. I dragged myself to the bathroom, pausing by the huge mirror above the sink. I turned on the faucet and splashed cold water on my face, hoping it would stop my pounding headache
MAEEthan’s eyes locked in mine as I entered the living room. He hung up on the other person on the line as I approached. His face was masked with the same unreadable expression, the “business mode” expression. I usually find it hot but at the moment, it made my stomach turn. This wasn't business, but us or what is left of us hanging by a tiny thread.“Mae,” he started. His voice was steady and cautious as though I was a fragile object he didn't know how to handle. I didn't answer immediately. I stood there halfway in the room, between the couch opposite me where he was standing by the side. His hair strands were slightly out of place, a few falling down his forehead almost touching his orbs, his shirt which seemed he had just picked out from the wardrobe without any thoughts, was wrinkled, and his trousers were wrinkled in a way that seemed he had clutched at it out of frustration. Good, at least he wasn't entirely unbothered by all this.I'd be frustrated too. This was supposed to