Emily's POV. “I'm so sorry I had to wake you up. But it couldn't wait. It just couldn't wait.” Freda’s voice interrupted my sleep I checked the wall clock opposite my bed, it was a few minutes past ten am. I'd barely slept for an hour. My head was banging and felt too heavy to hold up. I wanted to turn to the other side and keep on catching my sleep, I had trouble falling asleep and had no intent on being woken up. “You know the contract we applied for?” She started, still fidgeting with her phone. Her eyes danced from my face to her screen as she typed out something ferociously. “We've applied for many, Freda.” My patience had worn out and I wanted to SLEEP. “Yeah, yeah. But the one you called a long shot!” She screamed, trying to juggle my memory. I couldn't remember. My head was fogged. “Can't work with these clues.” I resigned. “So you have something to say?” “Nevada Inc just sent an email. They want us to be their sole marketer and consultant!” She screamed.
Damon's POV “Hell, even I am not sure of what I'm doing. You don't have to be.” I chuckled and sniffed out the light at the bottom of my cigarette in his drink. “I'm sorry sir.” My assistant apologized. Ironically, he's the first guy assistant I'd gotten. After Zyna, I'd plunged into the world of women, letting my life revolve around them, or them revolve around me, I don't care which. “You don't have to be. I get your concern.” I admitted. Regretting that I'd scared him so bad, and made his drink undrinkable. I signalled to the attendant to take it away and bring a new one. It was a Saturday morning and we were already at the bar. The house, my father's palace, was no longer my home, I'd have invited Zac over. I doubt anywhere could ever be with Zyna in it. All the nasty memories I've tried to fight off always come washing back every single time I step foot into the house. If it wasn't such an important heirloom, I'd have converted it into another office space, and re
Emily's POV Since Freda got the mail asking to have the meeting on Monday, at our office, I'd been walking on eggshells around myself, scared I'd jinx my new fortune. I couldn't do anything to upset mother Destiny for the sweet new path she'd set in front of me. Funniest part? I'd never really been so religious, but I prayed to whoever listened, and at the end of my prayers, it was weird cause there was no name mentioned, like, I had no one to address it to. “I'm happy you're here.” I said to Freda, unprovoked. The clock on the wall read 06:15, Mon. It was the D-day, matter of fact, just a few hours left. I was nervous, and I constantly felt like my bowel was full and needed emptying. Freda, on the other hand, seemed quite chill. She was playing scrabble online, and in my nervousness, I begged her to put me on, after making two silly moves, I logged out, convinced that I was indeed too nervous to concentrate. ‘How am I gonna do this?’ I asked myself in an undertone. “G
Emily's POV As I approached the cyber truck, one I'd seen only on TV, I took large breaths and swallowed several times. It felt like I'd swallowed my voice too. “Hello.” I said, as I got within what I deemed to be earshot. There was no response, and it made me second guess if I really spoke out loud or in my head. I heard a snicker, and that was the sign that he undoubtedly heard me. I didn't know who it was, but I could very well narrow my options. Regardless, I was determined not to take bullshit from anyone. “I think the ‘no smoking’ signs are clear enough. Good morning.” I said, but not before I slapped the half burnt cigarette out of his hand, and crushed it beneath my feet. “Good morning, Emily.” He looked up and smiled at me. It was a pretty smile, I couldn't deny that, but I was already too irritated, so I smiled curtly and made my way inside. My steps were firm and my strides were gallant, but in me, I was as scared and anxious as an eight year old who was left
Zac’s POVPlaying a character is so hard. I coughed over a hundred times when Damon, my boss, first lit my cigarette. I could handle alcohol, no doubt. I take it like I take water, no biggie. But puffs? Well, I've been made to do it once, and I'm sure I'd never repeat it. Damon made Farh drive me in his newly acquired cyber truck. Proud bastard. “So are you going to get talking?” Emily asked. “You know, about your illegal business.” She added. She's not the girl I used to know any longer. This one was bolder, more outspoken. Emily I used to know was a little more timid, I mean, she'd always been blunt, but not this blunt. I snickered a bit. I had a feeling that Damon wanted the meeting to go without me revealing my identity to her, but since he did not give any clear instructions to that effect, I was gonna default. The absence of law is the absence of crime. “Gotten a name now?” I asked her. Her brows furrowed, and she leaned back. It'd become a staring competition. I
Zac’s POVFreda, the girl from earlier, stumbled into Emily's office as fast as she could. I could literally almost see the speed. “I'm sorry I couldn't get ice.” She apologised as she set a cup before Emily and I. “I'm not sure your boss wants to treat me to this.” I smirked. Emily grabbed the cup Freda’s had placed in front of me, handed it back to Freda, poured them both a drink, and asked Freda to gulp it down right before her. “We can't deal with these people ‘professionally’” She answered Freda’s unasked question. I loved the scene. Most beautiful thing I'd seen in a while. I wished I could have them both to me, at a different time, under completely different circumstances. I shook my legs lightly, like it'd shake out the nasty thoughts on my head. I cleared my throat to remind them of my presence, even though they were still so much aware Freda choked on her glass, and I enjoyed watching Emily help her. They scurried out, where I heard Emily had her over to s
Damon's POV Every second Zac spent in there with Emily made me ask myself if I was a fool for not properly thinking these things through. ‘I think you want to see her.’ I remember Farh chirping, after watching me knead my thighs in intense expectation. I ignored him, even though he was very correct, and both of us knew it. I didn't play my cards right at the ball. I'm very sure the kindest emotion she feels towards me is repulsion. “Any other thing you want me to know?” I asked Zac. “Yes,” He replied, “Our phones switched for some reason.” “Here.” I handed his over to him, and took mine. Zac didn't say anything, we just quietly switched. I didn't trust him too much. I needed to find out what he'd been up to, so I sacrificed eavesdropping on their convo, for a moment with his phone. Funny stuff? The phone was half empty. Nothing worthy to see. Just a bunch of texts, from him to me, and all other staff at Damon Inc. Nothing else. I flung the phone to the b
Freda’s POVI hate to be that girl, but… I tried hard, fighting the thoughts that kept creeping into my head as I waited outside Emily's office for her to come. The last thing I'd have expected was for her to see that guy down. He was an eye candy, I can't lie, but he was a bit too conceited. My type though. As I waited outside her door, with my eyes glued to the elevator, waiting for her break light, my patience finally wore out, not like it was a lot prior. I opened the door slightly, and left it that way, in case I needed to make a quick exit. My eyes were still moist from how bad I choked on the tequila earlier, but it didn't stop me from seeing the handkerchief on Zac’s recently vacated seat. Silly, crazed me, I picked it up to get a whiff of his scent, the masculine fragrance that filled Emily's office only minutes ago, and still did actually, only a little more faintly. When I unfolded the handkerchief, I realised there was more to it. Zac wrote something on it. Unfo
Emily's POV “Is it just me or you look a little too overdressed?” Zac joked as he came out of Damon Inc. The place had had a complete renovation. “Well, hell has gotten a face-lift.” I joked, in an attempt to distract Zac and I from my dressing, staring at the building. “Welcome, Emily” Zac smiled at me pitifully, putting his hands in his pocket. “I totally understand if you have something to do. I can just wait and we have it tomorrow.” I didn't even have the mental strength to look him in his eyes. “Don't be silly!” Zac lifted my chin up with a finger. “I'm not trying to, it's just, this is five hours past when we were supposed to meet. I didn't mean to delay you” I added. I saw that Zac was trying so hard to have eye to eye contact, but my glasses made it difficult, and I liked it that way. Just before steppingout, I checked my rear view mirror and saw that I had a blood stain in my eye, must have been his nails as he struggled with me. Memories of the morning
Emily's POV “You're a monster!” I yelled at Adrian. “Just like Damon, you're a freaking monster!” “Feel what you feel, Emily” he said, licking his index finger that had just been inside of me.. I felt so filthy and humiliated. Angry that I let myself be overpowered by him. I was pissed at him, myself and the whole world. Why did destiny keep letting bad things happen to me? I felt unfortunate enough. I barely had enough strength to see Zac, before Adrian decided to rape me. Long after he was done, I sat there in my own sweat and tears. I couldn't believe I was ripped apart in my own house. He even had the guts to make food and bring to me in bed. “Get the fuck out of my house.” I yelled at him. “Emily, you will no longer speak to me in that manner. I am your man, and your Alpha. I demand you show some respect.” He snarled. “I see why you're thirty and lonely.” I said, throwing everything he brought away in a fit. “You'll be twenty seven and maimed if you don't
Emily's POV “What the fuck?!” I yelled at Adrian. “Watch your tone, Emily!” He raised his voice at me. Adrian had never spoken to me that way. The last three week In Malta had been nothing but pure bliss even though I was dragged like a criminal from sleep. We'd gone to bed that night pissed at each other, I didn't even know that Adrian slept at mines. I woke up the next morning, rather, I was woken up the next morning to get a few essentials because ‘the plane was leaving soon’. I thought it was crazy, and I hate for him to control me, but I could not overlook the effort he put into it. I also crossed my heart, hoping that something would happen. Something of any kind that would make life better for me. Fast forward to three weeks after… My email was full, my mailbox was full, and this was all because Adrian suggested we get a different phone so we don't get caught up in the life we left behind. “How is it my fault for wanting to give you a good time?” He asked, with
Zac’s POV The new week came round fast. It felt like all I did was just blink. Zyna was unreachable and never came to see me, which was quite unusual. But I took solace in the fact that she had a crazy husband who could demand for her to do anything at any time. It was not the same for Emily though. Our call was cut abruptly, and she lived too freaking far away for me to rush down. I tried not to be weird with Damon at the office. “Have you heard from Emily? Or from anyone there really?”Damon asked as I entered, before even I greeted him, “No, I haven't, sir.” I answered him, I feared that something had gone wrong. “That's funny to me,” Damon started, he got up from his chair, came around and pulled the chair opposite, I was a bit scared, anxious, ‘has he been looking through Zyna’s other phone?’, I asked myself. “How is it funny sir?” I asked, a bit nervous, but I tried to hide it from him. “I take it that you haven't read your news feed this morning?” He smirked
Adrian's POV I knew she was keeping something away from me, and my guts rarely ever lie. Coupled with the fact that I heard bits and pieces of the last part of their conversation. I only backed out cause I didn't know who she was talking to, and I didn't want them to know me either. “Emily, we have to be honest with each other.” I looked her in the eye. “How would you feel if roles were reversed and I gave you info in bits and pieces, and half truths?” I asked her. “Adrian, the same breath in which you make me feel like the most precious thing in the world, is the same with which you make me look like a scum.” Her hands fell to her sides, and she looked away. “No man could ever make you feel that way, Emily. And you know I'd never do that, not intentionally at least.” I argued. “Well, that's the thing, Adrian. You never want to do things, you just do them.” She sighed and got up. “Emily, can we please have a conversation that you're not trying to run from?” I asked her
Zyna’s POVNo matter how hard I tried to force myself, I could sleep anymore. If I thought I couldn't hate Damon anymore than I already did, I was sorely mistaken.He sank into a deeper place than hell, on my charts. I stood in front of my dressing mirror, admiring how much my stomach had begun to pop. I smiled as I rubbed the gentle bump, knowing that I'd never be able to work that one out. Not in seven months at least. “Can I talk to you about earlier?” I asked, entering his room without knocking. “What do you think?” He asked, looking up from some paperwork sprawled all over the table. “I think yes.” I replied, sitting at the foot of his bed. “Go ahead then I doubt I have any more options.” He said. “It's your world, Damon. You always have options. In fact, you create options.” I scoffed. “One thing you're right about, finally.” He smiled. “I'm not gonna be able to remain in this prison for the whole of my pregnancy. My doctor says I need to be active if I'm
Emily's POV “Why would you do that?!” I challenged Adrian. “Do what?” He asked, throwing the last piece of whatever he was chewing into his mouth. “Don't you think we need to talk?” “I do, but this is obviously not the time to remind me.” I said. “Are you mad at me?” He asked me. “Yes. I am, very.” I answered. And he didn't look apologetic. Not for anything, ending my call, or scaring me so bad. “You know?” He started, “that's funny, cause I'm mad at you too.” “That's a you issue.” I said. I was beyond pissed. I picked my laptop up and headed for the living room. “Oh wow!” He exclaimed. “Emily?” He called out, following me. “Do you think you'd ever grow out of this, and maybe we'll get to that phase where we can confront our situations like adults?” He asked me. “Oh, great question. If you are at ‘that phase’, and you had to stay away from me for two full days, before confronting ‘our’ situation, my answer is no.” I stated clearly. “One more thing. Feel
Damon's POV Life lately has been a little more like a soap opera. The soap opera where a guy slowly loses his family, his friends and the respect of his workers. I saw it in all their eyes. As a matter of fact, strangle, the only person that tried hard not to rub it in was Zac, strangely. Since Adrian had gone cold turkey on me, he's the closest thing I’ve had to a friend. “Wake up!” I tapped Zyna. She'd just come back from her lover, a few hours ago. I felt so irritated touching her skin. Everyone in the palace knew what was going on, and I knew it was only a matter of time before they start to spread the gossip. For that reason, my team and I had to enforce permanent employment for all the house staff. “What is going on?” She asked as she turned on her side. “We need to talk!” I said, trying to make my voice as low as possible. Low, but audible. “About?” She asked, stirring. “Whatever the hell you have going on.” I said. “Damon, it's 5am in the morning. I n
Zac’s POV “I'm honoured you agreed to do this with me.” I said as soon as she picked the video call. We'd decided to make it a video call, because those were harder to tap in to, seeing as we were still really involved with the police. “Yeah, yeah. You're just gonna have to overlook my untidy space and my swollen eyes.” She sighed. “You're still as pretty as ever, Emily.” I said to her, She turned her face away, though she didn't look it, I knew it meant a lot to her. “And your hair too.” I chuckled. I only just realised that she'd worn a wig the last time we saw. Her hair was cut low. “It was annoying me.” She explained, in an undertone. “I respect that. ” I said, clearing my throat. Small talk was over. We needed to start talking about why we were there. “Emily, believe me or not, it only just occurred to me yesterday, that Damon's wife was Zyna, FROM groomers, YOUR own Zyna!” With the same enthusiasm I still felt. “That's slow. You've been working for her hu