Freda’s POV On my way to my hijacked date, I tried convincing myself a million times to turn back, but the closer the uber guy got, to Central Station, the harder it was for me to be rational. Not at the thought of seeing that fine shyte again, no. I couldn't think straight. “Are you sure you'll be fine out here, alone, Miss?” The Uber guy asked when we got to Central Station “I think so, I shouldn't be out on my own for too long.” I said. “Did you come here for someone?” He asked, as I tried to transfer his fee. “Yes.” I replied, shameful about what other details I'd have to give. “I think you should stay in there instead.” He pointed towards a bar. Crazy as it sounds, I'd never been in a bar alone all my life. “This place is a hot spot for many things I do not think you would like.” He smiled He was beginning to scare me. Matter of fact, my insecurities had tripled. “That's scary.” I said to myself. “Very.” He acknowledged, I didn't know I spoke out loud,
Emily's POV “He'll be down in a minute.” Zac said to me. It's the first time we're seeing each other since the meeting at my office. I tried to stare at him for longer, actually look at him, but his eyes were shifty, and he didn't look like he had so much interest in me. I was a bit wounded, but I'd come for a much worthy cause. “Would've been nice if Freda came with you.” He said Zac stirred his tea a little too deliberately, sending the poor thing swirling like a volcano. “She's in the car. I asked her to wait a bit.” I replied to him. He said nothing and looked out in the direction of the café garage. I furrowed my brows a bit, wondering where the attitude was from. For a man who'd kissed me silly only a few days ago, I was getting a lot of negative signals. “Can't say I'm not grateful you sent her though.” He said, smiling. I couldn't have heard right. “What do you mean?” I asked him, what he'd said initially flew over my head. “I said, I can'
Emily’s POV “Hey gorgeous.” The caller on the other side chirped. It was 7 am, Saturday morning, too dang early for prank calls. “I think you have the wrong number.” I said, trying to dislodge whoever it was before the sleep fled from my eyes. “Hey, Emily.” He said instead. “It's Adrian.” My blood froze. “Hello Adrian.” I said and turned to lie in a position where it'd be better for him to hear my weak and tired voice. “Hello Princess.” He replied. “I wanted my voice to be the first thing you hear this morning.” “Well you must know that it also means you woke me up.” I still wasn't appreciative of that fact. My week was hectic, emotionally and physically. I was so freaking drained. “I'm sorry about that.” He apologised, clearing his throat. “Emily, I want to see you again. Is it mutual?” He asked. “no.” I replied to him. And it stung me a bit. I shouldn't have been that direct. Well, before I could undo any damage, I heard the line go flat, and he was no
Zyna’s POV “Unfortunately, it's the weekend and you have no good excuse to be away from me.” Well, that was my ‘good morning’ to my husband, Damon. “You think?” He smirked. “I know.” I said proudly. I ambushed him in his room, and arrogantly, he thinks that's the only thing I've done. If only he knew I'd been up for over three hours hatching my well thought out plans. “Can you get out? I need to do my little morning routine.” Damon said. “Or I can just sit right there and adore you.” I teased. Damon laughed. A long throaty one. I almost got embarrassed, I would've, if I didn't remind myself that there was no back down, no surrender. “What got over you?” he asked, looking at me like he'd seen a spirit. “Are you drunk? “ “Haven't tasted wine in a year, but how would you know?” I smiled. He looked silly, but quickly recovered from his shock. “That has nothing to do with me. You look drunk and are acting drunk right now.” He said again. “I don't look drunk, I
Damon's POV “Why don't I still believe you?” I asked my wife Zyna, when both of us had exhausted our batteries thrusting and screaming. It was nearly midday and the sun outside looked scorching. “Have you ever believed me?” She asked me. Unlike lovers who, after such intimate relations, would do small talk about everything that doesn't relate to what they're just done, we jumped right back into the loathing we'd been engaged in before it went down. “I have trust issues. You can't blame me. I didn't meet you in the most trustworthy manner.” I added. “Fair enough. If I was to judge you by everything that happened then, I wouldn't even be considering living under the same roof as you.” Zyna retorted. “What does that even mean, bitch?” I asked. “You're in my bed.” I laughed at her. I needed a smoke! “Damon, you used to have a brother.” She said, “I can have you dead for the path you're threading.” I warned her “It would not be your first time. At least, I was war
Zyna’s POV . “It's Zyna, I got your number from one of Damon's staff who is also a friend. Can I see you, please?” I begged him over the phone. “I think you've got the wrong number.” He said instead. “Please don't turn me away, I need you.” I begged Zac. “I don't think it's safe for you to be making this call either.” He said finally, after almost a minutes silence. “I'll meet you at that bar near Central Station, 2 pm.” I said and cut off. It was already almost 13:00. “I'm gonna be driving myself, I need a small car.” I said to Farh. He didn't like me and had never hidden it. We both just tolerated each other ‘cause we were necessary evils. He pointed in the direction of a black Toyota and I asked for the keys. My thoughts were scattered, and I was a bit jittery. Damon wasn't around, I needed to get out of the house before he arrived. “It has a tracker.” Farh said to me. I couldn't believe my ears. “Don't act shocked, he's going to look at the CCTV later.
Zac’s POV “What has that got to do with me?” I asked Zyna, Damon's wife. It suddenly seemed like everyone had gone mad. “I want to sleep with you.” Zyna said. I looked straight into her eyes. “Are you running mad?” I asked Zyna. “What the hell are you saying? And where's the wire, cause you've gotta be wearing one. I don't care what you have going on, but I'm getting my shit and going outta here.” “Zac please.” Zyna begged. “Please sit down.” “I don't want to be here!” I screamed at the top of my voice. “Zac I'm begging you.” Her tears were coming out in full stream. We were almost making a spectacle of ourselves. “Do you want me dead?” I asked her, trying to regain my cool. “No, I just want this baby.” She said, “Then go to a sperm bank or something. Yall are filthy rich, get a donor, not me!” I said to her and shrugged her hands off mine. “You're not going to hear me out, are you?” She said, her voice breaking. “I've heard you, Zyna. I've heard you
Damon's POV “Freaking dunce!” I yelled. “Where did she go?” I demanded of Nala. “No one knows, I didn't see her leave, no one did.” Nala answered. We'd had a somewhat cordial relationship for the past ten years, but that didn't stop me from noticing that she was diminishing and becoming less useful with age. “I might have to send you away, Nala.” I said to her, trying to rein in my emotions. “You barely serve any use anymore.” I added. “Please, Alpha. I have nowhere to go.” She begged me, but didn't fall on her knees. I turned away and went back out to meet Farh in the garage. He tended to those cars like they were a garden. “Where is Zyna?” I asked as soon as I caught sight of his big hairy frame. It's barely been three hours since I left the house, and she'd excused herself without the knowledge of everyone in the house! Farh was my only hope. “She went out, Alpha.” Farh answered, putting down the wiper he'd been using to clean the cars. “With whom? And when?
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