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 “Thank you for bringing me out here. You have such a great view up here, thank you for sharing.” I said, nervously wiping out non-existent creases from my dress. “Please, it was my honour, still is.” Adrian interrupted. “Well…” I had nothing else to say. We'd not even had lunch yet, and I felt filled. Maybe the hunger wasn't for food. Maybe it was for warmth, for fresh air, for companionship… “Let's go in now. I'm afraid the food must have grown terribly cold.” Adrian said, taking my hand. His hands felt big, moist and soft. “So what do you do?” I asked him, “I mean, other than being a pretty boy Alpha.” I added. “Well, I'll have you know that that's a full time job on its own, and a well paying one at that.” He laughed. “For what it's worth, I'd say you're good at your job.” I blurted. It felt like I'd just coughed up stone, and my throat was raw, waiting for the worst to happen. “That's a compliment. I really appreciate it.” He held both my h
Emily's POV “The food was nice.” I commented. Not only was the food nice, but also the view of him working the kitchen, clothless. “I'm happy you like it.” He said blandly. “You don't look too happy.” I observed. The energy he had in the house was totally different from the Adrian “Don't mind me. I'm alright, I hope you're okay?” He asked, deflecting. “Matter of fact, I am okay, and I know when someone's not” I stood my ground. I needed to know what was wrong. As the Little Miss Perfection that I am, I could not live with myself knowing that I'd pissed my date off. “Nothing big, I'm just thinking.” He said, looking away. His fork made loud noises on the plate. But I couldn't be deterred, I waited for all the noise to wash out and shot him with a question and a back up serious face to go. “I need you to be honest with me about Damon.” He said, took a deep breath, so did I. “We know I do not owe you that.” I stated clearly, to start with. Hell knows I hate wh
Adrian's POV “I'm asking if you're short on cash or space. Is what he is solving a problem now, or do you just think it's a good deal, too good to pass up at any expense?” I reworded my question and put it back to her. I liked her too much to play her, or get played by her. “Why do I owe you that?” She asked me. Emily is a smart woman, smarter than I'd ever given her credit for. “Emily, what do you want with me, really? I think that's a question that needs to be answered before any other thing can make sense.” I said. “I don't know, Adrian. I'm just happy I got pulled out of the house. And yeah, you're a nice guy, and you're an eye candy.” Emily answered. “That's not comforting.” I said, truthfully. “Let me throw the question back then.” She said, “I want to marry you, Emily.” I said. “I thought about you, everyday, since the ball. I hated myself for all those years that I couldn't get close to you because you were Damon's catch. Emily, I no longer care. I want t
Emily's POV “You drive too fast to have that calm look on your face.” I finally spoke out. Adrian had been navigating every bend like it was the corner of his grand palace. “Are you scared?” J asked, chuckling. “For My life, yeah.” I replied to him. “I've been driving for fifteen years, Emily, ease up. I can see an accident coming from a mile away.” He further boasted. “Well, unfortunately, I believe in chances and unforeseen events.” I said, heaving slightly. “Oh, alright. Riddle me this: What are the chances that I'd beat your doorstep tomorrow when you get back from work?” He asked me, his eyes were still fixed on the road, even though he was manoeuvring with just one hand. “That sounds too detailed to be an event left to chance” I answered him, hiding the humour in my voice. “You're correct. When do you get off?” Adrian asked me. “When I wanna. But not after six.” I replied to him. “Okay, Boss.” He said, giving a fake salute. “I don't even gotta s
Adrian's POV “Thank you.” I said as Emily let me in. I'd been in that car for a little over an hour. Our ride home was a lot to think about. I wished I didn't fill the car with music, but it's the most sensible escape I could think of. Plus, I was annoyed myself. I felt like a pest. I didn't feel appreciated, worse still, it felt like she'd made up her mind not to take me seriously. And that shit hurts! It does! “I was just gonna tuck myself in bed.” She said, in a no nonsense tone. “Emily, please. Ease up, let's talk. Do you want me to run a hot water bath for you?” I asked her. I wasn't too happy myself, but I recognise that nothing good will come out of both of us having an attitude. “That's generous, and funny, but no, thank you.” She said, “At least, you look more welcoming.” I breathed out. “What do you want, Adrian?” she asked, picking her nails and looking at her feet. “You're not mad enough to look me in the eyes?” I asked, teasing and smirking. “
Emily's POV “What are you doing here?” I asked him, stunned. “I'll shout, call for security. Why are you here! But it was locked from outside! Get out!” I searched frantically for my purse with pepper spray, but I remembered that I left it in Damon's office. “You heard I was out of the hospital huh?!” “Emily, please calm down.” Zac begged. Around his eyes were circles far darker than Adrian's. “What the hell are you doing in here?!” I asked him again. “Have you forgotten that I work here, Emily?” He replied, trying to calm me down. “No, I haven't. But you have a lot to explain to the authorities, not me, and I'll make that more if you do not get out of here right now!” I screamed. “Please lower your voice.” He begged. Then I remembered that Damon was waiting outside for me. He could probably make out a few noises, but nothing enough to barge in. “Damon is outside, if you do not get out right now, I'll scream his name.” I threatened. “How would I Emily? you kn
Damon's POV “That was rough.” I said as Adrian left us both. But she didn't look like she wanted to talk about it. “Shall we go out, somewhere different?” I offered. “Where do you have in mind?” Emily asked. “I was going to let you pick that.” I said. “Haven't been in one since Freda died, well, except for those meetings you organised to scream at my lawyers and I.” She said. “Emily, everyone was acting out, I admit, but things were, and still are, rough.” I tried reasoning with her, “I wish all those didn't happen, but I've been through more than you can imagine.” “Damon, that's no excuse.” She said, “Nothing is ever an excuse enough for you to treat me the way you did. You were nasty, very nasty. And you knew I was mourning.” “I agree, Emily. I'm dropping the charges, I said that already. And I'll do whatever you want.” I begged. She looked at me skeptically, and looked out. I heard her give a deep sigh, and I knew that it couldn't mean something good.
Adrian's POV “Come on guys, don't stop your little love play on my account.” I said to Damon and Emily. I can't believe that was the girl that just left me a few minutes ago at the hospital. “Why are you here?” Damon, who's supposed to be my friend, asked. “Am I trespassing?” I chuckled. “No, no. Come on, come on.” He said, standing up and giving me his seat. I took it. Not only because I wanted to prove that he was younger, stronger, and less smarter than me, but because I was also beginning to feel slightly light headed. “Thank you.” I smiled at him, “and hello!” I acknowledged Emily. “What are you doing?” Emily asked. “Don't you think I should be asking you that? I mean, I just met your hands on another man's chest, in his office. It didn't look like it's business yall were transacting.” I replied to her. “Well, you have no right to. Seeing as we are over.” She said, crossing her arms over her chest. I thought I heard a chuckle escape Damon's lips. “Ca
Damon's POV “I'm surprised that you came here first.” I said as Emily took her seat. The way my heart leapt when I saw her made me feel a little ashamed. “Don't be. You're the reason I am in town anyway.” She replied. She didn't look too strong, but she definitely had more colour than I saw on her when I visited her at the hospital. “Do you miss being here?” I asked, looking to kick off on small talk. “It's all bad memories. How could I?” She replied quickly, “besides, that's not why I'm here.” Emily cleared her throat and crossed her legs. “Pray tell, then, sweetie.” I gave up on the small talk. “Are you still suing me?” She asked, after staring in my eyes for over a minute, unblinking. “I should be.” I replied. “That's not an answer though. You have every right to, but are you still doing it?” She asked again. “My team would want me to.” I replied. “Stop evading the question.” Emily looked at me. “Then, really, what do you want me to say? You come i
Adrian's POV “What happened?” I asked, looking around. It was all white walls and smelled like antiseptic. “Welcome back.” Emily said, smiling at me. I thought I was in heaven, but she wouldn't be in a hospital gown if I was. “Hey you.” I smiled back. My memory was vague and pieced, but I knew I didn't fall asleep on good terms with her. “Dr Marcus says you worked up a storm when you arrived.” She said, “I'm sorry. I just needed to see you.” I explained. “I'm surprised.” She said, looking away from me. “Don't be, Emily. I promise you, I'd never be that stupid again.” I said weakly. “Careful.” She remarked while I tried to get up. Only then did I see the drip that'd been connected to my body. “What happened?” I asked her. “Short or long version of it?” She replied, smiling. “Uhm, the latter. I'd love to hear your voice for much longer.” I answered. “I guess I'll be speaking till I run out of batteries then, and I know that it won't be long.” She
Adrian's POV “I think your woman just got wheeled into our hospital.” Marcus, a mutual friend between Damon and I texted. I heard the phone chime over an hour ago, but I was too mad, seething at her doorstep to check it. It seemed she'd grown a lot of wings. I know what I did was off putting, but I didn't expect her to leave town and get hosted by Damon, or that Zac guy. The thought of anyone's body on hers made me see red. “What?!” I texted immediately. I couldn't believe it. That can't be possible. She was fine when I left her earlier in the morning. I checked the time, and it was about sixteen minutes past 2AM.The roads were dark and quiet, it was just me, on her front porch. I raced back into the car, did a careless reverse that could have cost me the very expensive aesthetic of my cars’ behind, and even Emily's flowers. “She's in the ER. Gotta go.” He replied, I read the text on my dashboard since I was screen sharing . “Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!” I yelled at myself.
Zac's POV “Do you want to talk about that?” I asked Emily. Since Damon walked out my door, she'd been painfully quiet. The air was still stiff and even a pin drop would count as noise. “Does it sound like something I want to talk about, Zac?” She sniffed, wiping her eyes. “No, it doesn't.” I said, “I'm sorry, I didn't mean to poke around.” “It's not your fault.” She replied softly, “My whole life is a sore spot of late. It seems like it's too much drama to be just me, you know? Do you ever feel that way? That you have an alter ego that somehow contributes to the mess you've made of yourself?” “Emily, I do not mean to spite you with this, but my life is not anywhere near the chaos you're in. I have my own drama, trust me, but all the damage done are things I can account for.” I said. “Hmm.” She nodded, nervously toying with her hair. “Emily, talk to me.” I prodded. “I'm not gonna sit here and act like I'm not afraid of what is going on in your mind. Shit happened,
Damon's POV “I'm listening.” I said, gently egging Emily to continue with her story. I stared at Zac because there was no other person to look at. I couldn't tell how I felt about Emily, and even Zac for that matter, but with Zac, it was more defined. We still had to work together, so regardless, until I decide to do away with him, corporately or literally, we're stuck. “Can I get that drink?” She ignored me and looked at Zac. “Are you sure?” He asked, coming closer to her. “Zac, my heart is beating too fast,” She said. As I watched their little play, my patience wore thin. But it was a price to pay for knowing the truth about something. I sat there as Zac fetched a drink from who knows where. He poured her a glass and returned to where he'd been standing. “This is a part of my past I'd never spoken to anyone about.” Emily said, burying her head in her hands. “I'm not just anyone, Emily.” I said, checking her. “You can't just be anyone.” She said sarcastica
Emily's POV Like I said, every single time I thought I was low and had hit rock bottom, life discovered a newer ‘low’ for me. “Do you really have to be here, Damon?” I asked Damon. Just when I started nurturing the thought of being cozy and tucked in for the night, on Zac's couch of course, Damon decided to rear his ugly head. “Why don't you keep that question for your backstabbing boyfriend and let me talk to my employee?” Damon's tone carried every bit of intended sarcasm. “Don't speak to me like that.” I shut him up. I'd had enough of men telling me what to do for a lifetime. “That's true. I should not be speaking to you at all, without my lawyers present.” Damon smirked, knowing he'd hit the right spot. I bit my inner cheeks to keep my tears at bay. Just like when I'd been married to the monster, I had to hide my tears, cause I'm pretty sure he gets off on seeing me sad. “Good evening, Damon.” Zac greeted, emerging from the room. He had a duvet and two pillows