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 Six am, Monday morning. I woke up in a big mood. My weekend went better than I expected it to. I wasn't even thinking about all those I was gonna be meeting. Damon sent a mail the night before, with his company address, of course, stating that operations were beginning in Nevada in seven days. Which was kinda a notice to us to start getting our shit right. I had planned to send a mail refusing the request to occupy a floor in their building. It was expensive to rent and office space, yeah, but we'd been doing it for the past five years, and we were gonna keep doing it. “Good morning, everyone.” I threw my greeting loud and clear, so they know that their boss is in a good mood. Considering how last week ended, and I'm damn sure Freda had told half the world, I needed to clear the air however I could. “Hello, boss.” An intern greeted me, flashing her teeth at me. It was braced, but she had a really pretty smile. “Hello, you.” It was almost awkward, but I smi
Damon's POV “I thought she signed all the papers?!” I asked Zac as he came to my office with the new mail from Emily. “She left that part out” He answered in a lower tone. “How would you let her?!” I screamed at him. “What was your whole point in this deal? You're of no freaking use!” “I do not appreciate that tone.” Zac dropped all the documents on my table and folded his arms. “Oh really? And you think I appreciate a half signed deal? What else did she leave out? Working with us at all? You're a joker.” I said, hella pissed. “You might need to change your tone, Sir.” Zac reiterated. “I'll speak in whatever way I please. If you can't handle it, go **** yourself!” I yelled at him. “I think that will do.” He smiled and walked out of my office. I felt like I was dreaming. He could not have just done that. I could feel my wolf taking over, but the office was a bad place, and we both knew it. ‘Let me handle this’ I begged him. I didn't want to become conscious
Zyna’s POV It's been about three days since I did it with Zac. I still felt no regret. Matter of fact, instead of that, I'd begun preparing myself for what could be in a few months. I told Zac that we were gonna see each other again, but he called me all sorts of names, including ‘slut’ and 'ungrateful', when really, it was both of us who were that. If Damon found out, and I'm sure he soon will because I do not care, the only person he'd be putting 6 feet deep is Zac. Even if he was cool with Zac, he'd still have to take care of him, in that sense, because when the child grows, we're not gonna be setting ourselves up for the media to compare looks. “Hello, Zac.” I said, grateful that he called, but it was still office hours. “Is all well?” I asked, and panicked a little. Nothing could be wrong with Damon, could it? “Is it Damon?” I asked immediately. “Oh well, it is him quite alright” Zac said, scoffing. My thoughts were going wild. “Is he fine? Can you start talking?
Zyna’s POV I ran along, before the beast changed his mind and decided to dump his young dumb blond and change into his tracksuit, ready to bother my existence. “Freaking bastard!” I screamed to myself. Somehow the anger and hurt and frustration I felt made me run faster. Damon was such a wrong choice, and everyday of the past nine years has cemented that fact. The libido driven moron couldn't even remember that he'd placed me on a curfew. But that was good for me, thanks Erica. One problem down, well, till I get home. The next was how to get to Zac's. I'd be such a fool to ever think of ordering a ride on my phone. Damon gets notified of everything I do on that phone. I thought hard and fast, still covering distance with my legs. I'd begun to tire out, and I'd even gotten to the busy part of two where most people do not do exercise, so I was beginning to feel weird. “Hey ma'am.” I sat next to an old lady at the bus stop. “Do I know you?” She asked without looking up
Emily's POV (brunch with Freda) “Hello, Freda.” I chimed as she entered my car. She looked weather beaten, like someone who was forcefully humbled. “Good afternoon, Ms Emily.” She said, “I noticed, still notice that you've been off today. Mind telling me what the hell is going on?” I asked. “I can tell you over the food.” She said quickly. “So I'm just supposed to sit here in silence and wait till then?” I asked lightly. “I'm sorry.” She chuckled. “Oh, I'll be alright.” I said, humming a soft tune as we wove in and out of the city traffic.I decided to do a different restaurant, maybe the change in ambience would make her mood lighter. “We just drove past…” She started to protest lightly, thinking I'd forgotten our stop. “Something different” I said, winking playfully. .She giggled and folded her arms, looking down on her thighs, and out of the window. Something was clearly bothering her. We soon arrived at a new restaurant I'd be eyeing since they launch
Zacs POV “Your timing is somewhat uncanny.” I said to Zyna as her call came in immediately I stepped out of Damon's vehicle. We had an argument in the car about me not signing the deal on his behalf, and he said I should consider myself unemployed, Well, jokes on him, as usual, because he's the same person who handed his office keys to me and asked me to sort out some things in his office because he was going away for the day. “How so?” Zyna asked. Unfortunately for me, I'd begun to see her as something more than a sex toy since Freda passed. That day was undeniably one of the saddest days of my adult life. Especially since we didn't end on good terms and she was so bitter with me. She came one night when Zyna and I were at it, we were drunk and high, and I'm sure I made one or two cutting remarks.. Although I do not have a clear memory of what happened that night. I remember her storming off and never picking my calls. “Well, I just got out of the car.” I said, and I'
Adrian's POV “How do you feel now, baby?” I asked when we got back home. I didn't say a word in the car. I let her do all the talking, which wasn't much, but I knew she needed a listening ear more than anything. “I'm tired.” She answered, but her voice had more strength to it. “You don't sound so tired though.” I smiled and threw her a glance. She looked more pensive and moody, than tired. “Is that a bad thing?” She asked me. “No, no it isn't.” I answered, taking her hand, “Damon left early.” I changed the topic. “Yeah.” She agreed, “He'd had enough of us.” She added. “That's just bullshit, from miles away, I could tell how hard everyone was trying to manage him. It's you guys doing the favour, not the other way round.” “Yeah, it was a bummer, really.” Emily was trying to engage me, but her mind really wasn't in it. “Were you able to make any compromises? Did he settle for something?” I asked her. I couldn't really tell why she wasn't in the mood for quest
Adrian's POV “Baby, don't you think you should open up your company again? You don't have to be there for the first few weeks.” I begged Emily. Like I've been begging her to do many things of late. Eat, take water, stop thinking, stop crying, stop looking so bereaved, well she was. “I don't think I feel like doing it again.” She said, Her voice was almost permanently parched. Since Freda died at their lunch in the restaurant two months ago, she'd been through a lot, cut her hair even. “I know you can. It's okay to feel this way in the beginning, but I know that you can do it. You have to, Emily. She will want it.” I'd run out of every encouraging line I could use. For the first month, I had to move in with her, and received so many queries at the palace, but it was all nothing compared to watching her slowly grow out of the most intense part of her grief. “Is it not crazy that this thing is getting swept under the carpet?” She asked, the tears that never actually left
Adrian's POV “Baby, don't you think you should open up your company again? You don't have to be there for the first few weeks.” I begged Emily. Like I've been begging her to do many things of late. Eat, take water, stop thinking, stop crying, stop looking so bereaved, well she was. “I don't think I feel like doing it again.” She said, Her voice was almost permanently parched. Since Freda died at their lunch in the restaurant two months ago, she'd been through a lot, cut her hair even. “I know you can. It's okay to feel this way in the beginning, but I know that you can do it. You have to, Emily. She will want it.” I'd run out of every encouraging line I could use. For the first month, I had to move in with her, and received so many queries at the palace, but it was all nothing compared to watching her slowly grow out of the most intense part of her grief. “Is it not crazy that this thing is getting swept under the carpet?” She asked, the tears that never actually left
Emily's POV (brunch with Freda) “Hello, Freda.” I chimed as she entered my car. She looked weather beaten, like someone who was forcefully humbled. “Good afternoon, Ms Emily.” She said, “I noticed, still notice that you've been off today. Mind telling me what the hell is going on?” I asked. “I can tell you over the food.” She said quickly. “So I'm just supposed to sit here in silence and wait till then?” I asked lightly. “I'm sorry.” She chuckled. “Oh, I'll be alright.” I said, humming a soft tune as we wove in and out of the city traffic.I decided to do a different restaurant, maybe the change in ambience would make her mood lighter. “We just drove past…” She started to protest lightly, thinking I'd forgotten our stop. “Something different” I said, winking playfully. .She giggled and folded her arms, looking down on her thighs, and out of the window. Something was clearly bothering her. We soon arrived at a new restaurant I'd be eyeing since they launch
Zyna’s POV I ran along, before the beast changed his mind and decided to dump his young dumb blond and change into his tracksuit, ready to bother my existence. “Freaking bastard!” I screamed to myself. Somehow the anger and hurt and frustration I felt made me run faster. Damon was such a wrong choice, and everyday of the past nine years has cemented that fact. The libido driven moron couldn't even remember that he'd placed me on a curfew. But that was good for me, thanks Erica. One problem down, well, till I get home. The next was how to get to Zac's. I'd be such a fool to ever think of ordering a ride on my phone. Damon gets notified of everything I do on that phone. I thought hard and fast, still covering distance with my legs. I'd begun to tire out, and I'd even gotten to the busy part of two where most people do not do exercise, so I was beginning to feel weird. “Hey ma'am.” I sat next to an old lady at the bus stop. “Do I know you?” She asked without looking up
Zyna’s POV It's been about three days since I did it with Zac. I still felt no regret. Matter of fact, instead of that, I'd begun preparing myself for what could be in a few months. I told Zac that we were gonna see each other again, but he called me all sorts of names, including ‘slut’ and 'ungrateful', when really, it was both of us who were that. If Damon found out, and I'm sure he soon will because I do not care, the only person he'd be putting 6 feet deep is Zac. Even if he was cool with Zac, he'd still have to take care of him, in that sense, because when the child grows, we're not gonna be setting ourselves up for the media to compare looks. “Hello, Zac.” I said, grateful that he called, but it was still office hours. “Is all well?” I asked, and panicked a little. Nothing could be wrong with Damon, could it? “Is it Damon?” I asked immediately. “Oh well, it is him quite alright” Zac said, scoffing. My thoughts were going wild. “Is he fine? Can you start talking?
Damon's POV “I thought she signed all the papers?!” I asked Zac as he came to my office with the new mail from Emily. “She left that part out” He answered in a lower tone. “How would you let her?!” I screamed at him. “What was your whole point in this deal? You're of no freaking use!” “I do not appreciate that tone.” Zac dropped all the documents on my table and folded his arms. “Oh really? And you think I appreciate a half signed deal? What else did she leave out? Working with us at all? You're a joker.” I said, hella pissed. “You might need to change your tone, Sir.” Zac reiterated. “I'll speak in whatever way I please. If you can't handle it, go **** yourself!” I yelled at him. “I think that will do.” He smiled and walked out of my office. I felt like I was dreaming. He could not have just done that. I could feel my wolf taking over, but the office was a bad place, and we both knew it. ‘Let me handle this’ I begged him. I didn't want to become conscious
Emily's POV Six am, Monday morning. I woke up in a big mood. My weekend went better than I expected it to. I wasn't even thinking about all those I was gonna be meeting. Damon sent a mail the night before, with his company address, of course, stating that operations were beginning in Nevada in seven days. Which was kinda a notice to us to start getting our shit right. I had planned to send a mail refusing the request to occupy a floor in their building. It was expensive to rent and office space, yeah, but we'd been doing it for the past five years, and we were gonna keep doing it. “Good morning, everyone.” I threw my greeting loud and clear, so they know that their boss is in a good mood. Considering how last week ended, and I'm damn sure Freda had told half the world, I needed to clear the air however I could. “Hello, boss.” An intern greeted me, flashing her teeth at me. It was braced, but she had a really pretty smile. “Hello, you.” It was almost awkward, but I smi