Aaron
Someone’s been staying here, I observed.
Only heaven knew what made me leave the office this early, and go to inspect my one property that had been abandoned for years. Seriously, I even wondered why I finally decided to renovate this place. But good for me that I did, because now I discovered that I had a squatter.
Or a criminal hideout, which? As I walked through the house, I was careful not to touch anything or move anything from its place. There wasn’t much by way of property here, just a couch in the living room, a dusty oven and a stool in the kitchen, and a threadbare mattress in the bedroom that had rats scurrying around inside it. I noted that the water was running though, and hot. Someone never cut the power supply to this place.
I stood in the center of the bedroom briefly, wondering. At first, I figured the front door was just jammed, and it was only when I forced it so hard that it fell off the hinges that I realized it had been locked.
Who lived here? No personal effects were lying around anywhere. Could it actually be a hideout?
“Should I even be here?” I thought aloud and started to make my way back to the living room.
“Who’s there?!” a feminine voice screamed from the living room. I froze in my tracks. Could I have been caught?
I bristled. I couldn’t have been caught on my property.
“Get out of my house!”
Ah. My squatter.
I put my hands in my pockets, the perfect picture of calm, and walked to the front room.
I saw her feet before anything else. Blue canvas shoes covered in soot. Where the hell was she coming from? What did she step in?
As my eyes roved further upward, I became uncomfortably aware of how feminine this woman was. She had curves. Covered in jeans and a large shirt, I could still see them. And I laughed to myself, because when was the last time I even noticed a woman?
Her tanned skin --or was it even brown?—glowed just a little bit, or maybe it was just my newfound fascination with it that made it glow.
For God’s sake, am I having a crush on my squatter?
That straightened me up very quickly, and I met her eyes.
Beautiful. Brown. Scared.
She was scared. Huh.
“What are you doing here?” I asked as calmly as I could, eyeing the bottle in hand.
“You’re in my house! You’re trespassing!” she screamed, and I winced at her volume. I was right in front of her, dammit.
I nodded. “See, the problem with that, is that you’re in my house. You’re trespassing.”
I saw the moment it sank in how much trouble she was in. Paling suddenly, she lowered the hand brandishing the bottle.
“What?” she asked quietly. Sensing an opportunity to intimidate, I took a step toward her. And then another. Until I was right in front of her, staring down into her round, terrified face. But God, she was small. She couldn’t have been more than five feet tall. Her head barely came up to my chest. For some reason that was cute.
Suffocating the thought, I leaned in and said, “Get out. Before you get slapped with more lawsuits than you can think of.”
No part of my brain wanted to think about why a woman as stunning as this was living in a place that essentially counted as being homeless. That would make me feel guilty, and I did not feel guilty.
“Please,” she muttered. “I’m renting the place, I’ll… I’ll do what you need me to do, just don’t kick me out.”
I forced my rather inappropriate brain to shut up and not offer what it wanted to offer and focused on the desperation in her voice. Why so desperate?
“No. Get out.” I said, practically growling, annoyed that my conscience was waking up after literal years.
Her eyes started to well up. Before her mouth could even form the words, I said, “Leave and I can pretend I don’t want you in a jail cell.”
It was low, but it shut her mouth. Her pretty pink…
Oh, for heaven’s sake. I brushed past the small woman, breathing in more smoke off of her. Seriously, where had she been?
And why the hell was my assistant parking in the driveway right now?
I waited at the door, watching Faith come down from her car and shut the door behind her. She hadn’t looked this way yet, or I was sure that that face would be full of fear. She was supposed to be at work, before even me. She was definitely not supposed to be coincidentally at the same abandoned property I was at.
Did she know this woman? Were they together on this? Did I need to fire someone?
It would be a shame if I did. Faith was rather good at keeping up with me.
Finally, finally, Faith made her way to the front door and looked up. The look of terror in her eyes would have been absolutely comical, if I ever laughed.
“Sir…” she faltered, both in her words and her step.
I smiled, a smile that I was sure was not welcoming. “Faith. Wonderful to see you not in the office this morning.”
She paled progressively by the minute. I decided to attempt to give her an out. “Were you following me?”
She dived on it almost too desperately. “Yes! I mean…yes, sir, it’s just that there’s a lot of work to do and I needed to be sure you weren’t skipping out again.”
I felt attacked. You skip work one time…
“Shall we go, sir?” she turned around, power-walking it to the car and opening the passenger door.
Yes, that settled it. Faith definitely knew this woman. I decided to cut the shit.
“Who is this woman, Faith?” And why are you protecting her?
“She’s my…er, sister, yes.”
That woman, with zero semblance to her? Faith was a terrible liar. “Why is she here?” I asked.
She didn’t answer for a second, then she practically ran up to me. “I don’t know what you’re thinking this is, but I swear she’s not a bad person, she’s just going through a rough patch and she needed help, and she can pay rent later once…”
Hold up. “Pay what rent later?”
I believe she made eye contact with the woman behind me and paled even more when she realized that someone’s story was not adding up.
“She said she was renting the place. Did you rent out property that is not yours, for free? “
Now that just pissed me off. I didn’t get my company, Spear Real Estate, as far as it had come, just by renting shit out for free.
I leaned into Faith, reveling in the fear in her eyes. Good, be scared. Be sorry.
“Because I’m not a gracious person, I will let you have this one strike. I’m renovating this place. Get that woman off of this property before the day’s over.”
HannaIt really didn’t even last 24 hours.As I watched the man leave, all I could feel was anger. Sad, upset, frustrated, but angry.How dare he? And he threatened Faith too, I’d heard him. I wouldn’t even blame Faith because if that was her boss, then damn, her boss really was an ass.“That was my…” Faith said, nudging a thumb over her shoulder to where the man entered his car – a damn Benz – and drove off recklessly.“That was your boss, yes.”I didn’t even know what to say, what to do, right then. I looked over to my bag of clothes still sitting on the ground outside, and decided to make the decision before someone as good as Faith had to kick me out.“I’ll just go, it’s fine. You’re too good a person, I can’t let you lose your job.”I went to pick up my bag, just as Faith said, “But where would you go?”I did not even want to think about that because I had no idea. But Faith didn’t need to know. She’d already tried to help.“I know somewhere.” I felt like the lie was so obvious.
HannaOver the next five hours, I did nothing but sit at Faith’s kitchen table and think. With a pen and paper, I’d found on it. I didn’t even step inside the room I’d been offered, slightly apprehensive for multitudes of reasons. So I just sat there and thought.I gave myself at worst, at the absolute worst, three months in this house. I’d find a job as soon as possible, within the next hour if it was within the sphere of human possibility. Depending on what my first paycheck would look like and when. I’d set aside at most fifty percent and put it together until I made up to a six-month rent on a normal apartment. Then I’d divide that into two, give Faith her half and… Yeah, I had to admit that there was no way I’d successfully pay Faith back in three months. But by God, I would try.A part of my mind was acknowledging the fact that this was rather masochistic of me. After all, I made all these plans for Big Dreams, didn’t I? And didn’t they literally go up in flames?Nevertheless, w
HannaIt had only been a few days on Waverly Street, but I could get used to living here with Faith. The clean, lush extra bedroom was completely lacking any personal objects that carried the weight of the life I had just lost in the fire. Waking up to enveloping silk sheets and staring at the white walls as the soft morning light leaked in through the large windows, it was a little easier for me to embrace the misfortune I had been handed without my consent.I spent most of my time these couple days in the kitchen, a small part because it was all I had to do and for the most part because of how Faith's eyes lit up when she walked into the kitchen every morning to a fresh pot of coffee I had just brewed and me standing at the stove tending a frittata or flipping some bacon for a BLT."How do you already know me so well?!" Faith would say to me on one such morning as she chugged her coffee, always black with a heap of sugar, and wharfed down bites of the omelette I had made as she heade
AaronI held myself to standards that were too high. These standards were always set for me, though, right out of the womb. Looking around my office this morning, I was reminded yet again of these standards. The expensive marbletop table in front of me, the expertly polished leather seats, and the custom Persian rug that lay on the floor beneath an artisan coffee table and matching settee that were all selected for me were impersonal and removed. This office was usually my sanctuary, but today it felt a little too big.Too many folders were stacked on my table. Demolition requests, lease agreements, property tax forms, building plans, finance documents, the works. I scanned through the documents absent-mindedly, wondering if I had lost touch with my responsibilities. How long has my assistant been letting random people stay in my unoccupied properties? I would admit that with the steady growth and expansion of the business, I have had a lot on my plate, focusing squarely on the big pic
AaronI finally slipped out of the meeting I had just spent the better part of my afternoon sitting through looking blankly at executives in suits who will never show me their real personalities but presented the overtly upright version of themselves, the versions they supposed I expected to see.Professionalism, I guess, but they only managed to bore the living day light out of me. One stock option after the other, one investment opportunity to the next. I wished someone would just talk about something else, like abandoned properties that needed renovation perhaps. Or a problem with squatters. Anyway.Running my hands through my dark hair and draping my corduroy jacket over my shoulders, I headed to the elevator to go down three floors, where my office and the overwhelming stack of duties I had left there unattended were still for certain awaiting my return. "Beep, beep" my phone chirped in my pocket. I reached in, pulled it out and turned on the screen to a text from my mother. "D
HannaI heard my belly rumble petulantly as I sat in the living room waiting for Faith to return home from work. I wanted to wait to have dinner together with her. The Dutch oven brimming with soupy coq au vin I had made a half hour ago was in the oven to stay warm, the lingering smell of caramelized garlic and onion still permeated the air.Having dinner with Faith the past couple nights has been a perfect way to wrap up what would have been an otherwise drab and heavy set of days for me. She always had a couple quips to report from her workday some related to her intense boss, the only character we both knew, as well as other random stuff. She was never opposed to fawning over the dinners I presented. But today was immediately different.Her car came to a still halt in the driveway and I heard a key turn in the door moments later. Nothing unusual yet, until I saw her countenance, that is.Faith walked into the living room with her shoulders slouched and her face bearing an uneasy e
HannaA soft knock on the door woke me up from my uneasy sleep. The sun had not yet begun to stream light into the room."Come in" I said groggily, rubbing my eyes."Good morning." Faith stood at the door in her bathrobe, hair still wet, with a dress straddled on a plastic hanger inside her fist. She held it up to me. I got out of bed and took it from her. It was a muted tan color, simple, with ruffles at the hem. It was pretty and I ran a finger across the cap sleeve. "Thank you. Good morning." I said."It was the only thing in my closet small enough for you little miss petite, we need to take you shopping." She turned to leave."I'll go start breakfast.""I was thinking we could stop for coffee and a bite on the way. Save your energy. Just get dressed."And so I got into the shower and readied myself for a day I was not so sure about.It was a short drive to the Cafe Faith said she was a regular at until I started living with her. We both got coffees and breakfast sandwiches. Hopp
AaronI looked over at this puzzling woman sitting in the passenger's seat of my Range Rover as I sped down the freeway heading downtown to where I had originally met her.No one ever questioned me, I was not used to it. Usually, I was accustomed to acquiescent quiet nods of agreement and at most, little suggestions which did not come very often. Now here I was with this woman who barely grazed my chest at full-height. This one named Hanna who just spent her morning questioning my wishes.She was in my car, biting her lower lip unconsciously, maybe a nervous tick? Or just a defiant stance, that seemed more likely for her.It was silent as I drove and I wished she would speak again, in her serious matter-of-fact way that somehow managed to sound like music to my ears. What was I thinking? Why was she in my car? Why was I offering this stranger a job she was so glaringly unqualified for?I reached for the stereo and put on the last playlist I had going. A 90s folk mix of Joni Mitchell's
Aaron’s POVThe low hum of the city filtered in through the windows as I sat in my office, staring at the paperwork spread out in front of me. The numbers blurred together, and I realized, for the first time in a long while, I was finding it impossible to concentrate.I leaned back in my chair, running a hand over my face. I’d been doing everything I could to keep things running smoothly at Spears Real Estate, especially after the chaos of Hanna’s kidnapping and the media storm that followed. But no matter how hard I tried to keep my head in the game, my thoughts always drifted back to her.Hanna.She’d been staying at my place ever since the hospital released her, and though she was physically healing, I could tell she was still struggling emotionally. The trauma from what Michael put her through was something that wasn’t going to fade overnight. But that wasn’t the only thing on her mind. I knew she was trying to figure out where she fit in my life—if she even had a place there. And
Hanna’s POVI had thought that once I was back on my feet, things would start feeling normal again. But standing here in Aaron’s penthouse, watching the city lights blink outside the window, it was clear that "normal" was nowhere in sight. Not after everything that happened with Michael.It had been a few weeks since I’d been released from the hospital, and while my body was healing, my mind was far from it. I still woke up in the middle of the night, heart pounding in my chest, haunted by the sound of Michael’s voice and the feel of cold steel against my skin. But even worse were the thoughts that followed—thoughts about Aaron, about what we’d become after all of this.Aaron had been nothing but supportive, always there when I needed him. He had gone from cold and distant to someone I could rely on, someone who made me feel safe in a way I hadn’t felt in a long time. But that safety came with complications. The more time I spent around him, the harder it was to ignore the growing ten
Aaron’s POVThe elevator doors slid shut behind me with a soft click, leaving me alone with my thoughts. I stared at my reflection in the polished metal, the dark circles under my eyes and the tightness in my jaw a testament to how much weight I’d been carrying lately. I looked like hell, but that didn’t matter right now. Not when Hanna was upstairs, resting, still healing from the trauma she had just gone through.And now, as if dealing with Michael hadn’t been enough, Maureen had reappeared, dragging her own shadow over everything. She had come to my home—Hanna’s temporary refuge—to check on her. Or so she said. But I knew better. Maureen was never one to act out of kindness or concern. There was always an agenda.I could still hear her voice, calm and composed, as she had stood in the hallway only moments ago, trying to justify her involvement with Michael. "It was never part of the plan for her to get hurt," she had said, as if that made everything better.I clenched my fists, a
Hanna’s POV The soft murmur of voices outside the bedroom filtered through the door, but I couldn’t bring myself to move. Every inch of my body ached, bruises blooming across my skin, a cruel reminder of how close I had come to losing everything. I shifted slightly in the bed, wincing as a sharp pain shot through my ribs. The bedroom was dim, the only light coming from a small bedside lamp casting a soft glow over the plush surroundings. Aaron’s apartment—no, his sanctuary—was a far cry from the cold, sterile hospital room I had woken up in earlier. He had insisted on bringing me here the moment the doctors cleared me for release, refusing to let me spend another night under harsh fluorescent lights and beeping monitors. I was grateful, but I couldn’t shake the heavyness in my chest. I hadn’t just escaped Michael’s grasp; I’d barely clawed my way out, and the cost was starting to weigh on me. Everything felt surreal. I was safe now—at least, physically—but my mind kept replaying
Hanna’s POVThe night air hit me like a cold slap, jolting me back to reality as my lungs burned with every gasping breath. My legs ached, but I kept running. I didn’t have a destination in mind—just the desperate urge to get away from Michael. The knife was still clutched tightly in my hand, and I could feel its weight grounding me, a reminder that I had finally fought back. But as I rounded the corner of the building, a crushing thought stopped me in my tracks. Aaron. I had left Aaron behind.What was freedom without him?My feet skidded to a halt, and I leaned against the brick wall, my heart pounding so hard I thought it might burst. How could I have run? I had left Aaron alone in that room with Michael, with a man who was out of his mind. Michael wouldn’t stop at anything. He was dangerous, and now Aaron was at his mercy.I pressed a hand to my chest, trying to calm the panic that was rising inside me, but the fear wouldn’t let up. Images of Aaron—bleeding, hurt, or worse—floode
HANNA As I emerged from behind the dumpster, Aaron's eyes locked onto mine, filled with relief and concern. His face, etched with worry, softened as he took in my disheveled appearance. I collapsed into his arms, tears streaming down my face, as the weight of our ordeal finally began to lift."Thank God you're safe," he whispered, holding me tightly. His warm breath against my ear sent shivers down my spine, but this time it was a comforting sensation. I felt protected, sheltered from the horrors we'd faced. The sirens and chaos surrounding us faded into the background as I buried my face in his chest, letting the steady beat of his heart calm my own racing pulse.We stood there for what felt like an eternity, the only sound being our ragged breathing. Aaron's hands cradled my face, his thumbs wiping away my tears as he searched my eyes for any sign of hurt. I knew he was looking for more than physical wounds; he was searching for the emotional scars that Michael had inflicted. I tri
Hanna’s POVMy heart raced in my chest as I felt the weight of the knife in my hand. The cold steel was both a comfort and a curse. I had finally found a way to fight back, but I wasn’t sure how far I was willing to go to protect myself. Michael’s eyes widened in shock as he took a step back, his hand pressed against the wound. “Are you insane?” he hissed, a mix of disbelief and anger in his voice. The blood seeped through his fingers, staining the fabric of his shirt. “Let me go, Michael,” I said, my voice steady despite the chaos swirling inside me. “This is over.”He took another cautious step back, assessing the situation, but I could see the anger boiling in his eyes. “You think you can just stab me and walk out of here?” he spat, a cruel smile creeping across his face. “You don’t understand who you’re dealing with.”“I understand perfectly,” I shot back, my grip tightening on the knife. “I know you’re a coward who thinks he can control everything with fear. But not anymore.”M
Hanna’s POV“Are you done?” Micheal askedMy eyes were on the keys he had hooked to his belt buckle, the keys to the door.I nodded and pushed the plate of half-eaten steak towards him.I held my breath and watched his face for a reaction as he picked up the plate and left the room nothing. He hadn’t noticed anything, great. I slid the knife out ofmy pocket and held the sharp edge to the wires binding my arms. It was extremely uncomfortable having to hold the handle with my fingertips while trying to cut through the wires.Fortunately, it was slowly making a dent, but it was torture seeing how slow it was. I was starting to lose hope in using the knife when I heard footsteps approaching, and I hurriedly slid the knife underneath my buttocks and sat on it. Michael returned back, this time with my phone to his ear. He was talking to someone, and there was a satisfied grin on his face. Had Faith managed to get him what he wanted? I felt bad for her; she was dragged into all this simply
Aaron’s POV“Aaron wait!” My mommom said and rushed towards me,“I can handle it; don’t put yourself at risk.” She added“You had your chance. I already have this,this, so just stay out of the way.” I said and held up the bracelet I had taken from her room a few minutes ago.“If you hadn’t done it in the first place,place, I wouldn’t need to put myself in danger.” I said, She had herself to blame for all this.“I was thinking about our family;; I did this for you as well,,” she said.said. “I didn’t ask you to.” I said “You didn’t have to;; I’m your mother;; it’s my responsibility to take care of you.” She said Her idea of responsibility was incredibly messed up.“That wasn’t your choice. You nearly ruined my life.” I said if I was too late to save Hanna, then she would have completely ruined my life. I’d never forgive her then.“She wasn’t good for you.” She said “That wasn’t your decision to make.” I said and walked towards my car.car.“Are you really going to do this?” She asked