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"This is getting ridiculous, how much longer are they going to follow us?" Mira asked about the bodyguard that walked behind us in the mall. It was safe to say she didn't like to feel watched, and to be fair neither did I. I spend all of my time pretending while in the house, and now I have to continue doing it outside. "Christian doesn't want us walking around alone, he doesn't think it's safe. I dont know if he is right or not yet somehow I'd rather be safe than sorry. And so should you." But she pretends she is above it, about the worry, about everything that happened."Well if he wants to keep you under wraps, taking you to the high-profile party isn't the best course of action," Mira states as we walk into a high-end dress store."Actually he thinks that being in the eyes of the world would make me safer, and besides it's his birthday party, as his girlfriend I have to be there. And now so do you." Mira gave a resigned shrug and walked deeper into the store, clearly still harbori
"For how long does one cook bread?" I hear Mira talk as she types into her phone. Every time one of her dates goes badly she comes home and tries to cook something out of the little things we have left in our fridge. Tonight it just so happened that we were out of bread."I think the word you are looking for is bake, not cook," I say as I lean over the couch, stretching my legs in the process as I remove the overheated laptop from my lap."That makes more sense," Mira says as she turns to our oven. "Bake at 375° until loaf is golden brown and sounds hollow when tapped or has reached an internal temperature of 200°... since when did the internet become so useless? Sounds hollow? How does hollow look like in minutes?" Mira asks as she turns the dial on the oven with frustration I get up and take the phone out of her hand."Half an hour to forty-five minutes... see, the small letters," I say as I tap her shoulder. "Relax Mira, it was just a bad date. You shouldn't get all worked up over
I stood underneath my shower letting the hot water fall down my body as my tears mixed with it. I often cried like this, in hiding then blaming the red eyes on the peppermint shampoo.The interview I had today... I totally ruined it... or the interview ruined me, one of those statements was true I was just trying to figure out which one of them made me feel better.What if this meant we were gonna lose the apartment?What if this meant I would need to move back home?No, absolutely not. That is a kind of low I do not want to sink down to.And Mira? I can't believe I let her down after everything she has done for me. It just feels like all of my luck has run out and no matter what I do I can't catch a break.This job would have been perfect, right up my alley. A chance in the jewelry design world but according to them I lack vision... everything I want to say has already been said.I can already hear my father..."I told you to study something useful that would bring bread to your table
"Love, come on cheer up. You'll find something soon." Our friend Tamara yelled into my ear through the loud music while Mira went to get us something to drink. It's safe to say that this party wasn't enough to bring my mood up and the flashing lights were starting to give me a headache."What worries me the most is the fact Mira would end up on the street because of me and she still has a lot of student debt to pay off, we were barely making ends meet as is." I say back with a level of devastation that eats at me. I was definitely not the light of the party."Not everything is lost, you can always strip," Leon says. Now we have known Leon for quite some time, and despite being almost twenty-eight he behaved like a hormonal eight-year-old boy."Stop it," Tamara says as she pulls back her red wig."Stop what?" Mira asks as she brings back the drinks."Nothing, Leon just told Love she could strip for a living." To which Mira smacks him on the back of his head."Idiot." She says as he rub
"Are you alright?" His voice was so effortlessly seductive, or maybe that's just inside my head as I bit back on my lower lip until I was able to snap out of it. "I'm sorry I didn't mean to startle you." He says as he takes the cane and puts it in my hand in a way that he first takes my hand and wraps my fingers around it while I try not to melt underneath his touch."I'm ok," I say as he helps me to my feet."I tried caching him but he got away." He says as he looks behind him and then back at me."It's alright, the bag didn't have anything important anyway," I say while unable to take my eyes off of him. "I shouldn't have even fought for it.""Well, you probably shouldn't be out alone, especially on a night like this one. It's not safe for anyone, let alone someone in your condition." My condition? What? Stupid?"What makes you say that?" I ask him."I'm sorry I didn't mean anything about it... it's just, well, you know... I thought I saw you, um, struggling a bit back there. With t
"I can't do this," I say as I stare at a guideline that Mira quickly prepared for me along with some psychology books on how to approach a person with disabilities. It's not the help part I was worried about, it was the lying aspect of it. Mira told me about how a blind person gets by in life, and how one recognizes space. Frequent movements include body rocking, repetitive handling of objects, and hand and finger movements all that seemed easy, but it felt like that because I wasn't in those shoes."Love, you can do this. That man needs help and you need the job. Both of us need you to get the job." Mira says as she hands me the cane.I take the cane from Mira, my fingers trembling slightly as I feel the smooth, cold metal in my hand. It’s heavier than I expected, but I know this is the first step in the lie I’m about to step into. It all feels wrong, a twisted game I’m not sure I’m prepared to play. And Christian... what about the instant attraction I felt for him? The kind of attra
The knock echoes softly through the hallway, Christian’s hand hovers over the doorknob, but he doesn’t turn it right away. After a long pause, he sighs and pushes the door open.“Sebastian,” Christian calls out softly, his voice laced with a tenderness I hadn't expected. “I brought someone to meet you.”The room is dark. The heavy curtains are drawn tight, blocking out any light, and the air feels thick with stillness. I can make out a faint outline of a person sitting in the corner chair. It felt sad.“Who is it now?” The tone is sharp, but there’s a vulnerability that cuts through. “Another one of your... helpers?” Sebastian shifts in his chair as Christia“She’s not here to help. Not in the way you think. She’s just here to... meet you.”I take a deep breath, trying to steady myself, keeping my voice steady and gentle. "
The door shuts behind us with a soft finality, and I allow myself a breath, one I hadn’t realized I’d been holding."Thank you so much for doing this," Christian says as we take a few steps away from the door. "I dont know how you did it, but I know you got through to him... something not even his family was able to do." I think that is exactly why they weren't able to get to him in a different way. Family can be smothering, and not always in a good way. "You dont need to thank me, after all, you hired me to help him and that is exactly what I will do in the best way I can," I reply, trying to keep my voice light, but inside, the weight of the moment sits heavy."And I want to take this opportunity to allow you to do whatever you find best, whatever means you find necessary to get through his stubbornness because trust me Sebastian Callahan is one stubborn individual.""Callahan?" I ask."Right, forgive me I dont think I ever formally introduced myself. I'm Christian Callahan." He say
"This is getting ridiculous, how much longer are they going to follow us?" Mira asked about the bodyguard that walked behind us in the mall. It was safe to say she didn't like to feel watched, and to be fair neither did I. I spend all of my time pretending while in the house, and now I have to continue doing it outside. "Christian doesn't want us walking around alone, he doesn't think it's safe. I dont know if he is right or not yet somehow I'd rather be safe than sorry. And so should you." But she pretends she is above it, about the worry, about everything that happened."Well if he wants to keep you under wraps, taking you to the high-profile party isn't the best course of action," Mira states as we walk into a high-end dress store."Actually he thinks that being in the eyes of the world would make me safer, and besides it's his birthday party, as his girlfriend I have to be there. And now so do you." Mira gave a resigned shrug and walked deeper into the store, clearly still harbori
Love's POV"Where do you think he went?" I ask Mira as she pulls some things out of her suitcase while Charlie explores the new room. I still couldn't believe everything that happened. I was attacked, but what I find worse is the fact I wasn't the target, Mira was."I dont know, police maybe. Whatever he thinks will help." She says as she stuffs some things into a dresser drawer. "You don't think the police would help?" I ask her. "You think Vincenzo...""Vincenzo didn't do this." Mira cuts me off. "Trust me, Love. He wouldn't hurt me." I can trust she thinks that but is it really the case?"If you say so," I say as I look down at my hands, playing nervously with my fingers so she comes to sit down next to me."I'm sorry, Love. I really am, this... this should have happened to me, not you. I helped the wrong person it seems and what's worse I think they now want me because Vincenzo protected me." Her blue eyes looked distant as if she was seeing something beyond the room, beyond us.
"Christian, don’t do anything reckless," Aiden said with caution. "We need to be smart." He could be smart all he wanted but right now I was furious and for the first time in a long time I would act in an instant, not planning ahead. Besides this wasn't a negotiation that needed a tactic, this was going to be a statement. "I’m done being smart, Aiden," I snapped, the words leaving my mouth before I could stop them. "He came after Love. He hurt her. And I’ll make sure he never lays a hand on anyone I care about again." The words felt like they were coming from somewhere primal, somewhere deep inside me, a place where reason had no say, only the instinct to protect."Did we find him?" I ask Aiden as he waits for a confirmation on his phone. He was able to track down Love, now my people are breaking many laws to find him... it's only fair, even if I never thought I would need to use my name in such games. "We have him... ironically or not, he seems to like the same places as you," Aid
Christian's POVI paced around the living room while Mira took Love into her room so she could put on some clothes. I did my best to control my temper around her, but with every passing second, I wanted to go find Vincenzo and smash my fist into his face until it became flat. But I couldn't do that until I knew Love was alright and that she was safe... She can't stay here, so even if I have to carry her out she is coming to live with me so that I can watch over her safety. After all, I am the reason this happened to her. I stood up to him and she paid the price.The feeling of helplessness gnawed at my insides, making my fists clench involuntarily. I needed her to be safe. I could feel it deep in my chest, the relentless desire to protect her, to make sure nothing like this ever touched her again. She was mine, no other could touch her wherever it was with a feather or a finger, hell no one was allowed to look at her, they didn't deserve that privilege.I could hear the faint sound of
"I'm calling the ambulance," Aiden says as Christian sets me down on the living room couch while I hold my robe tight."No, please dont. I'm fine." Was I? Absolutely no, between the fear and the now piercing pain in my head I was the furthest thing from fine. But an ambulance in this case would also mean the police and I can't risk it, not without knowing more about the man who broke in, and for that I needed Mira."You say that because you can't see yourself," Christian says as his hand gently examines my neck. "You are very hurt, the bruises on your neck, the blood on your head... they cut open your lip..." Christian listed my injuries, his voice getting more furious by the second.I shake my head, wincing slightly at the pain that shoots through my body. "I’m not calling the ambulance, Christian. Mira should be home any minute now, she can take care of me." The words come out more strained than I intended, but I need him to understand. I can’t risk this becoming bigger than it alrea
I blink in shock, sprawled out on the floor, my robe hiked up and my hair over my face as Charlie barks wildly, his tail wagging furiously, clearly not understanding the situation. For a second, I just lie there, trying to collect myself as I hear quick footsteps through the chaos. I removed the hair from my face just in time to see a man grab me by the throat and pull me up to my feet as my scream was silenced with his hand over my mouth. My heart races in my chest, and panic surges through me like a tidal wave. The grip on my throat is firm, too firm, and I can barely breathe. My vision starts to blur, my head spinning from the force, but I fight to stay conscious. The hand over my mouth muffles my scream, and I'm helpless in his grasp, my body frozen in shock.Charlie is still barking, but the man doesn't seem to care. His eyes are cold, and calculating, and I can't make a sound, can't fight back. He’s too strong, and I can feel the pressure building in my chest."Hey man, stop. Th
Love's POV"Dont forget the sexy pajama set, although I think Christian will be fine with you sleeping naked... covered in sweat and glued to his skin," Mira says as she stands by my bedroom door and overexposes her words with body mimics. "Mira, stop it. I don't even know if I should go there," I say as I sit on my bed. I don't know how much longer I will be able to keep pretending." I don't want to keep pretending."Love, come on. Relax and go, enjoy your time with him. Be happy." She says. But what she wants is for me to leave, she doesn't want me here, and I do not want to leave her alone. Especially now that she got bad news at work and will be stuck here thinking about it alone."How about you join us and we all do something together, perhaps it would be good for you and Christian to get to know each other better.""Yeah no, I won't be a third wheel. Besides I have to go take Charlie for a walk but first I need to buy a new leash because he chewed through the one we had." And sh
A sharp edge slices through me, sharper than the anger I’m trying to keep in check. My mind flashes to Love, her smile, her warmth, everything she represents to me. She’s not just some pawn in this game, she’s everything. And for him to drag her into this... my chest tightens with a simmering fury. I push forward almost making Aiden stumble back as I look at Vincenzo dead in his different colored eyes that aren't cold but are filled with fire."You stay away from Love. Dont name her, dont even think about her." Vincenzo doesn’t flinch as my fists are clenched, but I force myself to remain still, to keep control...just barely, just enough.He tilts his head, his lips curling into that signature smirk that always seems to make my blood boil. "Oh, Christian..." he murmurs, his voice oozing with malice. "You shouldn't show your week spot so openly, not if you want to stay in the game." His words hit like a slap to the face, but I don’t back down. I’m past playing nice with this bastard."
Christian's POVLove left with my Mother and Seb and I had to come back to work. Today was an important meeting to settle our transporter for the gold if we wanted the shipment to arrive on time for production. It took some time to look over possible firms, Aiden isn't happy until he makes a thorough investigation and that is exactly why he is my right hand and my best friend. It doesn't matter all the money he has and his own obligations with his family companies he makes sure not to leave me alone, the same way I do it for him, whenever he needs me."Mr.Callahan, the meeting is about to start. The representatives are already seated." My assistant says as she enters my office."Is Aiden there," I ask."I'm sorry but I think he is not in the building, his card wasn't registered yet. Do you want me to hold the meeting for a few minutes... stall a bit?" She asks as she looks down at her tablet."No need, Im comeing." I stand up, straightening my suit as I head toward the conference room.