Ada The doors are still swinging when I approach them, and I hold the left one and slip inside the room through the gap of the doors. I was right when I assumed that it was a storage room. I see a whole bunch of crates filled with wine and champagne bottles as well as different liquors. What could Sheila possibly be doing here? That's what I want to know. And I find out soon enough. I hear voices and immediately duck behind a stack of crates. They're speaking in low voices, but I recognize Sheila's whiny, high-pitched voice. She's talking to a man, and when I peer over the crates, I'm not surprised to see Edmund talking to her. I wish I could get closer to hear what they're saying, but soon, they stop talking altogether and start kissing instead. My face reddens, and I cover my mouth with my hand. I shouldn't be surprised; I'd low-key deduced what was happening when she warned me off the men in the family. Her possessive manner made me realize that she must have had an affair wit
Ada“I gotta go,” I tell Damson quickly before hanging up and shoving the phone in my clutch. Edmund approaches me, his eyes following all my movements. “There you are. I’ve been wondering where you’ve been hiding. Is everything okay?”“Yes,” I lie. “I just thought I’d get some fresh air.”“Yes, it’s quite stuffy inside, isn’t it?” he asks before reaching into his blazer to retrieve a pack of cigarettes and a lighter. “Mind if I smoke?”“No.”He lights the cigarette, then stands smoking it. I notice that near his neck, there’s a lipstick stain. Won’t his wife notice? Isn’t he afraid?“You look lovely tonight,” he comments. “Did you like the dress?”Ah, the matter that I’ve been meaning to clarify. “I thought that your wife gifted it to me, so I guess her confusion left me…confused, too.”“About that,” he begins as he turns his body so he’s facing me directly. “Rebecca doesn’t know about the dress. She didn’t mention it or even think about it, I guess because of what happened with Sam
Maximilian Edmund faces me with a broad smile tugging at the corners of his lips, which would suggest that nothing is wrong. But the maid? Her face is ashen, and she looks like she’s a few breaths away from crying. Her eyes are downcast now, and she shifts her weight from one foot to the other, looking uncomfortable. What the hell is going on here?“Max,” Ed exclaims. I notice that he’s being a little too loud, in an exaggerated way, almost, and when he moves closer to me, I see a wave of panic cross his eyes before it disappears. Guilt. I detect guilt. And why would that be?“Something wrong?” I ask him, unfazed by the friendliness he’s showing me. Ed frowns. “Why would there be something wrong?”I wait for a beat to pass, then say, “I don’t know. You tell me.”He waves his hand dismissively and says, “I was just talking to Naomi here about Sammy, and I guess that put us both in a mood. Isn’t that right?”She raises her eyes to look at him, and I see that flash of defiance that
AdaI can’t believe that this man is handling me like this. It’s ridiculous!The only reason why I’ve stopped fighting him is because people are starting to look, and I’m not going to embarrass myself more than he’s already doing it. We reach a larger area with people gathered all over, and they all turn to look at Maximilian Loxley. Some people eye me and at the way his hand is closed around my wrist like a vice. I can’t believe he let that woman believe I’m his date, all because he wants to know what his brother-in-law said to me. And how can I tell him when it might directly impact me?I’m not an idiot. I know he isn’t asking because he cares about me. He just wants to know if Edmund is sneaking around, perhaps for his sister’s sake. How would this impact me? I’d rather try my luck with Edmund than with him, who’s hated me from the moment he set eyes on me, because at least there’ll be a possibility of me keeping the job and having more time to find the evidence I need against R
Ada “Ada, darling,” my mother says as she opens the door. She embraces me tightly before placing a kiss on my cheek. “It’s so good to see you. Come in, come in. It’s chilly and you don’t have a sweater.”Upon entering the living room, I spot Harry standing in the living room. I’m surprised that he’s here at this time of the night, but at the same time, he and my mother have always been close. He also mentioned before that he gets lonely in what he calls his ‘old age’, and that it’s only gotten worse since Damson left the nest.“Ada,” he says in greeting before he limps toward me. “We weren’t expecting you here. Change of plans? How was the…a masquerade, you said?”“Yeah,” I confirm. “It was…interesting.”“How so?” my mother asks. I’m always hesitant to give them information about what’s going on in that family, and now it’s worse because this matter is tricky and I know what they would say. They worry about me. I don’t blame them, but their concern does get in the way of getting thi
Maximilian As I leave the bar, I can’t help but heave a sigh of relief. Fuck me. If Grayson Piovani wasn’t part of the Piovani family that has been in business with ours for years, I would have cut him out of my life a long time ago. Not only is he exhausting to be around, but he’s also the worst person I’ve had the displeasure to meet. I don’t know how we were ever friends. My father and his were very close. As a result, we grew up practically together. We went to the same schools. We were in the same class. Every weekend, we’d spend in each other’s houses. I will admit that even back then, there were aspects of him that didn’t sit well with me. He was unnecessarily rude and spoiled, and although the same could be said about me, I was never like him. Not to his extent. But the partnership brought about by our fathers can’t be undone without some serious damage being done, so we’re stuck together. I’m not stupid enough to think that he doesn’t feel the same way about me as I do
AdaAs I step inside the house on Monday morning, my heart slams violently against my chest. I have to force myself to keep walking because otherwise, I’ll turn on my heel and storm out. My thoughts are swirling violently in my mind. To be honest, I don’t know what I’m going to do. I’ll go through the office one last time and try to make it upstairs to the rooms so I can see if I can find some documents or anything that could help me.But if Edmund or even Maximilian Loxley find me before then…“Good morning, Miss Johnson,” Mrs. Danes says to me when I enter the changing room. She’s already dressed, and the keychain is hanging around her neck, as usual. “Good morning, Mrs. Danes.”“Is everything alright?” she asks suddenly. I turn my head to face her. “Yes, everything is fine.”Her eyes narrow slightly as she studies me. “You don’t look too well, which is why I’m asking.”“Oh, I’m fine,” I lie as I start to change into my uniform. “If you say so,” she claims. “Be at the dining roo
AdaEdmund grabs my arm and guides me toward the office, which is something I find ironic, but I don’t have time to dwell on that now. We enter the office and to my absolute horror, he closes the door behind him. I whirl around to face him, heart in my throat, and he approaches me steadily. Watching me the way a predator would watch its prey. “Running from me?” he asks with a tilt of his head. I don’t answer him. Instead, I calculate how long it would take me to race to the door if he tries something funny, and if I wouldn’t be better off just screaming for help. What would he do then? How would he explain the screaming?“I told you that you only had two options,” he claims as he starts inching toward me. I slowly make my way around the desk, visibly putting some distance between us. “I don’t think that’s fair,” I proclaim. “Do you know what that makes you? Forcing me to be with you?”“I’m not scared away by titles and names, Naomi,” he remarks. “It doesn’t matter what you’re call
Ada When Grayson and I arrived here a few minutes ago, I didn’t know what to expect. I didn’t know where he was bringing me. I couldn’t even guess it. I saw the hotel with all the cars parked in the lot, and I wondered what kind of party he was bringing me to. It was only when I saw the names on the poster outside that I realized what his plan was. Now, we’re inside the venue and there are so many people here that I can’t even breathe. I’m suffocating on everything—the whole damn thing. Grayson’s grip on my arm is like a vice. I can’t even fight him off. “Stop it,” I tell him. “Stop! I don’t want to be here and I don’t understand why you’ve brought me to this place!”To Max’s engagement to that blonde woman? What if I come across him? God, I don’t think that I will be able to handle such a thing. What happened between us was too bad for me to just act like it wouldn’t be a problem. I wasn’t invited here. I don’t belong here. “Just relax,” Grayson says to me in a low voice as h
Maximilian As I fix my tie and stare at my reflection, a thought, unwanted and intrusive, occurs to me. What the fuck am I doing?I shut it down as soon as it springs to mind, but the fact remains that I've asked myself this question more often than I've convinced myself that I'm doing the right thing. And sure, that's a problem. It's not supposed to be, but it is. I can't even say that I haven't been warned. My father is showing up to the engagement party just because of the family image we need to portray. He’s made it very clear that he isn’t happy with my decision. Although I hate to disappoint him, I’m doing this to preserve my sanity. I didn’t think that getting over Ada would be this hard. She has become Ada now, completely. Utterly. I’ve forgotten all about Naomi Johnson. I pinch the bridge of my nose before taking a few moments to inhale. The more I think about it, the less I like it. But what can be done? A knock at the door interrupts my train of thought. The door o
Ada The day I have to meet with Grayson Piovani arrives, and I’m not ready. I stare at my reflection in the mirror, take a deep breath, and then put the last earring on. He mentioned he wanted me well-dressed? Well, this is it. I smooth my dress down with my hands, making sure to get all the wrinkles out. There aren’t any, I just don’t know what to do with my hands. I’ve opted for one of the only dresses I have that is presentable and I can take to an event that’s formal. It’s an emerald green with a sequined top. It belonged to my mother, but she said it no longer fit her after her gave birth to me, so I’ve had it ever since. It was meant to be worn for a special occasion, but the time never came and now, it’s useful to me. I’m nervous. I don’t know what to expect, and have no idea where he’ll be taking me. I just want to know what this big secret of his is. Why would he go through the trouble of contacting me if it wasn’t something serious that would benefit me? At this point,
AdaDamson steps away from me, finally releasing me. “He did, didn’t he?”I fold my arms. “Don’t blame him, Damson. He was just trying to help me understand why you were ignoring me the whole time.”He chuckles darkly, anger flashing in his eyes. “I see.”“It really hurt me, you know?” I mention after a stretch of silence. “I wish you’d talk to me. I don’t understand why you didn’t just tell me outright. I’d never judge you. Not ever.”His gaze meets mine and I realize that his eyes are red. He looks like he wants to cry. That, or he just looks plain furious. For some reason, I can’t tell the difference. “Right,” he then says. “Because that would be super ideal to you, wouldn’t it?”“What are you talking about?”“Nothing,” he says viciously before brushing past me to grab his coat. “Damson,” I say softly. “Damson, come on. Damson!”He ignores me outright and heads toward the door. Before he reaches it, it opens and my mother and Harry walk in, carrying takeout bags. I guess she did
Ada“Where were you?” is the first thing Damson asks me when I get back. I close the door slowly while trying to think about what I’ll say to him. I then settle with, “I just went to meet a friend.”His eyebrows raise. “A friend? Ada, you don’t have any friends.”“You don’t know that.”“I do,” he insists. “Is everything alright?”“Just fine,” I claim as I head toward the kitchen. I need to make myself some chamomile tea. It’ll help calm me and clear my mind. Damson follows me. I know how stubborn he can be, so I know he’ll continue questioning me until he’s satisfied with the answer. The tricky part is that I can’t tell him what happened with Grayson Piovani. I know what he’ll say, and I don’t want to hear it. Until I figure out what I’m going to do, I’m keeping this to myself.“I’m supposed to believe that?” he asks angrily. “Really?”I sigh. “I don’t know what you want me to say, Damson.”“Tell me the truth. Jesus, when did you start hiding things from me?”His question makes me w
Maximilian “Oh, Max!” Kelly moans as I thrust into her. Her fingernails are digging into my back and her heels are digging into the back of my legs. “Faster. Oh, yeah. That’s so good. Faster. Yes!”I’m close, and whenever this happens, I shut my eyes and all I can think about is Ada. Just her. It’s her face I see as I spill inside Kelly, my heart thundering in my chest. Fuck. I roll onto my back, lying next to her. Those few minutes right before I climax are the fucking best, and when it’s over, it all comes crashing down. I’m filled with this self-loathing that spoils my mood. “That was amazing,” Kelly says as she grabs by arm before making closer to me. We’re both breathing heavily and our bodies are covered in sweat. I hold her close, feeling terrible for thinking about someone who isn’t her while I’m inside her. Is it always going to be this way? Am I always going to be haunted by Ada Fucking Turner? Will she ever leave my thoughts alone?I must be a masochist because it does
AdaGrayson Piovani makes eye contact with me as soon as I step into the café. It’s pretty crowded, especially for this time of night, and that helps me feel safe. I approach his table and sit down, my eyes intently on his face. I might still regret doing this—it seems I’m the queen of making bad decisions—but for now, I’m curious to know what he wants. “Thank you for coming,” he says as soon as I sit down. “What’s the matter about?” I ask, getting straight to the point. “Coffee?”“No thanks.”His mouth quirks. “You don’t have to be so defensive. I didn’t ask you to come here to threaten you.”“I wouldn’t blame if you wanted to, especially because of the bomb thing.”“What made you say my name?”I inhale deeply and shrug. “I don’t know. It was a stupid thing to do.”“But you knew there would be a bomb?”“No, I didn’t.”He seems confused but quickly changes the subject. “The reason why I asked to meet with you is because I have some information that I think will help extremely valu
Ada It takes me a couple more days until I can feel somewhat normal. I don't know what it was about what Harry said to me, but I feel way better. I know that the situation was out of my control. I keep telling myself that maybe if I'd told him about it before Wes got involved, maybe he would've understood. Maybe, he would've forgiven me. But now I know that's not true. I don't think that would've happened because Max would've never understood my motives. Never. It's just something that wasn't meant to be. It was beautiful. By God, it was. I'll never forget the time I spent in his arms. But it's over now, and there's nothing I can do about it. I go shopping. I actually get ready to go and don't just step out in PJs. A heartbreak can really destroy you, I know that now. I need to be more careful of who I hand my heart to from here on out. It still hurts. I avoid the news. I have unsubscribed from all the gossip sites. I have no reason to even hear Max's name anymore. Maybe Harry
AdaI drive sound the city for many hours before I realize that I didn’t even bring my phone with me and that someone might be calling. I mean my mother, because nobody else does apart from her and Damson. It’s nearly five. I figure she’s probably home already which means I won’t be alone with a potential stalker there. I’ll have to tell her about this. Someone is following me around and leaving me these cryptic notes, and I have to find out who it is. I thought it was Wes. If not him, then who? Who could be following me around and leaving these poetic words?I park my car right behind my mother’s, and step out. I look around—and yes, I’m aware that u look paranoid—before I head toward the door. However, I stop in my tracks when I see Harry seated right outside the door, smoking a cigarette. He eyes me somewhat coldly as he sucks on the other end of it, and his eyes are searching as they land on my face. “Your mother was worried. You didn’t even call.”“I left my phone,”“I figur