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
MaximilianWhat happens following the incident with the maid is something straight out of a horror novel. It's funny how one day, things can be fine. Normal. Mundane, even. Then, it all flips on its head and chaos ensues. I, of course, could have prevented the whole thing if I had just kept what I had seen to myself, but I'm not the kind of man who would leave his sister in the dark about her husband's sadistic nature. No, not a chance. If he's a rapist, then why would I want him to be married to someone who's so important to me?Edmund deserved to be exposed, and I don't regret a thing. Rebecca is heartbroken. She's always been sensitive and this is just one of those things that would break anyone. I'm going to be on her side through it all. I won't abandon her. But Edmund has to go. In fact, he's already left. He needs to consider it a miracle that I didn't kill him. I've been vibrating with anger the whole day, unsure of what to do with it since I didn't have a chance to take
Ada The thing about being a maid—or better yet, someone who’s seen as below their employers—is that it doesn’t matter that you went through something traumatic and you’re not feeling well. You have to stay and work. I’ve been vomiting inside my mouth the whole day and now, Maximilian Loxley wants to know if I need anything. Haha. Words can’t describe how angry his request made me when all I needed was a chance to go home. To lie down and purge that man out of my system. I won’t have a chance to do that. The good thing is that the other employees aren’t aware of what happened. At least, I didn’t have the impression that they were aware. I don’t know if I’d stand them looking at me like they’re sorry for me. Not a chance in hell. I’m having a hard time dealing with my thoughts as it is. I can’t take off that scene from my mind. How close he was. How his skin felt against mine. How I shuddered when he pressed his body flush against mine. That’s just not something I’ll get over a
Ada The moment I crack an eye open, I’m practically blinded by the sun. I’m surprised to see that I’m sleeping on the couch, right in the living room. I didn’t even make it to the bed last night. I sit up, groaning and massaging the back of my neck. It’s sore. Then again, I’ve been very tense. I’m right on time. I search for my phone and switch off my alarm before it rings. I hate it when it does. Then, I put some coffee to brew and head into the bathroom to get ready for the day ahead. To be honest, this lifestyle is killing me. I’m not used to working this hard. It was easier earlier on when I had so much hope and fresh expectations, but now that I know that things aren’t as easy as they seem, I’m having a harder time waking up in the morning. I feel disillusioned by everything that’s going on. It seems whatever secret the Loxley’s are hoarding is harder to find than gold. The things I’ve been experiencing under their roof don’t make this burden easier to carry, either. I find
Ada I can’t stop drumming my fingers against the desk in the office downstairs. That’s where I am, by the way. Since that woman caught me. She’s blonde and tall, and I don’t know who she is. I’ve never seen her around before; this is the very first time. She must be a close friend or even a relative because the way she entered the office with Maximilian Loxley’s name on her lips was an indicator that she has a more intimate relationship with the family. But that’s not my concern right now. It doesn’t matter who caught me. The point is that I was caught and Mrs. Danes was alerted right away. With a grave voice, she told me to wait here for a family remember to arrive and deal with the situation, and it’s been fifteen minutes in total since that happened. I’m screwed. Not unless I can lie my way out of this.But what would be the appropriate lie? What can I say that wouldn’t make me look like an absolute idiot? I have no idea. I’m scared and still shaking from being caught. What
Maximilian“You’re serious?” Kelly asks behind me. “You’re seriously going to give her the benefit of the doubt? Max, she’s crazy!”I head upstairs, though not without hesitation. The shit she told me about there being a bomb upstairs is terrifying. My father sleeps right next door to my office. I keep remembering her face and how she looked as she told me. She looked ashamed, that I’m sure of. But of what exactly?“I have to make sure whether it’s true or not, Kelly,” I tell her as I make it up the stairs. “That’s a serious allegation.”“She’s clearly lying to get away with it and you’re buying her story!” she exclaims. She’s starting to get a little loud and I don’t want this conversation to be overheard. I want this to stay between us and Mrs. Danes. “Max!”I whirl around to face her, and she stops walking. “Kelly, I understand your concern, but this is something I have to do. Thank you for your opinion, but I simply can’t take it. This is my family’s protection we’re talking a
AdaHowever, regardless of how much I hope—of how much I pray for things to go my way—I still find that rarely happens. Because that woman, their family friend Kelly, is here for breakfast. I don't know why she's coming around so much. I mean, it's really none of my business, but why can't she stay away? What's wrong with her? How obsessed with Maximilian is she? Even now, she's sitting close to him and constantly touches his arm or elbow while saying something. I don't know why, but it's annoying watching her. Very much so. I feel myself start to get angry as I watch her. It makes no sense for my heart to be beating like this; none. It's none of my business and honestly, who cares what they do? But I'm starting to realize that I have something against this woman. I guess it’s safe to say that she had something against me, first. For the entirety of breakfast, Maximilian makes a point of not looking at me and I do the same, even though I can’t help but steal an occasional glance
AdaThe silence seems to want to engulf me.It’s almost too quiet. I have to look around to make sure that I’m in my own apartment. It feels like a foreign place. Or maybe it’s my mind that’s become so strange to me that I can’t make sense of the places I’m in every day. I close my eyes, squeeze them shut, and then open them again slowly, ignoring the throbbing behind them. Yes. This whole mess is giving me a headache and there’s nothing I can do about it. I’m just so damn tired of always having to think. At this point, I wish I could just shut my thoughts and not have to think about Max Loxley or anyone else in their family. I’m tired. I lie on my couch. I haven’t had dinner yet and find it unlikely that I will. I’m just not hungry and anyway, I don’t have the energy to cook anything right now. I’m being haunted by the memories of this afternoon. How his grip felt. How his eyes pinned me to the spot. How my heart raced every time his face moved closer to mine. How triumphant I f
Maximilian Kelly leaves before dinner is even served, which honestly, I'm thankful for. I was surprised to see her here. I thought the discussion we had earlier would be enough to send her away forever, but it seems not, and I don't know how I feel about that.I'm cutting into my ribeye when Rebecca says my name. "Max."I look up at her. My expression is one of boredom, I'm sure. Judging by her tone, she wants to talk about a complicated matter. I'm sure it has to do with Kelly and what happened earlier. "What's going on with you? Could you tell me?""Rebecca," I begin, "I don't think that—""Kelly told me what happened," she whispers after looking around to ensure that nobody is around to hear her. "You know, between the two of you in your office."I suppress the urge to groan. Fuck. "I already had a conversation with her concerning this," I say, keeping my tone level. "I don't think there's anything left to say.""This isn't like you at all," she claims. "You're not one to brea
Ada"A direct order, is it?" I ask, tearing my arm from his grip. "And I suppose that makes you so much better than her?"He closes his eyes and takes a deep breath, almost like he's calming himself down. When he looks back at me, his eyes are shooting daggers at me. "Do you take pleasure in being such a complicated person?""I'm not being complicated, I'm just pointing out a fact," I claim. "An order is an order. I'll get someone else to do it. As you wish, sir."I start to walk away from him, but he shocks me by grabbing my arm and forcing me to face him. A gasp leaves my lips in the process. He's doing this in broad daylight. Where anyone could see us and assume whatever they want. I tell him, "I have to remind you that anyone could be watching us, Mr. Loxley. Now's the right time for you to release me.""Do you think I care about anyone watching?" he asks in a low voice, his face only inches away from mine. "I pay them to mind their business. Whoever has a problem with what I do
AdaI haven’t seen him for the whole day. That’s how I refer to him now. As him. I didn’t have to serve breakfast because, luckily enough, nobody would be having any. Everyone left early. I have a feeling he did it to avoid me, but at the same time, I think I might be delusional because he approached me. He’s not trying to avoid me. I’m in his house, not the other way around. If he never wants to see me again, all he has to do is fire me and I’ll be out of his sight. I haven’t had a chance to look for any clues. Then again, I’m not really in the mood to. My concentration can’t falter, and right now, I’m too deep in my thoughts to get something so risky done. The day is nearly coming to an end but I swear it’s been the longest of my life. It’s been so tedious, too. I’ve just been cleaning and nothing else. At this rate, I don’t think I’ll have the encouragement to come back. I have twenty minutes until I have to leave when I’m called by Mrs. Danes. She says to me, “Miss Loxley is
MaximilianThe words I said to Naomi were more to me than to her, because I was right. I do have to forget that the kiss ever happened. I’ve gotten myself into serious trouble because of it. My desire for her has spiraled out of control to the point where I used someone dear to me to erase the thought of her from my mind, or rather, not the thought, but this curiosity of mine to know what she tastes like. What happened between Kelly and me should never have occurred. It was a mistake I think I’ll pay for for the rest of my life. I leave without having breakfast. This is for the best. Whenever she’s around, I can’t seem to think straight, so this is me cutting the problem from the root, since I don’t know how to fucking behave. I rarely drive to work with my head as full as it is. Usually, it’s easy for me to focus on what I’m going to do all day, but she hasn’t left my mind for a second. I couldn’t even tell if she was relieved by what I said, or disappointed. She’s never given me
Ada When I get back to my apartment, I'm shaking. Literally. Shaking. I close the door and when I try to lock it, I drop the keys multiple times. To be fair, I don't know how I drove myself here. I should've crashed the car. It's a miracle, it truly is. Because I'm a mess. I have been since he kissed me. I even came home in my uniform. That's how jumbled up my mind is. I didn't change. I just grabbed my clothes and my bag and came running. The truth is that I was afraid he'd follow me. But he didn't. Now that I'm home, in a place that's safe for me, it's easier for me to focus and think about what truly happened. The horrifying part is that I kissed him back. There, I've said it. I kissed him back. I should've pushed him away but for some reason, that didn't occur to me. I had this curiosity to kiss him back. To know what it would be like.And now I’m regretting that because it’s just about the craziest thing I’ve ever done, arguably the dumbest. I chew my thumb nonstop and
MaximilianI kiss her. I fucking kiss her. I think I grab her face and she stands up, both of us moving backward until her back hits the door of my office hard, making a sound that should scare me but doesn’t, our lips locked. I lose my mind for a moment. I’m overcome by this feverish sensation that races up and down my spine before it settles on my chest, burning bright and nearly suffocating me. Is this feeling desire? Lust? Need? Or a mixture of all three? Her hands are grabbing the lapels of my shirt, pulling me close as our mouths move together. My tongue darts out, settling on her lower lip. She parts her lips for me, allowing me entrance into her sweet mouth. My tongue finds hers and the two move like intimate friends. Like lovers. This is the first time I’ve ever kissed her but it doesn’t feel like it. It’s like my body knows her, and hers knows mine. The moment ends abruptly. She stills, becoming as rigid as a rock, and I break the kiss before taking a few steps away fr
AdaFor the next two days, things have been calm and on the low. I haven’t had any weird experience with Mr. Loxley. Except, of course, when his hand accidentally grazed mine while I was pouring him coffee this morning. It felt like I’d been zapped with electricity and when I looked at him, undoubtedly with an accusing look burning in my eyes, he seemed just as surprised as me. But whatever. That was a mild thing. Nothing to be concerned about. Damson still hasn’t called and I can’t help but wonder what’s wrong with him. Why won’t he talk to me? It’s so frustrating, to be honest. This day is almost ending. Tomorrow will be another day and things feel so stale. I won’t even mention how disappointed I was when I went through the photos I took and, you guessed it, there was absolutely nothing in them that would tie Reynold Loxley to my father’s death. It feels like I’m chasing after ghosts, to be honest. I feel so irritated with the whole thing. So frustrated, too. In my mind, this