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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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