Ada I say goodbye to Max outside, then head inside my apartment alone, my heart beating pretty fast all of a sudden. I know what I’m doing is incredibly risky. How long can I keep this up? I didn’t put an end to it when I had the chance, and were only going to get more involved with each other from here on out. I expect things are going to get very difficult. I should end this while I still have the chance. But as I make it to my apartment, I know that it’s simply not going to happen. Not yet, at least. I’ve never been an irresponsible person, but for some reason, I’m being that person now. I unlock my apartment door, step inside, and then shriek when I realize that I’m not alone. “Mom!?” I exclaim, placing a hand on my chest. “What are you doing here? God, you scared the hell out of me.”She has a key, so it comes as no surprise to me how she got in. The question is why. She stands up from her position on the couch and says, “I think we need to have a serious talk.”“About what?
AdaI think of coming in a bit later to work so I won’t really come across Max, then decide against it when I realize that it’s probably a bad idea. Because we’re dating, people might think I’m taking an advantage of that fact. Even he might think that. And I’m not. It’s not that I’m avoiding him because I want to get back to point zero where we used to damn ignore each other and not talk for days before inevitably kissing when we did see each other. No, it’s because I’m anxious of what he’s going to do. He’s shown that he’s reckless and doesn’t care what people think, and I don’t think I’ll be comfortable if he kisses me in front of the other employees. I’d feel horrible. But I have to face it, so I arrive on time. I get dressed, feeling a little lethargic for some reason. My mother’s words are swimming in my head and making it hard for me to concentrate. They were so rude, weren’t they? I can’t get them out of my mouth. For her to give me an ultimatum like that when she knows h
Ada Max takes me to yet another restaurant. Only, this one is fancier, so I have to change into a small black dress that honestly fits every occasion. It's a dress I've had for years and never had a chance to use before. Now I do. Every time I look at him, I'm filled with this sense of disbelief, but the more time we spend together, the more I get used to this—whatever this is. We dine and the whole time, he tells me stories about his life, building an image of his father that I honestly never thought I'd see before. Max is very fond of him, and his opinion of his father is high. To him, his father is a man with morals. Integrity. He definitely doesn't describe a murderer. "I learned everything with him," he informs me as he cuts into his steak. "My father was with me every step of the way. I don't know what I would've done without him.""And your mother?""She did her part," he claims. "She was a good mother to us. When she died, I was devastated. Rebecca felt it more than I did
Ada Words can’t describe the feeling that rips through me as I turn my head to see the person that has just called me by my real name out loud. The face I see confuses me for a few long seconds because I don’t recognize it right away. I have to put a name to the face I haven’t seen in quite a long time, and I realize that the last time I’ve seen this man was when we were both teens. In high school.“Wes?” I say. “West Zorn?”“Yeah, hi,” he says to me before striding toward me. Every step he takes increases my horror. This is really happening. There’s someone in this house who knows my real name and I still don’t know what he’s doing here. “I thought it was you. I’d recognize that face anywhere.”I try to smile but I’m uneasy now. What the hell is he doing here? “Yeah, what are you doing here?”“I’m actually here with a friend,” he claims as he slides his hands into his pockets. “Rebecca. I’m sure you know who she is, considering you work here.”“You’re Rebecca’s friend?”“We’re jus
Ada I quickly step away from the shelf, but try to keep it cool and act like I wasn’t going through the files. “I’m sorry,” he begins in a friendly voice as he shuffles further into the room, “I didn’t think there was anyone here. Rather, anyone who isn’t Max. Isn’t he back from work yet?”“No, Mr. Loxley,” I say, trying to keep my voice even. “He’s not here yet. I’m just cleaning the place up.”“I see,” he claims. “You’re the one who handed me the inhaler, correct?”“Yes, Mr. Loxley.”“Right, right,” he says, clasping his hands behind his back. He’s wearing a gray robe with pajamas underneath, and his head is completely smooth save for some very thin strands of hair growing from his scalp. I don’t see the resemblance between him and Max whenever I look at him, so that means Max probably looks like his mother. “So,” he begins, his tone still cheerful, “you’re the woman my son is so enchanted with?”My face flushes, and he laughs at my reaction. Despite the fact that he’s sick, he l
AdaA month has passed by. A whole month. It's almost hard for me to believe it. I didn't think I'd stay here this long. This wasn't the initial plan at all. I was meant to get in and get out. Simple. But things didn't work out and I'm still here. Nothing. Not a shred of evidence has been found as of yet, and yes, I have been to Reynold's room. I got lucky last week as he had to leave the house to go to the doctor. I had the room all to myself and of course, I didn't find a single thing. I'm starting to get demoralized and hopeless. In fact, I'm completely hopeless at this point. This is starting to feel like some sick joke. Did Reynold Loxley even kill my father? Because apart from that land they disputed, I don't see how else they could be connected. I haven't had the chance to talk to Harry about it because he's been ignoring me, too. So has Damson. No surprise there. My mother told me I'd stop being her daughter unless I quit this, and they just left me, too. I'm all alone.
AdaWhen I get back to my apartment, I allow myself to fully panic because this is a good reason for it. I'm behind relieved that Max canceled our date today. I don't think I would've been able to sit across from him and act like everything's alright when Wes just blackmailed me into giving him money. And I'm sure he wants a good amount. Not the peanuts I have to offer. And guess what?I'd rather abandon the job and leave all of this behind than ask Max for money. Money? I won't do it. Not in a million years. I'm only thinking about how bad things will be once he finds out that I've been lying to him this whole time. Am I supposed to add borrowing money to the equation? Wes has it all wrong, of course. He thinks I'm scheming. That I want money. That I'm a gold-digger. That's why he thinks I'll have easy access to money. I don't know how to get rid of this situation. I'm desperate. I certainly won't give him a cent. My hard-earned money to that bastard? Not a chance in hell. He'll
Ada The next day, I give Wes bad looks and all he does is smile at me indifferently like he couldn't care less about what I think. I want to strangle him, that's what I want to do. I wish I had the courage to just walk up to him, yell, then slap him. He'd deserve it. How dare he come to my apartment to deliver that gift? How dare he? What kind of game is he playing? You think you know people, but you don't. I find myself daydreaming about school and wishing that I'd ignored him. He wouldn't have known anything about me. But since we were kind of friends, I can say we know each other pretty well. If I knew then that he'd turn out to be this stinky, shameless gigolo, I would never in a million years have been friends with him. But it's too late to think about that now. Since this is technically going to be my last day working as a maid, I decide to celebrate by not looking for any clues. I'm done. Really, I am. I lost an important part of myself looking for clues. Plotting revenge
Ada"Grayson," I say his name, my voice hardly above a whisper, "what is this?"He doesn't say a word to me in return and instead, lets me go through all the papers he gave me. At first, they don't make sense to me, but that's only because I wasn't expecting this at all. I go through them again, my eyes searching."Do you know who that is?" he asks. "Yes," I reveal. I've seen her face once before, in a picture with Max. "This is his ex-wife. The one who died in an accident while—""Pregnant," he finishes for me. "Yes, that's her."In the papers he gave me, which seem to be photocopies of the actual pictures, I see her, Cora, I believe is her name, with none other than Reynold Loxley. In intimate settings. There's absolutely nothing remotely decent about this. In one of the photos, they're in a hotel room. She's seated, in lingerie, while he's standing over her, his fly undone. Then, they're in the car, their faces inches apart. In another photo, they're kissing. I mean, looking at
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