AdaThe whole of Sunday is hell for me. I want to tell him. I want to tell him the truth so damn badly. The trip has come to an end and I haven’t uttered a word about it. Max asked me to be his girlfriend. How amazing is that? I never thought he’d ask such a thing. I never planned for things to get this far even though I myself knew I wanted him. That I couldn’t stay away so easily. But now things have gone too far and I’ve missed the chance to make things right without causing any scars. There are times when I find myself thinking that he won’t be upset. He’ll understand. Max loves me, and I love him, and together we can make this work. Isn’t that what he told me? Other times, I’m sure that my confession will ruin what we have, and I’m afraid of that happening. I want so badly to get it done and over with. But with every kiss and every touch, things get more and more complicated. Even now, in the car, I have a perfect chance to tell him. But his hand is resting on my thigh and h
Maximilian I call Rebecca again. She answers on the first ring. "I'm in the city," I inform her. "What was it that you wanted to tell me? What do I need to pick up?""Is she out of the car?"I frown. "What, who?""Naomi.""Uh, yeah, she is...why? Why do you ask?""I need you to come home, Max."I pause. Her tone is solemn and my sister rarely sounds this serious. "Rebecca, what's going on?""Please," she says. "Just come on home. I promise you that I'll explain everything.""Why does it matter if she's in the car or not?"Rebecca sighs. "I just didn't want her to hear this, okay? It's personal.""Okay," I say uncertainly. "I'm on my way."She ends the call. I stare at my phone for a few beats before throwing it on the empty passenger's seat. Strange. I can't say that I'm not curious to find out what the hell she's talking about. I briefly wonder if it has anything to do with the guy she's seeing. Now, I know it isn't good to have opinions about other people's lives. Rebecca is my s
Ada In the morning, I wake up with a horrible feeling in my gut. I won't even begin trying to figure out why that is because there's a reason for it, and I know that. Today is the day. It has arrived. I'm going to tell Max the truth and there's nothing that can stop me. Only myself. And I won't do that because I'm tired of living like this. I'm tired. I get ready and make it to the kitchen to have at least a cup of coffee before I go about my day. I don't want to do this on an empty stomach. When I get to the living room, the horrible feeling stirring in me worsens because I see an envelope on the floor near the door. Another one? I walk toward it slowly, almost like I'm afraid that it'll jump up and hurt me in some way. I pick up the envelope and carry it to the kitchen. I open it and sure enough, there's a note inside. It's similar to the one I got the other night and I just scrunch it up in hand and toss the damned thing in the bin. What the hell is this?Wes has crossed th
Ada“I know it’s hard to believe,” I tell him, “but it’s the truth. I came in this house with a fake identity because I wanted to find evidence against him. To prove what he did to my family.”Max is quiet for the longest time. I guess it’s safe to say that he’s speechless. I try to think of something else to add to this, but so far, he doesn’t look convinced. In fact, he looks angrier than he did a few seconds ago.“This…” he begins before trailing off. He averts his gaze and pinches the bridge of his nose. Then, he goes completely silent. “Say something,” I plead after a minute has passed. I know because I’m counting the seconds before he says something. “Please.”His eyes are hard as they land on me once more. “What could I possibly say to this?”“Tell me you believe me,” I claim. A humorless chuckle leaves his lips and he places his hands on his face. “Believe you? This is your way of trying to reason with me? Making up lies about my terminally ill father to cover up the fact
Ada The feel of my mother’s soothing fingers on my scalp is heavenly. “Shh,” she says, moving them in circular motions. “It’s going to be okay, my love. It’ll be fine.”I sniffle. I’ve lost track of time. I don’t know how long I’ve been crying. My eyes feel heavy and hot. They’re sore from all the crying and my eyelids are swollen. My nose is raw from all the rubbing, but the pain I feel is inconsequential compared to the one breaking me apart from the inside. I’m devastated. “I didn’t know things got to this point, darling,” she says to me. I hear chiding in her tone. “You didn’t tell us a single thing.”I don’t answer her because I’m upset already and if I say something, I’ll just get angrier. I don’t want to argue with the one person who’s offering me comfort right now. It’s not right. It’s not fair. But if she keeps on saying these things, I’ll explode. Because, for starters, what does she mean by ‘us’? Why do I have to tell Harry and Damson every single damn aspect about my
Maximilian I haven't left my office since Naomi—no, that's not her name. That's not her fucking name. I don't know why I keep calling her that in my mind when she lied about her identity. She lied about every single fucking thing and now I don't know what to do with myself. Ada. That's her damn name. Ada. Anyway, I haven't left my office since Ada left it. I don't have the courage or the face to make it downstairs, not when I know that everyone downstairs probably knows about this farce. Shit, this was a woman I introduced to my father. She was someone I planned on making mine. How did things go so gloriously wrong?Life has ups and downs, but this is a down I never thought I'd experience before. What the fuck. I loved that woman and she was just a liar. I never thought that I'd be able to be fooled. I always considered myself an expert at catching gold diggers or reading the intentions behind someone’s actions. I didn’t see this coming. That’s all I can say. Accusing my fa
Ada Against my better judgment, I open the door of my apartment and come face to face with the scoundrel that is Wes Zorn. He leans against the doorframe to watch me and I point a finger at him and say in a shaky voice, “You son of a bitch. Aren’t you ashamed? You ruined my fucking life and now you’re here, asking for money!?”“I didn’t ruin your life,” he claims before making his way inside my apartment. I leave the door wide open. “I’m only looking out for my future family.”I scoff. “You really think that you’ll ever be a part of the Loxleys? You’re delusional!”“If you almost had a chance, why couldn’t I?” he asks, glaring at me though there’s a smirk pulling at the corners of his lips. “He was going to marry you, you know? He told his sister so, and she told me. I couldn’t let him get married to a fucking liar. I don’t know what you wanted from them, but it couldn’t be anything good, Ada.”Tears fill my eyes. Marriage. I close my eyes, imagining how beautiful and wonderful thin
Ada “You killed him,” I whisper in disbelief. My lips feel bloodless as I utter these words. I turn my head to look at Damson. “You killed him.”He looks over at Wes’s body. I cover my mouth with my hand so I don’t scream. I stare at Wes’s body and the pool of blood already forming around him. I’ve never seen so much blood in my life. I’m horrified by how pale he’s becoming. I look at Damson again, and he appears as shocked as me. “Fuck,” he curses. I look around, suddenly alert. The door is wide open. I stand up on shaky legs and hurry to close it. It slams shut because I throw my whole weight on it. Then, I take in the mess. The piece of glass Damson used to stab Wes came from the vase I kept near the couch. They were probably in a scuffle of some kind before I became conscious and I missed it entirely. It feels like I was out for like two seconds. How could this mess have happened in such a short amount of time?I didn’t even see Damson come in. “What are we doing to do?” I as
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