AdaThey say that time heals all wounds but the days are dragging by and my broken heart has not recovered from the blow that was reading about Max's engagement. It hurts to think that I'm in my mother's house, crying because of how much I miss him and regret doing what I did, only for him to move on to someone else in a heartbeat. He told me he loved me once not long ago. Was that all a lie? There's no way he would've been able to move on so quickly. I guess he lied to me. There same way I lied to him about who I was. I'm sitting on the couch, a cup of cocoa warming my palms. The TV is on but I haven't even registered what I'm watching. Is it a movie? Series? Cooking show? The news? I have no clue. I can't pay attention to a single thing. I'm so engrossed in my thoughts. The front door opens and Damson rushes inside. He's agitated—I notice this right away. He shrugs his blazer off, tosses it on the couch, then hands me a folded up newspaper. "Page 10."I look up at his face hopel
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
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
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
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
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
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 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,
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