AdaSeveral Months Later My belly is huge and I can barely walk around these days without feeling like a balloon that’s about to take off into the air and disappear. Max is being incredibly supportive. He’s been by my side this entire time and helps me with even the smallest things. In two weeks I’ll be giving birth to our baby girl. I’m beyond excited and so is he. What excites me more about this birth is that Theo is going to be here for it. He said he doesn’t want to miss this for the world. We’ve been talking almost every day since the day we found each other again and it’s been amazing having my brother back in my life. I didn’t realize how much I missed him until I started talking to him and hearing the sound of his voice. Either way I can say my life is way better than it used to be. It makes a lot more sense now that I’m surrounded by the people I love. Rebecca moved out many months ago but she’s also been a stay figure in my life. I can call her anytime I need advice
MaximilianJesus, Mary, and Joseph. How am I supposed to tell Ada the shit I heard from the detective this morning? It’ll crush her and the last thing in the world I want is to do that when she already went through such a tough time this year. The doctor told me personally that her pregnancy was high risk and so she needed to rest plenty and not have things that would stress her out. For months, I’ve been trying to make sure everything runs smoothly because I won’t be able to bear the thought of anything happening to her. No, the last time when she was abducted by that psychotic lunatic, my heart shattered and I felt useless. If Grayson hadn’t stepped in, maybe she would’ve never been found. I was grateful that he was involved but the truth is that as a man, I felt like it was my duty to protect her and so I made a promise to myself that I would always try my hardest to make sure she’s protected from everything. Even herself. And Ada is a damn stubborn soul. She refuses to list
Ada"I think it's hypocritical that you're asking me to tell you what's wrong when you won't tell me about your problems either," she mentions. "I think it's a pretty shitty ideal, Max."He rubs his eyes and I can see how exhausted he is. Throughout dinner, he was distracted and looked like he was keeping something from me. I know Max well. Whenever he has something on his mind, he can't seem to focus on anything else. It's been close to a year since I've known him and he's always been like this. "Listen, it's nothing serious. I told you."I search his eyes. He's speaking with so much exhaustion that I don't know if he's telling the truth or not. I'm not even sure of what I saw written across his face anymore. Maybe I'm being paranoid. Then again, he and I don’t keep secrets from each other so I’m finding his behavior alarming. "It's work stuff. I'm sorry. Like I said I didn't mean to bring those things home, okay? It just happened. I'm sorry. But I feel like something is on your
Maximilian “Max,” Rebecca says to me once I confide in her about the matter of Damson Port having escaped the institution he was in. “You can’t do that. You have to tell her.”“How will I tell her when I know how much it’ll stress her out?” I demand. “She was telling me just the other day that she was so glad those people were out of our lives! Come on, Rebecca. You know I can’t stress her out like this.”“I know what the doctor said but don’t you think it’ll be worse if she finds out from someone else?”“Who would tell her?” I ask while looking around. “You’re the only other person I’ve told about this. Besides, the guy lost his mind. Who’s to say that he’s looking for us? Maybe he’s just walking around the streets aimlessly and will be found soon.”My sister narrows her eyes at me. “You’re a stubborn shit, you know that? If you’re so sure he’s not a threat then why are you worried to begin with?”She got me there. I don’t have an answer for her question. I run a hand down my face a
Ada “Really? He bought the story!?”“He did,” Rebecca laughs. “You had to see his face! He looking confused that it made me feel bad for lying to him about the invitation.”I laugh heartily at this before I pause and twirl the ends of my hair around my finger. It’s gotten significantly longer since the pregnancy. “Yeah, something serious must have been on his mind because he didn’t seem to be paying attention to anything.”Rebecca falls silent. She doesn’t really like talking about Max whenever I complain about him. And I don’t have complaints—Max is amazing—but even the smallest thing will render her silent. “Oh well. We’ll have fun tonight and he’s coming. You’ll get out of the house for a bit. It’s a win for everyone right?”“Thank you for helping me with this.”“You’re welcome!” she exclaims. “It’ll be great. Wear a pretty dress, do your hair, and we’ll have an amazing time. Okay?”“Okay.”We end the call and I head upstairs. Rebecca bought a few maternity dresses for me and I t
Ada When we arrive at Rebecca’s massive home, my mouth falls open. This is my first time here and I always guessed that she lived in a stylish home but this is beyond anything I could have imagined. The architecture’s completely modern blended in with a few older elements, and of course, it’s all surrounded by nature and marble fountains. It’s magnificent. “I didn’t know her house was like this!” I exclaim as we start up the stone path to the front door. “My sister is over the top with anything she does. Haven’t you noticed? She’s had this house since she was twenty-one and she loves it.”“Twenty-one?” I say, shocked. “Yes. My father built it for her.”“This is where she lived before she moved in with you?”“Yes. With all her husbands.”When we reach the front door, Max doesn’t knock. He just pushes it open. The interior is even more breathtaking and I can’t stop looking around with my mouth agape. This is truly something else. There’s art literally everywhere. She’s clearly a
Ada I bite my bottom lip and look up at Max. He’s staring down at me hopefully and his wish is clear—he wants us to go. Things sr too awkward with his ex and he fears for me because of the nervous tension just filling the room. The air is crackling with it. I know the right decision would probably be for us to go. I didn’t like the vibe she gave off either. But at the same time, Rebecca went through so much trouble to get me here. She even lied to Max about inviting me last night when she didn’t. I don’t want to disappoint her. She didn’t mean for this to happen. Also, I don’t think that we have to ruin our plans because of her. Who is she, anyway? She’s just his ex. Why should she influence how we spend our time?That’s why I say, “We’ll stay.”Rebecca claps and the smile returns to her face. “Perfect. I really want the two of you here. I’ll be waiting for you at the dining room, okay?”As she walks away, Max turns around and fixes his eyes on me. “Baby, are you sure? We can leav
MaximilianIt’s crazy how sometimes the smallest thing in the world could snowball into something huge that’s inescapable. When I offered to leave as soon as I saw Kelly, it wasn’t because I feared anything. No, I just didn’t want Ada to feel uncomfortable because she was a woman I’d used to forget Ada and things between us ended so badly that the tension between us was palpable and just awful in general. I never could have dreamt that Kelly would show her bad and crazy side the way she did. I’ll always question why the heel I didn’t turn around quicker. Why I was so calm even when I heard the fucking screams. It’s too late for any of that, though. Because Kelly breaks the wineglass against the table and then rushes toward Ada. And in slow motion, I watch as she throws her arm in the air, the shard of glass in her hand, and stands Ada’s belly with it. A word leaves my lips. I think I say no. I’m not sure. I throw a punch at Kelly’s face and she falls backward, and then I turn my
AdaWhen Damson calls, I’m ready for him. I don’t allow my voice to shake with nervousness. I just leave it as it is. “Hello?”He’s silent and already I take this as a bad sign. My heart is beating against my chest. Slamming, really. So fast that I’m sure it’s going to burst. I’m terrified of what he’s going to say next. I can tell by the sound of his erratic breathing on the other end of the line that it can’t be good. “You lied to me.”“What?”“You betrayed me,” he adds. My heart sinks further. “You told me that you and him had nothing going on between the two of you yet he has just left your apartment. Don’t bother denying it, Ada! I saw it with both eyes!”I close my eyes and hot tears slide down my cheeks. “Damson—”“YOU LIAR!” he rages. “You whore! You’re a lying whore, Ada! You’ll never be anything more than that!”“That’s not true, Damson. You’re exaggerating and…he was here because he wanted to get back with me but I pushed him away. I told him not to come anymore.”“Liar!
Maximilian “I do love you,” she whispers in my ear before pressing a kiss on my earlobe. “I do.”“Then what are we waiting for?” I ask fiercely, my arms tightening around her. “Why don’t we take our lives? Why wait?”“I’m not…I’m scared,” she answers. I put her back on the ground and she keeps her hands on me. I register how her hands are shaking lightly and feel the urge to grab them between mine to make them stop. So, I do. Ada licks her lips and says, “Damson is counting on the fact that you and I aren’t together anymore, remember? It’s like I told you over the phone. He wants me to hear that I regret our relationship. That I just want…I don’t know what he wants from me, Max. Dammit, he’s my twin and yet, I don’t know if he still remembers that or if he even believes it. I don’t know if he wants a relationship with me like he did before.”I shudder at her doubts. Dammit, I’ve been thinking so much about myself that I completely disregarded how she’d be tormented by that man’s re
Maximilian Except, I’m not so sure if Damson was actually lying and that’s the part that bothers me most. Because I don’t know if the detective Rebecca hired actually went after him to find out where he lived. He was with us some hours ago, though, so maybe not? I’m still not sure. It seems unlikely because how would he know where Damson was? Either way, I’ll have to ask Rebecca and make sure it wasn’t him, and I feel shitty about the whole thing. Because the same thing happened the last time and it was what tore us apart. I’m actually glad I didn’t tell her about the new progress we’ve been making or she’d leap to conclusions and whatever we’re working on here wouldn’t work anymore. It’s not only that—I’m scared, too. What if this investigator ends up making things worse for us? I have a million questions at this point and no answers to them. I try not to feel angry as I think about the whole thing because I was pretty hopeful when I saw Damson’s face on the screen of the comp
Ada Max and I lie down next to each other afterward, breathing hard. This was the best sex I've ever had in my entire life. I didn't know I needed this until now. I'm exhilarated for a few minutes right after I climax before it all comes down hard and I feel even more depressed. As if sending the swift change in mood, Max wraps an arm around me and pulls me close. I let him because the only time I ever felt great in these last seven years was in his arms just now and I'm eager to have more of that feeling even if it won't last long and will only lead to more complicated situations. Compared to what I had before—which was nothing—this was everything. I turn my head to look at him just as he turns his as well. Our eyes lock and I lose myself in the depths of his eyes. There’s so much I want to say to him but wouldn’t know where to begin. I don’t even know if what I have to say is the right thing. Max runs his fingers down the length of my arm and I shudder, desire pooling in my
MaximilianThe sounds of her sobs make me desperate.I don’t know what I’ve done wrong. “Ada,” I whisper her name softly while caressing her face. She sobs even louder, turning her head to the side like the sound of my voice offends her. I wait for her to speak. It’s the only thing that I can do. “I’m sorry, Max,” she says once she’s calmed down enough. Her eyes are back on mine and they’re red. “I don’t mean to make you feel bad. I just…it hit me all of a sudden. How much things changed.”“Don’t I know it,” I murmur, doing my best to keep things between us light though it’s almost impossible to ignore how hard I am right now, and how she’s the only woman I’ve wanted for so long. “I feel like such a failure,” she admits. “It’s not easy, coming to terms with a separation. I loved you, Max. There are times when I think that I always will.”I meet her gaze, hope surging inside of me. “So will I. I’ll always love you no matter what happens between us.”“I’m scared,” she admits. “I’m t
AdaWhen Max arrives, I have to admit that I feel nervous. Really nervous. Like I know what will happen before I do. Our eyes lock the minute I open the door, and a heated moment passes. I don’t know why it happened or even how. I just know that I feel this heat low in my belly at the sight of him and it didn’t happen when we saw each other the first time. This is a bad idea. I know it. Yet, I open the door wider for him, inviting him into my apartment. Max walks in uncertainly, looking around and clearing his throat. He’s clearly uncomfortable and perhaps senses the same thing that I do. I close the door and take a deep breath. “How are you feeling?” I whirl around to face him and notice that his eyes are already on me. Licking my lips, I say, “I’ve had better days.”His eyes soften with concern and for some reason, I’m transported back to the old days—the days when we used to be together all the time. He looked at me in this exact same way. “Did he try to call you again?”I
Ada But Damson never calls me, and in the end, my hopes are crushed and I have this despair deep inside of me because I don’t know what to do. Why didn’t he call?I didn’t do anything wrong. I followed his stupid instructions. I did what I was supposed to! Yet, he left me hanging, which makes me wonder exactly what his plan is. I thought I had the whole thing figured out. Apparently, I was wrong. I’m so demotivated that when my phone rings and I see that it’s Max, I cry before getting any word out. On the other end of the line, his despair is evident, and even though I hear all his questions, I can’t bring myself to answer any of them. “Ada? Ada, please, tell me what happened. Please. Don’t leave me like this. Is it Damson? What did he do? What did he say?”“I can’t take this anymore,” I sob. “I can’t. He told me he’d send me the address. Told me I’d get to…to see Victoria today.”Max is silent as I try to get my emotions in check. Sniffling and feeling considerably calmer, I say
Ada “Today is the day,” Damson says as soon as I answer the call. This sends goosebumps spreading all across my skin and I suck in a breath through my teeth. “What? What do you mean?”“I can’t tell you more but do you trust me.”I tuck a lock of hair behind my ear and fight my parched throat. I move away from the window in the living room and turn to sit on the couch instead. I don’t think my legs can keep supporting me. “Yes, I trust you.”“Then that’s all I can say to you. I don’t want to ruin the surprise. We’ll talk soon, alright?”After the call, I walk around my apartment restlessly. I’m chewing my nails. I’m pacing the floor of the living room. It’s a mess, waiting for Damson to call me again. The strange part about all this is that Max didn’t call me the way he usually does. What does that mean? That he doesn’t receive a call?I think briefly of calling him before deciding that it just isn’t worth it. What if Damson wants me to see my daughter today or something similar? May
MaximilianI nod. “That’s him.”“You’re sure?”“One hundred percent,” I grit out. “I would never forget his face. Not ever.”I’m exhilarated that we’ve managed to catch him. I know that this isn’t much—we still don’t know where he lives—but this is more progress than has been made in years. The investigator says, “I’ll be watching him closely after this to ensure that we find his residence as quickly as possible but the shop’s clerk didn’t have a fixed time. He comes and goes whenever he has to shop and it’s usually at random times. I’ve also mentioned this to Miss Loxley here, but they’ve never seen the girl. Not once in all these years.”“What could that mean?”The man shrugs. “Just that he keeps her well. I don’t know enough to draw any conclusions—this is just me guessing at things.”“We understand that,” Rebecca cuts in. My eyes are drawn to the screen again. Years of hatred bubble inside of me and nearly spill over. I have to keep it all in for when the time is right. “It’ll