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
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
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!
MaximilianMy heart is thumping in my chest endlessly. Sweat’s trickling down my forehead in rivulets and it’s getting harder and harder for me to breathe since I parked my car right across the house where Damson lives. Yes, I’ve arrived. At first I thought that maybe it was idiotic to assume that Victoria would be here because what if she was in school? And that’s when I remembered that today is Saturday. No school. Staring at the house sends chills all over me, not because it looks terrifying in any sense, but because of how ordinary it looks. There’s a garden right in the front and people are milling around, getting their weekend exercise in. Whatever. It’s all so fucking ordinary that I ask myself if I’m even in the right place. I look up and down the street. I don’t think Rebecca has arrived yet. Then again, I was closer to her than she was. Whenever I imagined the place where Damson was keeping her, I thought about a dark place somewhere in an abandoned factory or buildi
Maximilian But something happens. A miracle. Rebecca arrives, and I see her parking right across the street from where I’m on my knees on the ground, head spinning so fast that I have the urge to vomit. Right before I pass out, I see her race after Ada’s mother and Victoria, and I only allow the darkness to take over when I see Rebecca grab a hold of her and carry her to the car. Yes.Fucking yes. I pass out right on the road, and when I wake up, I’m being nudged. Someone’s tapping at my arm repeatedly too, and when I open my eyes, blinking rapidly until my vision clears, I see that someone’s tapping me with their foot. Slowly, I look up, and see that it’s an officer who’s tapping me with his foot. His face is a blur but slowly starts to clear up. However, my attention is pulled away from him when I remember Rebecca and Victoria. Ada’s mother. Panic seizes me. How long have I been out?Rebecca’s car isn’t parked across the street like it was before I fainted. Could it mean she
Ada I’m numb. The whole car ride, I’m numb. When Rebecca’s driver came to me and told me I had to leave with him, I thought it was some kind of trick. I was so suspicious. Then, she called me and explained to me as carefully as she could that it was all over and that I didn’t have to worry about a thing. That the driver was going to take me to her and the place where Victoria was. Victoria. I couldn’t believe it and still can’t. I have this feeling like maybe I’m dreaming this whole thing up or it’s all a figment of my shattered imagination, something my mind is coming up with to cope with all the loss. Because when Damson hung up after telling me that I’d never see my daughter again, I believed him. That broke me entirely and I think there are still fragments of me on the sidewalk, where I knelt for the longest time before the porter came and helped me inside. He wanted to call the police or an ambulance but I told him I was fine and just received bad news. Like ten minutes l
AdaI've spent years preparing for this moment, but standing in the grand foyer of the family who destroyed mine, I wonder if I'm truly ready to play the role of the dutiful maid."This way, Miss Johnson," the housekeeper, Mrs. Danes, says to me as we continue through the house. Well, it's more of a palace, but whatever."Your work will be done on this lower part of the house," she informs me as she looks over her shoulder at me through her thin, round glasses. "You'll need a valid reason if you're found upstairs. You're expected to follow your schedule strictly, as any deviation will lead to you being asked to leave. Do you understand?""Yes, Mrs. Danes," I reply shyly, but even that is an act. I'm going to have to find a way to make it upstairs because I'll have to look into the face of Reynold Loxley, the man who killed my father and brother many years ago, ruining my life forever.She continues showing me around, telling me to do this and that, and explaining how they want things
Ada An elderly woman races past me, screaming that she needs help. Saying she can't swim. I turn my head to look at her, and hear her saying hysterically:"HE'S IN THE POOL! SAMMY'S IN THE POOL! I CAN'T SWIM! SOMEONE, HELP!"The pool isn't that far away from where I'm standing. I approach the edge of it, confused, and that's when I see it. A small figure lying at the very bottom of the pool, arms and legs flailing. I don't think twice. I dive into the pool, shoes and all, and swim to the very bottom to grab the drowning child. I'm still blowing air into the little boy's mouth when a crowd comes running toward me. He coughs, water spurting from his mouth, and I turn him on his side while patting his back. I'm trembling from head to toe, adrenaline surging through me. The older lady who was screaming for help gets on her knees next to me, crying, and shortly afterward, I hear the sound of heels clattering toward us before a blood-curdling scream fills the air. "Sammy!"The woman in
Ada I’m numb. The whole car ride, I’m numb. When Rebecca’s driver came to me and told me I had to leave with him, I thought it was some kind of trick. I was so suspicious. Then, she called me and explained to me as carefully as she could that it was all over and that I didn’t have to worry about a thing. That the driver was going to take me to her and the place where Victoria was. Victoria. I couldn’t believe it and still can’t. I have this feeling like maybe I’m dreaming this whole thing up or it’s all a figment of my shattered imagination, something my mind is coming up with to cope with all the loss. Because when Damson hung up after telling me that I’d never see my daughter again, I believed him. That broke me entirely and I think there are still fragments of me on the sidewalk, where I knelt for the longest time before the porter came and helped me inside. He wanted to call the police or an ambulance but I told him I was fine and just received bad news. Like ten minutes l
Maximilian But something happens. A miracle. Rebecca arrives, and I see her parking right across the street from where I’m on my knees on the ground, head spinning so fast that I have the urge to vomit. Right before I pass out, I see her race after Ada’s mother and Victoria, and I only allow the darkness to take over when I see Rebecca grab a hold of her and carry her to the car. Yes.Fucking yes. I pass out right on the road, and when I wake up, I’m being nudged. Someone’s tapping at my arm repeatedly too, and when I open my eyes, blinking rapidly until my vision clears, I see that someone’s tapping me with their foot. Slowly, I look up, and see that it’s an officer who’s tapping me with his foot. His face is a blur but slowly starts to clear up. However, my attention is pulled away from him when I remember Rebecca and Victoria. Ada’s mother. Panic seizes me. How long have I been out?Rebecca’s car isn’t parked across the street like it was before I fainted. Could it mean she
MaximilianMy heart is thumping in my chest endlessly. Sweat’s trickling down my forehead in rivulets and it’s getting harder and harder for me to breathe since I parked my car right across the house where Damson lives. Yes, I’ve arrived. At first I thought that maybe it was idiotic to assume that Victoria would be here because what if she was in school? And that’s when I remembered that today is Saturday. No school. Staring at the house sends chills all over me, not because it looks terrifying in any sense, but because of how ordinary it looks. There’s a garden right in the front and people are milling around, getting their weekend exercise in. Whatever. It’s all so fucking ordinary that I ask myself if I’m even in the right place. I look up and down the street. I don’t think Rebecca has arrived yet. Then again, I was closer to her than she was. Whenever I imagined the place where Damson was keeping her, I thought about a dark place somewhere in an abandoned factory or buildi
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