Maximilian I've been thinking about that kiss the whole fucking day. I know Naomi saw it. I know it from the bottom of my heart. When I looked her way, she was vacuuming the carpet, but I could tell from the way she was standing that she had looked at us. I don't know why Kelly did that, especially in front of Naomi. It's becoming clear to me that she's doing what she can to provoke Naomi, or maybe to prove something to her. I won't get into the details because honestly, they don't matter. What matters to me is what Naomi thinks, and I don't want her to think that Kelly and I are together when we're not. It's never going to happen. And in wanting to explain this to her, I realized that I really care about her opinion. A whole of a fucking lot. And I can't let her believe that I have something with Kelly when that's far from the truth. The way she was looking at me now suggests that she was bothered by what happened. However, like me, she's fighting this inevitabilit
AdaI've arranged to meet with my mother. For some reason, she wants to talk to me. I don't know what's going on and for some reason, I can't think of something serious we could discuss apart from what I'm doing now, and I don't want to talk about the Loxleys because I can't do it without feeling like I'm betraying myself. I know that whatever is happening between me and Maximilian isn't right. I've dug myself into a hole I can't crawl out of. It's done, and I feel like I've already condemned myself because I don't see the way out. I wish I could, but I don't, and I can't lie to myself, not without causing some serious damage to my mental health. I'm stressed beyond belief. Every time I think of him, I feel like I'm having a panic attack. We've kissed twice now. That's way too many times for a situation as complicated as ours, and today, he gave me the impression that he's not going to give up. It seems he's intent on pursuing me and I don't like how that makes me feel. All jitter
AdaI think about twenty minutes pass before we return to our senses and stop kissing. I'm completely breathless, and the taste of him in my mouth is so addictive."I want to take you out somewhere," Max says to me. "Where?" I ask, still dizzy from his kisses. "Anywhere," he claims before his lips stretch into a core-melting smile. "I'd take you anywhere. Will you come with me?"I don't hesitate. "Yes."I grab my bag and we head out. Everything just happens so quickly. We're in the elevator, standing side by side, heading someplace unknown. Me and him. My employer. But he's more than that, isn't he? He's also my enemy's son. He's the last man in the world I should've caught feelings for. I glance up at him just as he looks down at me. I see a hunger in his eyes that makes my heart race. I wonder what he sees in mine. The desire? The fear? The sadness that just won't leave me alone no matter what I do?Max raises his hand and tucks a lock of hair behind my ears. His touch—as light
Ada“Tell me about your life,” Max says just after the waitress brings us the main course. I’ve decided to have everything he’s having, and I’m not disappointed. So far, the food is delicious, and I’m enjoying the evening. But our conversations have been very superficial until now. He asked me about my family in the car and that for me was bad enough. Now this?The worst part for me is how genuinely interested he looks in. He’s digging into his pasta dish—the same one as mine—and he’s looking at me in a way that makes me feel seen. Desired. “Well,” I say after realizing that I’ve been silent for too long, “I don’t think there’s much to say. I think I’ve said enough in the car.”His expression shifts. “If it’s not something you’re comfortable with talking about—”“No, no,” I say, shaking my head and feeling like crap for having given him that answer. I know it’s not fair to him because he’s trying to be nice and find out more about me. Also, it’s not his fault that I have so much bag
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 don’t understand it, Rebecca,” I say, sniffling. We’re downstairs now, seated at the marble counter on high stools. I have a glass of water in front of me and we’re both crying. Our hands are clasped. “I just don’t get it.”I spent about twenty minutes in that room, trying to get Victoria—no, Abby—to talk to me. But she kept covering her face and crying. She seemed scared. When I returned to my senses, I realized that she had every right to be terrified. She doesn’t know us. We’re all strangers to her. “We had a plan,” she admits. “Me and Max.”“You’re talking now?” Did he mention it? If so, I can’t remember for some reason. Then again, my head is so full, and so much has happened in the last twenty-four hours. “Yes,” she reveals. “It all happened very recently. I approached him because someone recommended this private investigator to me, and vowed that he was good. So, I assigned him to this case. He used to work with the military before. Some ultra shady shit. Moving on,
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