TRAVIS’ POVI feel an exhilarating rush of satisfaction the moment my fist connects to his face. God, I’ve been itching to do that all week but I have held myself back because of Leslie. Because she’s such a sweet soul who doesn’t condone any form of violence even when it’s directed towards a bastar
“Travis, you are right on time. Join us.” She says in a welcoming tone. “Of course, I can't turn down the offer for a free meal.” I say, settling into one of the many seats in the dining room. “Wait here, I’ll go get dad.” I nod and watch her leave. She seems happier, lighter and that just makes
KIAN’S POVI drum my fingers impatiently on my car’s steering wheel, my chest tight with both anticipation and mild nervousness. The windows of my car are shut tightly and tinted black so that no one outside can see me. I chose this very car for that one reason–I can’t be seen. At least not yet. My
LESLIE’S POV I open the front door to find Dianne standing there with a brown box in both hands. I smile at her and attempt to take it from her but she doesn’t let me, shoving her way through while I step to the side to let her in. I shut the door and follow behind her. She stops short in the mid
“Thank you so much, Dianne.” “It’s what I get paid for.” She says, standing and grabbing her bag. “I should probably leave.” My face falls, “But you just got here.” “I have to return to the office and round up a few things.” I look at the time and see that there’s only twenty more minutes
KIAN’ S POV I waited outside in my car for two hours. I don’t why I waited, I don’t even know why I thought that following the personal assistant would lead me to Leslie. I guess I was just clinging to any hope and opportunity that presents itself to me. She was there for two hours and even when
LESLIE’S POV My favourite part of living in my father’s mansion is the view from the windows in my room. From here, I can see the smooth asphalt road of the suburban district. I can see the perfectly manicured gardens and the sweet scented flowers whose smell is carried by the wind. Beyond the la
KIAN’S POV I should have practiced. That’s the first thought that crossed my mind when Leslie showed up outside the house all of a sudden. I waited outside that gate for three days just to get even the slightest peek at her. I came there everyday, putting everything in my life on hold just for her
CHAPTER 18 [ Intern Sophie] ~SOPHIE~ Until a few days ago, the sound of my alarm filled me with nothing but thrill. All it does now is make me bury my head into the pillow with pure irritation while rethinking every single one of my life choices. “Turn that off and get your ass in the shower, So
CHAPTER 17 [The Path Of Heartbreak] ~TRAVIS~ “You asked to see me, sir.” Sophie Summers. I could never get used to her presence, not even when I was the one who requested it. “Sit.” I ordered, barely looking at her. Knowing how defiant she can be, I expected some sort of retort but she quiet
CHAPTER 16 [ A Tangled Mess] ~SOPHIE~ I pushed the door open with a sigh, the familiar weight of the day’s events pressing on me. My head still throbbed, a dull reminder of last night’s recklessness. As I stepped inside the apartment, the soft scent of lavender and the comforting hum of the refr
CHAPTER 15 [Not Her Type] ~SOPHIE~ "Who’s this, Sophie?" Sebastian’s voice slithered through the hallway, his smirk widening when his eyes landed on Travis. "Your new boyfriend?" I was still trying to gather myself together after running into Travis so suddenly. I had questions about how he was
CHAPTER 14 [The Man Who Was Never Mine] ~SOPHIE~ The nausea hadn’t subsided. I sat at the edge of the bed in my childhood room, staring at the peeling wallpaper and the dusty, forgotten trinkets that once made this space my sanctuary. It had been hours since I’d woken up with the hangover poundi
CHAPTER 13 [In Her Absence] ~TRAVIS~ The absence was the first thing I noticed. It wasn’t the missing coffee on my desk—although I’d gotten far too accustomed to finding it there, piping hot and prepared just the way I liked it. Nor was it the lack of a sticky note, usually plastered on the edge
CHAPTER 12 [A Return To The Shadows] ~SOPHIE~ The dull throb in my head woke me before anything else. It pulsed behind my eyes like a relentless drumbeat, making it impossible to open them fully. I groaned, rolling over and burying my face into the pillow, hoping to escape the nausea curling in m
CHAPTER 11 [Kill-Joy] TRAVIS I wasn’t sure what annoyed me more: Sophie Summers’ audacity or the fact that I had actually turned around and come back. Sitting in the backseat of my car, I stared out the tinted window at the pub just across the street from my company. I had never step foot there bu
CHAPTER 10 [The Sophie Effect] ~TRAVIS~ If chaos had a face, it would undoubtedly wear Sophie Summers’ unrelenting smile. For the past few days, she had inserted herself into every corner of my life at my textile company, leaving me to wonder how someone so seemingly innocent could wreak such calc