JENNA "What is wrong with you? Why are you sounding that way? All we had was a single night, Dylan; and it was supposed to end there. Don't make this into something that it isn't, and shouldn't even be." Even as I say the words I can feel my heart race at the way his arms are folded over his chest in a daunting pose, his eyes never leaving mine. "Are you done?" His voice is cold when he asks. "Don't you dare do that! I make a good point and you know it." I mimic his pose. "Or what? Why didn't you come clean to my father when you saw me if you knew you wanted to stake a claim on me?" I challenge. A single brow inches high on his forehead. "I don't think you would have reacted well to that, so I thought to save you the embarrassment." He points at me with an upturned palm. "I mean, look at how flustered you get now that I mention it. And we're alone." My cheeks heat up at his assessment and I close my eyes, rubbing my fingers against my forehead to ease the headache that's starting
JENNA"She has to be a jinx or something. I mean I know that they weren't necessarily the best of people, but isn't it totally weird how they both lost their jobs mere weeks after she showed up?" A female voice carries from inside the machine room.I stop in my tracks, no longer sure whether or not I should go in.Really?! I groan inwardly. What kinds of people are these? Why am I the one who's constantly taking the heat when I'm the one who's constantly being wronged?"That might not be how it is. Maybe she just has a serious case of bad luck? It seems to be following her around." Another voice carries over through the door. "You make a good point. I could have sworn that she was sleeping with Mr. Evans. Who would have thought that he would get fired and arrested for almost raping her in the office?" Another female speaks up, this one different from the first two."Poor girl. I wonder how she must have felt after something like that happened." The first voice speaks again.She reall
JENNAA WEEK LATER"Hey honey. How have you been?" Mom's excited voice carries over through the phone.I nearly break down in tears at the sound of her peaceful voice. She sounds so happy, like she doesn't have a single bother in the world. I can't deny that I miss having so little problems in my life."Jenna?" She prompts, and it's only then that I realize she has been waiting on an answer, and I haven't given her any.I clear my throat. "Sorry, I've just been really busy lately and...""Are you okay, sweetie? You don't usually sound this frazzled."My eyes squeeze shut and I struggle to hold back the groan that's threatening to spill from my mouth. "I'm fine, Mom. Just that you were right and this working thing can be really exhausting."She doesn't buy it, and her sigh rings with enough disbelief. "I'm your mother, Jenna. You should know better than to lie to me. What really is wrong? I can tell that something is, and it's not work."The tears I've been struggling to hold back come
DYLAN"We're at work! You can not say things like that." She is a rather interesting shade of red as she scolds me."Put your pretty little ass in the chair, Jenna." My eyes fall back to the open computer in front of me, but even though I'm not looking in her direction, I know that she's still standing in the same spot."You have two simple options, Jenna..."She cuts me off in a hard tone. "I won't let you speak to me like that, Dylan. You have to decide whether or not you want me as an employee or as a lover."My eyes trail up to meet hers, and I continue speaking like I didn't hear her. "You either sit down like I've asked you to, or I'd fuck that attitude right out of you and put your naked butt in that chair myself."Her eyes bulge at the seriousness and vulgarity of my tone and words. "You can't say things like that."I raise a single brow. "I can, and I just did. I also mean every single one of those words."She stares at me with anger burning in her gaze, and folds her arms ov
JENNA"Hey, sorry I'm late." Kimberly apologizes as she slides into the opposite side of the booth."It's fine. You look lovely," I compliment her with a smile.She does look lovely in her short green dress that hugs her busts and then flares out softly at the waist. The gorgeous piece stops mid-thigh, showing off the delicate creaminess of her shapely legs.She beams up at me. "Thank you. I was supposed to be on a date, but the jerk stood me up."I cringe. "Oh? His loss. You look absolutely ravishing."Her face pulls into a very big smile, stretching her cheeks from side to side. I feel my heart swell with a certain level of pride for putting that smile there. Kimberly, although she has a sweet soul, smiles the least amongst everyone else in the office. "Thank you. I sometimes think a little bit differently about myself because these men have been rather flaky with me."My forehead squeezes into a frown. "What do you mean?""I have a six years old son, and my dates usually go great
DYLANAnger takes over her features and she glares at me. "What the hell is wrong with you? What gives you the right to speak to me that way?""I don't like to repeat myself, Jenna..."She cuts me off arrogantly. "That's just so sad, Dylan. Or is it Mr. Carlson? I would like to know which one I am talking to right now."My eyes burn into hers and it takes all of my self control to not bend her over my thighs and spank the fuck out of her."Jenna..."She cuts me off again. "I don't know what it is that is wrong with you, but it gives you no right to talk to me this way.""You ignored my texts." I state in a matter of fact tone.A single brow archs on her face and she rolls her eyes. "You were rude there too. And what are you? Thirteen?"She finally moves closer and takes a seat on one of the seats opposite mine. "What do you want?""Your mom's been calling me. Did you say anything to her about the incident?"Her head bobs in a nod. "Yeah, and I pled with her to keep it from Dad till I
JENNA"What's wrong? You never showed up to lunch after Mr. Carlson summoned you yesterday. What did he want?"I contemplate pouring all of my frustrations out on Kim but refrain. It's not her fault that some men are arrogant jackasses, who only want what they want and nothing more.The way he got up and out of the office after taking me over the table still makes me cringe with both anger and embarrassment. Did he think of me as a call..."A penny for your thoughts?" Kim's voice breaks through the barrier of my thoughts once more.I exhale a weary breath and then turn around to face her. "Keep it down, will you? I don't want any more rumors spreading about my being summoned by the boss."Her eyes roll in a very dramatic way. "Oh, please. He's technically not our boss. Although he's the company's owner, he happens to not even exist as far as the affairs of the company are comcerned." Another sigh fights its way past my throat. "Mm.""You really do have to tell me what is going on wit
DYLAN"Excuse you?" My ears are ringing with disbelief. Did she really just say that?"That's exactly what I've been asking you as well. Can you please excuse me and let me do my job?"I start to move closer to her but she raises a palm up to halt my progress. "Don't even think about it.""Jenna...""You can say whatever it is that you want from there, Dylan. I don't need to exchange breaths with you to be able to hear you."My fingers comb through my hair in exasperation. God! Why is it so difficult to understand women?"I got a call yesterday. You were here when that happened. It was an emergency that was why I hurried out the way that I did." I walk away from her to the side of my office where a tiny liquor bar is perched against the wall.She doesn't move, or say a single word as I pour myself a shot of whiskey and down it. I don't say anything more either, instead I help myself to another shot and down it just like I had the first one."If that's all. I'd like to leave now." Her
DANILSomething is wrong. Something is seriously and irrevocably wrong, I could feel it.My head pounds with the weight of a million marching ants, all of them with a single mission - to eat my brains up an spit up what's left of it like a piece of chewed up gum.There's a name I've been seriously trying to remember. Somebody who should be very special to me but whose presence is ridiculously off, and whose essence keeps eluding me like a skilled thief.I groan, tapping the side of my head in frustration as bits and pieces of a memory keep dancing along the edge of my mind, not fully reaching it, but present enough to make me suffer from not having a full grasp of it.A knock sounds at my door, and I snap my head in its direction. "Who's there?""It's Silas, Alpha." The voice of my second in command comes back through the door without a single pause, as though he were waiting for me to ask that question.Something seems off about the way he relates with me these days, almost like he's
XHELIXIA Hannah's palms are cold, clammy even, as they clasp my shaky hands. The transfer of energy between us starts to make me feel so unsure. Am I receiving the energy? Or am I sending it?"You're on the receiving end," Hannah responds, sounding tired. More tired than she did when we initially started."Why are you transferring your energy into my body?" I ask, my voice somewhat shaky as fear starts to slither into my blood.A new question shoots to the forefront of my mind and my eyes snap open. "How the hell did you hear that question? I'm pretty sure i didnt say it out loud.""I'm trying to help you relax. You're used to darkness, and would encounter a ton more in Danil's head. We need to make sure you're receptive to good energy to help you sift through the bad one and hold against it." She pauses for a moment before she answers my second question. "There's a connection between us right now, of course, I can feel your thoughts."I mull her response over and conclude that it o
XHELIXIA Two weeks and a shit ton of exhaustion later, I can proudly say that I've learnt a lot from the sessions with Hannah. This was going a lot better than I expected it to.Not only was my defense becoming a lot stronger and indomitable, but my camouflage technique was genius, and I had succeeded in launching crazy strong attacks on Hannah after she tried to penetrate the shield in my mind.My body screamed its protest as I held stronger onto Hannah, both of us poised and ready for another bout of training.Yes, my successes were truly exhilarating, but my body was no match for the level of mental exhaustion I've been shoved under day after day."They won't relent because you're tired. Of anything, they would take advantage of that and destroy you from the inside out." Hannah's voice stays firm as she spits out the words. "If you can't defend yourself in a moment of weakness, you can't defend yourself at all."I know she's right, but I would still give all of my organs on a spic
XHELIXIA I'm not dreaming, right? This isn't a hallucination of some sort. My heart is beating at a staccato rhythm, my eyes bulging out from their sockets, and my head just reeling with the impossibility of what I can see in this moment. Her soft voice is filled with as much surprise as mine is. "Xhelixia?" She shakes her head slightly, as if to clear it. "I'm sorry. Luna?"It's her. It really is her. That voice is still it's usual alto, complete with the slight humor that always graces her speech."How are you here, Zozie? I thought..." My words trail off amd tears pool in my eyes, dropping down my cheeks before I can even make an attempt to keep them trapped there."I'm so happy to see you right now," Zozie's shaky voice speaks up, tears also rolling down her cheeks.I move before I can stop myself, drawing her into my arms and wrapping them fiercely around her."Oh my goodness!" I sniffle and laugh softly, my body still pressed against hers in a hug. "This is the best thing tha
I would go through everything in this world to get a fee of those good moments with Danil again. The moments when he held me in his arms and whispered comforting reassurances to me, the moments when he was both a friend and leader. So scary and capable and..."How much of a masochist am I?" I grumble out loud, my voice sounding tired and angry all at once."You love him, that doesn't make you a masochist." Hannah walks into the kitchen with a tray in hand and a look of understanding on her face."He doesnt deserve my love. He is a traitorous bastard." My declaration has another slice of red hot pain racing along my spine."You don't know that for sure, Xhelixia. For all we know he is just as much a victim as you are.""I saw them." I close my eyes against the tears that are already threatening to make an appearance, the visual of Danil smiling up at Hera flashing before my mind's eye. "I saw it all myself."Hannah walks over to me after putting the tray down on the counter top, then t
DYLAN "How did it go with Mr. Drako?" Dominika asks over the phone. She has been calling me non-stop for the last 3 days, and I would be a liar if I said it didn't bother me to no end that she was constantly on my case. "I don't see how that's any of your business." My tone is curt and filled with disinterest. "But more importantly, how did you know I had a run- in with Drako?" She laughs softly. "Oh for the love of God, Dylan. I know about everything that's going on there in New York. Don't insult me." "You can only have information like that if you've been conversing with Donald. And for his sake, I hope he has not been feeding you sensitive information like that." "You offend me, Dylan. Why do you choose to treat me like a common stranger after everything we've been through?" Her tone is infused with hurt. "Whatever we shared is over now, Dominika." "You never believed I had nothing to do with your family's disappearance, did you?" She sighs into the phone. "I swear
RYEI smiled as the first rays of sunlight kissed my eyes this morning, stretching, with them still shut, against my pillow.It's been years since I've had such decent sleep. And I have the fiery silver head that spent the night curled up against me like a koala to thank for getting it last night. Sure, she had snuck out this morning - if you can even call it that - at the first crack of dawn; smelling a lot like fear and regret.There is something ridiculously special about that girl, and I have every intention if finding it out. I definitely do feel a tinge of regret for taking her virginity in that way, but it couldn't be helped. I didn't want her tied to me in ways that would restrict her freedom.My lounging is interrupted by the shrill ringing of my phone, and I groan. Who could it be this early in the morning?I roll over to grab the phone from the nightstand. "Father?""Lyrik. What the hell are you doing?" He thinders from the other end of the line."What do you think? I was
JENNA"Today has been too many forms of annoying. I don't think I can take any more of the weekend." I complain into my phone, drowning Kim in my sorrows.I would totally call Jenny right now, but I don't think I can just call on her with all of my baggage after months of barely there contact.Her laughter travels into my ears, pissing me off with its sweetness. "What's so wrong with the weekend? I thought we all wanted to have the time to chill out after a stressful week?"A groan slips past my throat. "You know what I'm talking about, Kim.""What the fuck is so wrong with having some time to chill? You need the rest more than anyone else.""But...""But what?" She counters then heaves a huge sigh, probably exhausted with my whining already. "Look, Jenna, you need to get your shit together. Why haven't you told him about it yet?""Eva showed up.""I'm sorry, what?!" She yells into the receiver. "You know what? Hold on, this is not a phone conversation."With that the call cuts off. F
DYLAN"Fuck." Jenna's soft mutter carries a lot of emotion, enough that I don't have to wonder if something is wrong. It most definitely is.I turn around to face the woman standing behind me. It was her voice and interruption that caused Jenna to freeze anyway."Can I help you?" I ask the definitely unfamiliar face.She looks down at me, dragging her attention away from Jenna, who looks positively unimpressed. "I'm sorry to barge in on you this way, Sir. But..." she pauses, her eyes wide and her mouth the shape of an o. "You are Dylan Carlson, the owner of Carlson's Inc. and our boss.""I don't see how you can call him your boss when you no longer work for the company." Jenna speaks up at the same time that I go..."In what department do you work?"She completely ignores Jenna and her question, choosing instead to bask me in all of her very unwanted attention. "I used to work for the marketing department, but I was unjustly laid off a few weeks ago, and I wondered why." Her gaze dar