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"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
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
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
DYLANAfter I hit her with the confession that I am the owner of the company where she works, she stays completely quiet. She doesn't utter a single word even when I help her gather her things, usher her out of the building and into my car, or when I put it in drive and start rolling down the street.I flick a glance in her direction and she is simply staring out the window, with her head leaning against it."You know you have to tell me where to take you eventually, right? I don't think you want your parents to see you in this state." I say softly.At that she finally turns to look at me, her expression heavily dazed. "Can we just drive around for a bit? I don't think I can stomach being alone right now."I nod once. "I understand."We keep going round and round without a single destination until I look at the time and see that it's at 9pm."Jenna. We've been driving around for a while. It's time for us to go home and get some rest. You still have work tomorrow."She glares at me. "A
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
JENNAI don't think the term ‘stressed out’ even begins to cover the level of exhaustion that's floating in my bloodstream. My body is moving on autopilot, my legs carrying themselves slowly over the expanse of the office floors as I moved from one task to another.The sound over the intercom forces a shock out of me and I barely manage to fight back my groan."Ms. Ross, report to my office immediately."Mr. Evans has had a vendetta against me ever since I turned him down at the bar he took me to last week and it was all I could do to not hide in a hole instead of showing up to work everyday.I dropped off the documents I was supposed to deliver to my supervisor in the marketing department, Mr. Jackson, on my desk and head straight for the elevator with a weary sigh.By the time I got to his office, my nerves were all over the place, but I put on a mask of utter composure. My knuckles connected with the hard frame of the door in a knock."Come in." His deep voice carries over to me f
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
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
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
JENNAEverything is wrong. Every single fucking thing is wrong."You need to calm down, Jenna. The baby would appreciate you for it." Kim's voice is the usual mask of intense calm that I envy.My head swivels in her direction and I fix her a glare. "The baby is exactly what the problem is, Kim. I don't know the first thing about being a mother and I am fucking pregnant.""Yeah, you are. I don't see what the issue is." She looks at me like I've gone insane and it just makes my blood boil.I throw my hands up in exasperation. "I am pregnant, Kim." My voice wobbles a bit.She rolls her eyes. "So you've said the last I don't know... million times? I don't see what's so wrong with being pregnant." Her hand moves over her body in a dramatic way. "I am a single mother, remember? Not the end of the world.""You know who the father of this baby is.""Dylan Carlson. Your boss and ex-lover. Yeah?""How the hell am I supposed to be fine when I'm carrying a child for my own boss?"She gets out of
Yesterday wasn't so bad. I mean it could have been so much worse, I can still remember the amount of embarrassment I was flooded with when Cat decided to rip my clothes to shreds, but then Rye had swooped in and saved the day; and that kiss at my dorm door? Boy! That kiss was heaven."What are you blushing about?" Diana comments from beside me, causing me to jolt back into the here and now.I smiled sheepishly at her. "Nothing. I was just lost in thought.""You never did tell me why it was that you left school before closing hours." She eyed me closely.My butt squirmed on the stool I was perched on as we had breakfast before heading for school. I think about all the different things I've had to live through this week, and it's only Thursday. "I ran into some trouble after P.E and I had to come back home." I lied through my teeth.Diana's face pulls into a grimace and she smiles at me. "Yikes. Only you would have such badluck to have your period immediately after your one night of fu
Anger 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 retur