Aiden's POV
"You look a little tense there, brother. Maybe you should try a yoga class." His voice cuts through the silence of my office while he entered and makes it his. He does not even bother to knock in. Never does. I lifted my head from the pile of reports on my desk, my hands already balled into fists under the table. He had always been this way: barging into places where he was not invited, stirring up messes for the sole reason that it so amused him. "I'm not in the mood, Damien," I replied, my voice flat, fighting desperately to hold onto the calm I know I'm losing so fast. "What do you want? Damien spinned his back on me, striding over to the window to stare out into the cityscape. The smirking reflection stares back from the glass-like whole world is one big joke and I'm the punchline. Still got that signature smugness-the same look that infuriated me since childhood. “You know, being the dutiful brother that I am," he said finally, turning toward me, his hands sliding casually into his pockets. "Cut the crap," I snap, the edge already off my patience. "What are you really here for? His smirk broadened, his head canting down just enough to square into my space. His eyes sparkled with that same frustratingly annoying humor-no more than the entire conversation had been a source of entertainment to him it seemed. "Always so serious, Aiden," he told me melodramatically, before he sighs. "It's a wonder you don't drop dead from all that pent-up stress.” My jaw clenched; my fingers tightened on the desk edge. This is what he does: pushes and prods, looking for the weak spot, waiting for me to snap. It was a game to him, and one I always seemed one step away from losing. "You don't belong here, Damien," I said, my voice low, steady. "So why don't you do us both a favor and leave?” He chuckled low in his throat, his head shaking as if I've just told him the funniest joke. "I belong wherever I want to be, Aiden. You know that." I said nothing, not about giving him the satisfaction of knowing with every word, every smirk, he's chipping away at a wall of composure I've so painfully constructed over the years. Most of all today, what I saw, the way he looked at her, at Tessa. Damien's voice is softer now but still teasing. "Is that any way to speak to family? Come on Aiden, we're supposed to stick together. Isn't that what family does?" “Family doesn't manipulate and destroy everything they touch,” I spat, unable to rein in the venom in my words. “So, no, Damien. We're not family. Not in any way that matters.” His eyes flashed with something, anger, perhaps, or the barest hint of hurt, but it's gone as fast as it appeared, replaced by that all too familiar sneer. That's cruel, even for you," he said, standing up straight, his voice light once more. "But it's cool. I'll let you get back to. whatever it is you do all day." He turned to go but I just can't help myself. I have to let him know he can't win. "Stay away from her," I said my voice sharp and colder than I intended. I caught Damien's profile in the doorway, his back to me, and caught even the slightest tension in his shoulders. Subtle, but I caught it. A moment of silence stretched between us, then he twisted his head just enough that a profile of his face comes into view again, his expression unreadable. "Her?" he echoed, playing dumb. "Who exactly are we talking about, Aiden? I gritted my teeth and resisted the urge to rise to this bait. "Who?" His lips quiver into a ghost of a smile. "Ah, your precious secretary." Something in the way he said that raises my blood. There was something in his tone-something that I couldn't quite place-but the alarms in my head went off. "I mean it, Damien. Leave her alone," I reiterate, the edge of warning tangling in my voice. “If you don't stop whatever game you are playing, one of you will end up leaving the company and I mean it.” He laughed low and dangerous, and for that one second, the mask of playful indifference slipped. His eyes had gone hard, and something darker flickered in them. "First, you can't tell me what to do and second, why are you so concerned about her?” His eyes bored into mine. “Do you like her? I paused, asking myself the same question. She's a whore who threw herself to any rich man, why should I care what happens between the both of them? “I don't, I'm just…” “Lair, your face already said it all.” He laughed. “This is going to be fun.” He walked out, leaving me seething behind my desk. The door clicked shut behind him, taking the tension out into the room. I sat there for another minute, stewing over every word and every glance thrown my way. Damien has never been one to back down from a challenge, and this most definitely is far from over. He would keep coming. He always does. But the real problem, the thing gnawing away at my focus was Theresa. Why in the name of hell had I even brought her up? Why in the world had I given him reason to think she'd been on my mind? I slammed my hand against the desk. For one moment, it's a sharp sting, but it hardly cuts through the haze of the anger. I shouldn't care. Shouldn't give a damn what Damien thinks or does. And I sure as hell shouldn't give a damn about Theresa. But I do. I hate that I do. I shake my head, but the image of her and Damien refuses to disappear. I run my hand through my hair; frustration bubbles up to the surface. Damn it, why am I even entertaining this? Thinking about this? About her? “She's just my secretary. That's it. That is all.” But why am I compelled this way, every single time she's in the room? Why do I catch myself staring after her when I should be working? And why does the mere thought of Damien being anywhere near her made my blood boil? I slammed the file I've been staring at shut, and shove it aside. This makes no sense. None of this does. I was disgusted, and I didn’t even want to admit it to myself. Theresa is not a woman I should be wanting. Not after what I have seen. Not after what I suspect. And I just cannot get caught up in whatever kind of twisted game they're playing. But with the saying of it, I knew that I am lying. The fact of the matter is, no matter how hard I have tried to keep my distance, no matter how loud my head screams to give him the benefit of doubt. I picked up my phone and dialed a number. The receiver picked up at the first ring. “Hello sir.” “I want you to keep an eye on someone for me,” I said. “Report everything to me.” “Alright, just send me the details.”THERESA'S POVConcentration didn't come readily when Aiden walked into the office like a storm cloud, his jaws clenched in that unyielding manner of his. His mood had grown darker in the past few days, and no degree of professionalism could bridge the gap caused by his not trusting me.It was in the way he looked at me, a puzzle piece he couldn't quite figure out, but didn't quite want to. I tried, God, I tried, but his presence felt heavy, air thick, as though he would smother me.I'd spent altogether too much of my life perfecting the fine art of keeping my head down and getting the job done. Being his secretary was supposed to be a cakewalk; after all, I was used to navigating tense environments. I had lived through worse. But Aiden Ryan? He was a certain kind of torture, burrowing under my skin and refusing to leave.“Tessa,” Aiden's voice cut through my reverie cold, clipped as ever. The quarterly reports. I asked for them an hour ago.“I sent them to your inbox," I replied, kee
Tessa PovThe next day was supposed to be another normal day in the office but I didn't expect it to be the most humiliating day of my life.There was a piping hot silence in the glasses-walled conference room during the staff meeting and having everyone's attention on me while I was being reprimanded was the last thing I pictured happening to me. I could feel the steam of their stare, my colleagues whom I once thought respected me, were now watching in fascination as Aiden stood at the head of the polished oak table, tearing me apart in front of them.At the end of the table, Damien leaned back in his chair, eyes drifting back and forth between Aiden and I with a smirk on his face. My heart began to race against my ribs; anger and humiliation twisted inside yet somehow, I held firm.One mistake I made, and we all make mistakes. The ache inside my chest was about to spill over, and I fought hard not to cry. But humiliation in front of everyone?Aiden's stare grew darker, his eyes hea
Aiden's POVTwisted, my guilt heaved inside my chest. I shook my head, tried to shake the feeling off. No, I had every reason in this world to be angry. She'd messed up big time. We might even lose millions because of her mistake. I was doing what any responsible CEO would do: hold her responsible. I had no choice.Right?It was only that my phone buzzed with an email of the rescheduling meeting. As if I didn't feel bad enough. Pocketing my phone and snatching my jacket from the back of my chair, I wordlessly left the office.Halfway to her apartment, it belatedly dawned on me that was, in fact, where I was headed. My hands clamped around the steering wheel tight enough my knuckles were white.What was I thinking, anyway? What did I hope to accomplish by pounding on her door? I didn't know, but the urge to see her - to confront her - was too strong to fight.I pulled up outside her building and just sat there, staring at the entrance for a second. The more I sat, my heart pounding aga
TESSA'S POVAfter Aiden left. I sat dead silent, still shocked from everything that had gone down. Alone in my apartment, it felt as though the weight came down on me. Had I done what was right, really, or was it Aiden frustration bottled up inside of him, pushing me over the edge?I wasn't deep enough in my head when the ringing door cut through the air. Chloe had texted earlier to let me know she was on her way over. Truthfully, really, I wasn't in the mood for company, but maybe Chloe's presence could lighten up my mood.I worked the latch, swung the now-open door, and there she was, standing, one hand clutching a bottle of wine, the other donned with that mischievous grin."Surprise!" Chloe chimed, wiggling the bottle in front of me. "Wine for your sorrows."I dredged up a smile and stood aside to allow her entry. "I don't think wine is going to help this time."Chloe blew an exaggerated, melodramatic huff as she stomped into my living room, plopping onto my couch and kicking her
TESSA'S POVI stared, my heart skipping a beat. A person was standing in my doorway, but that wasn't Chloe; it was Damien.His eyes still had that same old intensity to them, his lips curled in that same cocky smirk as he casually leaned a shoulder against the doorframe-like he owned the place. My stomach churned its protest at just the mere sight of him and yet some part of me-some part I almost hated to admit existed-was stirred in his wake."Surprised to see me?" Damien asked with an amusing shade in his voice.I swallowed hard, and my throat went suddenly dry. "What are you doing here?"He relaxed against the doorframe took a step closer, devouring with his eyes the length of me. "I heard you quit your job.""That's none of your business, Damien," I said, hastening to cross my arms in front of my chest, to block his view."None of your business?" He laughed, stepping inside sans my invitation. I instinctively took a step backward. "Everything about you is my business, Tessa. You k
TESSA'S POVLong after he was gone, his words still hauntingly remained in my head while the mocking tone still echoed within my silent apartment.‘Coward.’‘Running away when things get tough.’Standing square in my living room, staring at the closed door while his voice ran over and over in my head-he knew just where to hit, didn't he-for the first time it wasn't Damien's words that cut but rather the truth in them.I'd been running. Not just from him, but from everything: from Aiden, from my job, from the whole mess my life had turned into. Somewhere, deep inside of me, I knew that couldn't happen anymore, that I couldn't keep letting other people, Damien, Aiden, or anyone else keep calling the shots in my life.I was done running.---I strode into the office next morning, not at all like it had been all these days; my step steely and determined, resignation clutched in my gut. Well, this just wasn't going to be the end of that story. Nobody was going to take this job away from me
"The only thing we have to fear is fear itself," my father had always ranged these words into my ears. Now, sitting on the edge of my bed and staring at the poster of the words, with the worst hangover of the year, I realized fear had been holding me back—from breaking up with Damien, from breaking free from all the restrictions around me, from having the best night of my life with a stranger.As I wallowed in my thoughts and hangover, my phone broke the silence. "Tessa!!!" I lifted the phone from my ear with swift speed. "Are you insane? Where are you?""At home, Chloe," I said nonchalantly. "And why the hell did you leave me alone at the bar?" I scoffed. "Backstabber.""Babe, we’ll talk about that later. Didn't you get the company message?" She paused, trying to catch her breath. "We are expected to resume at 8, for the inauguration of the CEO's son."I frowned as I placed the call on hold and started scrambling through my email, my eyes widened in panic as I found the email. "Fuck,
I watched as Chloe stood up, bowing her head and apologizing frantically. She looked at me and jerked me forward to apologize, but I was too mortified to speak."Which of you is my assistant?" His voice sent a shiver down my spine, cold and sharp.Chloe nudged me forward, and I glared at her as I stepped up, noticing that he wasn't the only one who heard me spitting out nonsense. The management team were also behind him as he scrutinized the entire building, pointing out things to be changed and removed. My face burned with embarrassment as they all stared at me blank-faced."I'm your assistant," I whispered, lowering my head, and bracing myself for the inevitable consequences."When you're speaking to me, you talk louder and more audibly," he demanded, not giving me a chance to respond. He turned to the woman beside him with a notepad. "Is this how they leave their work and gossip? Make sure this never happens again.""Yes, sir," the woman said, bowing slightly.His hands gestured fo