Katrina.I have never felt so disoriented in my life.Each morning, waking up felt like dragging myself through a fog, thick and suffocating. The past few days had been feeding up my emotions. I felt confused and regretful. Damn it! Why did I fucking confessed to him? What was I thinking? Was it really the right moment, the right words? I had always prided myself on being decisive, but now, doubt gnawed at my every thought.Standing in front of my wardrobe, I stared at the rows of clothes, feeling an uncharacteristic sense of defeat. It’s another day of work to the project site. I wanted to look prettier than the usual, so today is different.“This one? Nah,” I mumbled to myself as I throw away the dull colored dress and find another one. “Seriously, why am I glamming up when I’m just going to the site? It’s not like the Chancellor is there,” I told myself, frustrated because of my behaviour.In the end, I settled on a dress—a soft, navy-blue number that had always been a favorite.
My voice trembled as I tried to explain, "Archer, it's not what it looks like. She attacked me first—"But my words were drowned out by Claire's pitiful wails. "She hates me, Arch! She's always hated me. She wants to ruin everything between us."The intensity of his glare cut through me like a blade, the depth of his disappointment and anger more than I could bear. I stumbled backward, my mind racing for something—anything—to make him understand. "Archer, please, you have to believe me. She—"A voice bombarded the three of us. “What’s happening here?” My dad's authoritative voice broke through the tension, his subordinates flanking him, their curious eyes assessing the scene.“D-Dad.. It’s nothing,” I whispered, my voice barely audible.“S-Sir!” Claire uttered in a shaking voice, her feigned innocence sickening. Archer's stern face remained fixed on me, unmoved by my father's presence.One of my dad's subordinates leaned in to whisper something to him. He let out a deep sigh, nodding
Archer.I leaned against the cold steel of the elevator wall, my breath still ragged from the memory that wouldn't leave my mind. Every time I closed my eyes, I was back in that moment with Katrina. The small, confined space of the elevator had only heightened the intensity, making every touch, every kiss, feel forbidden and exhilarating. I remembered the way her hands had roamed my back, her fingers digging into my muscles as if she needed to anchor herself to something real.Just as things were heating up, the elevator jolted to a stop, and we froze. The sound of voices outside sent a shockwave through us, and we scrambled to pull ourselves together. My heart had pounded in my chest, not just from the thrill of our stolen moment, but from the fear of getting caught. The door had slid open to reveal a couple of utility workers, their expressions a mix of surprise and suspicion. Katrina and I had managed to feign innocence. His father was also there to get her home.“Thank you, Arch
Katrina.I had just found out that Archer was fired because of my father. The moment the news hit, a storm of anger and frustration welled up inside me. Without a second thought, I stormed to my father’s office, throwing the door open and slamming my hands on his desk.“Why did you do it?”“Manners, Katrina. Didn’t Lily teach you that in your Luna lessons?” he responded, his eyes still fixed on his monitor as he continued typing.His calm demeanor only fueled my agitation. “Oh, stop teaching me about manners like a good person, Dad! I know what you did to Archer!”“Ellington, hmm. Him again?” He finally swiveled his chair to look at me, folding his arms and clicking his tongue. “What about him, my princess? Is he pestering you again?”“What? No!”His gaze hardened. “I found a video clip of you and Archer having an intimate moment. You know… the way you look at Archer felt different compared to the way you look at your boyfriend. Anyone could tell there’s something going on between you
Archer gently released me and stepped back, scanning the room as if expecting the shadows to move again. “Did you see anyone?”“No,” I whispered, my voice trembling. “I just heard the knocking. It was so real. I swear, it wasn’t my imagination.”He nodded, his expression thoughtful. “I believe you. But we need to figure out what happened,” he paused and squinted his eyes. “I’ll ask you again, Katrina. Are you alright?”Archer’s voice cut through my fear like a knife.“Yeah, I’m fine. I just need to inform the security personnel—”“Give me that.” He reached over, snatching the telephone from my already shaking hand with a firm yet gentle grip. “Someone tried attacking a female worker inside her office! Where the hell were you?! Isn’t someone monitoring the CCTV cameras?!” His voice was a mix of fury and urgency as he barked into the receiver. He slammed the phone back into its cradle and turned to me, his eyes softened with concern. “Let’s go check the camera.”Nodding, I followed him
Archer.I hurried Katrina onto the bike, her eyes wide with lingering terror. “Get on!” I urged, my voice sharper than I intended. We couldn’t stay here. Not with that thing lurking.She climbed on, clutching me tightly as I revved the engine and took off. The roar of the bike drowned out the pounding of my heart, but I couldn’t shake the image of that creature from my mind. My eyes flicked to the side mirror, catching a glimpse of it shifting into a shadowy figure that seemed to melt into the darkness.“Archer, what was that thing?” Katrina’s voice was a mix of fear and confusion, her grip tightening around my waist.“I don’t know,” I admitted, keeping my eyes on the road. “But we’re not sticking around to find out.”We sped down the deserted streets, the wind whipping past us. I felt her trembling against my back, and I wished I could offer more reassurance. But the truth was, I had no idea what we were up against.“Where are we going?” she asked, her voice muffled by the wind and h
KatrinaI’ve been avoiding my parents more than usual lately, but it’s not like they’ve noticed. They’re probably relieved that I’ve stopped going to the site, away from Archer. The gym became my sanctuary, a place where I could drown out the noise in my head with the rhythm of my heartbeat. But during the day, I stayed in the library, surrounded by books that didn’t ask questions or offer unsolicited advice.As I was flipping through the pages of yet another novel, my phone buzzed beside me. Daphne’s name flashed on the screen. Again. I stared at it, debating whether to answer, but let it ring out like I had so many times before. A moment later, it buzzed again with a message.Daphne: If you won’t go to this party tonight, consider our friendship as dead!I groaned, dropping the book onto the table. “Is that a threat?” I muttered, shaking my head. Daphne had always been dramatic, but this felt like a new level. I couldn’t keep avoiding her forever.With a sigh, I shelved the book
My heart pounded in my chest, drowning out the party’s music. Damien’s gaze bore into me, his eyes pleading for an answer I wasn’t ready to give. Caleb’s smirk only fueled my anger, his words like gasoline on a fire that was already burning out of control.“Katrina,” Damien’s voice was quieter now, almost desperate. “Is it true?”I clenched my fists, my nails digging into my palms as I tried to hold onto whatever composure I had left. The truth was a heavy weight on my tongue, one that I wasn’t sure I could swallow anymore.“What if it is?” I finally said, my voice cold, distant. I watched as Damien’s face crumpled, the pain in his eyes slicing through me like a knife.“So, you were with him?” His voice cracked, the hurt unmistakable.I didn’t answer right away, my mind racing through every memory, every moment I’d tried to bury. The late-night rides, the way Archer’s presence had become a comfort I couldn’t deny. But admitting it now, in front of everyone, felt like ripping open a wo