Donald Seated at the board meeting, I keep my eyes on the screen as John, my manager is delivering a power point presentation on growth projections. His voice is drowned in the background as my mind is caught up in the call I had just ended. “You are to deposit a thousand dollars in cash and we had over your envelope, your secret is safe with us and we act like all this never happened” A hoarse voice spoke through the phone. Unrecognizable “How do I know I can trust you, this is not a set up” Then there was a pause, then a distant voice, like someone had turned away from the receiver. Then the voice returned. “You don’t, that’s the price of keeping secrets, Sinclair” I wanted to curse him out, fling my phone across the wall. But instead I remain calm. “You are playing a really dirty game” He gave a low chuckle. “You know better than to come after us. Call this line only when you’re ready to pay.” Click. The line went dead. I shift in my seat, how do I pay th
Rebecca’s POV What did I just do? I just invited the one man who makes me nervous to my house. I look at him. Surprise written all over his face. “Really?” He asks with a grin. “Yes, sure why not” I am nervous now. I quickly open the door before I change my mind. He followed me out of the car. The night is silent making the crunch of gravel beneath our feet audible. I unlock the door, step inside and turn on the lights suddenly aware of the coffee mug I normally leave out on the counter before heading for work, the stash of pillows I used for younger practice tossed carelessly on the couch. “Place is a bit of a mess” I give a nervous giggle, brushing a stray coil behind my ear. “You kidding? Your place is amazing” I watch him walk over to my couch and giving a little hop before sitting down. Smiling. The way he smiles genuine and boyish. Those types that reach your eyes, making my tense muscles relax. “Well, thank you” I say removing my coat and placing them on the hook by th
Donald. Her body is still pressed against mine, she’s fast asleep, her breath is steady, her hands resting gently on my chest. I watch her, taking in the moment. The curve of her lips, her flushed cheeks, the slow rise and fall of her chest. I can’t make out he features properly, but I let my imagination do the rest. She’s undeniably beautiful. I shift a little, reaching to adjust the pillow under her head careful not to wake her. She’s moves but doesn’t open her eyes. I let her Settle back into sleep before I move from under and sit up at the edge of the bed. One minute we were on the couch, and the next we are on our feet heading up the stairs leaving pieces of fabric behind. Soon enough we were here, On her bed. Her lips found mine, my hands on her skin , her breath hot against my neck, her hands all over me, like she was trying to memorize everything and I let her. She was on top, eyes locked with mine, stroking me slow like she wanted to break me open. Now, with
Rebecca’s POV. It’s almost 6PM and I still haven’t heard from him. Donald had said he would call. l really shouldn’t be bothered that he didn’t. I mean. I roll my eyes trying to shrug if it off. It’s not like we are dating or anything. But now the day is nearly gone, and my phone’s been silent. I think again. I’ve texted twice and called once. Still no response. I try not to overthink it. Maybe he’s busy with meetings. Maybe he lost track of time. But my gut says otherwise. He was off this morning quiet and withdrawn. Like he was carrying something heavy but didn’t want me to notice. I did, of course. I always notice everything. By 7PM, I give up pretending I’m okay. I grab my coat and drive out. I don’t know what I’m doing exactly, but my instinct carries me to his office building. I tell myself I will stop by, maybe surprise him, maybe ease whatever’s eating at me. But when I get there, the receptionist barely looks up. “Mr. Perez already left for the day,” she says.
Frantic, I drive straight to Mike’s. I don’t bother knocking, I have the key. Andrew my head is spinning to many thoughts to care about manners. The house is quiet. Until I walk into the living room and nearly collide with a half naked woman scrambling to cover herself with a bedsheet. She has a British accent and a smile that tells me maybe she thought I was someone else. “Where is Mike” I ask not interested in small talk or the way she was trying to adjust her bra. “I don’t know” she smirks. “He said he would be back home later…maybe you could keep me company instead. I turn around and leave. There is only one other place he might be. The club. The club is loud and bubbling with music. Cigarette smoke fills the air. Red and blue lights illuminate the room, bodies pressed against each other. I squeeze through. “Hey, my man” I hear from a distance. I give a thumbs up not ready for a conversation. I spot him in the vip section, surrounded by bouncers and a drunk woman. He h
Mikes POV The moment Donald’s slams the door on his way out, the silence in the room is deafening. I light another cigarette with shaky hands, the smoke doing nothing to calm the storm going on in my head. Those bastards. They stole the envelope. Kept the photos and I did not see it coming. I grab the envelope again and flip through its contents. Maybe Donald missed something. But no. The photos are gone. The only proof of that night vanished. My jaw clenches and my fist roll into a ball. I feel the burn in my chest.Someone ratted us out. Has to be, someone close to me. Someone around here and I have got a good damn idea who that might be. I storm out of the vip room, ignoring the girl waiting outside wearing a lace and red lipstick. She tries to touch my arm but I brush her off. The bouncers part like water when they see the look in my eyes.I head straight to the back where staffs and low life’s hang out. They stiffen when they see me coming. I like the sound of that. Good.
Donald’s POV Back home, I stand by the window, staring out into the dark like I would find answers. My phone feels heavy on my palms, no call from the blackmailers, no threats, no updates and I can’t reach them. Just silence. And silence is always worst. I pace back and forth. A hundred things running through my mind. I should have burned the envelope the day I got it. My eyes twitch. I open the safe again, the contents are still the same except for the envelope. And rebecca? I haven’t spoken to her in while Shit. I reach for my phone. Ten missed calls. I see messages. I move to my call log, my hand hovers over her name. I exhale and run a hand through my hair. What if Rebecca finds out? What if Delmont finds out? I place the phone on the table. I can’t drag Rebecca into this? She doesn’t know the kind of man I am. If she ever finds out this version of me she wouldn’t want to stay. My chest is heavy. I collapse into the chair. My head buried in my hands. I n
My eyes shift to my surrounding. I notice people staring. Marylin is using a hand to fan herself. She’s so dramatic. Donald has a wide grin on his face. I walk down to meet him. A sly smile on my face. “Is this your idea of an apology” I pluck a rose and sniff it. “ well, I was hoping you would forgive a clumsy gentleman like myself” he’s staring at me. “If this is for me to forgive you, it nighh be working” I say teasing him. “ I would like us to leave here ” I whisper “ people are staring. He chuckles, his eyes never leaving mine. “Hope in Madame. I promise not to bribe you with more flowers” “Like the way you just did?” I roll my eyesHe opens the car door for me like a perfect gentleman, of course he would and I slide in, trying to Steady my racing heart. He walks to the drivers seat and tosses the bouquet gently at the back seat. Before he starts the car there is a loud knock by my window that makes me jump. It’s Marylin. “Well?” She whispers. “Are you seriously going t
My eyes shift to my surrounding. I notice people staring. Marylin is using a hand to fan herself. She’s so dramatic. Donald has a wide grin on his face. I walk down to meet him. A sly smile on my face. “Is this your idea of an apology” I pluck a rose and sniff it. “ well, I was hoping you would forgive a clumsy gentleman like myself” he’s staring at me. “If this is for me to forgive you, it nighh be working” I say teasing him. “ I would like us to leave here ” I whisper “ people are staring. He chuckles, his eyes never leaving mine. “Hope in Madame. I promise not to bribe you with more flowers” “Like the way you just did?” I roll my eyesHe opens the car door for me like a perfect gentleman, of course he would and I slide in, trying to Steady my racing heart. He walks to the drivers seat and tosses the bouquet gently at the back seat. Before he starts the car there is a loud knock by my window that makes me jump. It’s Marylin. “Well?” She whispers. “Are you seriously going t
Donald’s POV Back home, I stand by the window, staring out into the dark like I would find answers. My phone feels heavy on my palms, no call from the blackmailers, no threats, no updates and I can’t reach them. Just silence. And silence is always worst. I pace back and forth. A hundred things running through my mind. I should have burned the envelope the day I got it. My eyes twitch. I open the safe again, the contents are still the same except for the envelope. And rebecca? I haven’t spoken to her in while Shit. I reach for my phone. Ten missed calls. I see messages. I move to my call log, my hand hovers over her name. I exhale and run a hand through my hair. What if Rebecca finds out? What if Delmont finds out? I place the phone on the table. I can’t drag Rebecca into this? She doesn’t know the kind of man I am. If she ever finds out this version of me she wouldn’t want to stay. My chest is heavy. I collapse into the chair. My head buried in my hands. I n
Mikes POV The moment Donald’s slams the door on his way out, the silence in the room is deafening. I light another cigarette with shaky hands, the smoke doing nothing to calm the storm going on in my head. Those bastards. They stole the envelope. Kept the photos and I did not see it coming. I grab the envelope again and flip through its contents. Maybe Donald missed something. But no. The photos are gone. The only proof of that night vanished. My jaw clenches and my fist roll into a ball. I feel the burn in my chest.Someone ratted us out. Has to be, someone close to me. Someone around here and I have got a good damn idea who that might be. I storm out of the vip room, ignoring the girl waiting outside wearing a lace and red lipstick. She tries to touch my arm but I brush her off. The bouncers part like water when they see the look in my eyes.I head straight to the back where staffs and low life’s hang out. They stiffen when they see me coming. I like the sound of that. Good.
Frantic, I drive straight to Mike’s. I don’t bother knocking, I have the key. Andrew my head is spinning to many thoughts to care about manners. The house is quiet. Until I walk into the living room and nearly collide with a half naked woman scrambling to cover herself with a bedsheet. She has a British accent and a smile that tells me maybe she thought I was someone else. “Where is Mike” I ask not interested in small talk or the way she was trying to adjust her bra. “I don’t know” she smirks. “He said he would be back home later…maybe you could keep me company instead. I turn around and leave. There is only one other place he might be. The club. The club is loud and bubbling with music. Cigarette smoke fills the air. Red and blue lights illuminate the room, bodies pressed against each other. I squeeze through. “Hey, my man” I hear from a distance. I give a thumbs up not ready for a conversation. I spot him in the vip section, surrounded by bouncers and a drunk woman. He h
Rebecca’s POV. It’s almost 6PM and I still haven’t heard from him. Donald had said he would call. l really shouldn’t be bothered that he didn’t. I mean. I roll my eyes trying to shrug if it off. It’s not like we are dating or anything. But now the day is nearly gone, and my phone’s been silent. I think again. I’ve texted twice and called once. Still no response. I try not to overthink it. Maybe he’s busy with meetings. Maybe he lost track of time. But my gut says otherwise. He was off this morning quiet and withdrawn. Like he was carrying something heavy but didn’t want me to notice. I did, of course. I always notice everything. By 7PM, I give up pretending I’m okay. I grab my coat and drive out. I don’t know what I’m doing exactly, but my instinct carries me to his office building. I tell myself I will stop by, maybe surprise him, maybe ease whatever’s eating at me. But when I get there, the receptionist barely looks up. “Mr. Perez already left for the day,” she says.
Donald. Her body is still pressed against mine, she’s fast asleep, her breath is steady, her hands resting gently on my chest. I watch her, taking in the moment. The curve of her lips, her flushed cheeks, the slow rise and fall of her chest. I can’t make out he features properly, but I let my imagination do the rest. She’s undeniably beautiful. I shift a little, reaching to adjust the pillow under her head careful not to wake her. She’s moves but doesn’t open her eyes. I let her Settle back into sleep before I move from under and sit up at the edge of the bed. One minute we were on the couch, and the next we are on our feet heading up the stairs leaving pieces of fabric behind. Soon enough we were here, On her bed. Her lips found mine, my hands on her skin , her breath hot against my neck, her hands all over me, like she was trying to memorize everything and I let her. She was on top, eyes locked with mine, stroking me slow like she wanted to break me open. Now, with
Rebecca’s POV What did I just do? I just invited the one man who makes me nervous to my house. I look at him. Surprise written all over his face. “Really?” He asks with a grin. “Yes, sure why not” I am nervous now. I quickly open the door before I change my mind. He followed me out of the car. The night is silent making the crunch of gravel beneath our feet audible. I unlock the door, step inside and turn on the lights suddenly aware of the coffee mug I normally leave out on the counter before heading for work, the stash of pillows I used for younger practice tossed carelessly on the couch. “Place is a bit of a mess” I give a nervous giggle, brushing a stray coil behind my ear. “You kidding? Your place is amazing” I watch him walk over to my couch and giving a little hop before sitting down. Smiling. The way he smiles genuine and boyish. Those types that reach your eyes, making my tense muscles relax. “Well, thank you” I say removing my coat and placing them on the hook by th
Donald Seated at the board meeting, I keep my eyes on the screen as John, my manager is delivering a power point presentation on growth projections. His voice is drowned in the background as my mind is caught up in the call I had just ended. “You are to deposit a thousand dollars in cash and we had over your envelope, your secret is safe with us and we act like all this never happened” A hoarse voice spoke through the phone. Unrecognizable “How do I know I can trust you, this is not a set up” Then there was a pause, then a distant voice, like someone had turned away from the receiver. Then the voice returned. “You don’t, that’s the price of keeping secrets, Sinclair” I wanted to curse him out, fling my phone across the wall. But instead I remain calm. “You are playing a really dirty game” He gave a low chuckle. “You know better than to come after us. Call this line only when you’re ready to pay.” Click. The line went dead. I shift in my seat, how do I pay th
I jerk. Hitting my head on the desk. “Father” “Rebecca” “I..I” I stammer. He arcs a brow and walks over to his desk. I walk around to the front of his desk and watch him take seat. “Snooping around are you?” “I came to hand over the divorce papers to you, we need your signature” I say reaching into my bag to retrieve the document. He examines me for what feels like two minutes and finally says. “You know, you seem more enthusiastic about this divorce than your mother. After all this years, you just sweep everything I have done for you both under the carpet” he chuckles “What was I expecting anyway, human beings always betray you at the end of the day.” I stare at him, stunned by the coldness in his voice, the way he made it sound like we were the villains. “Betray you?” I scoff, hugging the papers tightly to my chest. “You call emotional neglect and physical abuse ‘everything you’ve done for us’? You really think we owe you gratitude?” He leans back in his chair, a s