Amanda's POVMy fists clenched and unclenched in both anger and anxiety as I stood in front of Granny Maria and Logan's mother, thinking of how exactly I was going to get out of this situation. It was almost overwhelming, especially because I had been left to deal with this alone. Quinn had already retired to his room after Logan lied. He hadn't even looked back at me once, he had just abandoned me. I swallowed back a curse at that. I wanted to be angry at him but I knew it wasn't exactly his fault. Could I really blame him? After I lied to him about where I really was last night, he was probably finding it hard to trust me or believe anything I said. Maybe it had even made him resent me for seeming like a needy ex. I wished there was some way to explain things and iron things out with Quinn. But first I had to figure out how to get myself out of this. Right now, amidst all this confusion, there was only one person who could save me; and that was if Candace showed up. I prayed she
Quinn's POVIt took all the willpower and discipline I possessed to keep myself from punching Logan in the face after hearing him tell Amanda how much he enjoyed their time together at the club. Logan had been pissing me off for a long, long time, and destroying his face would have given me more joy than anything. But in all honesty, I was more disappointed in the fact that it might be true.And since Amanda had not denied his accusation, it showed that he wasn't lying. I had swallowed back everything I wanted to say, even cutting her off when she tried to give a flimsy explanation. It didn't matter to me, not at all. At least that was what I told myself. My entire day at work was spent wondering if Amanda truly went to the club to meet Logan because she wanted him back. Would she really go back to a man that hurt her this much? It was appalling to even think about! Not only had Logan hurt her, he had also disrespected her and made a fool out of her. So why the hell would she let he
Third povAs Amanda sat on her desk, face puckered in concentration and files sprawled all over, she couldn't shake the fear that she would not be able to complete the work Quinn had assigned to her. Atop the table was a tall stack of thick files from all the departments she had to review. So far, four of the files had been successfully reviewed, and were stacked in a corner of her desk. Although she knew that was progress, she wasn't too happy about it seeing that she still had twenty four departments left to go. And the work only got harder as she progressed. Amanda exhaled for the umpteenth time since the last hour and tugged on the collar of her shirt. She was so tired, but taking a break would draw her back too much. There were just a few minutes left till the office closed for the day, and Amanda was already regretting her promise to join Martha and the other secretaries tonight. This was not the time for any hangouts as she was already choked with work. Her plan for today had
Quinn's POVIt was 10pm by the time I'd finished with all my appointments for the day and returned home. The mansion was quiet when I pulled into the driveway, and I was thankful for that. I didn't have the time nor energy for another round of drama from Logan's mother. All I needed right now was a cold shower and a good night's sleep. I made my way to my bedroom, expecting to see Amanda, but she was not there, much to my surprise. At first I ignored that, telling myself that she could do whatever she wanted, and I didn't care. I undressed and hopped into the shower, taking my time to let the cool water wash away most of the stress from today. When I finally rounded up with that, Amanda was still not here. I checked my phone to see if I had missed any calls from her, but there was nothing. I got into bed and made myself comfortable, but all the tiredness had cleared from my eyes. I picked up my phone and made to dial her number, but I stopped myself at the last second. Why would I
Third Person POVAmanda sat on the edge of her bed shakily, her hands clutching her head. She had awakened about an hour ago, but still needed some time to pull herself together. Absent-mindedly, she walked to her dresser and picked up a cup of water which she drank greedily from. Afterwards she returned to the bed and bowed her head in thought. Her mind was still buzzing as she recounted everything Quinn had told her this morning. She couldn't believe that she had let herself fall into Martha's trap last night. Amanda wanted to smack herself for not listening to her instincts last night. She didn't want to accept that last shot the night before, but she had been coaxed by Martha and the directors. And when Quinn had told her of their plans, she'd shivered in fear. She said a silent prayer, thankful that their plans didn't succeed. Tears filled her eyes when she realized that her body would have been violated and abused last night had it not been for Quinn's intervention. She shut
Third Person POVThe room was struck into a tense silence after Amanda asked the question, and Martha was inwardly going frantic. She knew that the longer she stayed without answering, the more guilty she would look. But she also had no idea how to answer Amanda's questions without implicating herself. She had to save herself. But with what consequences? Martha's eyes met those of the directors who were still standing and waiting for her to answer. She saw them give her a discreet smile, and she shivered. The directors themselves were rather confident. They were positive that Martha would not sell them out. So they did not even feel the least threatened by Amanda's words. Martha was still panicking. She tried to speak but no words came forth. Just before she thought she was going to ruin things and throw away her only chance of saving herself, Amanda stepped in again. "You know, Martha, I was so heartbroken when I heard that you knew about this from the get-go. But those men said t
Amanda's POVI watched silently as shock filled Martha's face. She stared at the officers, her mouth agape. I had anticipated the satisfaction I would feel when Martha was finally called out for her evil deeds, but damn it felt so good. I watched as she shook her head helplessly at the officers. Suddenly, she turned to me, throwing herself at my feet. "P-Please…please, I-I am sorry. I never meant to do it. They threatened me, I swear it. I would never try to hurt you on purpose. Please, don't let them take me away."Tears of panic had filled Martha's eyes as she begged, but I did not care. For the first time, seeing someone in a position like this did not move me. Not when they were evil and despicable as Martha. The woman was a literal devil in disguise. Even looking at her filled me up with disgust. "Please!" Martha yelled tearily, clutching at my feet as the officers made to handcuff her. "I'm sorry. They threatened me. They made me do it."I laughed humorlessly, anger rising in m
Amanda's POVI took a deep breath and slowly turned around. The very thing I was trying to avoid was coming to pass, but Hailey had spotted me already, so there was no way I would still run away like a coward. Hailey was a bitch. She had always been, and I was pretty sure she was still a bitch. Back in high school, she had spespeciallyargeted me after my father died. My family had lost everything then and we could no longer afford the kind of things the other rich kids like Hailey could. So she began to treat me like trash. The only person who stood by my side then was Vanessa. She was from a humble home and never treated me differently. Hailey's eyes lit up with mockery as she looked at me from head to toe. I already knew that she was going to cause some kind of drama. A girl like Hailey would never change and I knew that all too well. "It is you. Wow…" she laughed, still looking at me mockingly. "Little old Amanda. What are the odds of offering you here?"She laughed again and pr
Quinn’s POV “Amanda! Amanda!” I yelled when I realized the shit I’d let go on. I was on my feet in no time yelling after Amanda, calling her.But she was already gone. I was such a fucker.I brushed my hair back and let out a series of curses. How dumb could I have been. I watched as she went angrily. I didn’t only embarrass her, but I insulted her. Indirectly with not calling Miranda out when she started. Way to go, Quinn, you successfully got her pissed again.Returning to the table, I sat down with a heave. Rubbing my face, I sat up, and stared at her. “Why would you say something like that in front of her?” I was frustrated, no matter how hard I tried, I always ended up pissing Amanda off.“I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean for all this to happen.” She cursed and planted her head in between her palm. Lifting her head, she sniffed, “I’m sorry Quinn. Really sorry. I was just too excited about the place. Why do I always have to ruin everything.”A frown took over her face and she looked
Amanda’s POV Sleeping with absolutely no worry has a way of making you relax. I slept into the later morning and I still didn’t get enough until the maid had come and woken me. It was the weekend which meant more time to snuggle.I was thrilled, so happy like I was infused with a happy serum. After I learnt that Quinn didn’t have sex with Mrs. Hawthorn, I’ve been grinning like a five year old with candy.Furthermore, that note had made me even more smitten by Quinn. I smiled and giggled like a teenage girl with a crush. Not to add the multiple sex we’ve had since he told me that he didn’t have sex with her.It was as though that confession had made me a pool of horny. And damnnn might I add, Quinn was extremely good with fucking. He had stamina, knew how to make proper use of his fingers, his tongues….his dick.And all of this, we had without protection. Going raw. As if in accord, the thought struck a core memory of him when he was buried deep inside me, my fingers digging into his
Quinn’s POV “Well?” Her eyes probed my face for an answer. “Did you not have sex? It pretty much seemed that you guys did with the way you were all over each other.” Talking about sex, my mind reared back to the night when she’d requested that I should go and sleep with Mrs. Hawthorn. I was pissed that she’d even requested that in the first place despite how tender her condition was. I understood and she was scared that I would lose my position. That night I’d gone to see my private investigator on the information I’d asked from him about Mrs. Hawthorn.He forwarded her secret life to me. Everything, from when she was a kid, where she schooled, her family and down to her husband. Every damn thing had been drawn in that single document.I had wanted to go easy on her, but she’d thought she was clever and smart. When I heard Amanda’s request, it had been a whole different level of rage that she’d dared use my woman against me.After going through her file, my grip hardened on the d
Amanda’s POV I arrived at home later in the evening, tired and defeated from thoughts. There was nothing I could do. I’d spent the entire ride pondering and thinking of a way out but found none.I would get sacked, I would lose everything. I would be back to square one. Hell, I’ll be back to zero, at least I had a job at square one, this time I would be left with completely nothing. Nothing.My head was spamming with these troubles when I pushed the door open to Candace and Miranda. I was too tired to snort at the sight. It wasn’t surprising seeing them together. Birds of the same feather they said flocked together. They were talking about me. “I knew she was incompetent, I pity who allowed her to attain such a position.” Miranda snorted, casting a brief glance at me.What would I call this, gossip? No. With gossip one usually changed the topic when the subject matter stepped in, but not this, they were casually talking like I wasn’t there, or if I was there they didn’t care.“No,
Quinn’s POV With everything already blown on our faces, I was left with one choice; going to see our biggest investors. She had sent her message. Currently she was in her private mansion and her secretary was leading me to her.The mansion was big, everything in the hallway was made white with fluorescent lights and chandeliers. She was our biggest investor for a reason.A double lidded door, white in colour stood at the end of the white fluorescent hall. Her secretary stepped aside and pushed the door open. As she ushered me in, she bowed and shut the door behind me.This was her office I supposed. Her back was to me as I stepped inside. She swirled on the chair———my mouth fell open at the woman….no, the lady on the chair. I struggled to blink, then looked around for the woman that had always appeared on screen. A woman in her late thirties or forties. But now as I stared at the woman, all I saw was a young lady, Quickly, I schooled my expressionWhy did she hide her identity behi
Amanda’s POV With cold feet and jelly legs, I walked to the room which seemed faster than it usually was. Sweat dribbled down the small of my back. Dread pooling in the deep of my stomach.I stood outside the large double lidded door, contemplating and hesitating opening the door. I imagined all their faces, red hot with anger. Especially Quinn.Slowly, with stiff fingers, I took the door knob and pulled it open with eyes shut.It was like stepping into a new world where you revealed everyone’s secret and they hated you. They were angry, not in a theoretical or any fancy way, they were red horn angry.I wanted the ground to open up and swallow me in that instant, but instead I clenched my fist and swallowed hard on my saliva.“Good morning, everyone.” I bowed and hurried over to a seat, avoiding everyone’s gaze. Seating down, I merely made myself comfortable, when Mrs. Rosaline started, making me jerk up back to stand. “What the hell did you do by sending a wrong file to our bigges
Quinn’s POV She probed his face, staring at the damage on his bruised lips, black eyes and many more I’d destroyed on his face. She cursed again, tutting at the wounds and cuts. He was barely holding up right, eyes swollen and black.“Who did this to my son?” She demanded more persistently this time. I watched her as her face grew pensive inspecting every new cut with a horror struck face.“Logan… Logan.” She held his chin, delicately not to cause any more pain, but the smallest touch made him wince. “Who did this to you, tell me, who did this?”Logan of course didn’t answer, but his eyes were trained on me. Mrs. Rosaline whipped around to hold my form in deliberate questioning. “Did…did you do this to my son?” It was a great fit that she tried to tamp down the rage boiling in her throat. Her eyes were sharp like a newly crafted dagger.She held Logan’s face to me, “did you do this to my son? Your brother?” I made no indication to answer, she left him and was stomping towards me, s
Quinn’s POV I knew Amanda wouldn’t like my answer, but I had to just do it. I didn’t love Miranda anymore but it would be cruel to know that she had a problem and I wouldn’t help her out. “You can stay,” I said to her. I couldn’t look at Amanda’s face as I said those words to her. She fixed me with a steely gaze.Guilt ate at me. After everything I’d put her through, the last thing I wanted was to make her angry or make her feel bad. Left for only me alone I’d go out of my way to make sure she saw and believed that I was sorry and in regrets.The look on her face confirmed my fear. She was dead mad. She didn’t like the decision, but there was nothing I could do. I just couldn’t Miranda away. Miranda smiled, “thank you, Quinn. This means a lot to me.” She said, If Amanda could, she’d shoot lasers at her using her eyes. She observed her lips in a paused and thin line, eyes trained on Miranda’s form.With the hassle from yesterday, I believed we’d already made the covers of every ne
Amanda’s POV I woke up with the afterthought of my actions lingering in my head like a bomb ticking, ready to go off. When I rolled on my back I was welcomed by an empty bed. Quinn was not in bed. I looked out through the curtains and saw that it was still very early, the sky still had the pink and blue stripes mottle of colours and the moon was still visible, faintly.Somehow I was happy I woke up with him out already, doing what? I wondered. But his absence would make it easier for me to put up my walls and confront him why he was such a jerk to me, even without confirming from me that I was an escort as the idiot said.But then thinking about how much of a jerk he was, my mind reared back to last night how he’d come to my room. My lips stretched into a smile and the tingles from his touch thrummed in my skin like it just happened and then there was a fluttery feeling in the pit of my stomach.I stifled a scream and planted my face back into the pillow. My cheeks warmed up, sprea