▪️ Emily ▪️ As she spoke, she pulled Ace into her office and shut the door. White-faced and visibly shaking, Ace hugged himself. “Liam. H-he’s been hurt. They were riding the Vespa, and somehow, according to what Olivia told me, a truck cut them off and he crashed.” For a moment her heart stopped. At least she thought it must have, because she couldn’t hear it beating or feel anything. She’d gone totally numb. “Olivia,” she whispered. “Is she hurt?” “She said she’s fine. I spoke to her, so she must be. But Liam…” Ace’s voice broke, and Emily’s heart jerked hard. She pulled Ace into her arms and buried her lips in his hair. “Tell me. He’s not—” “No,” Ace choked out, trembling violently. “But he’s hurt. Bad. We didn’t talk for long, and I can’t get through to my parents. When she couldn’t reach us, she called them, and they’re on their way to the airport. I’m so fucking scared, Emily.” “It’s going to be all r
▪️ Emily ▪️ Ace settled into his side with a sigh. “Right now, that’s forever. It’s crazy, but the only person I can imagine being with me through this horrible ordeal is you.” Emily’s heart turned over. “I’m not going anywhere. I’m exactly where I want to be.” Ace slid an arm across her, pressing his face into Emily’s neck. “I’ve been running this back and forth in my head, figuring I’d wait…afraid to say what’s on my mind for a while now.” A chuckle shook Emily. “Since when are you afraid of anything?”Ace sat up, handsome face wary, and Emily hated seeing the strain of the past few hours replace the laughter in his eyes. “Since I never told anyone I love them before.” Hope, almost as fiery as the passion between them, sparked something painful in her chest. “You love me?” Ace grinned. “Crazy, huh? Even I can’t believe it.” Serious once again, he cast his gaze downward, as if afraid. “But it’s not a joke. Not to me. Everything’s chang
▪️Ace▪️ “Your sex monster returns—” Too late he saw Emily sitting and motioning for him to be quiet, then burying her head in her hands. “Is that Ace? Ace is there with you?” His mother’s voice sounded from the phone lying on the bed. Oh, fuck. Speakerphone. He set the bowls and beer bottles on the dresser. “Hi, Mom.” “What are you doing at Emily’s at three in the morning?” Thinking fast, he opened the beer and took a quick gulp. “I couldn’t sleep and figured Emily would be up too, and I was right.” “I see. I guess that’s why there was no answer when I called your phone?” “Yeah. I was in the kitchen, making us a middle-of-the-night snack. How was the flight? Have you seen Doug?” “Yes. My poor son.” He heard her grief-stricken voice, and his hand shook. Emily took the bottle from him and set it on the night table. “What do the doctors say?” “They’re hoping to do X-rays today to see if there’s a skull fracture. He had a quiet night, and he’s stable. Other than that…
▪️ Emily ▪️ Emily caught Simone on his return from walking Hollister out. “My office. Now.” With a confident step, Simone sauntered inside but jumped when Emily slammed the door. “Sit.” She waited while Simone chose a seat at the conference table, but Emily remained standing by the closed door, arms folded. “Care to tell me what that was all about?” As livid as she was with Simone for bringing Selle to the office to expose and embarrass Ace, she was angry with Ace for hiding it from her. Angry and hurt. “What?” Simone tugged at his suit-jacket sleeve. “Don’t play fucking innocent with me. I’m not in the mood. You set Ace up.” “Why would I?” “That’s what I want to figure out. Why was Sele here today?” “We were having lunch together, or we were supposed to until you kicked him out. He wanted to say hello to you. How would he know Ace would come to your office?” Emily itched to punch the wide-eyed look of i
▪️ Emily ▪️ Her shoulders slumped. “That’s another thing I don’t know anymore.” As expected, Ruth's brows shot up. “What? What’re you talking about? What don’t you know? You love him, and he loves you.” “Sometimes love isn’t enough.” “That’s nonsense. What happened? Did you have a fight?” “No. Nothing like that.” Even now she yearned to go to Ace. “Some disturbing news about him came to me today.” “Disturbing? What do you mean? Spit it out already.” While she felt uncomfortable revealing something so private, Emily valued Edith’s discretion and her opinion of people. “Remember I told you Ace worked on Taylor Croft's superyacht?” “Yes. As her assistant. Like what he does for you now. Minus the benefits.” She smiled, but she couldn’t return it. “No. Including.” Breaking eye contact, Emily finished her drink. “Turns out he was sleeping with Croft when they worked together.” “And?” Her gaze shot to hers. “What do y
▪️Ace▪️ “Because…it was a part of the past I no longer felt connected to. Almost like it wasn’t the real me who lived that life, not anymore. I don’t regret it because that’s a futile thought process, and more importantly, it’s brought me to this point with you. And that’s one thing I wouldn’t change at all.” “I’m trying to make sense of it all. You worked for Taylor and slept with her. You’re working for me and sleeping with me. How is it any different?” “You can’t see it?” The words fell from his numb lips. “I’d like to hear it from you,” Emily said softly. “I don’t want to think one thing and have it be something else.” In business, Emily might be decisive and controlling, but in her personal life, her innocence and vulnerability shone through, and Ace could see Emily’s internal struggle to find her footing. Seeing this human side of Emily only he’d been privy to made Ace love her more.“Haven’t you grown from when you were younger a
▪️ Emily ▪️ “Have been with girls, sure. But here today and gone tomorrow. A couple of months and we grew bored. That’s how it always was. They weren’t real relationships. Maybe…” He stopped and chewed his lip, looking sweetly vulnerable. “Maybe because I was always comparing them to you.” “Me?” she repeated. “What’re you saying?” Ace, who hadn’t removed his hands from Emily’s shoulders, now slid them around her neck. “I’ve already told you I had a crush on you. From the first time I saw you at my parents’ apartment, standing a step or two behind Liam, looking all nervous and out of place yet so damn sexy, I couldn’t stop thinking about you.” “And now here we are.” Emily framed Ace’s face with her hands. “All these years later and I’m not much smarter than I was back then.” “You didn’t need to be. I was the one who had growing up to do. And I know what I want and who. You.” “I’m right here.” “So am I. I’ve never b
▪️ Emily ▪️ “You have to ask? For him to pull this shit while I’m struggling with what happened to Liam and Olivia is inconceivable to me.” “I’m going to bitch-slap him about that, don’t you worry. But don’t fire someone because of what they did to me. I can handle my shit on my own. Simone might be a jerk, but I think we can figure out how to work together if I have a chance to talk to him face-to-face.” Ace glared at Emily. “I hope he hasn’t left yet. Maybe I can talk to him. Jesus, what a dumbass move.” Leaving Emily behind, Ace rushed to the elevators and slipped into an open one. The door closed in Emily’s face, and she stood there dumbfounded. Why would she want to work with someone who did that to him? He’s even crazier than I thought. Shaking her head, she headed to the elevators, wondering what the hell was going on. ************▪️Ace▪️ The last thing Ace wanted was for someone to lose their job, even someone like S
“Hey now,” Cole protested. “He offered me money and the apartment.” “Like you were going to take it. How long was he with you? Did he know you at all?” “We were kind of in the middle of an argument at the time.” “Right. But it’s been over a week.” It had. And Cole had told herself she wasn’t hoping for anything. Except she must have been. Because now she felt silly.Ellery kicked the tree moodily. “Stop feeling sorry for him. I expect he’s feeling sorry enough for himself. Or Lancaster’s found him a new whipping girl.” “Don’t.” “Sorry.” “Did you really come all the way to Kinlochbervie to say ‘I told you so’?” “No.” She pulled her hood up and disappeared into its shadows. “I came to ask if you want to live with me.”Cole nearly fell off the swing. “Live with you?”“Yeah. Thought I should move out. Do some shit with my life or something.” “What sort of shit did you have in mind?”She kicked the tree again. And then, apparently finding
Everything hurt. The hours seemed like wild horses. Dawn broke around Cole. She spent most of the day on the sofa, crying herself out of tears, watching the sky turn tauntingly through shades of silver and gold. She tried to be brave, to be strong, to be less pathetically embarrassing. But her inner Scarlett O’Hara was AWOL—tomorrow being another day seemed like scant consolation. And while she sometimes tormented herself with idle fantasies of Aiden coming back, of sweeping her into his arms, full of sorrow and declarations of eternal devotion, she knew it wasn’t going to happen. She wasn’t sure she could ever bear pain like this again. Later… later… later… Her phone bleeped. And, like a fool, she scrabbled for it, wrecked with hope and fear and hope. It was Harper: “I MOVED MY FOOT!!!!!” **** She slept and didn’t sleep, and the hours sped and sluggished by. And finally, she rang home. Hazel picked up. “What’s wrong?” she said before Cole even had a chance to speak.
Cole swayed exhaustedly where she knelt. “Well, I'm not. And I don't How many times is you going to ignore me telling you that I love you? Because I do. I really do. And you can think all these awful things about yourself if you must. But nothing—nothing, do you hear me—will make me believe them.” “You can’t love me. You don’t know me.” “You mean, because I didn’t know about this? That’s only because you lied to me about it.” He paced restlessly, up and down that pristine room. This lost creature in Aiden Crux's skin. “I didn’t lie.” “I asked you outright. In Kinlochbervie.” “No. You asked if someone had hurt me. And they haven’t.” “Oh fucking hell.” She rubbed her hands against her burning eyes. “I could have hurt you. Don’t you realize how completely fucked it feels looking back at all the times I’ve pushed you on sex stuff with no clue about what happened to you?” “Well,” he drawled, “I did warn you that I’m a cruel
Cole glanced up. “I'm not. I mean, it wasn’t fun. But I trusts you. With the worst of me, as well as the best, and all the squishy ambiguous bits in between.” “Thank you,” he said, unexpectedly grave. “I hope to always honor that trust.” “As I will for you.” He didn’t respond. “So, y’know”—Cole nudged him gently—“your turn.” It took a long time, but he did eventually speak. The words coming slowly and painfully, like razor blades from his lips. “If I tell you, you’ll know what Eleanor said about me is right. That I’m sick and twisted and I ruin everything that’s good.” “She only said that because she was angry.” He shook his head. “No, she said it because it’s true. You see, she learned who she was when she was fourteen years old.” “What happened when—wait. When your father died?” “After that. When she seduced his business partner. His best friend.” Cole genuinely had no idea what to say. To
Cole pulled off a truly Ellery-worthy eye roll. “One cigarette a month is hardly going to kill him,” she said. “Is that what he told you? And you believed him?” Natasha asked. Now that she thought about it… he did tend to reach for his cigarettes once they’d sexed. And he’d smoked after dinner. And during Star Wars. And just now in the gCole. Oh fuck. Fuuuuuck.Natasha shook her head at her. “You poor, sweet girl. You don’t know him at all, do you?” “I… I’m in love with him,” she said, her voice barely audible. “I can see why you’d believe that. Aiden can be quite dazzling when he chooses. But you don’t understand anything about who he is. Or the damage you’re doing to him.” She tried to reply, to protest, to defend herself. Defend him. Defend them. But she had nothing. Aiden had de-clawed her with his secrets. Left her powerless and alone. “You deserve better,” Natasha went on softly. “He’s using you like his cigarettes. You
“I love it when you hurt me. I love everything you do. And everything you are,” Cole said. And that was when Aiden turned and drew her into his mouth. It was the teeniest bit awkward—he even nicked her slightly with the edge of his teeth, suggesting maybe he didn’t do this all that often. He certainly hadn’t with her before. Not that she’d minded. He made her come just fine. But…wow. He could have been actively terrible and she wouldn’t have cared: Aiden Crux was sucking her pussy. No teasing. Only his tongue sliding tight round her, his mouth soft and hot and perfect.Ohfuckohfuckohfuck. She was…Aiden was… Cole turned her head into her shoulder in an effort to muffle her noises. Which were at least as loud as when he’d been torturing her nipples, and probably even less dignified. Pain was one thing. She could take pain. But she was pleasure’s bitch. Hone
His fingers closed around her through her dress and squeezed until she bucked and moaned. Some of the anguish faded from her face, the tight lines of her brow and mouth yielding to desire, and something tender she might have called hope. “Don’t move,” he whispered, as he stepped away. “Okay.” Her heart thumped as eagerly as a puppy’s tail. She loved the anticipation that came with his commands. And she loved pleasing him. Of course, her nose started itching almost immediately. But she was determined and ignored it and held still as he had told her to. Aiden circled the pillar, leaving her standing there like Andromeda. Well, Andromeda if she had a massive erection. Then he drew her hands behind her and she felt the cool brush of silk against her skin.It encircled her wrists. Pulled taut. Oh my God. His bowtie. He was bondaging her with his own bowtie. She made a noise of surprise and exciteme
He didn’t quite flinch but he got that look: the closed down, I am a million miles away from you look I knew all too well. “I’ll leave you to enjoy it.” And, with that, he…went away. Again. Cole bit down on a gasp of frustration. She wanted to kick him in the shins. He couldn’t just fix what was probably years of hurt and misunderstanding with a single, and very small, gesture. Also, the fucker had barely spent five minutes with her. But she pushed all that aside and turned her very best and sparkliest smile on Ellery. “So what happens next? Do we all die of the plague?” Ellery sneered at the room. “Mm, here’s hoping.” “Wow, that’s the last time I RSVP to an invitation from you.” “I don’t mean it.” She sighed and with the air of a small child being forced to eat Brussels sprouts added, “Thank you for coming.” “I didn’t know you played the violin.” Ellery shrugged. “I’m brilliant. When I’m not rusty.” “
“What do you look for?” Cole asked. “The thing nobody else sees,” He replied, propping his hip casually against a piece of furniture she didn’t have a name for—something ornate and impressive, probably a credenza or vitrine or whatever. “Society photography comes down to one very simple principle. Anyone can take pictures of Kate Middleton and Lady Gaga. The trick is getting a picture of Kate Middleton with Lady Gaga.” “And have you?” “Not yet. But she’s a long way from dead, and hopefully so are they.” Cole laughed. In a strange way, the woman reminded her a little bit of Aiden. The same conviction, the same merciless drive, although focused and expressed very differently. She guessed it was becoming pretty apparent she had a type.But mainly Cole was grateful. Now, when she looked across the room, she met smiles. Flashes of recognition in other people’s eyes. She knew faces and names. She could have joined some of the conversations. Instead of drifting around pathetically. Stil