Ares’s pov.“You’re having sex with your boss’s best friend.”I direct a glance at Ian, the dickhead that has been assigned to watch me and I see the scowl on his face. I see the annoyance in his eyes. I see the special kind of ire he seems to carry around for me and only me etched out across his fo
“I’ll give you a ride if you give me your number. Please.”Casually flirting with people has always given me a different reaction than it would give other people. I know what I look like.I fit a certain caste, and people like me usually flirt all the time. I suppress the sick emotion at the back o
~Warning: Mentions of suicide.~I run into Bridget outside Tieran Blackstone’s office when I get there.The moment she sees me coming she gets up from the couch she’s seated on and approaches with an anxious look on her face but I already know what she’s here to talk about. I’m sure Antonia is in Ti
Maybe I'm not the only one with a shitty life. I’m definitely not the only one who’s leaving work so late.My mood brightens up as I walk out the revolving doors of the building. It takes a double nosedive the moment I look forward and see who’s standing at the gate.Ian.I feel a bit of a depressiv
Antonia’s pov.I’m beginning to hate the sight of hospitals.I’ve never had anything against hospitals but each time I've been in the four walls of a hospital something bad seems to happen. I either get to find out what I don't want to or become a victim of some hostage situation.As the thought cro
He shaved it right down, almost close to the scalp.It feels like I'm staring at a new person and though he’s the same man that commands the attention of many once he walks into a room, the gaze on his face and the change in his appearance has added something soft to him.Malachi doesn’t look like h
Antonia’s pov. My boss and husband Malachi Finn chats excitedly with his first love in the office. I stand outside, and through the glass door, I can see a warm smile on his face. It’s a smile I've never seen before. I know the right thing to do as a competent secretary would be to leave, but as h
Anguish and pain rip through my already raw heart, and for a while all I can do is look at him. I stare at the annoyance on his face and the rage gathering in his eyes. I look away as tears well in mine and I stare at the floor as I blink them back, asking with a steady but tired voice, a voice th