Fiona I cry out from the pain searing my scalp. I thrash against the man, but he just chuckles in response. “Ethan! Help!” I scream, hoping he’ll save me. “Your boyfriend won’t come for you,” the man growls, pushing me closer to the edge of the stadium. My attackers surround me, moving towar
“I-I was so scared, Ethan,” I mutter, closing my eyes. Curling into Ethan’s body, I wrap my fingers around his t-shirt and hold on tightly. “I tried to block out the feeling of terror, the memory of thinking I was going to die, broken across bleachers after falling from that height. I-I didn’t think
Fiona Warmth greets me as I wake up, and I can’t stop myself from snuggling deeper into it. My body is heavy with sleep and as I’m being drug back into the darkness of sleep, a little sliver of unease creeps in. It’s almost too comfortable, sending a shot of alarm through me until I open my eyes.
“What’s that?” I ask, adjusting to sit up as well. I don’t mean to, but I lean into his body, seeking the heat and comfort he gives. “I want you to have this,” he murmurs, flipping the lid open to reveal a silver chain with a beautiful wolf pendant. The silver of the pendant swirls together with a
Fiona “I’ll be back in a few hours,” Ethan announces, pulling a suit jacket on. I glance up from the TV where I was watching one of my favorite movies with a sea-wandering island girl and a demi-god. “Okay. I think I’m going to stay here, if that’s okay,” I tell him, curling my legs up beneath m
Cheers went off around us as he landed on the ground with me in his arms. The people around us rushed in, their voices a tidal wave that drowned out anything else in the video. Until the announcer speaks. “And this was WBS News with the latest on Mr. Montgomery’s daring rescue,” the reporter’s v
Fiona The embarrassment I feel churning in my chest isn’t from shame. Quiet the opposite, actually. The thought of being with Ethan for longer than the year-long contract we signed makes my heart hopeful. The butterflies from my stomach surround my heart, wrapping it in a light, soft feeling. If
I sit up as well, mirroring Isla’s stretching. “I’m not sure,” I tell her, “But if they read off the questions, maybe they’re just hoping to gain more attention. Maybe they think we’ll come forward and make a public announcement.” “Another question from a new follower: Is this woman a rich busin
“You want more?” he whispers, and I nod. “Uh, uh,” he says, curling his fingers and sucking at my clit. Shock after shock of heat shoot into me as he says, “Give me the words, baby.” “P-please, Ethan,” I beg, looking down at him just in time to see him smirk. “As you wish, little mate.” Those w
Fiona I flip the chicken in the skillet, listening to the sizzle of the meat against the heat. The bold, sharp scent of a spice from the cabinet rises and fills the air, making my eyes water a bit. I’m not sure what it is, but before they left, the kitchen staff recommended it as one of Ethan’s fav
“Fi,” Jack says, trying to get my attention. I type up the message from Mr. Smith into the notes box on the appointment, but half way through, my screen goes black. “What the—” “Are you going to listen to me now?” Jack asks, pulling his hand back from my monitor. Did he just… “Did you just shu
Fiona “Friday at one o’clock. Yes sir,” I confirm, entering the new meeting on Ethan’s schedule. I glance through the glass of Ethan’s office which is still empty. He’s been in a development meeting for the last hour with Chris’s company to discuss the equipment for the new wing at the hospital.
“Did you see who sent it?” I ask, but I can guess her answer. She hadn’t seen the sender the first time. I pull the paper from the corner down, tearing a long line off until I can see the black box inside. Like I thought, she shakes her head, saying, “No. This one was just in the mail room, and th
Fiona I take my time making my way upstairs after Ethan leaves for his meeting. Sophia stopped me, asking about how our trip was, and she was much more enthusiastic about it than I thought she would be. I guess not everyone is upset about mine and Ethan’s relationship like his parents are. It giv
“Ah, yes, sir. Mr. Aldridge broke attorney-client confidentiality.” I hum, “I understand, and I agree that he should be punished, but Mr. Aldridge does not represent Silverclaw Law Firm, so I would like to request that the lawsuit be directed solely at Mr. Aldridge. I have emailed you a list of ob
Ethan “What the hell was he thinking?” I growl, frustrated with the unethical and stupid work that Fiona’s ex-husband had done in my company. I may not have my full attention on the law firm, but that doesn’t mean I wasn’t aware he’d been promoted for his work. It didn’t bother me, since I gave t
Ryan nods and picks up a large envelope that looks like the type you would put important papers in. He doesn’t offer it to Ethan, which I find strange. Instead, he just says, “Goldman listed off several other offenses against Jack Aldridge. Among the list he has been missing deadlines, fails to comm