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
Ethan “Did you figure out how the fight got started yesterday?” I ask as I enter the office. Ryan sits behind my desk, typing away at the keyboard. He barely acknowledges me, his eyes narrowed on the screens in front of him. I’d tasked Ryan with finding the start of the fight and the reason for
Fiona After I send the congratulatory email off to the staff of the month, my phone rings. Not my office phone but my cell phone which is unusual. I don’t get a lot of calls from anyone other than Isla, and she wouldn’t call me at work like this. “Hello?” “Fiona Kate Bowen!” I yank the phone a
Would I be better off without him in my life? As a little girl, I always thought he’d be there for me, but the realization that he doesn’t want anything except my money makes the crack in my chest deepen. The nail that’s been hammered at every time he hurt me going deeper and deeper until it final
Ethan Normal people would probably worry about holding their woman in their office while she cries, but I’m not normal. Neither is our relationship. She shifts her head, slightly pulling my collar with the movement. “Her tears are staining your shirt,” my wolf growls, his anger mirroring the r
Fiona Silently, I shovel the scrambled eggs I’d just finished making onto two plates; one for me and one for Ethan. No matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t get him to give me more information on his trip. Even after sleeping together and watching a movie, he wouldn’t spill any more information than
“Aaah!” I cry out, the sensation too much as I slump forward onto the counter. “That’s right, Fiona. Let me take care of you,” Ethan murmurs, pulling back and sliding into me again. The hand at my clit speeds up as he presses me into the counter, pounding faster and faster into me. “I. Will. Be.
Ethan Leaving Fiona was more difficult than I thought. I had to force myself not to look back when I left my house because those sad eyes would’ve convinced me to stay. It’s something I couldn’t do even if I wanted to stay with her. “Because she’s our mate,” my wolf points out. “No. I’ve just
“Fiona,” he greets as I step off the elevator. I offer my best smile, but even I can tell it’s not as genuine as it usually is. “What did you find?” I ask as soon as we make it into his office. “The lab sent back the forged signature as well as your samples. They wrote an official letter stating
Fiona Grabbing my bag, I make my way to the elevator. I chance one more glimpse at Ethan’s office, but it’s still empty. He didn’t come back after the meeting, and I didn’t look for him. We both need time to assess the situation in order to make the correct decisions. No matter how much my heart
How can he make a claim like that if he’s going to marry someone else? He can’t have it both ways. It’s either me or her, and he has more to gain and less to lose if he’s with her. Closing my eyes, I pull back. Unlike Chris, the wolf lets me pull away. His fingers linger for a moment, but when I
Fiona I noticed almost immediately that there was something different about Ethan, but I didn’t expect the wolf to take over Ethan’s body. Did he think Chris was going to take me away? I mean, for a second, I thought Chris wouldn’t let go. It freaked me out how Chris grabbed me and got so close.
Ethan “Al- Mr. Montgomery, there’s an issue in the meeting room. Fiona is talking with a man, and he’s being—” “Being what? Is she alright?” “I think so, but he got really close and pushy—” Before she can finish, I leave her and Ryan in my office. If someone put their hands on my mate, they’
He’s too close. “It’s good,” I half-lie. “There are a lot of nice people here and the work is good too. It keeps me busy but not overwhelmed.” It’s not the work that’s overwhelming. Honestly, the work is helping me calm down a bit. It’s everything other than work that is stressing me out, but I
Fiona Rubbing my tired and burning eyes, I walk into the meeting room. Not only does the box of meeting papers feel heavy in my arms, but my body itself feels like it has fifty extra pounds on it. Ever since I woke up late this morning with a raging headache and an aching body, I’ve been dragging.
“I know, but—” “And he’s going to do it?! He’s going to marry this girl?” “Could you let me finish a sentence please?” I ask, fighting back the rising tears. You are not weak, Fiona. You’re strong and competent. You are not unworthy of love. I repeat the chants in my head and push back
Fiona Like I had planned, I keep to myself for the rest of the day. Angela’s words echo in my mind no matter what I do. Work, music, humming to myself, thinking about my mother’s money going to a jerk like Jack; nothing helps relieve the deep ache that is currently digging into my heart and creati