Ethan I stare at the black computer screen, my reflection looking directly back at me. Fiona works silently at her desk, refusing to look at or even speak to me unless absolutely necessary. It’s my fault, too. As soon as I caught her scent outside the office last night, I should’ve ended the c
I hate the look of hesitation and fear that already cemented itself on her face. This meeting could only make things worse before they get better, if they get better. I wouldn’t blame Fiona for wanting to leave after she’s heard what my father thinks of her. “She’s anxious,” my wolf growls. “They
Ethan Angela chatters, talking as if we’re already lovers as she eats her little salad. My wolf revolts in my mind, nearly pushing through the defenses I’ve built to keep him at bay. “Moving to the Silverclaw Pack will be difficult but my parents are close enough that I can visit, and besides, i
The conversation in his office seemed heated, and because the door was closed, I couldn’t hear much. All I know is that Ethan’s parents and the other couple were not happy with him, and that the unknown couple threatened to cut ties with Ethan’s Pack. They argued loudly, sometimes loud enough for
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
“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 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.
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
“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