ELOISE Once Jenna disappeared into her room, it all sank in. I was left feeling torn—disappointed and doubting if I could keep faking it. Right when I was going to ignore those personal things about Adam, something would stop me and make me overthink. This just made me even more confused about what I wanted. I couldn’t shake the image of Adam from my mind… mostly his cock. Yeah, that, along with his killer abs and confident stance on the balcony, was imprinted in my memory and the mind-blowing thing I learned today. It was all just a big mess. Chase’s presence beside me suddenly felt like an anchor in the storm, but even he couldn’t shield me from the battle swirling in my head. I glanced at him, searching for some veneer of certainty or reassurance, but his expression mirrored my anxiety. “Maybe you’re right.” The words escaped my lips in a whisper, barely audible over the pounding of my heart. “About what?” Chase asked. “I was too gullible because that’s exactly what he’s afte
ELOISE Chase picked me up at six in front of my house, as promised. The Sebastian estate was on Long Island, so we had plenty of time to talk as we rode. I briefly told him about my arrangement with Adam. “Are you out of your mind?” Chase glanced at me, then focused on the road. “I would be crazier if I agreed to marry the asshole my father wants me to marry.” “There has to be another way.” “There was no other way back then. You know my dad. You almost lost your college scholarship because you were my boyfriend. He threatened to ruin Zoey’s parents’ lives. I don’t know how, but I believe he could. He has connections, and he’s trying to expand them even further now.” I barely escaped the viscount’s clutches. He only left me alone because he had Malcolm. He kept me in New York because the Cunninghams were ashamed of me, and I only realized that now upon meeting my grandmother. “Yes, I remember. The dean actually sent me an email, and I couldn’t believe it. I had 4.0 GPAs and was
ELOISEAdam sat very close to me while Blaire and Chase were talking.“Why didn’t you say you were still coming here? You didn't wear the dress I sent you,” he hissed.“I thought you’d want me here, and I prefer what I'm wearing, thank you,” I said in a whisper. He stayed silent all week, not even bothering to reply to my text.He let out a heavy sigh and loosened his tie a bit, although he scanned me from head to toe again. “Well, you look ravishing, and of course I want you here. I invited you, but you came with Chase. Why is that?”“Should I have that checked with you first?”His brows furrowed. “Stop firing questions at me.”“I’m answering you.”“Are you angry at me?”I hesitated; a beat passed. “No.”“Of course you are.”“Wait, I need your permission for that, too?”A muscle in his jaw ticked, and he moved closer. His hand then ran over my thigh and slipped inside my dress. He caressed me there, his expert fingers kneading me, and I instantly felt the rush, almost moaning.“So yo
ELOISE The only problem was that I didn’t know how to leave this private remote estate. But just when I thought I hadn’t been noticed, Chase had to spot me. “Eloise?” What should I do now? Should I come up with an excuse? Should I explain why I was leaving? I should just go. I quickened my pace and continued walking, trusting my instincts. “Hey, El!” I pretended not to hear and quickened my pace. The door was already in sight. “I told you to stop.” He grabbed my hand and spun me around. “I shouldn’t have come here. I should’ve trusted my instincts.” “So you’re just going to walk away?” I tried to pull my hand back, but his grip only tightened. “If you won’t help me, let me leave.” “At this hour? It’s nearly midnight. I brought you here, so we’re leaving together.” I took a deep breath and managed to calm down. “Can we go back now?” “Before we do that, tell me what’s wrong. Is it Blaire? I saw her followed you.” “Who is she?” I shook my head in disappointment, then raised
ELOISE “Who is Adrianna to you, then? I heard the rumors.” "Is that how you see me, Eloise? I may be many things, dark even, but I'm not that bad." “And Blaire?” I asked, my voice trembling. “Blaire is here because she’s invited." I took a deep breath, gathering my courage. “Then who is she? Can’t you tell me that too? But you can’t, of course. Meddling in our private affairs is not part of our deal.” “She's a family friend. Oh, screw the deal. You need to be fucked.” I gasped. I couldn’t think of anything to say. He pressed his lips on mine, hard and calculating. His kiss was intense, demanding as if seeking to devour me whole, and I surrendered to the overwhelming sensation, losing myself in the heat of the moment, but I pushed his chest a little while I still dared to ask. “What? Here?” “Why not?” His hands roamed my body again with a possessive urgency. I moaned softly against his lips as his fingers deftly traced the curves of my body. I swallowed hard. It was too muc
ELOISE The weekend stretched before me, but then I ended up feeling down. The roughness of the sex, the lingering regret in my chest, and our conversation replaying in my thoughts. I stayed locked inside my house, binge-watching a series with complicated storylines I couldn’t understand. The characters on the screen moved through their lives with a purpose and direction I wanted to relate to, but I remained trapped in a state of darkness, trying to figure out what to do next. I also listened to pop music that provided comfort and convinced myself I was okay. But when a sad song played, my heart felt like it was being torn apart again. I grabbed the vanilla ice cream from the coffee table and scooped spoonfuls while zoning out to the TV. Jenna was beside me, going on and on about this guy Rover she just met. I nodded absentmindedly, barely hearing what she said as I tried to make the ache in my chest disappear. “Hey, are you even listening?” “Of course, but how long will you keep
ELOISEFurious, I decided to take a break from my daily tasks and headed to Sebastian Tower during lunchtime. The reason for my frustration was my colleagues’ constant gossip, speculating about how I had won over a Sebastian. They were also questioning why I’d refused that we were seeing each other the first time. I’d only managed to avoid running into Zoey or Chase because they’d make a big deal of it again. I rushed to Adam’s floor, and since the lobby was empty, I decided to just confront him. “Can you explain why—” I came to a halt, causing six pairs of eyes to shift towards me, with Adam positioned at the forefront. “Eloise,” he said, acknowledging my presence. “Oh, I’m... I’m really sorry. I wasn’t aware that you were, um, forget it.” I took a step back and promptly shut the door behind me. I waited until Adam’s meeting was over. I couldn’t believe he had taken such a monumental step without consulting me first. It felt like he was dictating the course of our already weird
ELOISE Adam paused for a moment as if gathering his thoughts before continuing. He then opened the black folder, showing me photos, documents, and notes. “There were discrepancies in the official report of your brother’s accident. The timeline didn’t match the eyewitness statements, but, oddly, no one lives about five kilometers from where his car was hit by a truck, and there were unexplained financial transactions from his bank accounts, except for one.” I leaned forward, my interest piqued. “What transactions?” Adam flipped through the documents, stopping at a page with highlighted bank statements. “Large sums of money were moved to offshore accounts, and some of them traced back to Callum, conforming them as he was his uncle. It’s not concrete evidence, but it’s suspicious. But do you know what else is strange?” “That you think Callum was involved in Malcolm’s death?” That was possible. Callum could do it, but only without my dad knowing. “And there’s more to it. The aut