I get Melody to school late, but not as late as yesterday, and weirdly, the stars must have aligned to present me with no traffic between her school and work. Meaning I walk through the doors with only a five-minute tardiness to my name today.Cassidy's there, of course, sitting with Hannah as she stares at the doors waiting for—me. She stands immediately at my presence, looking down only briefly at the watch on her otherwise bare wrist. She's dressed in a dress today, something that I believe Melody owns, a pinafore; I do think it's called.It's black and hugs her curves... her breasts, those hips.Clinging its way down to her tight adorned legs that seem to last forever with the aid of those stilettos. She clears her throat, bringing me crashing down to reality. "You have the code, no? Why are you waiting for me down here again?" I ask angrily, my night's lack of sleep still making me cranky. Or is it the fact I was just caught checking her out?"That is not my office; I'm a temp
Sebastian After a further twenty minutes, we were stuck, and at some point, I realised the lights had gone up, and I knew we were in the home stretch to escaping out of here unscathed. Neither of us spoke after my revelation, but that only led to time to think over the horrors of how quickly I spilt my guts. And how quickly I allowed myself to touch the woman I was now seemingly fawning over. Roger was there, opening the lift with a specially designed crowbar on the twenty-first floor; I peeked outside. Looking with relief to find the offices empty as I allowed myself a moment of resignation that perhaps I really and honestly didn't want nor need Cassidy working alongside me. Self-preservation, I think sourly. I've never had to explain that Beth's dead to anyone at work before; after all, they've all worked here alongside me for long enough to know about that particular train wreck time in my life. But things are different under my father. His turnaround of staff is as if
"Seb, shall we take her to the treehouse?" She had asked me. "Mhmm," I agreed, knowing this would make her happy. But despite remembering the day from the photo, my mind does something confronting. One minute, I remember Beth and how happy I was to be basking in her attention, and the next, I remember holding Cassidy's cheek in the lift. Her dimple against my palm, her laugh making my inside squeeze as she laughs at me counting sheep. "Why are you counting sheep?" She asks me, confused, humour in her voice. My breath shudders through my chest, my confusion and unhappiness mixing with... hope. Fuck! It's been eight minutes; the clock enlightens me of that, and I know I must leave and enter the meeting waiting for me to begin. But I take a further two minutes to myself. She's perched outside on the desk that was my PA's, waiting for me as I open the door. I had hoped she would be entertaining my first client, but I realised with horror that Josh was my first meeting. "So you mus
Sebastian"Cassidy," I mutter her name as emotion chokes me. I don't know my up from down to right to left, only the need to ensure she knows I wasn't rolling my eyes at her, moreover reacting to my idiot best friend who isn't helping this situation I found myself thrust into at the deep end. "I'd like to go home," she interrupts my thoughts, making me frown as I realise that I've truly upset her more profoundly than I thought I could."I'm sorry—," I mumble as she stands before me, turning her back to me to open the door, her hand holding onto the handle as if fighting with something inside herself."Look, I don't want to be here as much as it seems you don't want me here. I liked my job and pay over at Tower One. And it was certainly less eventful, but I have my instructions, and I've been made to take a cut and fall back into being a lowly personal assistant.""My father made you take a pay cut to serve as my PA?" I ask, angered. Standing to cage her in, her body heat tantalising
SebastianThat next day, I presumed I'd walk into work without a PA, readying myself for losing the enigma that was Cassidy.Honestly, I had no clue why I had been acting the way I had; my mother brought me up with more manners.She vied to teach me that women were worth their weight in gold, something my father never upheld, though they have been married for more than thirty years, so he must do something right.Cassidy humours me, sticking around for the remainder of the week as I ensure I'm on my best fucking behaviour as I vow not to put that look of desolation upon her features again.But that doesn't mean she doesn't make any excuse she can think of not to spend time with me.Gone is the willing PA vying for my attention, and in her place is a woman that keeps her fucking face down on the laptop that doesn't present the amount of work that she leads me to believe she's completing.I should be happy with the lack of attentiveness and the reprieve she's given me regarding her comp
SebastianCassidy isn't impressed that I turn up at her home address without prior permission as I take it upon myself to ensure she attends this dang fucking conference alongside me as my PA.Perhaps I should have accepted her warning, backed off and allowed her to remain stoic and at a far distance from myself, but then again, I always was one for self-sabotage, it seems.She's shocked as she opens the door to her tiny flat, where I stand on the doorstep under the small archway that shelters her door, much like my porch does."Sebast—, Mr King," she greets me with shock, her eyes bulging in her face as her eyes rove down my now jeans and jumper-adorned body.She told me that she wasn't coming, and she refused to entertain it, but this is part and parcel of her job description as my PA, and I'll be damned if I leave her at home. "Have you packed? We need to leave," I admit quickly, looking to the car I've kept running to keep it warm for her. It's raining, you see, chucking it down,
SebastianI want to say the journey down into London was anything but anxiety-inducing, but it seems we've lost the ability to talk as we both avoided each other gazes.The car was stifling hot despite me tinkering with the air temp multiple times, yet it was still raining, so I couldn't open the window for fear the inside of the car would get spoilt with the rain.Even so, it's not an hour later that I'm pulling up outside the Hilton, piquing her interest with how upmarket the hotel is that we're staying at, most likely. That's my summary, anyway.Her eyes have been alight with want for a while, drinking in the sights as I drive the scenic route into London.The sky rise buildings, the Thames, and all that's surrounding it like that giant wheel and the Houses of Parliament.I doubt she's ever been to London, not with how interested she truly is in her surroundings. Back to the hotel. It's upmarket and one of the most expensive places to stay around here. Trust me, it wasn't my first
Cassidy Dinner is a tense affair I couldn't care less to be taking part in, but here I am because Sebastian's father deemed it necessary that I play a part in his charade of making Sebastian move on from his wife... his deceased wife.And I'm guessing the lack of room for me is just another of his ruthless decisions. Why am I playing this game?Why am I taking part in the goings on with the King mens games where one man is lording his wads of cash and the other is none the wiser to the quite frankly upsetting behaviour of his father?Well, unfortunately, I'm just a chess piece in their game.One threatened to sack me and make me unemployable if I didn't follow his command. The other does things to me that no other man than my late husband could do. Yet, in the same instance, he's so cold that it upsets me.Of course, I get precisely why he's like that. I've been there myself; I'm still there. Deep in the mix of not knowing what to do with my life after losing Derek to no fault of