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âThis has got to be a nightmare,â I murmured under my breath as I entered the reception hall through the revolving doors.More than a dozen of my work colleagues stood in a half-circle, smiling at my ex-boyfriend who happily paraded handing out invitations to his wedding. Everyone congratulated him, boosting his already overgrown ego. He was dressed up in a gray tailor-made suit way above his pay grade. His face was perfectly shaved, his ash-blond hair combed up, and even his nails were perfectly polished. Certainly, this change of façade was courtesy of his awfully rich fiancĂŠe. If I had loathed that man before, now my disgust had increased by a thousand percent.Cursing under my breath, I slowly moved to the right side of the hall, trying to sneak out of the well-lit spot before that bastard noticed me. The last thing I wanted was for him to gloatââJosie!â he drawled my name as if he were announcing another round of a boxing match. Well, that wasn't far from the truth. We had been d
No, no, no, no, no! This couldn't be happening! I had no savings! I was still trying to pay off my father's debt, and this job was all I had!Panic bubbled inside me, threatening to erupt in the ugliest way possible, but I forced myself to breathe. I needed to focus. There had to be a way out of this situation. This couldn't be the end for us⌠could it?Mancy took off her red-rimmed glasses and pinched the bridge of her nose. âThey expect us to clean up our desks and return the passes and company equipment by noon,â she said, her voice shaking.Martin jerked up from his seat, his hands fisting. âThis new CEO can't do this to us! We've done nothing wrong!ââActually, he can, and he did.â Kei stepped toward him, a dry smile twisting his lips. âThe new CEO decided we're not needed here. That's it. We should just⌠pack.âI wished I could argue with what he said, but we all knew the truth. Our work in that department was almost completely useless, and our reports had been rarely taken into
âWhat a fucking jerk!â Ashley growled, grabbing one of the colorful vodka shots from the table and pouring it down her throat.I had no strength left to support her rage. We were sitting by the kitchen table in her apartment, more than a dozen little glasses prepared to soothe our nerves in one of the least healthy ways possible. My fingers slid around the rim of the glass as I numbly stared down at my liquor. I wished the alcohol could solve my problems or at least dull my restlessness. It didn't. I had rarely drunk strong liquor, and by now, I should have been hiccupping and laughing like a happy idiot, but after emptying six shots, I remained irritatingly sober.Our team had bravely accepted the CEO's challenge. We had tried, we truly had, and we failed⌠miserably. This was an impossible task, and we had known it from the beginning. The CEO must have known that too. He had never wanted to give us a chance. He taunted us⌠âArrogant bastard!â Ashley continued, reaching for another g
âSo, where is your highly irresponsible boyfriend?â Killian's gaze was intense enough to drill inside my head.I sucked in a sharp breath. âHe couldn't make it.ââSuch a shame.â Amusement danced on his lips as he stepped closer. âBut are we truly talking about your boyfriend? Or a meaningless date?âWhat kind of a game was that? And what was he trying to achieve? I ground my teeth. âDoes it matter?âHe breathed out a chuckle. âI suppose it doesn't as long as he's not here.â I forced myself still as he studied me. âMay I know your name?âAir escaped my lungs, but my mind warned me I shouldn't feel relieved. This might have been a trick. Still, just in case, it was safer to lie.âMy name isâââJosephine!âI cursed under my breath hearing Ashley's voice behind me.âThere you are!âShit. She must have noticed me but didn't realize who I was talking to. If I let her come here, things could only turn from bad to worse!âMy friend is looking for me.â I gave Killian a nervous smile. âI need to
Two hours later, I still tried to process what had happened. Restlessness held me tightly in its clutches, and I found myself constantly looking over my shoulder as if expecting Killian to jump out and reveal his true, entirely wicked reason for helping me. His whispered words kept ringing in my mind, triggering icy shivers. What did he want from me? Did he know who I was?I shook my head, chasing away the horror-like scenarios my mind eagerly provided. I couldn't let myself drown in an unreasonable fear. I was sitting with my friends, sipping expensive wine, and enjoying delicious food. I could only taste these luxuries until the end of the cruise, and I promised myself not to spoil my time thinking about the nightmares from my past. Fortunately, Dylan decided to keep his distance from me just in case I truly turned out to be somehow involved with Killian Blair. Of course, he wouldn't be the only one wondering. From the moment Killian called me his âdate,â I had been watched by count
I barely remember how I got through the day. A thick layer of anxiety coated every inch of my body as my mind eagerly provided thriller-movie-worthy scenarios. I was on the freaking tabloid cover. Fine, my face was barely recognizable, and my identity was still unknown to the reporters⌠but what if someone found out?âWhy would anyone care about a nobody like me?â I laughed, trying to mock my restlessness. Unfortunately, my nerves didn't disappear even as the night came, forcing me to toss and turn for long hours before I finally drifted into blissful unawareness.The doorbell sound pierced through my sleep. I groaned and rolled to the other side of the bed, determined to ignore it, but it rang again and again, forcing me awake. Cursing under my breath, I willed my eyes open and dragged myself out of bed.âSomeone's at the door!â I called out, hoping that one of the twins would open it.The bell rang again, and the banging on the door followed. Groaning, I stumbled out of my bedroom an
KILLIANâIt's open!â I called out through the corridor before entering my study.I heard the faint squeak as the door opened and closed, and I didn't have to look over my shoulder to know that Tony followed me, a bottle of scotch in hand. It was nearly our ritual to drink in my penthouse whenever things went bad, and tonight I had a perfect reason to drink.I stopped in front of my three-piece suite and gestured at him to sit on the sofa while I grabbed two glasses from the cabinet. When I returned, Tony had the bottle opened and ready to fill the glasses with amber liquor. I slumped onto the chair in front of him and pinched the bridge of my nose.âThat bad?â Tony chuckled, handing me my glass.âMy father is planning my slow and painful death as we speak,â I muttered before drawing a sip. âI promised him no more scandals.âTony's lips formed a crooked smile. âHugging a girl can hardly be called a scandal. I'd say it's your most decent picture I've seen in tabloids.âI gave him a look.
Josephine Clairmont. I should have never allowed myself to forget that name. I had never been the one who tormented the weak. I had made Josephine Clairmont my exception. Perhaps I should have been wiser, more mature, more lenient, but I just couldn't make myself forgive someone who had helped my mother get rid of my first love.If she hadn't turned out to be a greedy bitch and she had kept her mouth shut, maybe I would have grown up to be a different man. Not that cold and heartless. Would my relationship with Estelle have lasted? Well, that was something I would never be able to find out, and I had the innocent-looking Josie to blame for it.I still wondered how much my mother paid her for spying on me. Judging by her current financial situation, destroying my first relationship hadn't gotten her enough. The fact that she might have sold the information for a drastically low price infuriated me even more.As the years went by, I realized that the simple schoolgirl couldn't have know