MAISIEDon was at the counter, focused on chopping green onions. Cooking wasn’t a task I assigned to him, he just enjoyed it. It was how he passed the time. Like father like son.My mind drifted back to my conversation with Jason in the car earlier. I hadn’t said a word. In a way, he was right… Don would uncover the truth sooner or later, whether we told him or not. Some things were simply inevitable.“Have you been with Miriam then your babysitter all day?” I asked, slipping into one of the chairs at the kitchen island.“Almost,” he replied, not looking up from his work. “Mr. Harding invited me to have lunch at his place.”I studied him, wondering what he really thought of Jason. Don was never one to judge people on the surface, but he was careful. Very careful about who he let in.“How do you find Jason?” I asked, treading carefully. “I mean… I think he’s a good person. What about you?”He paused for a moment as if weighing his words, then resumed chopping. “I appreciate that he tak
MAISIEI crossed the street. The cool night air brushed against my skin as I approached Jason’s house. Just as I raised my hand to knock, the door swung open.I froze with my fingers still suspended in the air.Jason grabbed me by the wrist before I could respond, pulled me inside, and swiftly shut the door behind us.My back pressed against the wood as he held me there, his grip firm yet familiar.My breath hitched. Not in fear, but in surprise.It took only seconds for the confusion to fade, replaced by something warmer. Nostalgia. Yearning.We had only been apart for a few hours, yet it had felt like an eternity.“You were waiting for me?” I asked barely above a whisper.His answer was a small nod, enough to make me smile. I loved his honesty, especially when it came to moments like this.I had come with a hundred things I wanted to talk about, thoughts that had been racing through my mind all evening. But now, standing here with him so close, every single one of them faded away.I
MAISIEI closed my eyes, absorbing everything he wasn’t saying.Emotions, love, heartbeats… they were the things that reminded us we were still alive. Proof that even after pain, there was healing. That even after loss, there was something worth finding again.We lived through things we never wanted. We got things we never deserved. And we spent so much of our lives asking: did we truly need all that suffering just to learn? Or did we simply dream too much and forget that reality doesn’t know mercy?We spend more time living inside our heads than we ever did outside of them.We live life not just in length but in depth, enduring it with patience, silence, and quiet resilience. And when they told us to walk away from what hurt us, we found that pain had already settled deep within our hearts, refusing to be left behind.It wasn’t weakness.We simply reached a point where we had no energy left to fight. Our hearts had been emptied, our emotions stretched thin, yet we carried on.If some
MAISIEJason sighed, pulling me until I rested on his chest. The warmth of his body seeped through my clothes, creating a cocoon of comfort I'd been craving all day."It's difficult for me to stay calm when I see the same patterns repeating themselves.” His voice carried a hint of frustration that made me want to smooth the worry lines from his forehead."There are so many things I need to whisper to you," he murmured while tracing idle patterns on my back. "Things I need to say before they slip away."His words transported me back to that night in his suite… the way he kissed me on his desk, the fire that burned between us.The memory still made my heart race, still brought color to my cheeks."Care for an oral exam, Principal?" I teased, borrowing his term.Jason’s lips curved into a slow, knowing smile, transforming his handsome features into something irresistible.The way his eyes crinkled at the corners never failed to make my breath catch."You’re using my own words against me
MAISIEI jolted awake the next morning and my eyes flew to the clock on my nightstand. The glaring red numbers mocked me mercilessly, I was a full hour late for work."Not again!" I groaned, throwing back the covers.I decided to get a little more sleep after returning from Jason's house before dawn but I overslept.The cool morning air hit my skin, sending goosebumps racing across my arms.The emptiness of the house felt particularly acute. Don had already left for school with Jason before I'd even opened my eyes. He had told me this morning what he intended to do.The thought of them spending their mornings together twisted something inside me—a complicated knot of emotions I couldn't quite untangle.My morning routine collapsed into a frantic blur. No time for breakfast, barely enough for a hasty shower.I pulled clothes from my closet without much thought to coordination, my mind already racing through the excuses I'd need to offer my boss."Why didn't my alarm go off?" I muttered
MAISIEThe drive home passed in a blur of anticipation. Once inside, I rushed through a shower, the hot water barely having time to warm my skin before I was out again, wrapped in a towel and attacking my hair with a straightener."What to wear, what to wear," I muttered, flinging open my closet doors. The contents seemed woefully inadequate for the occasion. Nothing felt right—too casual, too formal, too boring, too much.I grabbed my phone, dialing Miriam’s number. The call went straight to voicemail."Seriously, Miriam? The one time I actually need fashion advice!" I tossed the phone on my bed in frustration.After thirty minutes of indecision, I finally settled on an off-white sequined maxi dress with a daring mid-thigh slit. The fabric caught the light with every movement, creating a subtle shimmer effect that felt both elegant and alluring.I opted for a neutral lip color rather than my usual dark shade, wanting to project softness tonight. The golden heels waited by my dresser
MAISIEThe sudden protectiveness in Jason’s gesture both intrigued and concerned me. His jaw tightened, and his hand moved toward the door handle as if he was ready to step out of the car.I could feel the tension radiating from him, sharp and electric as he prepared to leave.“Where are you going?” I reached out, grabbing his arm firmly. The thought of our perfect evening being derailed before it even began made my stomach knot with anxiety.“I just want to say hello to him.” His voice was low and controlled with his gaze flicking toward the car beside us.“No saying hi tonight,” I insisted, keeping my grip on his arm. “It’s our first date, and I don’t want anything or anyone spoiling your mood.”The traffic light turned green just as I finished speaking, and the cars around us began to move forward.Jason hesitated for a moment, his fingers lingering on the handle before he finally let go and returned his hand to the steering wheel.The moment of confrontation passed, but the tensio
"I mean, I like his work not him personally." I quickly wiped imaginary dust from Jason's shoulder, feeling his cold glance boring into me.The tension between us thickened as I nervously swallowed, my throat suddenly dry.Jason's jaw tightened almost imperceptibly—a subtle tell I was beginning to recognize whenever something displeased him."Never mind," his attention drifted to the screen. "I've been used to letting a lot go since I realized you had something in you. Unpredictability, spontaneity, and embarrassment are the most trivial things."His words were laced with an implication I couldn't quite grasp. What a strangely vain statement. And what exactly did he mean by "overlooking so much"?"And what is the relationship between my spontaneity and my shyness?" I pulled back slightly, curiosity overriding my momentary discomfort.Jason rested his hand on the arm of the seat, his posture relaxed despite the intensity in his eyes. "The connection is that you do things or say things
MAISIEI wiped away the tear that had rolled down my cheek and turned off the microphone. Looking up, I took a deep breath, trying to compose myself.Being an emotional person with so many feelings can be absolute torture sometimes.I gasped when the door suddenly opened only to sigh with relief upon seeing Jason standing there.My coat hung casually over one shoulder, my bag dangling from his hand."Are you done?" I asked, walking toward him."I finished seconds before you spoke on the microphone," he admitted. "I was listening to your words while I was in the corridor."Mentally reviewing everything I'd just said, I felt a wave of embarrassment wash over me. Damn the alcohol for loosening my tongue!"Did I say too much?" I asked, my cheeks warming.Jason lifted my coat, holding it open for me to slip my arms through."No," he said softly. "And you know what? I won't hate him even if he despises me to my core. I'll protect him and always stand by his side, even against his will. I'll
MAISIE"I’ve learned to control myself even more when you're with me," Jason murmured, turning his chair to face the computer.His fingers resumed their effortless dance across the keyboard, yet his thoughts were nowhere near the screen. "It feels like my soul is constantly on the verge of escaping, rushing toward you. No matter how much I look at you, it never feels like enough. I memorize the way you move, the way you sit in stillness. Every little detail of you pulls me in, and my heart beats in sync with your smile."He exhaled softly. "I love you so deeply, so fiercely, that I have to hold myself back. Because if I don’t… I might lose myself entirely."If I had to name what we shared, I'd call it a safe relationship. I'd found myself in the hands of a man who saw beyond my physical form, who cherished the essence of who I was.In this era dominated by cravings and instant gratification, the worst thing that could happen would be surrendering to those shallow expectations and beco
MAISIEJason propped his chin in one hand while his fingers danced across the keyboard."Outrageously beautiful!" He glanced at me from the corner of his eye.I placed my foot on one arm of his chair and pulled my hair back with deliberate slowness. The silky strands slipped through my fingers as I held his gaze."Doesn't my outrageous beauty make you feel anything?" My voice came out huskier than intended, betraying my nervousness."Something like what?" He threw his weight on the back of his chair and placed his warm hand on my leg.His touch sent electricity through my skin, making it difficult to maintain my composure.I bit my lower lip, hesitating for several seconds while gathering my courage. The office suddenly felt too warm, too intimate."Jason... do I not excite you?" The words tumbled out before I could reconsider.His eyebrows rose slightly as he began stroking my leg with gentle, circular motions.My heart hammered against my ribs, and confusion clouded my thoughts."Do
MAISIE"What about Don?" Jason quirked an eyebrow, sliding his hands into his pockets elegantly.The realization hit me. Don! How could I forget?I slumped back into my seat dramatically, resting my forehead on the cool surface of the table."I really wanted to go with you," I mumbled, frustration evident in my voice. Something inside me yearned to be near him, like a magnetic pull I couldn't explain or resist.Miriam's gentle hand patted my head. "What kind of friend would I be if I didn't help you get what you want?"I lifted my head, confusion written across my face. "What do you mean?""The audio equipment is rented for today only," Miriam explained, leaning closer with a conspiratorial gleam. "I need to return everything before ten tonight. I'll tell Don he needs to help me because Nathan has a headache. We'll take our time, maybe drive around a bit before I drop him off. You just need to be back before we return.""I don't have a headache!" Nathan protested.Miriam shot him a wa
MAISIEThe atmosphere between the two tables instantly chilled.Klay stood up, his posture rigid with barely contained anger."Follow me!" he commanded Dame:But Dame merely smiled provocatively. "Why?"Her defiance visibly increased his anger. He fixed her with a penetrating stare and said through clenched teeth, "Why?...""Should I care about your anger?" she challenged, lifting her chin.I swallowed nervously, watching the tension escalate between them. I'd never seen this side of their relationship before."Shut your fucking mouth and stand up fast!" Klay growled. His usual composure was completely shattered.Dame matched his intensity with a withering glare. "Stop cursing! You're not the only one who can do that, you ugly motherfucker!"Professor Hunt placed a calming hand on her shoulder. "Wait, Dame... calm down."Klay's gaze zeroed in on the professor's hand like a laser sight. "Get your hand off her!"I looked at Miriam nervously, and she returned the same anxious glance.The
MAISIEI stopped at the door of Nathan's office when I got there. I peered in and saw Jason deeply absorbed in going over some papers, his face furrowed.I knocked softly on the doorframe and adopted a playfully formal tone. "Will you let me in, Principal Harding?" I teased, referencing his serious demeanor.He looked up with his expression immediately softening into a smile. "Come in."I stepped inside before closing the door behind me with a gentle click.Making my way across the room, I settled into the chair across from him while he returned his attention to the papers in his hands."I got you a surprise!" I announced, holding up the plate with a flourish."Surprise, is it a piece of cake?" he replied without looking up, though I could detect a hint of amusement in his voice.I raised my index finger dramatically as if making an important point. "Wrong, it's not just any cake... it's chocolate cake!"His eyes remained fixed on the documents before him. "No, thank you."Disappointm
MAISIEJason stopped briefly to get a bottle of wine on the way to Nathan's place. I was astonished by the label when he came back to the car and gave it to me."You didn't have to!" I exclaimed, examining the expensive bottle."It's not in my nature to arrive empty-handed, butterfly."When we arrived at Nathan's place, I carefully balanced both gifts in my arms as we got out of the car. Even from outside, I could hear Miriam's voice through speakers singing the birthday song.She had mentioned planning something special, but knowing Miriam, I expected something much wilder than whatever was happening here.We made our way directly to the back garden, where the celebration was taking place. As soon as Miriam spotted us, she set down her microphone on the table where Nathan sat and jogged over to greet us.She looked stunning in a modern black dress that showed off her legs with her hair pulled back in a ponytail.The garden around us was beautifully decorated in white, creating an atm
MAISIEJason didn't follow—perhaps he knew better than to try.I tried to concentrate on wrapping Nathan's present that had finally arrived, but my hands were shaking too much to fold neatly or tie the right ribbons.The sound of an ambulance arriving next door kept drawing my attention away from my task. The sirens wailed, cutting through the evening quiet like a harsh reminder of what had just transpired.I'm not saying Jared didn't deserve consequences for his actions. He had caused immeasurable pain with his interference in our lives yet did he deserve to be injured badly enough to need emergency medical attention?The question troubled me, even as I struggled with ribbon and tape that refused to cooperate with my shaking fingers."Stop giving people second chances they don't deserve, Maisie. It's maturity to accept that no good can come from some people!" Jason's words echoed in my mind.Perhaps he was right. Perhaps no good could ever come from Jared. However, the violence I'd w
MAISIEMy heart pounded against my ribs as I followed them. I knew what was coming: violence, pain, and more fuel for the cycle of hatred that seemed inescapable between these brothers.I hurried down the path to Jason's house, my footsteps quick but hesitant. The front door stood open, swinging slightly in the evening breeze, and I could hear crashes coming from inside. Furniture being overturned, glass breaking.I paused at the threshold with my hand gripping the doorframe. Did I really want to witness this?A particularly loud shatter from the living room made my decision for me. I stepped inside, drawn by concern despite my better judgment.The scene that greeted me was chaos. Jason stood in the center of his once-pristine living room, unwinding his silk tie from around his bloodied knuckles. His breathing was measured but heavy, like a predator conserving energy between attacks.The white shirt beneath his suit jacket was now spattered with crimson droplets."All my troubles bega