MAISIEI took one last long drag off the slender cigarette, savoring the harsh smoke filling my lungs before crushing the butt under my knee-high leather boot. Smoking's a filthy habit, I know, but it helps take the edge off after long days like this.Once inside, I flopped down on the living room couch and pulled out my laptop to power through those property listings that needed reviewing before tomorrow morning's meeting with the new clients. Ugh, more late nights at the office...when will it end?The next day, I rushed to drop Donovan off at the private middle school he attends before booking it downtown to the office. Despite promising myself I'd cut back on overtime this month, I ended up spending the entire day buried under mountains of paperwork, contracts and prepping for our company's big 50th anniversary party happening tomorrow night.It's supposed to be a hugely important event that could make or break some major new partnerships and investment deals we've been busting our
Maisie'Shit, have I said something highly inappropriate that he took offense to?'After a beat of tense silence that felt like it stretched on forever, Mr. Woods finally answered in a clipped tone, "I expect you to be present for the entire duration of the event tomorrow night. From start to finish. No exceptions." His expression was hard, leaving no room for argument. "Was that understood?"I felt myself shrink a little under his intense gaze. Swallowing hard, I just nodded meekly and mumbled, "Yes, I understood, Mr. Woods."The elevator came to a stop with a soft ding and the doors slid open.Not wanting to piss him off any more than I already had, I gave him a polite little bow and hurried out ahead of him without another word.Once I was finally outside and safely alone in my car, I let out a deep, frustrated sigh. Running a hand through my hair, I tried to make sense of what the hell had just happened.Mr. Woods's insistence that I stay for the whole party weighed on me as I pul
Maisie"He must be a real big shot," I muttered to myself as I watched the frenzy unfold while also straining to catch a glimpse of the VIP when they finally emerged from the backseat.Just then, a slight vibration in my hand made me tear my eyes away from the commotion. It was an incoming call from Eve, the sweet, fresh-faced university student I hire as Donovan’s babysitter whenever I have to work late nights.I felt a pang of guilt for not being home with my son right now, but quickly brushed it aside as I accepted the call and brought the discreet earpiece to my lips."Everything okay over there? Is Donovan giving you trouble again tonight?" I asked while keeping one eye on the scene outside."No no, everything's fine.. for now! Donovan is just asking when you'll be home again. He seems kind of down and moody tonight for some reason," Eve’s bright voice replied.The poor girl had no idea the madness and chaos I was dealing with on this end.I let out a weary sigh. "I'm not sure to
MaisieMy breath straight up caught in my throat when Jason scooped up my fallen phone, straightening up again with that same unreadable, intense expression on his handsome face.He stared at the lock screen for a beat, seeming weirdly intrigued by whatever image or wallpaper was displayed.His dark brows furrowed slightly and his gaze flickered between the illuminated screen and my own face, silently scrutinizing me in that way that always made me feel so damn exposed.A jolt of pure panic shot through me once I realized with horror what he must be seeing - the background photo on my phone was a candid shot of Donovan, my now 6-year-old son that Jason was surely clueless even existed until this very moment.Over a thousand volts of adrenaline-fueled terror coursed through my veins as the implications and questions raced through my mind.Did he somehow recognize or realize who the little boy in the picture was? What would his reaction be to finding out I had a child during our years a
MaisieTen minutes later, I found myself staring at my own reflection in one of the gleaming bathroom mirrors.My cheeks were still tinged an embarrassing shade of pink, but my expression had returned to its usual calm, neutral facade. On the outside at least, I appeared to be the picture of relaxed composure and control.On the inside, however, it was an entirely different story. My heart continued pounding erratically in my chest, my stomach tied up in anxious knots.I had no idea how I was going to get through the rest of this evening with Jason in such proximity.I didn't know how long I could handle being subjected to his dizzying presence and that all-consuming, smoldering gaze.Splashing some cold water on my face, I took a few deep breaths in an attempt to calm my rattled nerves.I knew there was no avoiding or escaping him tonight unless I wanted to face Mr. Woods's wrath for being insubordinate.The only way through this was to keep my head down, avoid any unnecessary intera
MAISIE"Dame Woods!"The woman next to Klay supplied her name with an air of authority, snapping me out of my daze.Ah yes, I knew I recognized her aristocratic features now - she was Klay’s very distant cousin but one of the company's most prominent investors and major shareholders. A real big fish.I gave a slight nod of my head in respectful acknowledgment, trying not to look too much like a deer in the headlights. "It's truly an honor to meet you, ma'am."I'd heard through the office rumor mill that Dame had a notoriously difficult personality and hair-trigger temper. No, I wouldn't judge her too harshly right off the bat, but you can bet your ass I'd be trying my damnedest to avoid getting on her bad side as much as humanly possible for the sake of keeping my job and this high-stakes project running smoothly."The glamorous one next to you is Irene, and that's her husband Trevor over there looking like he'd rather be anywhere else," Felix chimed in with a cheeky grin, introducing
MaisieMy heart skipped a beat when Irene suddenly turned her probing gaze on me, a devilish gleam in her eyes. "So Maisie, I noticed you've spoken to everyone here except Jason. Why is that?"Her tone was strangely calm, which only made the hairs on the back of my neck stand up more. It was obvious the nosy bitch was just trying to stir up drama and upset me for her own twisted amusement. I needed to come up with an answer fast before she went for the jugular.I shifted uncomfortably in my seat, my mouth suddenly feeling drier than the Sahara as I still avoided meeting Jason's eyes like the coward I was. Get it together, Maisie!I took a deep, steadying breath before turning to face my ex with a forced smile plastered on my lips.My stomach clenched when I met his piercing gaze. He examined my face as if waiting to see how I was going to save myself from this.We engaged in a brief staring contest, his sharp eyes locked with mine in a battle of wills that had me frozen like a deer ca
A week had passed since that night at the stuffy hotel gala, and I hadn't been able to get the image of Jason's striking figure out of my mind.His tall, powerfully built seemed to haunt my dreams every single night, taunting me with memories of what we once had...and what could have been if things were different.I had woken up just minutes ago to the sounds of Yonatan, Eve's rambunctious puppy, barking up an absolute storm.The adorable little furball had been staying with me for the past couple days while Eve and her husband Zach were out of town on a romantic getaway.They dropped the hyper tornado of energy and chaos off with me every now and then, knowing I didn't mind her company too much. Well, most of the time at least."Here you go, you annoying little sweetie," I muttered as I set down her food bowl full of crunchy puppy kibble on the kitchen floor.Yonatan immediately pounced on it and devoured the food greedily while letting out excited little yips, growls, and snorts bet
MAISIEKlay burst out laughing. However, Felix looked completely dumbfounded with his expression frozen in disbelief.Harsh. That was harsh.I glanced at Jason, irritation bubbling under my skin. He didn’t even seem to care about how Felix had taken the comment.Poor guy looked like someone had just slapped him with a reality check.I turned my gaze to the glass wall beside me, letting the conversation fade into the background.The server arrived a few minutes later and everyone began ordering breakfast. Everyone except me.My appetite had vanished completely.Felix noticed. “You’re not eating?”I blinked, snapping out of my thoughts. “I’m not really hungry.”His expression softened, and for once, he wasn’t joking or teasing. “You should eat something,” he said quietly. “It’s not good to skip meals.”Then he reached out and placed his hand gently over mine. “You know, I’d love to meet your son. If he’s one of my fans, I think we’ll get along great.”He smiled at me, bright and genuine
MAISIEThe undeterred Felix turned his attention back to me. “So, Brit, how are you finding the trip so far?”There it was again—“Brit.” Why does he keep calling me that? Doesn’t he know my name?“It’s good so far.” My voice was soft, almost hesitant, as I tried to keep the conversation as neutral as possible.I turned to face the elevator door like the rest of them, hoping to escape the growing tension.But Felix wasn’t done. “Do you know volleyball?” he asked suddenly with excitement.I tilted my head slightly, trying to recall the familiar name of the game. I knew it, but at the moment, my mind felt a little scrambled.Felix’s brows creased when he noticed my hesitation, obviously considering a way to describe it. “You know, the game where they hit the ball with their hands over a net in the middle between two teams.”Ah, now I remembered. I’d seen it played on the beach before.“Yeah, I remember it now!” I exclaimed, smiling. “It’s a fun game, and I like it a lot.”Felix’s face li
MAISIEI woke up early the next morning, feeling energized and ready for the day. The weather was beautiful, with a light breeze carrying the scent of the ocean.The sun was warm but not overbearing, casting a golden glow over everything. It was the kind of morning that made you feel alive.I decided to sit by the pool, enjoying the calm and peaceful atmosphere. The water sparkled under the sunlight, clear and inviting. I donned a light blue, sleeveless summer shirt adorned with white checks, complemented by long, white linen pants. To complete the look, I had borrowed—or rather, stolen—a beach hat from Miriam. It was oversized and slightly ridiculous, but it suited the vibe of the day perfectly.I sipped from the coffee in my hands, letting the warmth of the drink and the beauty of the morning fill me with a sense of calm.My mind, however, was anything but calm. I kept running through the details of the surprise I had planned for Don. Felix could arrive at any moment, and I needed
MAISIEJason laughed softly, straightening up and helping me to my feet. “I’m saying it depends on trust. Our destiny is written, so let’s live quietly, baby.”I sighed, reluctantly nodding. “I understand.”“I arranged for your room to be upgraded to a two-bedroom suite. This way, both you and Don can enjoy your privacy," Jason informed me.I was taken aback, my mouth opening and closing in disbelief, unable to find the words.Jason gave me a smile that seemed to melt the tension between us. Then, he took my hand and walked me toward the hotel.Do I deserve this man?Later that night, I knocked on Don’s door to check on him. He opened it for me with a toothbrush in hand before disappearing back into the bathroom to finish brushing his teeth.“Did you have dinner with them?” I asked, sitting on the edge of his bed as I waited for him.“No,” Don replied from the bathroom. “But your boss sent me room service.”Klay? Why would he do that? “Anyway, you should go to bed early. Tomorrow’s g
MAISIEI could hear the raw emotion behind his words. The weight of regret, the pain of misplaced blame, the sorrow of a goodbye that never came. It clung to his voice.My chest tightened as I watched his usually composed demeanor crack under the weight of his own memories. It wasn’t just guilt he was carrying—it was grief, and it was deep.“I later regained my memories and discovered it was all my brother’s doing. When I refused to divorce you after the one-year arrangement with your father, he erased everything I’d ever done for him. Every sacrifice, every moment of kindness—it all meant nothing to him. He only saw my refusal as betrayal. I was so angry, so frustrated that I drowned myself in alcohol. And in my drunken state, I made a mistake I’ll regret for the rest of my life,” his words trailed off.My mind couldn’t process everything he’d just revealed. I was too broken and too busy takin in my father’s betrayal.Was I really nothing more than a business deal to my father? He tr
MAISIE My heart skipped a beat and my eyes sparkled with anticipation.Was I really about to learn something that no one else in the world knew about him?For a fleeting moment, I felt special—like I was the only person he trusted enough to reveal this part of himself.“What I’ve spent my life doing,” Jason began low and contemplative, “Is hating the success of others and taking pleasure in their failures. That’s who I was… until someone came into my life and turned it upside down.”He paused, staring out at the waves as if searching for the right words.“Before that someone, another person wreaked havoc in my life, tearing it apart piece by piece. They pushed me to the brink and left me with nothing but a sliver of myself. Yet… their hatred… their coercion never fully destroyed me.”I blinked, trying to make sense of his cryptic words. “Who is this other person?”Jason’s hand resting lightly on my thigh stilled.The sudden halt made my breath catch in my throat.“My brother!” His vo
MAISIEI quickly sat up, my fingers moving instinctively to type a reply.I wrote that I had only just seen his message and apologized for the delay. But before pressing send, I hesitated.My pride stepped in, whispering that I didn’t owe him an explanation.My thumb hovered over the screen for a moment longer before I pressed delete. I erased every word as though they had never existed.The hardest thing is when you write something, pouring your thoughts and emotions into it, only to let your pride force you to erase it.I lay back down, staring at the ceiling, feeling the weight of the unsent message settle over me.What was I going to do with him? With myself? With my son?I just wanted to sleep—to escape the storm of thoughts swirling in my mind, even if only for a little while."I'm sorry, my soul," I whispered into the quiet room. "I made mistakes against you. I pressured you so much to be who they wanted you to be, thinking their approval would complete my journey."The words f
MAISIEMy heart pounded in my chest, each beat louder and faster than the last. It felt like I’d just run a marathon, but the only thing I’d been running from was Jason.I believe that when a person falls in love with the right person, they can forgive them for all their mistakes.When you love, you don’t care about what’s been said or done.What do I need in this world when my world is him?I went back to where Miriam and Don were sitting, watching something on my computer. I think it was probably a movie then proceeded to my seat.I couldn’t bring myself to care enough to check. Their laughter, soft and unbothered, filled the space, but it only made me feel more out of place.Karina had pushed her seat back a little, reclining to sleep. It was better this way. I didn’t have the strength—or the patience—to bear her closeness to him. Jason.I hated how aware I was of every little thing about her, about him. The way she’d leaned her head against the seat, the way he didn’t seem to noti
MAISIEI pulled myself together, forcing my voice to remain steady.“Don’t call me that silly name!” I snapped, glaring at him.Jason pulled the strap again, letting it snap against my skin. The sting spread through me like wildfire, sharp and unrelenting.My features trembled for a few seconds, betraying the chaos his vague, unreadable gaze stirred inside me.He didn’t let go this time. His grip was firm, deliberate then his voice came low and calm like a storm brewing in the distance.“Disobedience, much like any other aspect of life, evolves over time. Eventually, what once seemed intolerable transforms into something more acceptable, akin to the gradual metamorphosis of a butterfly.”Tolerable.The word lingered in the air, heavy and suffocating, wrapping around me like the rope in his hands.Then he released the strap without warning. The suddenness of it made my whole body jolt as if I’d been struck by lightning.My breath caught in my throat, and for a moment, I couldn’t move.