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
“She’s inside chasing my fiancée’s cat,” he stated flatly then disappeared into the house.I hesitated a moment before following.The interior was even more stunning than the exterior. It was decorated in rich tones of black and brown.I spotted Yonatan and she immediately came bounding over, circling my legs excitedly.“Is your house close by?” Jason’s voice came from one of the hallways.“Unfortunately, yes, I live right across the street,” I admitted reluctantly.He reappeared holding a glass of orange or mango juice and offered it to me.I politely declined at first, but he insisted I couldn’t leave his home without accepting his hospitality. I took the glass but was careful not to let our fingers brush.“I didn’t put anything in it,” he said with a smirk, watching as I examined the contents suspiciously.He looked like a work of art as he leaned against the wall. His striking features were perfectly accentuated by the black ensemble.I took a sip of the juice and let my eyes rove
Once home, I spent the rest of the day cleaning and tidying obsessively. I was doing anything to distract myself from thoughts of Jason – my new neighbor whether I liked it or not. All I could do was hope for a peaceful future going forward.I’ve been through so much in my life – enough pain, depression, anger and darkness to break many people. Yet here I still stood, unbowed. Smiling and laughing in the face of everything I’d endured.Because this life won’t stand still to account for my grief… Either I pick myself up and carry on despite being broken, or I remain mired in sorrow forever.This time I threw on some gray pajamas since my regular clothes were in the wash. I finished making dinner but Don still wasn’t back yet. It was already 6pm!I locked the door behind me after stepping out. I did not want Yonatan to make another break for it.I soon caught a glimpse of Don talking with another boy around his age.I waited until they finished their conversation so as not to embarrass
My eyes flew open wide as I whipped my head around to see that Don was bowing respectfully to the man still holding me in an intimate pose.“Don’t call me that outside the office walls,” Jason chided him with his arms still firmly banded around my waist.“Yes, sir,” Don replied.He seemed unbothered by the compromising position he’d found us in.I felt like I was missing some crucial piece of information here.Don fixed Jason with an appraising look before striding quickly to extract me from the other man’s arms.“How are your studies going, Don?” Jason asked.He was addressing Don far more familiarly than I would have expected.Did they know each other? And well enough to use nicknames? Billions of questions were racing through my mind, desperate for answers before I combusted from sheer bafflement.“Going well. I didn’t realize you lived around here!” Don replied, as if their unexpected acquaintance was no big deal.“I’m new to the area.”“Really? Well, I hope you like the neighborh
I felt suddenly drained after the phone call and I trudged back into the kitchen to find Don had already finished eating breakfast and was rinsing his dishes in the sink.I watched him working methodically, and an idea began to take shape in my mind."Don, listen up," I stated firmly, getting his attention. "I need to go into the office for an emergency situation, and you're coming with me. I may not be back until late tonight, and with Eve out of town, I can't just leave you here alone. Finding a last-minute sitter would take way too long."Don's brows flew up at my words as he turned to face me. "What? Seriously, Mom? I don't need a babysitter," he protested, rolling his eyes. "I can totally take care of myself, you know. I'm not three years old anymore."I opened my mouth to insist, but he was already ranting on stubbornly, "Plus, I have a crucial calculus exam tomorrow morning - I need to get a good night's sleep so I can be rested. I don't want to risk missing it or underperformin
A tense silence fell over the conference room, broken only by the occasional rustle of papers and notebooks as people shifted nervously in their seats. No one seemed eager to be the first to offer up a proposed solution for dealing with this catastrophic situation...until a familiar voice suddenly rang out, shattering the uneasy quiet."Why don't we simply compensate the families of the deceased victims?" Mrs. Dami suggested, rising to her feet with her shoulders squared.If I remember correctly from the company directory, she was one of the real estate subsidiary's senior executives. "And Woodsford Holdings can cover all medical costs for those injured as well. That should be enough to settle the potential lawsuits and keep this from getting even uglier in the courts and media."I tilted my head slightly to get a better look at the older woman as she made her case. She had an air of no-nonsense pragmatism about her, her graying hair pulled back in a tight bun.A smattering of murmurs
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