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MAISIEA chorus of shocked gasps and murmurs filled the sudden silence in the wake of my assault on the worthless sack of crap."You miserable piece of shit!" I snarled, chest heaving as I loomed over him. "How dare you say those vile things to my son and provoke him into having a medical emergency? What kind of sick, twisted fuck gets off on tormenting children?"The man cradled his rapidly swelling cheek with his eyes wide and mouth gaping like one of those stupid plastic fish tanks as he struggled to formulate a response. But I wasn't finished."How dare you bully a sick child so cruelly and still call yourself a teacher?" I seethed, chest heaving as I loomed over his cowering form."Ms. Maisie, have you lost your mind-" one of the other teachers started, only to snap his mouth shut when I whirled on him with a ferocious snarl.My name on that worm's lips was like a match to a puddle of gasoline, causing the already blazing fury inside me to erupt into an inferno.Without a second
Maisie“Lock the door behind you,” Jason instructed.I fumbled with the latch for a moment. Just being in these surroundings with Jason made me feel like the ingenue in one of those raunchy CEO romances I sometimes indulged in as a guilty pleasure.I turned to find him leaning against the edge of an enormous mahogany desk. One long-fingered hand was braced on the polished surface while the other skimmed over his laptop’s keyboard with ease.I could only gawk at him for a moment. I was mesmerized by the stark contrast between the warm, honeyed tones of his sun-kissed skin and the crisp white fabric of his shirt, stretched taut across the swell of his biceps and the broad expanse of his chest.The opening strains of a vaguely familiar song suddenly filtered through my distracted haze. The sultry lyrics seeming to give voice to the heated tension rapidly building between us.‘Tonight, the music seems so loudI wish that we could lose this crowdMaybe it’s better this wayWe’d hurt each o
Maisie"Interesting..." Jason purred against my heated skin. "You say stop, but your body tells a different story, Ms. Smith."I snatched my hands away from where they'd been clutching his shirt like a lifeline, as if his words had scorched me.I could feel the blush deepening to a full-blown inferno at his blatant insinuation.Jason watched my every fitful movement with the intense focus of a predator eyeing its prey. His lips curved into a knowing smirk that made me want to simultaneously slap that arrogant expression right off his stupidly handsome face and...well, do something else entirely that was definitely not appropriate for an educator's office.When his heavy-lidded gaze dropped to my mouth again, I knew exactly what was coming next. I could practically see the undisguised want simmering in the endless depths of those dark eyes.A small, stubborn part of me rallied one last time, insisting that this was a line I absolutely could not allow myself to cross. Jason was my ex-hu
MaisieI opened and closed my mouth a few times, feeling very much like a landed fish as I floundered for a response.How could I even begin to explain the dizzying roller coaster of emotions I'd experienced in those heated moments? The way Jason's overwhelming presence had obliterated any rational thought from my mind, reducing me to a puddle of want and need."You just...let him harass you?" Miriam's voice had risen to a shrill yell, her eyes blazing with disbelief and outrage. "Stood there like a freaking blow-up doll while he had his way with you?"Harassment? I hadn't really thought about it like that before. Maybe because some deeply buried, messed up part of me had enjoyed the thrill of Jason's heated attention, as wrong as that undoubtedly was."It's disgusting how cheap you're acting!" she raged, reaching out to grip my shoulders in her small but surprisingly strong hands and giving me a rough shake. "Have you no self-respect at all?""Stop, Mir, you're hurting me!" I yelped,
MAISIEMiriam started ticking off Klay's attributes on her fingers with a teasing grin. "I mean, he's rich, famous, handsome - like, stupid handsome. What more could you possibly want in a man?"I rolled my eyes at her shallow priorities. "That's hardly a good enough reason to get married, Mir.""Think about it, though!" She was really warming to the idea now. "If you marry him, your shitty ex will be out of the picture for good since you'll already be taken and off the market. Donovan gets a father figure who ticks all the boxes any kid could want - successful, wealthy, good-looking. And you get to share your life with someone without all the baggage and drama from your past weighing you down."Miriam grasped my face between her palms and beamed. "It's like killing a flock of birds with one stone, Maisie! A total win-win for everyone involved."I batted her hands away with a shake of my head. "Forget it. Didn't I tell you Mr. Woods has this psycho cousin who's obsessed with him? If s
MAISIE"What's with that look on your face? You're pale as a ghost!" Miriam snatched the phone from my hand before I could react, peering at the message."Klay just wants to pop in and see Donovan. What's the big deal? You're acting like he fired you from your job or something."She snorted then, eyes glinting with mischief. "Unless...you're scared of running into his psycho cousin again? The one you said doesn't know about the two of you and your little fling?"Philip's brows hiked in confusion as he glanced between us. "Wait, what cousin? Who doesn't know what now? I'm totally lost here."Miriam let out an aggrieved sigh, shaking her head slowly. "I'm so sorry to have to tell you this, cutie...but it looks like you've got some serious competition on your hands for Maisie's affections."She really didn't need to spell it out like that for him in such a dramatic fashion. I knew exactly why she was doing this - it was a blatant attempt at petty revenge for whatever perceived slight or
MAISIEHis words sliced into me, making my chest constrict painfully.I opened and closed my mouth, struggling to find the right response as guilt washed over me in waves."You know what? You need to be way clearer with me here," I scoffed, defaulting to denial and deflection in the face of Donovan's accusation. "What exactly has you so upset - that I couldn't spend time with you earlier, or that I'm with Philip now?"Silence.Donovan stared at a point over my shoulder, his jaw ticking with repressed emotion.I reached out and cupped his cheek, gently turning his face to meet my eyes. "Look, Philip is just a friend and nothing more, you know that. In fact, I'll quit my job and ditch Philip completely if that's what you really want. Then I can be all yours, all the time. How does that sound?"His expression crumpled at that, a flash of something like hurt crossing his features. "That's not what I want," he mumbled, shaking his head."Then what do you want, baby?" I stroked his cheek te
MAISIEThe sound of another car door slamming outside drew everyone's attention.Speak of the devil... Jason himself appeared, cutting an imposing figure in his signature black suit and tie as he stalked up the front path with long strides.His intense gaze swept over the assembled group gathered in the entryway, taking in the scene with a furrowed brow and a slight downturn of his lips."Jason? What are you doing here?" Klay asked, surprise evident in his tone while he eyed the other man warily."I could ask you the same question," Jason countered smoothly, his eyes cutting to me briefly before flickering away in clear dismissal.An awkward tension filled the air as the two men stared each other down like territorial toms squaring off.I felt rooted to the spot like a rabbit caught in the sights of a predator, my heart pounding.How could I possibly explain Jason's unexpected presence to my boss in a way that wouldn't raise even more questions?"Mr. Woods is just here to...say hello,
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