MAISIEMy phone buzzing on the nightstand dragged me from the edge of sleep.I blinked groggily, fumbling for it in the dark and my eyes narrowed when I saw the name displayed on the screen."Jason?" My voice was thick with sleep, confusion lacing my words. "Do you have any idea what time it is?""Come out!" His voice was low and raw, like it had been dragged over gravel. There was no mistaking the command in his tone that left no room for argument.I sat up, clutching the blanket to my chest. "It’s late. What’s going on?""Don’t make me repeat myself, Maisie. Come. Outside. Now!" The growl in his voice sent a shiver down my spine, and before I could muster another protest, the line went dead.My heart pounded in my chest as I swung my legs out of bed, the cold floor shocking me into full wakefulness.A sense of foreboding curled in my stomach as I grabbed my robe, tying it tightly around my waist.Slipping on my slippers, I stepped out into the cool night air biting at my skin as I s
MAISIEJason’s kiss wasn’t gentle. It wasn’t sweet. It was raw and consuming, full of frustration and something far more dangerous. It was as if he wanted to leave a mark deeper than skin, carving his name into my very soul so I’d never be able to forget him.My hands curled into his shirt on instinct… a desperate attempt to find something solid as the heat of his body surrounded me. But grounding myself was impossible.Jason finally pulled back when I almost passed out from lack of oxygen. His breathing was ragged and hot against my face as he pressed his forehead to mine. His eyes… they were intense, wild, and unrelenting—locked with mine, making my stomach twist in fear and something else I didn’t dare name.“Why don’t you tell me to stop, Maisie?” His low and rough voice vibrated through me. His thumb brushed my lower lip, swollen and tender from his kiss. “Why don’t you push me away? You want this as much as I do.”“I don’t—” The words faltered as they left my lips, weak and unc
MAISIEMy heart hammered against my ribcage, each beat echoing in my ears while I drew short, shallow breaths.Jason leaned in again. His muscular torso pressed into me as his lips found mine in another passionate kiss.His taste flooded my senses, intoxicating me further.Something was definitely wrong with Jason’s behaviour right now and things would spiral out of control if I didn’t stop him. "Jason," I whispered urgently, "Something's off. You’re not thinking or acting rationally." My voice trembled with apprehension."Stop. I… I’m on my period. We shouldn’t—" I trailed off, my cheeks flushing red in embarrassment.Jason paused for a moment before letting out a dark chuckle that sent shivers down my spine. "Do you think that matters to me?" He murmured with an edge that was both thrilling and terrifying.His fingers traced a path down my arm, every touch igniting goosebumps on my skin like sparks from a fire."You’ve always been mine, Maisie," he continued huskily. "Blood doesn’
MAISIEJason suddenly pulled out and flipped me over before I even had time to register what was happening.His hands firmly gripped my hips while the tip of his erection teased my entrance before entering me again from behind with a deep stroke.My moans grew louder.My body responded involuntarily with shivers as Jason filled me completely once more. He withdrew slowly, letting me feel every inch of him before pushing back in with a powerful thrust.I arched my back, spreading my legs wider to accommodate his girth.My fingers dug into his flesh, tearing at him without mercy as I braced for each of his forceful thrusts that jerked both my body and the car violently.The air was filled with the wet sounds of our lovemaking and our panting breaths. Jason's hand reached around to find my clit, expertly rubbing circles around it while his other hand grabbed a fistful of my hair and roughly tugged as he continued his thrusts. The new sensation sent me over the edge with a cry and my in
JASONJason carried Maisie's trembling, emotionally and physically drained form back into her apartment.Her petite frame was practically boneless against his chest in the aftermath of their intense, uncontrolled tryst in the backseat of his car.She was barely conscious. Her eyes were glazed and unfocused, her body limp with utter exhaustion.He shouldered open the front door quietly, making sure not to wake Donovan up.A broken whimper escaped Maisie's parted lips as they crossed the threshold, the sound cutting straight through Jason.Her hateful words seconds ago still rang in his mind on repeat. His jaw clenched so tightly his teeth ground together with the effort of restraining himself.He hated himself in this moment more than he could put into words. Hated what he'd been forced to do to her. He had violated her in the most unforgivable way because of his own idiotic, careless mistake.The memory of Karina's smug, vindictive smirk flashed through Jason’s mind and his grip tight
JASONJason didn't remember much of the rest of that night after leaving Maisie's house. It passed in a blur of whiskey burning its way down his throat in an effort to numb the gut-wrenching ache in his chest.He drank until the bottles ran dry, until his vision swam and the memory of her anguished screams faded to a dull ringing in his ears.When he finally resurfaced sometime after the sun had climbed high in the sky, he was splayed shirtless across his bed, reeking of stale booze and something else...something that made his stomach twist violently.Shoving himself into a sitting position, Jason squeezed his eyes shut as the room spun violently.That's when he caught sight of his hands… of his fingernails still caked with reddish-brown stains that could only be one thing - Maisie's blood.The realization slammed into him like a freight train, bringing with it the memories he'd been trying so hard to drown.Her naked body trembling in the bath… The way she'd looked at him with such d
MAISIEI couldn't believe it had been a week since that night when everything changed between Jason and me.It felt like a decade had stretched itself painfully thin, each agonizing day dragging on heavier than the last.The silence between us was suffocating, the kind that wrapped itself around my chest like a vise constricting tighter with every labored breath.I remember lying on my bed that night, feeling more like a lifeless corpse than a living, breathing being.The hurtful words… I would never be able to purge from my memory.I’ve been feeling a raw, bitter ache of profound loneliness gnawing at my insides like an unrelenting predator.My mood only worsened the next day when Donovan kept fussing over me, pointing out how miserable I looked and repeatedly asking what was wrong. No matter how hard I tried, I just couldn’t bring myself to lighten up around him.Could love ever be easy? Less excruciatingly painful? Less utterly consuming?Jason and I hadn't uttered a single word to
MAISIEDame’s blunt words were admittedly almost admirable in their resolute boldness. Almost."Don't you think life and relationships are a bit more complicated than just...taking whatever you want, though?" I asked, unable to hide the skepticism in my tone. "It's not exactly that simple, is it?""What do you mean?" she countered, raising an eyebrow in a silent challenge for me to elaborate."I mean...do you really think life is just like a cake where everyone gets their own personal slice if they simply wait around long enough for their turn?"She rolled her eyes dramatically. "Not exactly, no. But I do happen to believe that people ultimately get what they deserve in this life, one way or another."Her flippant words stung, though I couldn't quite put my finger on why precisely they landed so sharply. Perhaps it was because I had once arrogantly thought along those same naive lines when I was younger and more idealistic.I had truly believed in fairytales back then - that people's
MAISIEMy jaw dropped. “He reserved half the stadium for you?”Miriam let out an incredulous laugh. “Half? Are you serious?”I turned back to Don, who was watching me with wide, innocent eyes and his lips pressed together in a poor attempt to stifle a smile.“Did you really think you could fool me and I wouldn’t find out?” I raised an eyebrow.He hesitated, biting his lip before murmuring, “Maybe…”That was it. His shrinking eyes, the way he was trying so hard not to laugh—it was too much. I turned away, sucking my inner cheek to keep from smiling myself.“Forgive me just this once,” he coaxed in a voice sweet and full of charm.I sighed, shaking my head. “Okay.”Don’s face lit up instantly and plopped himself on the bench beside me, smiling brighter than the sun. “Can I go take a picture with Felix?”I nodded.That was all he needed to have him running toward his idol.Miriam leaned closer. “You broke your record this time. What was that—five minutes of being mad?”I sighed, shaking
MAISIEHis words sank into me like a weight pressing down on my chest.Jason’s eyes darkened as his frustration spilled over. “I don’t even know how to explain what I feel without sounding ridiculous.”I opened my mouth to respond, but no words came. “Every aspect of me has changed since Jason’s return to my life. I wasn’t the same woman he met all those years ago.Love has a way of ruining you and making it seem beautiful. It turns pain into poetry.But I wasn’t poetic. I wasn’t romantic. I was just… broken.I’d always heard people talk about “sadness in the heart,” but I never truly understood what they meant. To me, sadness was in tears, in screams, in the physical ache of the body.However, I understand now.Sadness could live in the heart, buried deep beneath a smile. It could hide behind laughter and linger in silences. And Jason… he was the one who made me realize that.He reached out, brushing a strand of hair away from my face. His touch was tender, almost reverent.“No doubt
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