MAISIEJason stared at me for a long moment, seeming to weigh my words. "You say that like there's no such thing as a justified sin," he said at last "Like one ever has the courage to admit to their so-called betrayal.""My ears are already ringing with people's gossip about me," I said with a weary sigh. "I don't think I can bear whatever they'll say about us as well. Some people can be so savage and ruthless with their words."Jason's arm tightened around my waist, pulling me closer until I could smell the luxurious scent of his cologne. "Life's too short to waste it listening to what others think of us," he murmured, brushing his lips over the sensitive skin just below my ear. "You have to stop letting three things control your life - fear, other people's opinions, and bad memories from the past."A shiver raced down my spine at the low timbre of his voice.The idea that a man like Jason, who seemed to embody every single one of my fantasies about the perfect partner, actually want
MAISIEI pushed off from the door and headed for the kitchen again to start putting away the rest of the groceries.Miriam was already there, perched on the marble counter and munching away on a bag of potato chips with her usual lack of decorum."Just so you know," she said around a mouthful of crumbs, "If this whole thing blows up in your face, I'm going to laugh. I already warned you about getting mixed up with Jason again."She punctuated the taunt by crumpling up the empty chip bag and tossing it straight at my head. I simply ignored the childish move, choosing instead to focus on carefully stowing the fresh produce in the fridge.There was a loud, exaggerated sigh from behind me before Miriam spoke again with a hint of genuine concern bleeding into her tone this time. "How could you do this to yourself, though? After everything that bastard put you through the first time around?" She shook her head slowly. "I swear, I’m going to cry at how far your dignity and self-respect have
MAISIEI woke up from the strangest dream—one that had me jolting upright in bed with my heart pounding.After binging a few of those Marvel movies with Miriam and getting an eyeful of the Hulk's...physique, I'd apparently had an incredibly vivid dream about marrying the big green guy myself!Shaking my head at the sheer ridiculousness of it, I stumbled out of bed and into the bathroom to splash some cool water on my face.A nerve-wracking dream indeed! The last thing I needed was more bizarre romantic entanglements messing with my already tangled psyche.I hurried through my morning routine, jumping in the shower to wake up properly before getting dressed for the day.Figuring I should make an effort since I'd be attending a fancy cultural event, I opted for a sleek black pantsuit with the jacket left unbuttoned over a silky camisole.The pants were more of a mid-thigh length short, but I figured it still looked professional enough.For once, I didn't bother wrestling with my thick h
MAISIEThose striking eyes swept over the assembled guests with a sort of casual indifference, coming to rest briefly on me before skipping away again.I felt a subtle shiver trace its way down my spine, an odd sense that I'd just been silently weighed and judged in some indefinable way.Kai cleared his throat and began speaking in a rich, mellifluous baritone: "Welcome, everyone, and thank you all for coming to the unveiling of my latest work! It's always a pleasure to share my art with such an appreciative audience. I hope you'll find this new piece as thought-provoking and emotionally resonant as my previous works.”He reached up, grasping the thick velvet curtain that concealed his latest creation then paused for a moment, letting the anticipation build among the hushed crowd."For months, I've poured my very soul into this piece," he began in the rich, mellifluous baritone that had the audience hanging on his every word. "Sculpting, chiseling, refining - an artistic journey that
MAISIEJason shoved me into what looked like some kind of dimly lit storage or maintenance corridor. Not before locking the door behind us.I whirled around to face him, indignation and a sliver of uncertainty warring for control. "Why did you lock the door?" I demanded, giving the handle a futile rattle to illustrate my point. "This is insane, we can't just - ""Don't you have anything else in your closet besides those fuck-me shorts?" he cut me off.I could feel my face heating up again, though from anger or embarrassment, I couldn't quite say."You're exaggerating," I shot back, struggling to maintain my composure in the face of his intensity. "And if you don't like what I'm wearing, then just don't look!"Jason let out a noise of pure frustration while raking one hand agitatedly through his hair. "That's the fucking problem, though - everyone else is looking! Those little scraps of material might as well be invisible for all the good they're doing at covering you up."I felt my mo
MAISIE"Do you remember that book you had in your study?" I asked impulsively, feeling reckless and bold and so incredibly alive in that moment. "The one about soulmates and twin flames and all of that?"Jason's brow furrowed ever so slightly, like he was casting his mind back through memories, trying to pinpoint which particular book I was referring to. Then understanding seemed to dawn in the way his lips curved into a slow, wondering smile."You mean that old, leather-bound edition of Plato's philosophies?" His voice was hushed. "The one with the passage about souls being split into two separate beings at birth, forever destined to wander in search of their other half?"I nodded fervently, feeling a shiver of anticipation trickle down my spine. "That's the one. It said that when those two halves finally find each other again, there's an indescribable sense of recognition. Of coming home to the person you were literally made for."Jason's arms tightened fractionally around me, like
MAISIEI tugged at the knot of Jason’s jacket wrapped around me, trying to undo it but his voice stopped me in my tracks.“Don’t take it off!” he ordered sternly.I froze with my hands still hovering over the knot. “Are you serious?” I asked incredulously. “You want me to walk around like this?”Jason casually tucked his hands into his pockets, a smirk playing at the corner of his lips. “What’s wrong with how you look? I like it.”“Jason,” I said, exasperated, pointing at my makeshift outfit, “You’ve completely ruined my look! This jacket doesn’t even match!”Jason shrugged, utterly unfazed. “It’s not about matching,” he said nonchalantly. “Besides, if you’re that worried, there’s plenty of packing equipment here. I could wrap you up completely from head to toe. That jacket isn’t covering enough for my liking.”I stared at him with my jaw dropping. “Are you threatening to turn me into a walking package now?”Jason stared at me with all seriousness. “Why not? I could make you into a ma
MAISIE"It's all good, she's just been busy with her family's problems lately," Jason replied, closing the folder he had been reviewing."I heard her father is running for elections this year," Nayeon commented."Yes. She's been accompanying him to all his political activities," Jason confirmed in a flat tone."I'm happy they were able to save their company from bankruptcy that was announced around a week ago. It came as a complete shock to me when the news broke, and then the revelation of her father running for elections reached me shortly after." Nayeon added.I Knew the Stone were an affluent family, but I didn't realize the extent of their wealth and influence. I thought they were just another business dynasty, like so many others among the city's elite. Little did I know that Karina's family tree branched into the highest echelons of political power as well."I'll go make a call and come back," Kai excused himself, stepping away from the table and heading outside.I watched the
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