After meeting with the board members for the last two days, we had come to a decision. We were definitely going forward with Holden and Seth’s firm. It has nothing to do with them being a local firm. The plans that they have set forth this project is bordering on genius. They are using modern construction but keeping it to the history of the town. This building will not be an eye sore that just doesn’t fit the surrounding area. Once it is completed, the building will look like it has always been part of the town. There are still a lot of steps to go through. All of the building permits and zoning permits have to be obtained. Since the project is this big, it has to go through the county level instead of at the town level. Outside contractors were going to have to come in to start the construction. The budget is still being discussed because with each day, there are more expenditures that we had not thought about. I have been putting off a sit down meeting with Holden for weeks, but u
I had always known that Mayson was smart, but I could have never imagined how truly intelligent she was. She never had much confidence in herself around others and to see how well she had done in college to become an architect made me so proud. Seth and I were good at our jobs and we have created excellent designs. But when it comes to how Mayson looks at things was amazing. She had ideas is regard to the interior that were not only structurally sound but would add more to the visual appeal of the building. She was staying true to the history and heritage of the town as well. She was wanting to pay honor to the early days of Chance and also present that image to those that don’t know that much about the area. “Holden and Seth we are looking at some expenditures that none of us thought of due to the longevity of this project.” I looked and Seth and he shrugged his shoulders. I could not think of one thing that we would have missed. We were under the budget that the board had presen
The meeting went better than I had expected. I was thankful that I had put the whole supply room incident out of my mind, at least during the meeting. The sights and sounds of it came back pretty quickly when I was getting ready to head out of the door for lunch. Amelia was standing right in my path, which seemed to be becoming a pattern with her. “Well, Mayson, it was so nice to see you coming in early this morning. Did you see anything interesting before the meeting?” That smug look was something I had been on the receiving in one too many times. I wish I could just slap that look right off of her face. “Amelia, just get out of my way, I want to go to lunch and find some peach and quiet.” She stood there for a few more minutes just to get under my skin. I wanted to get as far away as possible from her. I just needed to be able to take a breath. I could feel my anxiety ramping up the longer I had to stand there. Amelia finally moved out of the way and I rushed out of the door as
The day could not have started better when I saw the look on Mayson’s face when she opened the supply room door. Seth had no idea what was going on - he was just happy he was getting laid. One way or another I was going to get this woman away from Seth. I hated her in high school because guys would gravitate to her, whether she wanted them to or not, because she was so sweet. That sweetness just pissed me off. I could not wait to knock her down a few pegs. I know that my plan could cost Seth the project, but that was just have to be considered collateral damage. I needed to do some damage control by the time Seth gets home, because I am sure by now Holden has found out what happened. I had to end up telling Seth that Mayson had seen us. He had heard the click of the door right as we were finishing up. I played innocent as good as I could and it seemed as if he was buying the act. Now the trick was that I was going to have to keep it up with him. My goal if getting Mayson gone from my
Even though Mayson only sent me a quick Thank You text I knew that telling her take the rest of the day off would make her happy. She has been so busy lately that I don’t think she has had much time to spend with her dad. Their relationship is one that I have always envied. My biological dad walked out on my mom before I was even born. My stepdad took care of us financially but he never really treated me like his son. He had fallen in love with my mother, but never really wanted children. He only gave me things and “attention” (which was all fake) to make sure my mom would marry him. He talked my mom into moving to California when I went off to college to get her away from me. Now he has her all to himself. I haven’t seen my mother since I graduated from college four years ago. I get the occasional text and a card on my birthday. He took my mom away from me physically and emotionally. I suppose that is why I was always hanging out at Mayson’s house when we were kids, even before we
I was exhausted when I my head had finally hit the pillow. It felt like old times with Daddy, just sitting on the sofa and watching television. No matter what Daddy was doing he always found the time especially on weekends for movie time with me. Once Holden and I started hanging out together when we were young, Daddy always included him in movie time. Sometimes I was a little jealous of having to share Daddy with someone else. I had always know the Holden did not have the same home life that I did. I never mentioned it to him because I didn’t want to embarrass him. I had gone to Holden’s house only a few times and it was not an enjoyable visit. Walking into his house gave me chills. It was almost like no one lived there. I knew he got left alone a lot too. I didn’t let my parents know because they would have called Child Protective Services. Knowing how much they cared about Holden, they probably would have taken him in to live with us. That is just the kind of people that my parents
I am sure Mayson did not want me to come with her, but I was not going to let her sit here at the hospital alone. When I walked into the hallway, she was sitting on the bench and she was white as a sheet. I could hear her mother’s voice coming from the phone in her hand, but Mayson was not moving. I picked up the phone and started talking to Mrs. Cole. She gave me the details of Mr. Cole being in the ICU at the hospital. I told her that apparently Mayson was having a bad panic attack and I could not get her to respond to me. I did my best to reassure her that I would take care of Mayson and we would get to the hospital as soon as possible. I had seen Mayson suffer many panic attacks when we were together, but nothing compared to today. She was practically catatonic. She didn’t say a word on the drive to the hospital. Walking into her dad’s ICU room broke her. I held her up and did my best to comfort her. I felt helpless that I couldn’t do more for her. I wan’t to take any pain from h
When Seth came home, he looked worried. I just knew that Mayson had to be the reason for this. She was always a pain in my ass ever since I met her. She was always where she didn’t belong and she didn’t belong back in this town. If they lost this deal with the board, I was going to make Mayson pay worse than I already have planned for her. “Amelia, baby, do we have any bourbon let in the house? I need a stiff drink.” It was pretty bad if Seth was asking for hard liquor. That was usually his drink of choice when we had a bad fight and I had stormed out of the house. I was fuming mad. “What did that bitch, Mayson, do this time? You and Holden have to get rid of her somehow. She is going to ruin your business if you keep her around. The board members are going to regret ever crossing my man!!!” Seth just looked at me like he had enough at this point. He just sat on the sofa and looked at me. “Amelia, I am not in the mood to listen to you rant about Mayson. She has nothing to do wi
The shower washed away the grime of the day, but not the worry. As the water cascaded over me, my thoughts were a whirlwind. Who would want to hurt Mayson? And why? It's a question that's been eating away at me since the night it happened. I knew I had to find answers, not just for her sake, but for my own peace of mind. When I came downstairs, the smell of garlic and onions filled the air.Mayson was at the stove, stirring something in a pan, her bare back glowing from the warmth of the stove. She looked so focused, so alive in that moment, that it was hard to believe she had just survived a traumatic event. "Dinner will be ready in a few minutes," she said without turning around. Her voice was a little shaky, but there was a determination in it that I hadn't heard in days. I nodded, taking a seat at the kitchen table, my eyes never leaving her. She had always been strong, but this was a different kind of strength, one born out of fire and defiance. She was reclaiming her life, pie
The office felt normal again. Our team was three strong again. I could tell Mayson was worn out by the end of the day but she’s tough. Holden will not let her out of his sight. I can’t blame him, someone tried to kill her and there aren’t any leads as to who it was. Amelia was the first to leave the office that night. She’s been acting weird lately, even by her standards. Staying out all hours of the night. When I would wait up for her, she would get defensive as to where she was. "Is everything okay?" I had asked her one evening, unable to shake the feeling that something was off. Amelia had looked up from her desk, her eyes narrowing. "Why wouldn't it be?" she replied, her tone sharper than usual. "Just asking," I said, trying to play it cool. But I couldn't shake the feeling that she was hiding something. Her evasiveness was more than just her usual prickly demeanor. It was something deeper, something that made the hair on the back of my neck stand up. The office grew quiet as
I know that I am being overprotective of Mayson. But I can't help it. The thought of her getting hurt again is like a knife in my gut. As we walk into the house, I can see the tiredness etched into her features. The shadows under her eyes are more noticeable against her pale skin. She's trying to put on a brave face, but I can see the fear lingering in the back of her eyes. "Do you need help with anything?" I ask as we enter the living room. Mayson shakes her head, her eyes scanning the space with a hint of unease. "No, I'm okay," she says, though the tremor in her voice suggests otherwise. “i am just going to start dinner.” I watch as she heads to the kitchen, her steps tentative. The house feels too quiet, too still. Like it's holding its breath, waiting for something to happen. I know I can't hover over her forever, but I can't shake the feeling that she's in danger. "Holden," she calls out, her voice echoing through the house. "Could you grab me the cutting board from th
It felt so good for all three of us to be back together. Seth proceeded to fill me in on the projects we had been working on, his words coming in a fast and efficient stream. My mind struggled to keep up, trying to piece together the puzzle of the past few weeks. "And the big news," he paused for dramatic effect, "we are on schedule for completion of the project." I nodded, trying to absorb the information. My office felt smaller than ever, the walls closing in as the reality of the workload hit me. "That's great," I said, my voice barely above a whisper. Seth studied me for a moment before his smile faltered. "Are you sure you're okay?" I took a deep breath and nodded. "I'm fine," I assured him, though my voice wavered slightly. "Let's just get to work." Seth nodded and handed me a stack of files. As I flipped through the first few pages, the words swam before my eyes, and I realized how much I had missed the structure and purpose that work gave me. The office was a haven
I am so ready to get back to work. Holden and I never argue but we have had some knock down drag out fights. He wants me to stay at home until they find out who attacked me. If I stay at home, this person wins by controlling my life. I want to prove them wrong that no matter what they tried to do to me they were not going to win. "Holden, I'm going to work," I said firmly, as I pulled on my favorite pair of boots and grabbed my keys. His eyes followed me with concern, the tension in the room palpable. "Are you sure that's a good idea?" "Yes," I replied, trying to sound more confident than I felt. "I can't let someone dictate my life like this. I have to get back to normal." Holden sighed heavily, his jaw tightening. He knew arguing with me when I was like this was futile. "Fine, but you are not to go anywhere alone.” I nodded, a flicker of relief crossing my face. "Thank you." Holden took a step towards me, his hand brushing mine as he gently took the keys from my hand. "I
I have had so much on my mind lately. Now that Mayson was out of the hospital and on the mend we could get the project back on track. Whenever I have talked to Holden, he said she was so ready to get back to work. The project has been on hold ever since Mayson’s attack. The investigation into Holden caused a couple of sponsors to pull their funding. Luckily the amount pulled wasn’t going to impact the overall budget. We are behind the eight ball on the time frame. It will take a miracle for the project to be completed on the original timeline. As soon as Holden gets back into the office, we both need to be making calls to contractors to get them back into town. We could not afford to pay contractors that were not working for over a month. Thankfully, this project isn’t the only thing that the firm has going on. There are a couple of projects in Clinton that have come in that have kept me busy. It has kept Amelia busy too, which keeps her calm. Ever since Mayson was attacked she’s act
That bitch just will not die. Mayson seems to have nine lives like a mangy cat. I am so over this whole thing. She should have stayed gone eight years ago. My life would not be so complicated if it were not for her. There is no way that I will be able to get close enough to her again to try to finally rid this world of her. After the incident in the hospital, she has not been without some sort of guard dog, Seth included. I had thought about slitting his throat in his sleep many times over the last couple of months because of Mayson. She sucked him into her perfect world just like everyone else. I can’t help but go back to the night of the attack and try to figure out what I did wrong. My footsteps sounded like thunder as I ran across the driveway behind the house. I could feel my heart pounding in my ears. I was so scared that someone was going to see me sneaking through the back yard. I almost could not catch my breath, but I had to keep moving. The stench of the roses that Ma
I ran my hands all over her body, exploring every inch of her soft skin, I let my fingertips linger on the lacy edges of her lingerie. Mayson’s own hands began to work on the buttons of my shirt, one by one. I could not help but moan as she traced the lines of my abs with the tip of her nail. I quickly moved to the clasp of her bra, freeing her breasts with a gentle touch that sent a shiver down her spine. Our kisses grew deeper, more urgent, as we were both seeking to reconnect with the passion that we had lost. The fabric of our clothing seemed to melt away, leaving us both bare to each other's touch. Mayson’s breath hitched as I slid my hand down her back, cupping her ass and squeezing gently. She had to feel how hard I was pressing against her. She rocked her hips slightly, teasing me. I could see in her lidded eyes how turned on she was and she was enjoying the power she had over me. The air was charged with electricity as our eyes met. We were making a silent promise of a pa
I really did not want to go lay down for a nap. I was tired of laying in a bed, but I could see how I really did not want to go lay down for a nap. I was tired of laying in a bed, but I could see how worried Holden was about me. He is blaming himself for what happened that night. I don’t blame him at all. I blame whoever walked into our house like they belonged and tried to take my life from me. I suppose it is a good idea to just leave Holden with his thoughts for now. If I could just remember something about that night after I got home. I know Mama said that I talked to her, but I don’t remember the whole conversation, just bits and pieces. What I really want is to be able to reconnect with Holden. Our love for each other has not diminished, but there is this cloud hanging over it because of what happened here. We need to find our way back to each other. It has been too long since we have laid in our bed together and I miss him so much. I want to feel his arms around me. Holde