Teach Pov: Maddison I found that pretty blonde woman that I once saw hanging out with Winston. She was in my cubicle, leaning against my desk, reading a book. She was wearing a pretty white blouse that was almost see through and made her milk white skin glow brighter. Her skirt was cinched around her tiny waist. Her hair looked like it had been brushed so hard that it looked like polished gold, secured and tied up in a high ponytail. Her makeup was classy and subtle, some mascara, eyeliner, powder and lipgloss and her feet were cladded in chic boots. She had a slender, willowy figure that made her look so poised a delicate. I felt like a sewer rat in her presence. "Hey," I greeted tentatively, unsure of what she was even doing here. "You're in my... Workspace," I informed her as politely as I could hoping she wouldn't turn out to be another Anna. I like her initial aura and the soft warm vibes that I was getting from her so far. She looked up from the book she was reading, her
Dates from hell POV: Maddison I was standing awkwardly at a bustop, a few distance from the restaurant where I had decided that James met me for our little date thing. Luckily, I didn't have to explain any of this to my husband becsuse he had another one of his impromptu business trips and he'd be back tomorrow morning. William would go nuts if he knew that I was going on this colleague date thingie. He used to always gatekeep me from men after we started seeing in earnest, unconsciously cut me off from my friends and got me pregnant. Here I was today, childless, friendless and finally starting to branch out. I really didn't want to go and I felt super uncomfortable, but he had been hinting on how he was looking forward to it all week and I decided to just give in, just this once. I mean... He did fix my car. Only heaven knows what would have happened that day if he didn't find me in the parking lot. I was dressed down in converse shoes, denim shorts, a tshirt and sweatshirt on
Saved by the Gwyn POV: Maddison I called the tender and paid for my drinks,power walking the fuck out of there. James was fast on my heels. "Hey, Maddie, wait up!" He shouted, laughing and nearly tripping over himself as he tried to get to me. "No, you're drunk. Go home, James!" I called out, quickening my pace now because he was getting close to me. The streets were empty but thankfully, the street lamps offered enough light to help me navigate my way. I had thought it'd be best to have this 'date' as far away from my home as possible because I'd been having a bad feeling about James for a while now. I didn't want him following me and finding out where I lived. But it was about to turn back and bite me in the ass because I couldn't possibly run all the way back home now. Buses no longer operated at this time and I needed to stop at a safe distance to book an uber and I still had to wait for the uber to show up. What am I going to d– A hand clasped around my wrist and held me
friends and foes POV: Winston I had his records in my hands. James Edward Carter. The twenty eight year old, blonde hair blue eyed graduate from Brown. Something about that man rubbed me the wrong way and I had contacted the head of the acquisitions team to send me his files, records, reports from his former jobs, letters of recommendation and to get in contact with the referees he had placed in his application form. So far, two out of three of his referrals didn't exist and the third denied even knowing him. So far, the only thing credible about him was the fact that he hadgraduated from an Ivy League, his flawless academic records andnearly perfect GPA. His recommendation letters were fake and there were reports in his files stating that he had been suspected of stealing and selling intel from the software company he used to work at before and he was fired after a fellow colleague alleged that he had sexually assaulted her. I usually had a say in who was employed into my com
Fancy English men Pov: Winston Overwhelming, paralyzing fear was attacking every nerve in my body. My hands were trembling. My heart was pounding. My body was sweaty. The feeling wasn't coming from me. It was from Maddie. "Gwyn! Stop!" I called out, just as she reached for the door to the driver's side of the car to open it. She turned around, golden locks whipping around her. Her blue eyes darkened in concern. "What is it, Winston?" She whispered gently. "Maddie. Maddie is in trouble." She was up and alert in seconds, running back to my side. "what is it? How do you know for sure?" I raised my index finger to indicate I needed a second to focus as my ears perked up and my nose tried to pick up her scent. My senses were alarm sounds screaming in my head. And then, I caught it! Her faint floral scent. I started walking in the direction of it. Gwyn didn't say a word as she quietly followed behind me. I followed the long trail. She was with someone. Someone familiar. I sniffe
Girl time POV: Maddison I stayed in bed throughout the next day, a Sunday and called Oliviaover because I was so scared to stay in my apartment alone. She ended up inviting me over to her place where I slept over untilmy husband returned from his trip on Tuesday. She even jokedabout me moving in with her, since she wanted a roommate shecould split the bills with and I appreciated the fact that shegenuinely wanted me around. I ended up sleeping over at her placeand ended up actually liking it until I had to return home becausemy husband returned. I didn't want him knowing about any of this because he'd freak outthat I went on a 'date' behind his back. Gwyn and Mr Winston were so sweet, sending me goodnight textand 'how are you' messages every single day after that night. Everyone was being so supportive and I started getting used to theidea of being cared about by people that weren't my husband and mymother. It made me feel so warm. I was getting better and Mr Winston hadkept to
Justice Pov: Winston I knocked twice on the door and waited until the person in the upscale apartment opened up. The door creaked open, just an inch, the occupant of the household was alert and cautious. Well he had every fucking right to be. His blonde hair popped through the creak, blue eyes widened and froze over at me and he moved to shut the door. I placed my feet between the door and the door jamb, effectively stopping him from shutting the door. I shoved the door open, forcing my way into the apartment. He glared at me, following behind me as I found my way into the posh, sophisticated living room and sat comfortably, sinking into the plosh light blue couch. He stood a distance away from me, his face livid but his stance uncomfortable. He was holding an ice pack to his temple. His face had healed from most of the bruises we dealt on him on Saturday. Curse Gwyn and her gentle heart. I wanted to kill him. I wanted to kill him myself and slice his throat with my claw and
night Pov: Winston I heard my door bell ring impatiently over and over again, kicking me awake, a sharp pain, shooting through my neck. I winced, sitting up, immediately alert and my keen wolf ears heard Nancy as she hurried over to see who was at the door. I looked around, taking note of my surroundings and finally registering exactly where I was, what day it was and what time of the day it was. I was in my office, I had fallen asleep on the desk, looking through the last of the files of emoloyees Adelyne had emailed me late this afternoon and I had taken home some work and all the proposals I needed to sign and reject. It was evening on Friday and Gwyn had left early to focus on pack duties, creating a breathing space for my two favourite assholes to show up at my doorstep. Ethan and Nathan were pounding on the door of my office. "Yo, dickhead!" Nathan howled outside, "put on some clothes and get out here! We're taking your miserable ass out!" "Just so we're clear, Win," Etha