ProfessionalPov: MaddisonTurns out that trying to be more professional with Mr Winston was harder than I thought. For starters, he was totally fine with my decision to do a complete one eighty on him.He kept his distance from me. He didn't even look my way. He didn't ask if I was fine or if I slept well. There were no covert looks. No warm smiles. No lasting gazes. No inside jokes. No more inviting me to his office to have lunch with him. There was none of that.I should love this. This was what I wanted, right? This was what I asked for... Right?I sighed as I walked into the building that morning. Olivia greeted me with a cheery wave and smile and I had smiled back tightly at her and kept on working, not wanting to strike a conversation with her...I wasn't in the mood. I walked into the elevator and pushed the button to take me to the suite reserved just for Mr Winston. I got off the elevator the moment I arrived and went to get those early reports printed, made his early morn
Decisions and RepercussionsPov: MaddisonWe finished up our lunch and were heading back to the office in Olivia's Mercedes, since she had carpooled all of us in her car."Speaking on this Mr Winston topic–" Olivia said, strapping herself to her seat and reapplying her lip gloss, whipping open her compact mirror she carried along with her all the time.A cold chill tickled my spine and my ribcage felt like it was constricting my lungs and heart until it became almost impossible to breath and my heart was skipping beats in my chest. "How're you two getting along?" She asked, touching up her mascara and wiping an inexistent smudge from the corner of her lips. "It's best you two maintain a good relationship so that I can get employee benefits for Mr Winston being hopelessly in love with you. String him along if you have to, until i get my money's worth, ya hear?" She said, snapping her compact mirror close and adjusting herself in her seat to key in the ignition.Kat turned around in he
sack lettersPov: MaddisonI was up bright and early the next day, my mind refreshed from my good night sleep and the pleasure of having the bed all to myself throughout the night. Shower was even more refreshing and i dressed in a finely knit cashmere sweater that almost exposed a sliver of skin if I raised my hands too high and a pencil skirt that stopped a few inches above my knee. There was a little slit that exposed some skin on my thigh and I had tied up the simple chic look with a pair of my favourite bombass snow white prada heels. The ones I had gotten on sale and nearly broke a tooth for.I hadn't really dressed up for work in a long time, throwing on whatever official looking pair of clothes I could find, but still coming out looking effortlessly chic. I loved clothes, I loved designs, I've always loved to dream and create and style outfits but I had switched my major to business administration mid–way into my second semester because I had listened to the voices in my head
Telepathic ConnectionsPov: WinstonI could feel the connection between my mate and I going more and more taut with the weight of the distance she had put between us these past few days.But that didn't mean I was immune to how badly every cell in my body was screaming to claim and be claimed by her.I had kept my distance, respecting her wishes and trying to find healthy distractions that would not make me appear in a gossip column of a magazine the next day.I had tried to fuck her out of my system. I had tried and failed. I never even made it to second base with any of these women. I was genuinely not attracted to them. The only person on my mind was Maddie and it seemed that no part of me would rest until I was safe with her.She had walked into office today, looking as beautiful and pristine as ever and I had nearly fallen off my swivelling chair when she showed up at my desk. There was something about her that was even more beautiful to look at today and as we ran through my va
back to lifePov: MaddisonI was feeling refreshed and happier from the awesome dinner I had had with Mr Winston and his college and childhood friends last night.Will had not been at home, probably off looking for a job or something. I had prepared some pasta and left some for him in the fridge to heat up when ever he returned.My mother had wanted me to come visiting this weekend and I stood in front of her door, ringing her doorbell and waiting for her to open the door for me.She didn't take long at all, one moment, I was pressing the button, the next, the door was flying open and she was pulling me into her tight, warm, motherly embrace."Maddie!" She cried, "Maddison, how are you?! How are you?"I hugged her softly, my arms going around her to hug her back as I breathed in her familiar scent that smelled like laundry and detergent and starch. "Maddie, what happened?" She asked when she pulled back from the hug to look at me, concern etched into her eyes. "You were hysterical wh
Photoshoot troublesPov: MaddisonAs i worked into the company that morning, the first thing I saw was a huge poster of me spread out like a wall paper on the entirety of one of the walls on the ground floor. I walked towards the wall and my heart was doing backflips and cartwheels throught the time it took for me to reach the giant wallpaper of (gulp) me.I looked good, I realized.My hands were shaking at my sides and I was hyperventilating out of control, a light sheen of sweat had gathered on my face... But I looked great.I had picked my favourite shots of the entire photoshoot and those were the two shots now plastered on the wall for every one to see. I liked the fact that Mr Winston had made good on his promise to let me have the final say in what got published and what got chucked in the bin. I had discarded the only one shot that had been even the slightest bit provocative or sleezy and kept the rest. The shots were going to be on fine print, in magazines, on billboards, on
Raze the earthPov: WinstonI was having a meeting with the executives of my technical department from Los Angeles when Maddie bursted into the conference room with the morning cup of coffee and morning news reports she usually summarized for me every morning.She was late and I raised my head to reprimand her for being late today, when i saw the look on her face and my thoughts came to a screeching halt. My heart stopped beating for one terrifying moment in my chest and my mouth turned dry.Her eyes were red and bleary and her face was puffy and swollen. Her cheeks were stained with tears and her face looked like it had been wiped clean of all her make-up hastily. I was out of my sit and walking over to her in seconds, my heart, beating out of control in my chest, my hands shaking at my sides and balling into tightened fists.What had happened to her? Who had hurt her? Why had she been crying? These questions thrashed around in my head as I walked over to her.I wanted to wrap her
AshesPov: MaddisonI was fuming by the time I walked into the building, barely able to contain the rage bubbling in the pit of my stomach.The email I'd received yesterday from none other than Mr Winston His Royal Dick Highness himself was etched in my head:I have noticed that majority of the employeesWorking in this Manhattan branch have a thingAgainst one of the most diligent workers in the officeThis is a stern reminder that bullying and gossip mongeringWill not be tolerated. Already, I have compiled names of everyoneInvolved in this heinous act and they are not to show their face at the officeAgain. Do well to not be caught victim of this.Attached to the damning email was a file containing all hundred and sixty two of my colleagues that were required to vacate office immediately.I remember my heart constricting in my chest and forgetting its pumping action. I remember my lungs suddenly not knowing how to receive oxygen anymore. I stared at the texts and reread and reread