InfatuatedPov: MaddisonIt was a fifteen minute drive from the private airport to the Vanderbilt Tower. Everyone was already waiting for us by the time Mr Winston stepped out of the Range Rover and held out a hand to help me down too.We were ushered into the building by men in black suits, dark shades and ear devices that I realized were security and taken to the lobby were my colleagues were gathered and sitted."Maddison!" A very familiar voice cried, delighted to have me.Shawn, who looked to be addressing the other employees of Mr Winston was around the other end of the room and walking over to me, his arms outstretched, almost like he wanted a hug.He was in front of me in a few long strides and woah! Turns out that he DID want a hug because he was pulling me forward and into his arms, hugging the life out of me and even lifting me off the ground a bit.I laughed, giving into the hug, my arms going around him in a warm embrace."It's so good to see you again, My Friend!" He exc
All's well that ends well Pov: Maddison I stared at the floor to ceiling mirror, pinching myself. This is real. This is very real. The son of a billionaire tech tycoon is infatuated with you. Wow. Shawn had made good on his promise and at his command, I was served the most elaborate lunch I could think of. I was stuffed so full, I took a long long nap and when I woke up, I was convinced that I was still dreaming. I'm not. I reached into the finely designed china on my dresser and popped a macron in my mouth, chewing slowly and relishing the taste. I could get used to this. There was a knock on my door and I stood up from where I was sitting at my vanity to answer the door. "Mr Winston!" I gasped when I opened the door to see who it was. He was right in front of me, in flesh and blood, wearing only a black T-shirt and black cotton pants. His dark hair was a stylish mess of curls on top his head and he looked like he just got out of the shower. He stepped inside, inviting hi
To make an entrancePov: MaddisonA knock on my door roused me awake.I stared around in initial confusion at first, realizing that my room was dark and empty and I was alone in bed.I remember falling asleep in Mr Winston's arms, talking about everything that had been bothering me this past few days, getting the mountain off my chest.And he had been so kind and patient, stroking my hair, wiping my tears, rubbing my arms.But all that seemed to be like a distant memory. A fever dream. Something I had imagined or thought up.Because why the hell will my own boss come up here just to comfort me? I definitely dreamt that shit up. I gathered myself, clutched my robe around my chest and walked to the door, pulling in open.Alice stood in front of me in all of her graceful, elegant beauty.She was dressed in the Vanderbilt Tower customized white and gold robe, her hair was in a bonnet and her arms were laddened with designer bags and clothes in clothe bags.There were a few hotel assista
Not like most menPov: WinstonI was only deceiving myself. I was putting on a damn show and managing to convince everyone that I was interested in Alice when everything in me was screaming to wrench Maddie from Shawn's side and hold her hand and hold on to her and show her off to the world and have her by my side.I had managed to convince Alice. Shawn. Every single person in this room. Heck, even Maddie...Everyone but myself.And that made me a fraud. That made me a liar. That made me a fucking coward.And the pain. Oh God, the pain I had felt. The pain that attacked every nerve in my body was almost crippling. And if this was what she felt... If this was what she was feeling... Then I was killing her.I was carving her chest open and ripping out her beating heart and shattering it in my clenched fists.I was destroying her.And that didn't just make me a fraud. That didn't just make me a liar. That didn't just make me a fucking coward...It made me a sadistic murderer too.Why was
Chapter 38: special requestPov: WinstonI was in a private meeting with a group of other trusted business men, gathered in a conference room, having a conversation with the tech tycoon giant himself.Mr Zachary Vanderbilt.By his sides were his two children. The elegant Allison Sharon Vanderbilt and the asshole Shawn Abel Vanderbilt.Allison... or Alice, as she was usually called, was poised and composed by her father's side, listening attentively to what everyone had to say, even offering her own two cents and imploring to her father on people's behalf once in a while.I could see her becoming the next magnate of Van–Tech and ruling with a graceful hand.Her twin brother on the other hand...I growled lowly at him, unable to hold myself back.Motherfucking asshole.He was lounging in his swivelling chair, appearing nonchalant and disinterested, picking his nails and picking out flint from his clothes, some times, using his phone and appearing like he wasn't paying much attention.Bu
MatchmakingPov: Maddison.I ran into Mr Winston during the breakfast buffet.I saw him approaching me and turned around, walking the other way, intent on avoiding him."Maddison!" I heard him calling out to me.I squeezed my eyes shut and prayed to every angel and celestial being out there to help me avoid this. To help me avoid meeting him. To help avoid seeing his handsome fucking face.Because it's not fair! It's not fair he has to affect me like this! It's not fair that I cried myself to sleep that night over a broken heart like I was in fucking highschool! It's not fair at all.His hands clasped around my wrist.I froze.I am a block of ice. A statue built of stone. I couldn't move even if I tried."I was calling you!"I squeezed my eyes tighter.His voice... Did always sound sooo... Good? Deep and smooth and sexy."I didn't hear you," I choked out, my knees, threatening to give out beneath me.Pathetic. Pathetic Maddie."Are you okay?" He was in front of me now. Grey grey eyes
The Vanderbilt shamPov: MaddisonI was still spitting and cursing by the time I reached the door to my room. I searched my pockets for my key card, found it and slid it across the slot and pushed the door open, muttering swear words and choice expletives at a certain grey eyed demon.I crashed into my bed and took up a pillow, screaming into it for a straight one minute."Woah. Who got on your bad side?" A voice chuckled close by.I looked up at Shawn, smiling down gently on me.I wiped an embarrassed arm across my face self–consciously, wiping my tears. "What are you doing here? How did you get in here?""How I got in here, the door was wide open," he pointed to the door, "what I'm doing here..." He shoved his hands in his pockets, appearing bashful. "I was going out with some of my friends later tonight, for a drink at this exclusive night club. I wanted to check in and see if you would like to come with us. You look like you could use a good night out."I looked up apologetically
Girls just Wanna have funPov: Maddison.You know what?! Fuck Mr Winston! And his stupid ass who thinks he can tell me what I can and cannot do with my nights, with my body, with my friends.How dare he threaten me with my position in ASOS for a trivial war he was pitting against the son of the owner of the tech giant? That was unfair and low of him. I didn't owe him anything outside of work and he had no right to tell me to sit in my room when I wanted to go out with Shawn and his friends tonight.I was so pumped up and ready to go a few moments ago, but standing in front of the full length mirror, inspecting my outfit, I started to reconsider the whole thing.I was wearing the sexiest, most risque dress I have ever worn, a pure white body con dress with halter strings that tied around my neck, a neckline that dipped almost to my navel and and my back was on display and the dress stopped just below my butt. My heels were sky high bright red suede wedge heels, the tallest pair of of