Shots fired POV: Maddison We had been transported to another world. It was a decked out basement with high walls and higher ceilings and also a good vent system because the entire place wasn't hot or stuffy yet. There was loud music playing, a remix of Travis Scott, I'm sure. The entire room was awash in purple, blue and red neon lights, party disco lights and streamers were strewn on the floor. There were ornate couches to sit on, and booths if you wanted more privacy. Most of the booths were empty and a few people were sitting on the couches, getting a lap dance or smoking and drinking. There was also an upstair that was currently not as crowded as the ground floor was at the moment. There was a perfectly stocked bar at the end of the room to our left, at the up corner, the dj booth was pulsing where the dj was remixing song with his gear and headphones, spinning the wheel and hyping up the crowd. I think the crowd of people were what shocked me the most. I was expecting perf
Better than Revenge Pov: Winston *Two hours earlier* I deserved an asshole of the year award for what I had made Maddie go through. I promised myself that I'd change, that I wouldn't be so hot–cold with her, but heaven knows I was trying... I was trying not to lose hold of my sanity. I was trying to put myself together, but the moment something came and threatened that peace I was steadily trying to build up and secure, I fell like a pack of cards. I was lying in my bed staring up at the ceiling, the reports and history books I had been reading lay strewn around me, the calculations I had been making in my head were long gone and muddled together now. Her face. Her eyes. Her tears. Her lips trembling. Begging me to not do this to her. Her eyes filled with hate and loathe, after I got what I wanted from her. With any luck, she was still back in her room, sleeping the pain off and I was here hurting for what I had put her through. I had pondered on what she had told me... the poss
The sweetest revengePov: WinstonShe held my gaze for an uncomfortably long amount of time... Enough to let me know that she knew that I was watching, she knew that I was watching her every move and she decided to put on a show.She knew... She knew how much she was about to hurt me and she took a bow and began her act.She smiled, a slow, wicked smile that left me breathless and suffocating, my lungs feeling with dread... With the nauseating feeling of impending doom. And then she turned around and continued her foreplay with Shawn.Her fingers dug into his hair, and she started moving on him, rubbing her ass all over his crotch, grinding into him with a new found passion that drove him crazy enough to grab her ass and move her against him in the direction he wanted.She paused again, looked up... Straight at me... And grinned... And winked.She winked at me.And shattered me to a million broken pieces that will never come back together again.And she went back to grinding on him. A
NightmarePov: Winston.This trip was slowly turning into a nightmare. I felt like shit the next morning and acted even shittier to anyone that vexed me in the slightest.I had anticipated that this trip would bring us together, would give us a breath of fresh air that we both desperately needed, but all it was doing was driving a wedge between us and pulling us even farther apart."Mr Winston!" I froze.And thawed.And kept on walking."Mr Winston, sir!" I squeezed my eyes shut.Was I imagining this? Was I imagining her voice? Was it not enough that I stayed up all night, the sound of her gut–wracking sobs, tormenting me. Torturing me. The fact that I was the one that had caused this... The one that had caused all of this. The one that was bringing her pain.I should stay away. I should avoid her. I should keep my distance to secure her peace of mind. To not hurt her anymore. I should... I must.But how can I do that when she's intent on haunting me. When her voice keeps replaying i
Mistakes and leftoversPov: WinstonWe were invited to dinner again tonight and called up to sit with Mr Vanderbilt himself at the highest table, thanks to our 'relationships' with the Vanderbilt twins.I kept glaring in Shawn and Maddie's direction, anger curdling my blood. They were sitting so close and giggling and whispering to each other right across from me and I had twisted my fork into mangled metal three times tonight now.I noticed... I noticed everything about Maddie tonight. She had gone for a more conservative dress than last time with a Cleopatra style neckline, and a sparkling silver dress that clung to every part of her svelte, slender figure. She was wearing a diamond bracelet that she had told me was gifted to her by Shawn and I simmered in rage and told her it looked nice.They were talking in low, hushed tones and his hand was clasped over hers on the table for everyone to see. She was looking up at him with literal stars in her eyes, looking like she was intereste
Two facedPov: MaddisonAt this point, nothing Anna does could shock me again.Imagine spreading the false narrative about me, sleeping with Mr Winston, when the two faced snake herself was fucking him all this while.Did that mean that she was Mr Winston's lover?Where they actually together?Mr Winston said that they weren't. He had said that he didn't have a thing for her. That means, Mr Winston had lied. That means Mr Winston is a fucking liar!I mean, now it made sense that Anna was given free rein in the company. It made sense that she still hadn't been sacked even though there were evidences that she was bullying subordinates into working for her and doing her job.B... But, Mr Winston had asked me if there was anything incriminating about Anna. He looked like he had wanted to fire her that day... When he saw first hand what Anna had done to my computer. The first day I returned to work after trying to get myself back from the assault. He had seen her and he had told me to make
Girls' day outPov: MaddisonI've never shopped with an elite before. The only three designer clothing items I had were bought from second–hand stores and those had been on flash sales.When I had asked Alice why she decided to take me shopping and why we even needed to, she had looked at me, aghast and appalled. "My father's sixty–fifth birthday is on Sunday, Maddie. That's in three days. THREE days. We need to shop for new clothes to get ready."And when I had asked her if this was all necessary, she had said, fuck yeah it is!And the first place she took me to was a Pandora outlet store, declaring that the most important thing on us that day must be our jewelry. And we had to pick the best jewelry out there and choose an outfit that would go with that jewelry. As opposed to the conventional way of choosing an outfit first and then, picking out jewelry to go with the outfit.We walked around the store for a while. Alice had already picked out a gigantic jewelry set with huge clear c
noPov: MaddisonI swallowed awkwardly and Mr Winston was glaring at a piece of furniture.Okayyyy... Um..."I... I think...""Don't make this any more awkward than it needs to be, Maddison." He said coldly, his hands, digging into the pockets of his pants, his shoulders relaxed and equally tensed, "let's just find you a pair of shoes."My heart dropped to my stomach.Right.I went to an isle that had caught my eyes previously and began looking at designer shoe collections.I found a pair of Swarovski studded stilleto pumps and nearly squealed in excitement. Perfect. This is perfect.Mr Winston looked from over my shoulders and clicked his tongue. "That's several sizes too short."I frowned at him. "No, it's not.""Try it on for yourself," he shrugged."I will!" I huffed.I tried to kick off the flats I was wearing and put on the pumps...and nearly fell face flat, and nearly planted my face into a potted plant.I steadied myself just as Mr Winston reached out to grab and hold me stead