WAYLONHer eyes are red with tears. They gush out as if someone has turned on a faucet. I didn't expect to be at the end of comforting someone, not since. . ."I caught my best friend sleeping with my boyfriend in his apartment." She quietens down. "It was our third-year anniversary." She runs a hand through her hair as she wipes the tears with the back of her hand. I watch her do that until I can't control myself from touching her. I have this overwhelming need to hug her tightly and caress her hair. I don't know where this urge is coming from within me. My heart is distant from catching feelings, and me having feelings like this for her is almost beyond the horizon. "They betrayed me, both of them." So, I offer her what I can. I grab her palm tightly, tugging at it, hoping she feels what I'm feeling. "Why did they do that to me?"She didn't deserve this.Nobody deserves to be cheated upon by the love of their life.I can feel her pain when I shouldn't."Your boyfriend is a fuckhead.
WAYLONAfter putting Ms Fischer in a cab, I take a long walk home because I feel like it. There are a lot of things on my mind, and some of them are about her. Never in a million years did I think I would find a woman this beautiful and intoxicating.When she told me about her cheating boyfriend as tears ran down her face, I couldn't help but keep watching her eyes since I was spellbound.That was probably the first time I found a woman beautiful while she was crying.My feet knock a small pebble to the side of the road. My phone starts ringing somewhere in my pocket. Without caring about who's calling me, I fish the phone out of my pocket and bring it to my ears, automatically picking the call up."Hey, baby." The woman on the static speaks. It takes me a moment to realise it's Andie. "Why didn't you come to pick up your card today at the bar-r-r?" She slurs her words. "You know I had been waiting for you?""I had work, Andie." My fingers massage my eyes. "Didn't we have this convers
EVERETT The harsh light from the open window of my living room streams directly on my face. Putting a hand over my face to block the sunlight, I wake up with a pounding as if heavy metal rock music is chorusing in my head. I prop myself on my elbows and rub a finger under my eyelids. With the back of my hand, I get rid of last night's mascara gunk from the corner of my eyes. I sit up, stretching my arms and yawning big. Then all the events from last night hit me at once, and my heart immediately shatters into several tiny pieces. I run a hand over my face in disbelief. Did all those things actually happen? Why does it hurt so much? Is this my life now since it certainly feels like a dream? Gosh, I can't believe this is happening to me. My boyfriend is in bed with my best friend. Why I am a part of a telenovela episode? Then, my eyes fall on the wall clock, and I almost yell. I'm fifteen minutes late to work. I scramble for the washroom to get a quick shower. I pull out a basi
WAYLONWhen I wake up in the morning, all those things that happened last night with Ms Fischer come back to me. I twist in my bed, running a hand through my hair.Why did I have to do that?Couldn't I have just left her alone?What was I thinking?I lay on my stomach, wondering if what I did was right or wrong. I can sometimes be really selfish since I can temporarily forget how my actions affect the other person, but the guilt always comes back to me.Then another thought crosses my mind.How is she doing right now?I slap my face with my bare hands as I slide my body off to the edge of my hard mattress. My feet hit the ground when Rosa enters my room with my morning tea without knocking on my bedroom door."Are you still sleeping?" She sets the tea tray on the coffee table on the left side of my room. "Did you get drunk again last night, Way?" Rosa gives me a death stare while she puts a hand on her hip. "It's about time you get married and take some responsibility in your life. Yo
EVERETTI sit on the toilet seat, having second thoughts about what I ate last night for my stomach to hurt this badly. Then I remember I drank a lot on an empty stomach. The rest of the night--after I saw my boyfriend hooking up with my best friend--comes back to me at lightning speed. I press a hand against my tummy, willing the physical pain to fade away along with the emotional pain thrashing around the walls of my heart.My stomach growls loudly, but nothing comes out. I put my face in my hands as sweat beads line the entirety of my hairline. God, did I really do all of that?I forced myself on Mr Waylon fucking Thorne, and he let me?I know I can be a drunken nuisance to be around when I get that drunk, but what in the love of all things good and holy?Why did I have to want him last night?How am I supposed to face him now?Then, my mind skips to the part where he put me in a cab, and before he put me inside it, he held my hands in his and spoke some words. Those words stab me
EVERETT"Let's draw a line between our professional and private lives." I thin my lips, offering him a sad smile. I clear my throat as I find my words again. "Work is work. As you said last night, we shouldn't cross those lines. And we are at work right now, Waylon." Then I run a hand over my cheeks. "So you should keep your hands off me, Mr Thorne."Waylon peers at me longingly as his mouth quivers at the end of my sentence. I know he won't say anything anymore now that I have put him on the spot. He would be too embarrassed to say anything, considering his giant ego that I had heard about making the rounds around the office when he took over the management.Before Waylon can defend himself, a woman interrupts us, standing on the threshold of his office with one of her hands resting against her chest. Her face is a bit unclear from the harsh light that bounces right over her features at the entrance of the spacious working space."Is this how you work, Wayne?" Her voice comes ripping
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WAYLONI watch the security officers of the office building rush in through the door while Andie stays put where she is. She's not having my current attitude toward her invasion of my privacy. Her eyes are unfazed as she quietly assesses the emotions on my face as my features bounce from uncaring to indifferent."Take her away right now." I wave my hand off to gesture for her physical removal from my room and my life. "And let me know who wants to take responsibility for letting her in here in the first place. Report back to me with details when you finish getting rid of her."Andie clears her throat as the two men reach for her hands from either side."I'll remember this, Waylon." Her eyebrows twitch from anger and resentment and whatnot. "You'll pay for how you've made me feel today. You will. Mark my words.""Get her out of here." I bark since Ms Fischer is not in the room, so I don't feel the need to hide my anger any longer. "I want her gone in the next five minutes from this off
EVERETTWhen Waylon calms down a little, I take his face in my palms and mentally prepare to ask him what's going on in his mind as I watch his shoulders slump and shake. With an unsure hand, I pull him into my chest. Hugging him tightly against my chest, I run my fingers through his hair."I need you as much as you need me, Mr Thorne."He sucks in a deep breath and makes an odd noise at the back of his throat. But he doesn't say anything."I want you in my life, Waylon." Softly, I whisper next to his earlobe. "You're very much needed. Never forget that."Still looking down at his hands, he sniffles loudly."Why are you crying, Mr Thorne?" I slowly chew on the inside of my lower lip. "Is something bothering you?" Exhaling, I try to offer him a comforting small smile. "Maybe I can lend you an ear and hear you out if you want to tell me what's bothering you. At least I can hear all about your problems."He shakes his head softly."It's nothing.""It's not not nothing." Growing unusually
WAYLONI watch her fall asleep in my arms as she softly moans, taking deep breaths. When I caress the side of her head, she melts into my chest and exhales with another sweet whimper that's like music to my ears. I love the sounds she's making. I never thought Ms Fischer would be so vocal in bed. Also, I never thought that she would ask me to be inside her.Gosh, that was so hot.I can't believe I've reached for her, and she accepted me for what I am and let me do that to her.Being inside her was extra hot.Caressing her face as she sleeps on her side, I wrap my free arm around her back, pulling her closer to my chest than she already is. Patting the back of her head, I wonder if this passionate night was a culmination of our longing for each other. Maybe we were supposed to wind in bed sooner rather than later. It also explains the loneliness formerly building within me, wanting an escape so I can breathe easily and live my life the way I want to. And being with Everett, I recall th
EVERETT The second the cab pulls up in front of the apartment building, the driver loudly announces we are there. His voice wakes me abruptly from my short-lived shut-eye, and I jolt back a little, but I don't get hurt. Blinking my eyes, I take in the manly hands that hold me in place. Sighing, I realise that Waylon's arms have been around me all this while. His protective arms held me as I had been sleeping on the way home. The moment I zero in on Waylon's facial features, I notice Waylon yawning slightly, as he has been nodding off beside me since his head was resting atop mine, and now he's moving his head side to side to stretch his neck muscles. Making an odd noise in the back of my throat, I slowly lick my lips. Staring at my hands in my lap, I watch him undo the cuffs around his wrists while his arm is still around my shoulder. He slowly straightens himself as he breaks our embrace. Clumsily, he retrieves his hand from resting around my shoulder, glances at my face and offers m
EVERETTGetting into the backseat after Waylon, I stare at him sideways without turning to face him as I watch him adjust his neck against the leather head restraint and sink into it with a sigh. He anxiously moves his knee as his fingers thrum against the fabric of his pants as he stares at the city road outside the car. The conversation we had before we set foot in the cab was something. It makes me wonder if my decision to let him in my apartment this late at night is wrong as I set down the wet umbrella over the back dash.If he didn't want to see me, he wouldn't have been here, sitting next to me.But what if something goes wrong between us tonight?And even if it does, would I hold him fully accountable for that since I said yes to this situation and put myself willingly into it?If things go right, will it be everything I wanted the night to be?Or will I regret it the next day when I wake up and face him at work?Shaking my head to rid myself of spiralling thoughts, I put my f
WAYLON"Oh. I'm sorry, Ms Fischer. I know I'm imposing on you." My eyes rest over the top of her head, and I can see her long hair caressing her shoulders. Her delicate hands hug my waist from the side as she walks beside me. She's helping me walk to the door. Who knew I would drink this much? "Can you call the cab company again? I can wait outside till they can get here.""I'll wait with you." She offers me a little smile. "It's late, and it's raining. It might not be safe to be alone outside, especially when it's difficult for you to stand upright and walk to the door."Shaking my head, I dismiss her statement."You don't need to worry about that. I'll be fine.""Here you go." Ms Fischer playfully pats my back when we finally step outside the restaurant's front door. Then she pulls out an umbrella from her bag and puts it over our heads, covering my head more than hers. I slide my arm across her waist and pull her closer to me. Then I release her from my touch. The sudden action ta
WAYLONDriving back home, I can feel my heart twist in regret. I wish Ms Fischer wouldn't have picked out that photograph from that cluttered mess.How did it even get there?The memories threaten to spill back into my life, but I put a tight lid on them and shove them to the back of my mind. I won't let what has happened in the past mingle with my reality, and I won't let any of that damned time become a part of my present again.Fenella and her reminders can kiss my ass.Pulling my ear pods out of the glove box and putting them in my ear, I start a call from my car's dashboard to Finn, thinking I can use the distraction.After a few long rings, my best friend picks up."Hey, are you in a meeting or something?"After a long beat, he speaks."No, I'm not in a meeting, but I was going through some approval requests. Why are you calling me right now, Way?""Would you like to go get some beers?"He sighs."What has made you change your mind? I mean, why now? Of all the times I have asked
EVERETT"The food tastes awesomely good." I stare at Mr Thorne sideways, wondering if he's enjoying his sandwich as he takes a big bite out of it. The fries in his takeaway box sit untouched, so I pick some up and bring it to my lips. I slowly munch on the food before putting a palm over my lips while talking. "The fries are good too."Mr Thorne takes another bite out of his food, staring at me sideways when my hand reaches into his meal to get another set of fries."If you wanted fries, you should have ordered your own. It was my treat anyway, so you didn't have to feel shy about it.""Aren't you snarky about sharing food?"He shakes his head slowly."I'm a little snarky about sharing my fries, considering how less often I touch them." He thins his lips. "That's it. There's nothing more to it than that."Running my fingers through my hair, I scoff."I wasn't shy about ordering fries. Not really." I lick my lips. "It's just that I thought their fries would be soggy, but these turned o
EVERETT"Are you not going home yet?" I knock on the door softly with the back of my knuckles as I stand with a foot inside the office room's threshold. His eyes stop at the file in my hands. "This was another document I prepared alongside the annual budgeting reports. It'll come in handy to cover the press release that should go out with the announcement of the new collaboration. Maybe it'll help the copywriting team with their article." I run a hand through my hair. "It was just that we left in such a hurry to the meeting that I forgot to bring it to you.""That's no problem," Mr Thorne muses, his eyes warming under the glow of the cool white hanging lamps. "I'll go through it when I have the time."In a way, through his words, he decides to alienate me. I put my hands behind my back as I stare at him expectantly, looking for an opening, maybe something that reinstates our earlier moment of intimacy. But his chilly exterior thwarts any prospects of an emotional exchange.I don't und
EVERETT"Thank you for backing me up in the meeting with Mrs Williams." Exhaling another long sigh, I peer out from the passenger's side car window. "I can't believe I hadn't stood up to her in such a long time, but having you there definitely gave me the strength to do that." Pivoting my head to face Mr Thorne, I offer him a small smile. "I can't thank you enough. It was nice to have someone on my side and speaking for Cody and my family."Mr Thorne steals a glance at me, taking in my facial features."I'm glad you thought it was a friendly gesture." He puts his eyes back on the road. "Somewhere in my head, I thought I might be offending you." Then he swallows hard, and the bump on his throat visibly bobs up and down. "I'm sorry about calling myself your boyfriend in there. Really sorry about that."He coughs breathlessly to hide his embarrassment."You weren't doing that at all." I chuckle awkwardly. "I mean, you weren't offending me." Running a hand through my hair, I shake my head