I know exactly what I have to do. I sent the picture to Devon and he gave me the go ahead late last night. That single picture could destabilize the Kellers, and that's precisely what I'm aiming for. Because of work, I won't have the time to print it, but Devon promised to get someone to do it for me. I'll get it during lunch in a nearby café, but I have no idea of who will be delivering it. He didn't tell me, so it can't be him. Besides, he still isn't healed. I'm running out of time. I only have three weeks left and I don't even know if that picture will have the effect that I want it to have. If everything goes well, Ethan will be out of the company and there'll be some chaos, because he takes care of all the finances, or so I've heard. I'm unsure of this logic, but Devon is in agreement with everything, and he was the one who told me to get proof of their affair. If Devon thinks it's right, then that's what should be done. I choose to wear a black pencil skirt and a beige blous
Damien opens the door to his office later that night and the first thing he sees is the small white envelope on the floor. He frowns as he picks it up. He flips it around. There's nothing written on it, which is odd. There's not even an address, so he has no clue of who sent it. He places it on his desk and loosens his tie. He'll have a look at it later, after he's had a drink. The meeting with Robert Dean didn't end well. He was once a good friend of his father's, but his faith in the Keller family has decreased significantly. All because of the Browns. He heard about the shooting at the nightclub, the murder of Rodrigo Santos, everything the Browns tried against him. He's not happy about it. The word on the streets is that the notorious Damien Keller has gone soft. He can't allow that to happen. Nothing about him is soft, he just decided to let others do his dirty work. That'll have to change, though. He assured Robert that he would revert the situation, and he always keeps his pro
There's tension crackling in the air. I feel it the moment I arrive, but maybe I'm just being paranoid. Everything looks ordinary. Everyone is exactly where they should be, and no one has given me a second glance since I've arrived.When I got home yesterday, I fished the pack of cigarettes from the bottom of my bag and smoked one. I didn't get that buzz, but it was something. It relaxed me a little, I'll admit, and that's exactly what I needed. My wish was to go back and take that envelope back, but it's impossible. His office is always locked when he isn't there and I don't have the key. He'll find it, it's only a matter of time and then what?I couldn't help myself. I smoked another one in rapid succession and my lungs were on fire after I finished it. It relaxed me, though, I won't lie, which is what made me smoke the second one. The only problem is that after I was done, I wanted another. I didn't, because of how terrible I felt, but I couldn't sleep. I stayed awake the whole nig
Damien frowns and takes a step back. I'm only relieved that his gun isn't pressed to my jugular. I rub the spot with my clammy hand. He asks, "What did you say?"I make a show of looking down. "I know that this is completely inappropriate. You're my boss and I've only started working for you, but I can't help it. I can't change how I feel." I raise my eyes to meet his gaze. There's distrust in his eyes, which means he hasn't really bought what I said yet. If I don't try my best to convince him, I'm a dead woman. "She doesn't deserve you, Mr. Keller. She doesn't realize that your cousin isn't half the man you are. It's unfair that she gets to keep you and not even be loyal to you."His facial expression hasn't changed. Am I exaggerating? I need to make my point believable. But if he didn't believe in me, at least a little, he would've killed me by now. He put the gun down, that's got to mean something.Right? After a beat, he says, "You're a good liar."I smile a little and look down.
Ethan places a hot kiss on Elizabeth's mouth.The movement of her hips is tantalizingly slow. The circular, rhythmic motion is driving him insane. The little moans leaving her lips fuel his passion. He squeezes the flesh of her hips and grinds against her harder. Her fingernails are digging into his shoulders, but the pain blends with the sheer pleasure of being buried inside her.He doesn't know where he loves to fuck her most. At home, when Damien isn't around, or right in the staff room of the lounge. Sometimes in Damien's office, when he isn't around. The thrill of it is what truly turns him on. This must be the most reckless and exhilarating thing he's ever done, and Ethan Keller isn't exactly known for being a daredevil."Fuck, Elizabeth," he mutters beneath his breath as he breaks their kiss. He comes face-to-face with her erect nipples, and he can't help but pop one in his mouth and suck gently. She loves it when he does that.Their affair started a little over four months ago
I slam the apartment door shut.I'm still shaking. I can barely hold my keys. They keep slipping from my sweaty hands and they won't stop jingling. It's like my head is filled with cotton candy. I can't quite believe that I'm alive, that I managed to convince Damien Keller that I'm not a spy.I fish my phone out of my bag and throw my bag across the room. With trembling fingers, I dial Devon's number. I pray to God that he answers this time, because if he doesn't I'll have a panic attack. The phone rings and rings, every ring feels like it's an hour long.He answers on the last ring. "Amelia, listen. I can't really talk right now—""He found out," I interrupt.Devon is quiet for a long time. We're both breathing heavily on each end of the line. He says, "Keller found out about you?""Almost," I admit. "He had cameras. He saw me shove the fucking envelope under the door. He interrogated me and I just panicked.""Fuck," he mutters beneath his breath. "What happened after? What did he sa
"You came," he says.I was right. He is surprised that I'm here. Not taking Devon's advice was the best decision I made. "Of course. I told you I had nothing to hide. I told you the whole unfiltered truth. I'm here to stay."He stands from his high desk chair and the leather creaks. "For a moment I thought that perhaps you would be lying.""No," I say and attempt to make my voice sound breathless. Just for the effect. "I would never lie to you."He stops a few spaces ahead of me and we watch each other. He appears to be much calmer today, yet I'm still filled to the brim with apprehension. To break the tense silence, I ask, "What was the task?""This. I had my doubts about your intentions, but I've had the entire night to think everything through." He turns his back to me. "I didn't think you'd come, Yara, but clearly I was mistaken."I nod. This is exactly what I wanted to hear. I'm out of danger. My shoulders sag with relief. "So what happens now? What will you do about it?"He turn
Devon sits at the bar and orders a drink.The bartender has never seen him before, so he gives him a funny look. A small bar like this, he must know every single person that comes in here. He hopes to hell that Bernard was right about this. He came a long way and he isn't going back without getting this done. He even tore a few stitches earlier. He makes a mental note to go to the clinic as soon as he's done with this.He takes the photo from the inside of his coat and slides it across the table. The bartender looks at him funny, but leans over to take a good look at the photo. "You know this woman?"He snaps his gaze back to Devon's. "Depends. Who's asking?""The CIA, the FBI, Interpol, what does it matter? Just answer the fucking question." He knows that the mention of these normally scares people. No one wants to get involved with the law.He puts both his hands in the air. It's almost as if Devon showed him a badge and told him to. "I don't want any trouble, man. I'm just doing my