The most fucked up part?My mother isn't even sick. I have no idea how I'm going to drag her here. He'll know I was lying about the whole thing the minute she arrives. Why do I keep getting myself in trouble? I was trying to get out of one, but I'm entangled in a much bigger web of lies.And I can't even leave.I'm seriously considering disappearing without a word. What will I say to Damien in a week's time? That is, if I even have a week left. I didn't take the bus home like Sebastian wanted me to. I thought Damien was the lesser evil, but after today I've changed my mind. If I leave, he'll find me. He has the resources to do so. Devon's entire career revolves around keeping his identity hidden, but Damien managed to find him.We're moving to a new location, that's all I've been told. Everyone's running around like headless chicken. They've been carrying numerous bags of files and documents from Damien's office for about an hour. The strangest part? I haven't seen Ethan at all today.
I pull away. His lips are plump and red, moist.My head is spinning. Is this really happening again? Where's my common sense? I should've stopped this when I had the chance. "Mr. Keller—"I'm walking backwards until my ass hits his desk. He's right in front of me. His hands are on my waist and his nose is buried in my neck. "What were you trying to do earlier? Are you deliberately provoking me, Yara?"Fuck. I don't know what he means. "What?""You wanted me to ask you to stay, didn't you?" He forces me to meet his eyes. His pupils are dilated. He looks like a lustful beast. "Answer me, Yara."I nod, even though this is the exact opposite of what I wanted. I'm just going to agree with him on everything. "Yes."He grabs the backs of my thighs and lifts me so I'm sitting on his desk. He's rough, and I didn't even know I was into being rough until now. "You're driving me crazy, do you know that? I don't know what your deal is. Are you a good girl or a bad one?"He doesn't let me answer hi
I use the spare key Devon gave me to get inside.I can't believe that happened. I feel like I just stepped out of some kind of nightmare. I had sex with Damien Keller, right over his desk. God, this has taken a turn for the worse. Before it happened, I thought I had lost control. It's nothing compared to how I feel now.What was I thinking? I'm convinced that if I hadn't had that wine earlier, none of this would have happened. I clearly wasn't sober, but I wasn't that drunk. I knew exactly what I was doing, and I enjoyed every miserable second of it. I wanted it, fully aware of who he is, what he does. That he'd have me killed if he ever discovered my true motives for wanting to work for him.I'm relieved that Devon isn't here to see me in this disgraceful state. I don't know how I would react if I came face-to-face with him right now. I run straight to my bedroom and put my bag down. I thread my fingers through my hair and take a deep breath. First things first, I have to clean up. M
Devon's phone rings. It's Amelia. His heart is in his throat. He's been waiting for her phone call for the entire day. Has she made the right decision? He's about to find out. "Tell me what I want to hear. I've had a long fucking day. Are you on your way home?""I knew you were alive, motherfucker."Devon nearly drops his phone. He would recognize Aaron's anywhere. Even in hell. He contemplates switching the phone off, but that won't change anything. Aaron has already heard his voice, and if he has Amelia's cellphone, that means he either met her in the streets or he was at the apartment. "When did you get out? I was under the impression that you still had about twenty years to go."He knows exactly why he's out, which is partly why he wanted Amelia to leave as soon as possible. He didn't want Aaron to find her here, but it's too late now. Also, he wasn't expecting him to find out he was alive.Aaron says, "You son of a bitch. You were using her. You lied to her this entire time. You
He can't stop thinking about Yara.He leans against his chair and holds his glass to his temple. In all his life, he never met a woman as complex as Yara Huxley. She's hot one minute, then cold the next, what transpired between them this afternoon being the perfect example.She wanted him just as much as he wanted her. It was a mutual agreement. In no instance did he force himself on her, so why did she react so emotionally? She left his office in tears. She slammed the door on her way out, but she was moaning in his ear five minutes before that. He can't tell if her reaction was spontaneous or pre-planned. He realizes that he knows virtually nothing about her, apart from her name, where she was born, and that she's a damn good secretary.Getting sexually involved with her was an impetuous decision, but one he doesn't regret. Truth be told, he wouldn't mind having her again, on a bed this time. His bed. If it weren't her for erratic, incomprehensible behavior, perhaps that's exactly w
I can't sleep.The encounter with my brother is still fresh on my mind. I'm in the living room wearing an oversized t-shirt and drinking Devon's finest brandy. I'll wake up hungover tomorrow, but am I even going back to work for Damien after what happened? It's clear that he's attracted to me, he wanted me. I could feel it in his touch and in his kiss, but this just serves to exacerbates my situation. How do I get out of this city? What if he comes after me? If I was mildly paranoid before, I have every right to be now. I drink from the bottle deeply.And for Aaron to come here and treat me like that, it's depressing. All I tried to do was help him, but it seems like it was the wrong thing to do. I should've just stayed home, working at Donnie's. It was an unremarkable life, but at least I was safe. All of this is weighing my shoulders down, and Aaron's condemnation has added even more weight to the already prodigious mass I'm carrying. I expected his disapproval, but I thought that
It's a good thing I remembered the name of the building, otherwise I wouldn't have been able to get to work on time.I take a deep breath before entering.I greet everyone I come across, and ride the elevator up to the seventh floor. I'm trying to convince myself that I'm calm, that there's nothing I should be nervous about, but I know that that's far from the truth. Yesterday, I was a downright mess; I even yelled at him. I lost total control of my emotions and I let them get the best of me.Devon's plan is solid and I do believe I have a better chance now. I know I shouldn't trust Devon, he's given me a million reasons not to, but I'm running out of options. I've accepted that it's my only solution at the moment. However, I'm still mildly repulsed by what I'm about to do. I never thought I'd find myself in a position where I would have to have sex with someone in order to gain something. Donnie back home always made passes at me, but I always rejected him, even when he promised to g
It's starting to feel like an ordinary day.When I arrived here in the morning, I had very different expectations of how my day would go, but the universe seems to be intent on proving me wrong. I thought the conversation I had with Damien would be different, lengthier, but I haven't seen him since I left his office. Something else that was completely unexpected?My coworkers.I have colleagues now. We haven't known each other for three hours and already we don't see eye to eye. Everyone around Damien seems to have a problem with me, not that I blame them. I know what I am and what I'm trying to do here, but they don't know that. So, why do I always get on everyone's nerves?I was going through my laptop when the first person walked in. We looked at each other and I knew instinctively that she would cause a lot of trouble for me. The first thing I noticed about her was her outfit; she was wearing a tailored suit, and she was rocking a pixie cut. She sauntered towards my desk, then ask