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
My whole world stops.The hooded man was aiming at Damien, but the bodyguards were faster than him. He missed his shot, and he paid dearly for it. He's currently lying on the ground with an ever growing stain of blood on his chest.They're approximately the same height, and Aaron wore a similar black sweatshirt yesterday when he came to see me. He mentioned that he had been following me, so of course I would assume that this man was my brother. My heart is in my throat and I push through the wall of bodyguards to the fallen man. They try to hold me back, but I'm too fast, and they weren't expecting me to do this. "Yara, don't!"I kneel beside him and move the hood so I can see his face. I sag with relief when I realize that it isn't Aaron. I've never seen this man before in my life. Damien grabs my arm and lifts me to my feet. "Are you out of your mind? Get up from there. You don't touch a dead fucking man.""I'm sorry," I say. "I wasn't thinking straight."We move back to where his
I unlock the door, but before I open it someone comes up behind me. I hear their footfalls heading my way. I jump and whirl around, my back slamming against the door. It's Aaron, wearing a black sweatshirt. If I hadn't seen that man's face, I would've thought he rose from the dead. He was dressed exactly like this. I hit him with my handbag. "You scared me!""Just open up. I've been here for two hours waiting for you. Where the fuck were you this whole time?"I frown. He's controlling me now, is that it? "At work, there was a meeting. Where else would I be? I don't have any friends here, I never go out."He ignores what I've said. "Where the fuck is Devon?"I'm caught off-guard by his question. "Why would I know? I told you I didn't know where he was." We scurry inside and he closes the door. I put my handbag down and kick my heels off.He narrows his eyes. "I know you're lying to me, Amelia. Why are you trying to protect that guy, after all he's done? He lied to you, he manipulated y