Aaron walks through the streets of the city he once loved.His heart is racing. Every nerve in his body is shouting at him to go back, to get Amelia away from Devon. He keeps walking, though, because he knows there's nothing he can do now. Devon has, beyond a shadow of a doubt, already told her about the payments he never made. He knows this because Devon will do everything in his power to keep her here, to finish the job. Devon only wanted her to leave because he was on his way, but he managed to find a way to stay on top. And now, he'll lose Amelia's trust.Not that he blames her.He fucked up. He truly never cared. All his life, he dreamt of getting out of that small town. When he was old enough to understand, he began resenting his mother for the choices she made, and Amelia, too, even though she was just a baby and didn't know anything. He couldn't help but feel like his life could've, no, would've been different had she done things differently.So, he did the only thing he could
I can't concentrate.I'm here at work physically, but mentally I'm still in Devon's apartment, and he's recounting that horrible tale. I'm so distracted that I'm typing the words 'Aaron' and 'money' on the letter Damien wants me to type.Aaron never sent us money, it was Devon all along. For nearly four years, Devon Tyler kept the roof over our heads, while my brother took the credit for it. Shamelessly, I should add. This whole story is inconceivable. We never talked to Devon at all. In fact, I had almost forgotten all about him. How could Aaron do this to us? Didn't he ever care?Mom was so proud of him back in the day, even though she was worried about him. Still, she always trusted him. She never thought that he was doing something illegal. I remember her begging him during our occasional phone calls to leave Los Angeles and migrate to another city, but he always told her he couldn't. That's where the money was and he couldn't leave his job. He fooled her well. She'd be devastated
His driver drops us in front of a high-rise apartment building.I can tell from the modern exterior that an apartment here must cost a fortune. This man has properties all over the city. How rich is he, honestly? It's intimidating, I won't deny it. When Devon first told me about them, I imagined low criminals, a bar, a club. Nothing this grand.I have butterflies in my stomach threatening to rip me apart. I'm filled to the brim with anticipation. I know exactly what to expect from tonight, and I'm torn between feeling excited and apprehensive. On one hand, I want him as much as he wants me. I don't really know when that happened exactly, but it's the whole, uncensored truth. On the other, I'm well aware that this is dangerous, and I'm just getting myself into more trouble.We step in the elevator.The doors close, it's just the two of us. I didn't notice what floor button he pressed, a careless mistake. I'll find out soon, though, but I have to be more attentive, especially around him
I wake up suddenly.I'm not disoriented, I know exactly where I am. What I don't know is how the fuck I fell asleep. I'm still in Damien's bed, but I'm under the covers. How'd I get here? Did he...? I don't remember, for some reason.No, wait.I remember now.He fucked me twice more, until I begged him to stop. I had to, I couldn't take another orgasm. I practically passed out after my third climax. My cheeks grow hot at the memory. I can't believe I fell asleep. At least it's still dark out. I can't begin to imagine how awkward it would be waking up in the morning. In his bed. Like we're some kind of couple. He didn't even answer my question regarding his feelings towards me. I guess there are none, and he wanted to spare me the humiliation. I wouldn't have taken offense, I'm just in this for the sex. And that name. I keep forgetting that crucial part.It should be my main priority, but all this is distracting me. I don't want a wake-up call from Sebastian, who'll find out soon enoug
I'm starting to feel a bit better.I'm still a little sore, especially when I walk too quickly, but it's manageable. I step out of the elevator and keep my eyes down. I don't want to look at any of the others, and I don't want to draw any attention to myself.I'm a little late, about twenty minutes. I know he hates tardiness, but he isn't going to fire me. I know that for sure. The others, though, might find it suspicious. Who cares, though? They're already judging me, and they've already assumed that I'm fucking Damien. So, let this be the confirmation. I've got better things to worry about.There's the handwritten letter on my desk. I haven't been making copies of it, I'm paranoid about cameras. I snap an occasional picture and send it to Devon, but I don't know if he's working on deciphering them. He hasn't told me anything concerning that, but I keep doing it. It's my life that's in danger now, and I'm going to get out of this mess.Aaron hasn't tried to communicate with me, and I
When Yara walks into his office, he notices the change in Penelope's demeanor. Her mouth settles into a thin, hard line and a crease forms between her brows. Yara seems to notice it as well, but it affects her very little. It's either she doesn't care what Penelope thinks, or she already expected this from her."I'm sorry for being late," Yara says. "I lost track of time."He looks at her for a moment. There's a redness in her cheeks that indicates that she's embarrassed, although he can't possibly understand why. It's normally the other way around. She shouldn't care that she's nearly half an hour late. He knows a lot of women who wouldn't."It's alright," is all he says.The first thing he notices is her walk. He's pretty familiar with it, and it reminds him of how he fucked her last night. His cock twitches. He'd take her again, if Penelope weren't here. The second is that she wore a skirt today. Provocative? Perhaps. But something astounding about Yara is that she isn't intent on
Devon leaves his apartment after taking a long, cold shower. He needed to cool off after the shit morning he had. Everyone's intent on pissing him the fuck off, starting with that piece of shit Sam. He's been busting his balls about the fucking Browns. If someone utters that name to him again, he'll kick that person's teeth out.But he's especially mad at Amelia.Her nonchalance is what's killing him. How could she stay out all night and act normally? He was worried about her, and she didn't even have the decency to give him a genuine apology. He's just trying to correct his mistake and watch over her, but no, she still sees him as the bad guy.Even after he told her what Aaron did.And if she thinks he didn't notice her walking like her pussy was on fire, then she's a fucking idiot. He notices everything. Nothing escapes his attention. He imagines that fuck plunging into her. Did she moan his name? Did she cry out in pleasure? He feels like killing him. Or her. Or both.He can't even
I've been staring at him for ten seconds straight with my mouth partially open. I have to come up with some kind of response, but he caught me completely off guard. This was the last thing I thought he'd say.Live with him?"Damien," I begin, having no idea of what to say. I walk past him and stare outside the window with my arms crossed across my chest. Think. "In all honesty, I don't know what to say to that. We're not in a relationship or anything serious. I have no words." "Say yes," he simply says. "Say you'll come live with me."I turn to look at him. Has he lost his mind or have I? We've had sex twice and he's asking me to move in with him? This isn't normal behavior. We're not in any kind of relationship. Why would he want to move in with me? What have I missed? "I can't do that," I say. "I can't move in with you."My answer seems like the obvious one. It makes no sense for me to move in with this man. I don't even know him. His offer is startling, actually. And considering