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
Six months have passed.They've been peaceful and for the most part, quiet. Tremendously busy, but I'm used to that part now. Working alongside Damien is the best part about it. I get to be with him all day and make sure that he isn't exerting himself. He has a lot more work now; he had to take over Ethan's duties. Theo helps, but there are certain things only Damien can handle. When Ethan was here, he took care of it, but he's been gone for half a year and there's no one capable enough to replace him. I think that deep down, Damien doesn't want anyone to take over Ethan's job, but he'll never admit it out loud. I help him whenever I can. There's a lot I still don't understand, but I'll get there.It's only a matter of time.He doesn't ever ask me to go home when there are people coming over to meet with him. We never talked about what happened with Ash, but it changed a lot of things. I gained some respect after I killed him. I see it in the way people look at me whenever we're at so
I help him peel his blazer off.This day has been mentally exhausting for him. He rarely leaves the office early, but I'm glad he did today. I'm glad, because at least we have the whole day ahead of us. It's going to be just the two of us. Theo rarely comes here, she prefers to stay in the city. It's closer to everything else. I love it here, because it feels like we're all alone in the world. I stare out the window and all I see is the vast sky, green hills, nature. I don't even see the guards surrounding the house. They're invisible to me.It's peaceful here, and breathtakingly beautiful. It's home. I understand why Damien is so attached to this place. It's not simply because he grew up here. I feel safe, here, untouchable. The first time I was here, I felt like an intruder. Our relationship was so different back then, I can't help but marvel at how everything is so different now. I never would have guessed that we'd end up here, closer than ever, madly in love. We've come a long wa
Today's an important day.I've been on edge all morning. Damien has called for a Keller family meeting. We're all going to be there, including Ethan and Penelope.He announced that there'd be a meeting only last night during dinner, and he asked Theo to give Ethan a call. I was startled by the news and so was she. He didn't tell me what he'll say to Ethan, but we can guess what it is. He wants closure. Ethan owns a third of everything, and that matter needs to be resolved. I doubt that Damien will allow him to return to the company. I just don't see it happening. Ethan himself never mentioned it to Theo, not that he'd dare to.Theo told me that he's out of the hospital. She said he hasn't left the country yet because he wants to see Damien first. Damien, however, wanted nothing to do with him until yesterday. He's asked after him, but he didn't want to see him. He's still hurt by what Ethan did to us, his betrayal is a wound that will never quite heal for him. And if it ever does, it'
I'm afraid of opening the door.I've been standing here for a full minute with my heart in my throat. My hand is on the knob, ready. I can't bring myself to turn it, though, simply because I know that Damien's on the other side. There's a lot we need to talk about, so much in fact that I wouldn't know where to start.I hold my breath and close my eyes. I've been standing out here for too long. I remind myself that he's my husband, he's the man I love, and we'll get through this. We'd get through anything together. I've been in a far worse position before. This time, I was actually focusing on the well-being of our family.I open the door slowly.Only the bedside lamp is on. I see him right away; he's seated on the couch across his bed. He's staring out the window with a distant look in his eyes. I take a few steps towards him, my eyes on his handsome face. My heart's thumping against my chest. I'm overcome with emotion, but I put a hamper on them for now. He's a little pale, I notice
Amelia's going to hate him for this, but that's okay, because he doesn't plan on ever seeing her again.He means it this time. He's done with this shit. He had his chance, he fucked it up a hundred years ago. It's time to get over it. If there was ever a part of him that thought he'd get a chance with her, that part of him died a while back. She loves Damien Keller. He lost her a long time ago. That doesn't necessarily mean that he's content with the outcome, but he'll admit defeat. Staying here is slowly killing him.She's going to be alright. Leaving her back there was a dick move, sure, but he stands by what he said to her; when everyone finds out that she did it, there will be no revenge. He helped her along the way, but no one needs to know that. The Huntingtons won't dream of touching her, especially when the truth about Damien comes out. It would be an entirely different story with him.He glances at his watch. Five more minutes in there and he'd miss his flight. He can't miss
I've never been so glad to see him in all my life."Devon," I say, the word a gasp. "How did you—"He doesn't let me finish. "Did he hurt you? Are you hurt?"I shake my head. "No, but how did you—""I'll explain later," he assures me. "Right now, we've got to get this asshole tied to that chair. Quickly, before he wakes up. Bring that chair over there. I have rope under the bed."I grab it and Devon grabs a duffel bag from under the bed. He opens it and fishes out rope and a couple of knives. He's been lying under the bed the entire time. It's clear that he planned this thoroughly.He didn't abandon me. He said he'd help me kill Ash and here he is. I tell him, "I thought you weren't going to show up. I thought you tricked me.""I don't blame you for assuming the worst," he says, looking up at me. His eyes are glinting with mischief and something else, something I won't dare name. He points at my gun. "You know how to use that thing?"I stare at it. "Yes."He's watching me intently. "A
It's quarter to midnight.The clock is ticking and my heart is racing. I'm ready, my small gun is hidden in my underwear. I've made sure to wear an extra tight pair just for the occasion. The dress is scarlet and flowy, perfect for tonight.I'm waiting for him in the lobby. This time, I'm early. It makes me feel more in control of the situation even though that's far from the truth. I take a small sip of champagne and look back at the entrance. My heart's in my throat, making it hard for me to breathe. I have to remain cool, though. There's a lot at stake.Everything depends on this."Anything else?" the bartender asks me while pouring someone else a drink. I shake my head, I can't even speak at a time like this.I'm taking another sip of champagne when I finally spot him. There are two men walking behind him. He's saying something to them as he looks around. For me, no doubt. I fix my gaze on him and hold my breath as I wait for him to see me. He doesn't, which is fairly disappointin
"Leave," Damien says to the nurse. She scurries out of the room as soon as he mutters the word.He's in a terrible mood and he doesn't want anyone around him. He has finally moved from that awful, desolate place and he's home. He made sure that they didn't change any decorations. They lost a lot of antiques and furniture that was in their family for decades, but he's made sure that everything else remained the same. He's sure that he'll recover in no time here, he already feels better. He's not in bed, he's sitting on the sofa beside his bed. He's supposed to be resting, but he's done enough of that.He can't sleep when he's worried sick about Amelia.The fact that no one gives him any news is a bad sign as it is. They're hiding something from him, he can feel it. The last time he spoke to her, she told him that she wasn't going to turn back, that she'd go ahead with the plan. He has no idea of what her plan might be, but he knows it won't be anything he'll agree with. He wonders if p
I can't stop chewing my thumbnail.I force myself to put my hand down. I'm in agony; I don't know what to do and I'm running out of time. I'm supposed to be meeting Ash tonight. This was supposed to end it all, according to Devon, but he let Ethan go so what happens now? The only reason why I'm agreeing to everything is because of him. It isn't, but that's what Ash thinks. Am I still expected to show up? Why would he do this?I can't figure it out.I wish I had a way of contacting Devon to let him know that everything went to shit, but I don't have his number. I don't know where he's currently residing. I don't think I'll be seeing him anytime soon; tonight, maybe but not earlier. In the meantime, what do I do? I can't ask anyone's advice. My family is against me entirely. Theo probably thinks that our negotiations with Ash have come to an abrupt end, but she doesn't know half of it. I'm planning on killing him once and for all, I made a promise to myself that I would.For Damien.I h