Day three of looking for a job didn't go as well as I thought it would. I still haven't told Evan that I got fired and I wasn't planning to. Instead, I told a little white lie about working shorter hours— and that's why I was currently looking for a new job.
Evan didn't need to know it was because of my stupid manager that thought he was the monkey's eyebrows —just because he told a group of people trying to earn an honest living what and what not to do as well as tutored them on the proper and most effective way to kiss a customer's ass.
"I admire you, April," Evan said, leaning over my coffee table and kissing my forehead.
"Why is that?" I asked.
"You're looking for a better job while your boss cut your shift hours. You have determination," please stop talking, "you're focused. Goal driven." He sang my praises. "You always get back on that horse and grab it by the reigns."
Not the horse.
The horse barely gave anyone a break. The horse seemed to dislike me and kept kicking me off its back. This time it kicked me off its back and I smashed into a Lamborghini.
And then I lost my temper and swore at the man before driving away. In fairness, it wasn't my fault. He was being rude and I can very well understand I was in the wrong I just couldn't accept the way he spoke to me.
So he could sit and stare at his banged-up car. Because I was more than willing to accept responsibility and he had to piss me off. He had to make me the jackass of the story he would tell for years to come.
Evan went into my bedroom to get ready for work. We didn't live together as yet. We would have sleepovers but both our apartments were too small. I had my canvases and paintings everywhere and I did enjoy my own space for that reason.
I couldn't tolerate anyone touching my stuff.
Evan often complained about the smell of the paint interfering with his sensitive nose. I used all kinds of paints some oil based some water-based and even powders.
But when you spend seven damn hours on a painting and someone off the street says I'll give you five dollars that shit hits deep. It made me think maybe I wasn't good enough and that thought alone gave me a bit of painter's block.
Artist block.
I went on my computer and started looking up jobs in the city. Serving ice cream didn't seem that bad. There was a vacancy at two scoops.
Rain barged into my apartment and threw herself on the couch. She sighed and I ignored her. She sighed even louder and I still ignored her. She sighed and smacked me over the head with a pillow.
"Can you explain why you have brought your heavy winds to my apartment?"
Evan walked out of my room. "Hey Rain," he said and he was carrying his briefcase and now wearing his white coat.
"Sup brother-in-law," Rain greeted.
"Sup," he said back. "I'll see you for dinner, babe," he said to me and left my apartment.
When the door closed Rain turned to me. "You're so crabby lately," She pouted, pushing my hair back. "I'm single and it's Saturday."
"I thought you went home with Bob the other day," I recalled. If I had to describe Rain I'd say she had golden retriever energy. She was nice and friendly to everyone.
"Yeah. We went to a bar and I vented all my frustrations out and then I went home." She leaned over me staring at my laptop.
"Ever heard of personal space?" I asked.
"Yeah, you lost that when our parents decided two is better than one... Why are you looking for a job?" She asked.
"Because Phil that walking anal bag fired me."
She laughed. "Because of your swearing problem?"
"I do not have a swearing problem," I glared at her.
"Hey tiger," the hair on my body stood and I turned to see the man whose car I smashed into, standing in my apartment dressed in a suit.
I didn't even hear the door open.
I screamed and Rain looked between us. "No fucking way!" Rain exclaimed, "you're sneaking around on Evan!" Her eyes went wide as a toothy grin spread her lips apart.
I didn't want Rain to find out about the Lamborghini. She was my little sister and she would do anything for me. If she knew she'd want to help me pay it and I couldn't accept that from her.
It was my fuck up I needed to fix it because if I didn't and everyone found out it would just prove that I needed someone like Evan in my life because I was irresponsible on my own.
"Rain could you excuse me and him for a minute," I said, walking over to the man and grabbing his hand.
I pulled him all the way to my bedroom and slammed the door shut. "So fornication as payment then?" He smiled down at me.
"In your dreams," I said.
He nodded taking a step forward and I took one back. "How did you find me?" I asked, "I didn't give you my address."
"I know," he smirked, taking another step forward.
"What are you going to do to me?" I asked.
He bit his bottom lip. "If I tell you that it will take all the fun out of it."
"If you touch me I will cut your balls off."
My back hit the door and he caged me between his arms. "You're still so cocky when backed into a corner?" He grinned.
I reeled my hand pack to break his nose and he caught my flying fist in his hand. "No sweetheart," he smiled, taking a step back from me. "I guess. I'll just have to call the cops," he said, pulling out his phone.
"No no, please. I don't want anyone finding out." I was begging him now.
"Great then you'll accept my job offer."
What...
"Humbly and graciously, no."
I smashed into his car. What kind of job would he give me. Most probably scrubbing his toilet and massaging his feet.
And I hate feet.
He smiled. "You have no filter do you?" He looked amused and took a step towards me, "you just say whatever you want to say to whoever you want to." His eyes landed on something behind me and he moved to walk past me. "Are you married?" He asked, holding up a framed picture of me and Evan at last year's new year's party.
"No that's my fiancé."
"I see." His face darkened.
"I don't want him to find out about this either."
"Hmm," he nodded, smirking like the devil that just caught his latest victim, "you have no choice then. You have to come home with me."
"I don't even know who you are!" I shrieked. "I forgot your name."
This seemed to make him laugh. "Sweetheart no one forgets my name. I didn't tell you my name."
I heard shuffling coming from outside the room. "Rain you better not be listening at the door," I called.
"I'm not," she said and it sounded like she was.
Mr Tall creepy and handsome went over to the door and pulled it open causing Rain to stumble into the room. "Hey sweetheart," he grinned at her.
"Okay, April," Rain started, "you're my bigger sister and if you're getting pre-wedding jitters or whatever that's understandable. But you've been holding out on me," she grinned lopsidedly.
"What exactly do you think is going on?" The man asked her.
"Come on I'm not stupid. It seems like a one-night stand gone wrong." She gestured between us.
"Is your sister the type to have one-night stands?" The man questioned.
"I don't see how that's your business," I seethed.
"No not at all," Rain laughed, "you would be the first I heard of because she believes her body is a temple."
"So I've heard." The man smiled.
What the fuck was going on right now.
The man looked at me, mischievousness dancing in his eyes. "But no not quite a one-night stand," he smirked devilishly, "I'd describe it as a hit and run."
"Oh my gosh, you're cheating." Rain's eyes widened.
"I am not." I wouldn't do that to Evan.
The man was laughing and it seemed he enjoyed making me mad. "It's not like that," he said, "I need someone as sharp and quick-witted as your sister to work with me but she's refusing," the man explained.
"I don't know him," I said, "he could be a serial killer or something."
"Or something," the man smiled darkly.
"Okay you two," Rain said looking at her watch, "it was fun meeting you but I have to go if I want to make it in time for the fifty percent off sale," she stopped to look at me, "but I am very interested to find out what's going on here later." She winked before moving to go out of my room.
I so badly wanted to scream don't leave me alone with this man that just magically appeared in my apartment. But I heard my front door click closed and took a couple of steps away from the man.
He smiled. "I'm not going to hurt you," he said.
"Why should I believe you?"
"Because I don't hurt woman," he bit his bottom lip.
"Again why should I believe you?"
He groaned. "I've been in your apartment for the last ten minutes or so and I haven't even laid finger on you. Don't you think if I wanted to kill you or some shit like that I would have done it by now?"
"You make a fair point."
"Accept my job offer, April," he said and I didn't like the way my name rolled off his tongue.
"What job is it exactly?" I asked. "Kissing your feet?"
He scrunched up his face. "No I already have someone who does that but if she quits you can have the position."
"Ha ha." I rolled my eyes.
"You'll be my personal assistant. You'll answer my business phone when it rings and close deals I don't want to close. You're more than welcome to tell a select few of my clients to fuck off. This job isn't for the soft-skinned and you seem like someone who can handle it."
Swearing annoying people and getting paid. That sounded too good to be true. "And just what work do you do?"
"You're not asking relevant questions. You're getting an income plus working off your debt to me."
"I don't have any experience being a personal assistant."
"Let me put it this way. If you don't you're screwed, sweetheart. I'll call the cops and they can handle it. Your future husband will find out that he is marrying a woman that has a shit load of debt."
"Are you blackmailing me?" I glared at him.
"Seems I am, tiger."
I contemplated my options. "What's my pay looking like?" I asked.
"Fifty thousand a month." He smiled.
"Fifty what?" My eyes widened in disbelief as I felt myself drool a little, "fifty thousand rupees?" I had to be sure he wasn't bullshitting me.
He laughed. "fifty thousand dollars, sweetheart."
Fifty thousand dollars was a lot of money... "Okay..." I was still skeptical but how bad could it be if the man wore a suit.
"I have an appointment now. So I'll pick you up on Monday just so you don't forget, okay?" he smiled.
I glared at him. "Whatever." I gave him a fake smile.
He chuckled and patted the top of my head condescendingly. "See you then." He moved to leave my room and all I could do was hope this wasn't too good to be true.
I realized he still didn't tell me his name. "Hey," I called after him and walked out into my living room to see he was already gone.
How was he so quiet...
Sunday evenings we had lunch with my parents or Evan's. Recently we've been having it with both our parents and this time Evan's grandmother was going to be there. I was close to my family but no one ever supported my dreams of being an artist except Rain. Not even Evan though he said he did but he would often refer to it as a nice hobby which I translated into a pass time. Something not serious. But painting wasn't a pass time for me. It was a piece of my soul going into every one of my creations and no one seemed to see that. Evan parked his car in the driveway behind his parent's car. "Do you need a lift in the morning to work since your car is in the shop?" He asked.I was barely managing to keep up with my lies. I hid my car from Evan because the front bumper was a little banged up. "No," I blurted and he had a confused look on his face. "Okay..." He dragged out. "I already made arrangements with a co-worker." I slid out of the car in a rush to go inside before I told more l
Constantine's Pov The door slammed causing me to sit up quickly in bed, firstly mishearing and thinking it was a gunshot. "Constantine!" My father's voice pulled me back to the land of the living and angry, chasing the remnants of my sleep away. My eyes squinted though the room wasn't bright-— that door slam sent shock waves to my head. I focused on him standing at the foot of my bed. He was dressed in a grey suit and looked more stressed than when he left. He was home two days early. "You're back," my words sounded like a groan. He let out a sigh of disapproval and reached for the master remote on the dresser. He pressed a button and the thick black curtains slowly parted. Bright sunlight bombarded the dimly lit room irritating my eyes. "What is the meaning of this!" He demanded glancing at the two women in my bed. I balanced on my elbows, pushing myself up to look at him. "I can explain it in a few words or a lot of words." I grinned. After a certain age, a man stopped fearin
"April," Rain yelled banging on my apartment door. Dragging my one shoe along with me to the door and fighting my one arm through a slightly tight jacket— I barrelled out of my room. "April hurry up!" She banged harder shrivelling my last nerve of patience. "There better be a fucking zombie apocalypse outside," I yelled, and pulled open the door to see Rain's face a pale sickly colour. Her eyes were wide and her lips looked like she had been chewing on them. She pushed past me coming into my apartment," Rain," I gasped and she slammed the door shut, locking it. She turned to look at me with wide eyes as if she had seen a ghost. Her fingers were digging into my arm. "Want to tell me what's going on, you lunatic?" I pulled my arm out of hers massaging the sore skin. "That man," she said in a grave voice, "that man, you can't work for that man-" "Rain, what are you talking about?" "He's dangerous. He's a potential suspect in a murder." She pushed a magazine into my hands. She turne
Instead of going for therapy an artist expressed themselves and got paid for it instead. Artists were paid for feeling and expressing those feelings on a canvas. Maybe my art lacked the amount of emotion to get it to where it needed to be. I did not lust, there was no forbidden love, and I had not reached that level of self-loathing that was great enough to paint the masterpiece that lay within my hands."I'm a collector of beautiful things," Constantine walked over to me. "To each their own," I turned away from the black and white painting. I didn't like this piece. I remember the first time I saw it when I was flipping through a copy of Tragic Masterpieces, the painting stirred something within me. It made me feel uneasy. A dark hand reaching out on a white canvas to touch a man's shadow. I unfortunately had to research it for my paper. Then I learned it was renowned mostly for the tragedy behind it. So I couldn't understand why anyone would keep this in a living room and sta
Orange light welcomed my eyes to the small room. The reflection of the sun setting on the wall in front of me had me reach for my phone to check the time. When I couldn't feel my phone on my dresser I sat up in my strangely comfortable bed wondering why the springs weren't stabbing at my ribs. I looked around the room, my vision started to clear and the throbbing pain in my temples subsided. It all started to come back... The events of this morning were unwinding rapidly like a horror movie. I slipped off the bed. My body was fighting to move. My eyes were burning and I touched them gently with the pads of my fingers, shuddering at the puffy feeling. I couldn't believe I pepper sprayed myself. I needed to call Rain. I began turning over the pillows and searching every possible spot in the room for my phone. I couldn't help but kick myself for everything that was happening. Why didn't I just stay in bed last week?Why didn't I just listen to Rain.Why didn't I pursue an e
I slipped the cab driver some money. "Thanks," I said, my voice hoarse from last night's events. I had drunk most of the bottle of wine myself and finished off my rainy-day vodka, which helped me loosen up."Take care, ma'am," he called back as I shimmied off the cab seat. My heels hit the sidewalk with a loud click. I felt like a stranger in my own body as I walked toward the house.I pressed the button on the intercom at the gate, and it immediately began to open. As I walked up the driveway, the hair on my body stood up in anticipation. I looked up and saw a camera peeking at me.I knew the predators were watching.The contract to work for Constantine was straightforward. I would receive a salary of fifty thousand dollars a month, half of which would be deducted to pay for the damages I caused to his one-of-a-kind Lamborghini.It was outrageous to think my life—and my family's—were at risk over a car, that I couldn’t even appreciate the remaining twenty-five thousand I'd be gaining
“So, do you have everything you need?” I asked Evan as we walked hand in hand to his departing gate. “Everything except you,” he said, pulling me close. His hands rested on my waist as he stared lovingly into my eyes. “I wish you were coming with me. I can’t wait to be married to you and for our honeymoon—two weeks in Huawei,” he groaned with pleasure. “And the fact that we haven’t… you know, ever since you suggested we take a break form that so it would be special on our wedding night,” he cleared his throat. I felt my cheeks flush. Evan was my first and longest relationship. My art had always consumed most of my time, leaving little room for anything else until my career refused to bloom from anything beyond the street. “Me too…” My voice trailed off as I pressed a gentle kiss to his lips.The thought of moving to Los Angeles if he got the job there was both daunting and intriguing. The idea of never having to live in the same city as Constantine again was incredibly appealing. I
I pulled up to Constantine’s club and stepped inside, immediately regretting it. My eyes scanned the room for him and there he was, getting a lap dance from a stripper— I assumed— dressed in a glittery two-piece. “Oh, Rosana,” he chirped, smacking her butt. As I approached them I wanted to gag. The air reeked of cheap perfume and sweat, blending with the stale stench of spilt liquor pooling on the sticky floor. The place was a wreck, and I could already feel the need to tack on an extra minute to every shower I’d take this week just for standing in this filthy, poorly lit- pit.“Let’s go,” I snapped, grabbing Constantine by the arm.“April!” he cheered, completely oblivious. “Come sit down! This is Ginger.” He pulled me in the seat next to him and I felt like I'd need a couple of shots after this. “I thought her name was Rosana,” I muttered, rolling my eyes.“They all look the same after a few shots.”I glanced at the stripper. “Nice to meet you, Ginger.” Then I turned back to him.
Constantine left to attend an emergency business meeting. His simple instruction had been not to leave the room until he returned. He’d never restricted me to his office before. It felt like he was hiding me.I stayed put, though, because wandering the house felt odd considering I had never done it alone and that there could be actual skeletons in his closet.The thought of staying with him for two weeks gnawed at me as I sat on the plush leather couch in his expansive office, staring at the skyline through the tall windows.But I knew if I hadn’t agreed, Constantine would never let me have my own life. A knock interrupted my thoughts, followed by the sound of the door creaking open.“Constantine—” Carlisle called, stepping inside. His voice died as his eyes landed on me. He froze.“April,” he said softly, breaking out of his trance and walking toward me. “I thought you were in New York?”“I was,” I admitted, my tone wary.He sighed, leaning against the desk, arms crossed as he scrut
I opened my eyes to complete darkness. The sheets around me were too soft, too luxurious. I wasn’t in my apartment—that much was obvious. I sat up slowly, my heart thudding as I stood and ran my fingers up and down the walls for a light switch.Finally landing upon it I flipped the switch on and took in the room, the dark walls, the faint scent of leather and wood bombarding me with the truth of exactly where I was..Then my gaze fell on the wall across from me, and I froze. My painting—the one I’d done in a fit of rebellion, my not-so-subtle middle finger to Constantine. He not only kept it... He hung it up.And then my eyes drifted to the other wall, and I felt the invisible dagger twist deeper into my chest. A portrait I’d painted of him, when he was all I could see, all I wanted to capture. What I told myself would be an orange. He never returned the painting and I never wanted it back given what it represented.I didn't want to see the light in Constantine. I needed to believe h
April's POV It had been a week and a half since I’d arrived in New York, and already, the city felt like it was stitching me back together, piece by piece. My mornings had a rhythm now: a cup of coffee cradled between my hands as I sat on the gallery's front steps, watching the endless stream of people passing by. Each face, each hurried footstep, reminded me of how easy it was to lose yourself in the hum of the city, and in a way, that was exactly what I needed.I was the new manager at Gravia’s Art Gallery—a small but renowned space known for showcasing some of the most daring contemporary artists. The gallery was tucked into a narrow street, surrounded by antique bookstores and cafes that always smelled of freshly baked bread. The job was fast-paced and unpredictable, every day offering something new. I loved it—the feeling of being at the center of something vibrant, of finally finding my place among people who shared my passion for creation and self-expression.In the back room
Constantine's POV By the time the car rolled to a stop outside the address, I’d finished reading into Lexi’s files. The images and texts I found were shocking, I was not expecting this but I knew how to turn a situation in my favour. I kicked open the front door, striding in with Carlisle and Cavalon flanking me.“Darling, I’m home," I called as I stepped into the room to see Lexi and Kate, curled together on the couch like conspiring schoolgirls. They sprang apart upon seeing me and Kate jumped to her feet, instinctively placing herself in front of Lexi. I had to admire her bravery. “Where’s Jones?” Kate demanded, her voice defiant. I tilted my head, amused by her courage as I stepped forward, wrapping my hand around her throat. Her pulse raced beneath my fingers. “You’re in no position to be asking questions, sweetheart.” Kate’s lips twisted into a smirk even as my grip tightened. “If I were straight, maybe I’d actually be enjoying this,” she sneered, trying to keep her
Constantine's POV I was nearing the final hour—the countdown to when Lexi’s captor threatened to end her life if the ransom wasn’t delivered. My security team had identified the woman’s face: Kate Kravosky. I wracked my brain, trying to recall if I’d ever crossed paths with her, but came up blank. Even the mayor didn’t have answers, though he promised to mobilize his security to search every corner of the town. With time slipping away, I requested my best IT guys to hack into Lexi’s phone to dig up her chat history and current location. If only she’d used one of my company’s models, the process would’ve been faster. I grabbed the duffel bag of cash and moved to head out. “I’m coming with you,” I heard Carlisle’s voice, turning to find him standing by the stairwell. “Don’t need company,” I replied, moving for the door. As I reached my car and placed the money in the backseat, I heard Cavalon say, “I miss the times we kicked ass together.” I turned to see him and Carlisle behin
Constantine's POV “Fuck!” I roared, hurling the bottle of whiskey against the wall. Glass exploded, sending shards in every direction; one grazed my hand. I barely felt it. I was too blinded by anger. The sting of her words felt like acid coursing through my veins. I had never been so raw with anyone before, never allowed myself to feel anything. I felt like a fucking fool begging her. But I wasn't prepared to beg anymore. She shook my soul when she put that gun in my hand, asking me to kill her so she could be free from me. I thought I was good to her. I thought maybe she felt something for me after all this time. Why would she leave? Did she have unresolved feelings for Evan… or for Carlisle? I just wanted her to talk to me, but she wouldn't. She kept accusing me, assuming I wanted to shame her into making her my mistress. I flung another bottle at the wall, and as it shattered, a low whistle came from the doorway. Cavalon, ever the calm shadow in my storm, leaned against th
Constantine pulled me away from Carlilse and through the crowd. "Don't say a word and don't make a scene," he warned as he led me away from the dancers. I had no choice but to listen. He wasn't going to stop harassing me tonight and his family was starting to notice the tension between us. We had to resolve this. Whatever it was. He led me to a boardroom and shut the door. "What the fuck?" He demanded. "I don't think I owe you any explanations." I could feel the expression on my face change. He closed the distance between us, his finger tilting my chin up so that I was forced to make eye contact with him. "What do you take me for?" "What do you want, Constantine?" I moved away from him. "You," he crossed his arms casually as if what he said didn't sound insane. "Great," sarcasm laced my tone, "what about Lexi?" I asked. "Our marriage is an arrangement," he repeated the same words over and I was tired of hearing it. "Yeah sure it is," I smiled, but there was no happin
The moment I stepped into the ballroom, it felt like every pair of eyes locked onto me, dissecting, scrutinizing—even though I knew they weren’t. All of them were here for Constantine and Lexi, the city’s power couple.I was just another guest—or rather, a pawn—trapped in a ridiculous green dress Lexi had personally picked out. She’d said it "matched the theme." In reality, it was hideous: a swampy, sickly color that felt more like a taunt than an outfit. The fabric scratched against my skin, and I caught hidden laughs from the other staff dressed in equally unflattering shades.We were a parade of walking insults.Clenching the stem of my champagne flute, I forced myself to smile through the growing sense of discomfort, nodding politely to a few members in the crowd. My hands felt clammy, and I took a shallow sip to calm my nerves, the bubbles tickling my nose. Finding a safe corner near a tall potted plant, I blended into the background—hidden enough to breathe but with a clear vie
"April, what have you done?" my mother shouted over the phone as I rushed to get into the elevator."Mom, it's not what I wanted," I admitted."Evan came by earlier and told us everything. Did you have an affair with your boss?" she yelled."Evan just assumed because I didn't want to marry him. I wasn't having an affair," I said, infuriated. Why would he tell my parents that?"April, you need to make this right. Evan is a good man. You're being silly, and you're not a child anymore. It's time to grow up.""With all due respect, Mother, it is my life. Evan is someone you want me to marry, but I do not want to marry him. I would be miserable. He doesn’t support my ambitions, and I don't feel that spark when I'm with him. I want what you and Dad have." There was silence. "Just because I'm not a doctor, lawyer, or accountant doesn't mean I'm not grown. Those aren't my passions, and I'm tired of pretending to be something I'm not just to make everyone feel comfortable with me. Accept me as