Nerves rising, I wait for Hugo to explain the stakes of his proposed competition. This is a new side of him that I haven’t seen before, a tiny edge that likely rarely sees the surface. He must be somewhat cutthroat though, to succeed with his news network as much as he has.“If you win,” Hugo says,
My words shock Hugo. He doesn’t say anything at first, just gapes at me like I’ve grown a second head. Obviously, he wasn’t expecting my reply.“I want to be a reporter for Harbinger News Network…” I say, making things clear. The job I want is not just as a receptionist or a cleaner or anything like
“Yes, but why were you at the clubhouse?” I ask. Maybe this is pushing too far, but if he was set to show up today, I would have liked to be mentally prepared. For him to just show up out of the blue has me reeling.“Amber invited me,” Miles says. “I assumed that neither you nor Hugo would mind my p
Being jumped in my own place of employment by a group of drunk golfers wasn’t on my bingo card for the day, yet here I am all the same, facing clubs and fists. All because I wouldn’t let them humiliate my employees and humiliated them instead – by being better at golf.If they were sober, they would
The last one left, the leader, seems nervous now, his eyes wide. His golf club shakes in his hand.When Miles starts toward him, he immediately drops his club. “I’m sorry! I give up!”Miles huffs a sharp breath at him, unimpressed, then turns his back to walk toward me. Behind him, the leader bends
Miles holds my hand so tenderly that I want to push into him harder, just to feel him grasp at my skin again. How often I think of our night together. It invades my thoughts at every available moment. Whenever I’m alone, the memories flood through my mind on a loop, even after I satisfy myself.To b
“Excuse me?” I gasp, too stunned for more words.“There isn’t a chance in hell you legitimately earned that job, my slut of a wife,” Garnar says, spitting each word with vicious vitriol. “With that 10 year gap in your resume, I’m surprised they even hired you at the country club. All you really know
There’s voices in the background behind Miles. People chatting and laughing. He sounds like he’s at some kind of party. I didn’t mean to interrupt his evening.God, I’m the worst. Why am I even calling him? What do I hope to gain?“One minute, I can’t hear you,” Miles says. “Let me step out onto the