Miles pauses, considering my words. His frown deepens with each passing heartbeat. “You spoke with Daphne?” “She wanted to see me, to warn me,” I explain. “Hugo helped arrange it.” “Of course he did.” “What’s that supposed to mean?” “Nothing.” “Miles. Please.” I step closer to him. “I know
“I don’t do interviews anymore,” Maxine tells me as we stand side by side in the studio at channel 12, looking at the set where she and Miles are soon to sit down for a televised discussion. “I know,” I say. “I can’t thank you enough for committing to this.” “A favor for a favor,” she says. “I’m
All of the air seems to suck straight out of the room. I stand there gaping for a minute, so startled at having been called out by Mr. Anders. Replaying the past few moments back in my mind, I couldn’t for the life of me figure out what I had done to offend him within two minutes of meeting him. “
“I’m not sure it’s necessary to come forward, despite what Mr. Anders says,” Esther says. Miles freezes. Esther is a very private person, so he thought she might feel this way. Yet it still hurts in his chest to hear her say the words. He has no shame regarding his relationship with Esther. He’d
Cynthia is always ready for anything, so after a quick phone call, we are both standing outside of a club, waiting to get in. Cynthia’s certain her connections will get us through the door, but due to fire code safety, we physically cannot enter until two other people leave. This leaves us standin
At my husband's promotion party to CEO, I accidentally saw my sister Thea's leg rubbing suggestively against his suit pants. She was in a mini skirt with sheer black stockings showing off her slim legs. Ane me? As a 34-year-old stay-at-home mom, I was stuck in a conservative, oversized coat to a
My heartbeat thunders in my ears. Every inch of my skin touching his warms pleasantly, and so do my cheeks, once I realize how long I’ve been staring. I push against this man’s rock-hard chest, but he doesn’t loosen his hold. “Let me go,” I say once, and then again louder, to be heard over the p
Miles complies at once. Crashing our lips together, he easily coaxes my mouth open and licks his tongue inside. He hobbles over to the bed, then slowly lowers me down onto it, all without breaking our kiss. We come up for air a moment, and use that time to reposition ourselves. I elbow my way up t
Cynthia is always ready for anything, so after a quick phone call, we are both standing outside of a club, waiting to get in. Cynthia’s certain her connections will get us through the door, but due to fire code safety, we physically cannot enter until two other people leave. This leaves us standin
“I’m not sure it’s necessary to come forward, despite what Mr. Anders says,” Esther says. Miles freezes. Esther is a very private person, so he thought she might feel this way. Yet it still hurts in his chest to hear her say the words. He has no shame regarding his relationship with Esther. He’d
All of the air seems to suck straight out of the room. I stand there gaping for a minute, so startled at having been called out by Mr. Anders. Replaying the past few moments back in my mind, I couldn’t for the life of me figure out what I had done to offend him within two minutes of meeting him. “
“I don’t do interviews anymore,” Maxine tells me as we stand side by side in the studio at channel 12, looking at the set where she and Miles are soon to sit down for a televised discussion. “I know,” I say. “I can’t thank you enough for committing to this.” “A favor for a favor,” she says. “I’m
Miles pauses, considering my words. His frown deepens with each passing heartbeat. “You spoke with Daphne?” “She wanted to see me, to warn me,” I explain. “Hugo helped arrange it.” “Of course he did.” “What’s that supposed to mean?” “Nothing.” “Miles. Please.” I step closer to him. “I know
Hobbling, he starts carrying me toward my bedroom. We stop on the way twice, where he pushes me up against the wall to kiss me deeply again. On the second stop, we accidentally knock over a landscape picture I had hung on the way. Miles glances down at it in shock, but I touch his cheek, turning
Hugo’s words sit with me for the rest of the day. Childishly, I don’t want to be the one to reach out to Miles. He should be the one to apologize first, and I did say I would never forgive him. I don’t want to go back on that so easily. But… I also want my job back. I miss helping on the campaig
She has to know that, but she still shuts herself off from me and my words, looking away. “He won’t stop…” I say, my last effort. I want to save her, but I can’t if she won’t agree. Her eyes damp, Daphne looks at me. “You’ll always be my friend, Esther.” It’s a nice sentiment, yet somehow, when
“Miles fired me,” I explain to Daphne. “Apparently Edward told him that he would back off once I’m gone.” Daphne gives me a pitying look. “Did you actually believe that?” “No.” But Miles did. “He might back off for now. Maybe even for a while, through the election,” Daphne says. “But when he i