Richard continued viciously pulling back, increasing the tension on her hair.
“I provide for this house,” Richard ranted, spittle flying into her face. “Me. You have no right to question where I’ve been or what time I’m coming home. You will stop harassing me, you ungrateful bitch. You don't know how good you have it!” He yanked back harder, and tears flooded her eyes, and a small cry escaped her. Her heart hammered painfully in her chest, and her breath seized, and for the first time in her life, she was truly scared.
He held her there for a few extra moments until she whimpered and tried to nod, then he pushed her away from him, and she collapsed onto the floor.
“You know,” he said as he crossed back to the hallway and his face slipped back on a mask of civility as smoothly as he slipped his jacket on. “I can’t look at you or deal with your shit tonight.” He roughly grabbed his keys from the bowl without another word or glance back, and walked out the door.
She expected to hear the door closing in an echoing thunder throughout the house. Such a dramatic moment in her life should have been punctuated accordingly, but she barely heard it snick in the latch.
Samantha huddled on the floor as the sound of the ticking of the clock resumed, an indifferent observer to what it had just witnessed, and her eyes focused on the wine glass that had shattered in her haste to get up. The dark liquid was seeping into the light carpet. All she could think about was that it needed to be cleaned up.
But she continued to sit there, tasting the copper tang of blood in her mouth, a grim confirmation that his violence was indeed very real.
What just happened? How did it get like this? How did we get here? She asked herself.
Her face throbbed, and she watched her tears fall and stain her white satin night slip as the phrases repeated over and over again, each time circling to pause on the last line. She could just make out the blurred outlines of her wedding ring through her tears, and as if to protect herself, her mind drifted away from this hellscape and took her back to the night she met him in her final year of college.
Just a few months were left, and the university was holding a commencement ceremony for recent and upcoming grads. Her parents were on a tour of the United States, visiting their grandchildren, and as expected, couldn’t make it.
Her friend Jen was celebrating as well, so they went together. They socialized with some of the professors and grad-mates over free wine and raided the charcuterie table. She had never felt so happy or so… accomplished. Eventually, she noticed a tall man in a tailored suit making smoldering glances her way while he stood casually next to a slightly younger version of himself, presumably his brother.
She felt his eyes on her periodically through the night, and every time she looked up, she saw his dazzling green ones staring at her. Later, after coming out of the bathroom, she found him just outside.
“If I didn’t know better, I would think you were following me,” she playfully judged him.
“Actually, I am,” he replied with a dashing smile. “I’ve been dying to talk to you all evening, but you seem to be pretty popular around here. Quite the catch.” He eyed her up and down appreciatively.
“Only if you’re lucky enough to catch me,” she said coyly.
“Oh, I’m lucky,” he responded, his eyes bored into hers with a disconcerting intensity.
“Well, Lucky,” she said, holding her hand out for him to take. “I’m Samantha. It’s a pleasure to make your acquaintance.” He laughed at her facetiousness.
“Well, my name is Richard,” he corrected her and took her hand, placing a small kiss on the back of it. “But you can call me Lucky tonight, because I have a feeling you'll be joining me after this.”
They laughed and talked briefly before she rejoined Jen, but she kept finding herself distracted and looking for him through the crowd. Every time she spotted him, he was already looking at her. At the end of the evening she moved to collect her jacket, she found him beside her, ready to assist.
“You’re too much,” she laughed as she slipped her arm into the proffered sleeve.
“How so?” he asked, a smug smile turned the corner of his mouth up slightly.
“You’re playing the gentleman card a little too hard,” she rolled her eyes.
“Who said I’m playing?” he winked. Samantha finished sliding into her jacket to hide her blush, and when he asked her to dinner, she graciously accepted.
As they reached the exit together, Todd, Jen's boyfriend, walked in. He was supposed to pick up the girls to continue the celebration at their apartment, so his brow furrowed when he saw Samantha being escorted out by a strange man.
"Sam, are we still on for tonight?" Todd asked in confusion, but before Samantha could reply, Richard cut in.
“She’s spoken for tonight, bud,” he said shortly as he drew her away and down the sidewalk without stopping, mistaking the younger guy’s concern for romantic interest in Samantha. Samantha turned and gave Todd an apologetic look as she waved goodbye.
Richard took her to the upscale French restaurant, Aurelie’s. She found herself charmed by how funny and self-assured he was. She learned he was a partner in a fairly new company, Elevated Financials, that provided consultation and plans to others. She joked that he, in retrospect, made money by telling people with money how to spend their money. He agreed, claiming it was absurdly simple and lucrative that it should be illegal.
There was an elderly couple at the table next to theirs, and when they moved to leave, the lady seemed to have difficulty getting up. Her husband was using a cane and looked as if he could barely hold himself upright, so Richard moved to assist her.
“Thank you, young man,” the woman gushed with a good-natured laugh and soft pats on his hand as he held hers.
“It's my pleasure, ma’am,” Richard assured her as he pushed her chair back under the table once she was clear.
“Young lady,” the woman addressed Samantha kindly and with a wink. “This one knows how to treat you. Don't let him get away.”
Samantha smiled and bade the couple a good evening. Her husband waited for her with his free arm out, and when she took it, they walked slowly to the entrance. Her eyes returned to Richard. He had a soft smile on his face, one that matched hers, as he watched the couple leave. He turned back and looked at her, and it was at that moment she knew she was in love.
They dated, spending every free moment together. It was a whirlwind that felt natural and easy as breathing. Three years later, he took her back to Auriele’s and proposed. It was like a fairy tale that Samantha naively believed would last forever.
But she must have forgotten that real fairy tales never have a happy ending.
When something’s too good to be true… Yeah…
After the wedding, Richard convinced her that he needed her with him for dinners and functions to socialize with current and prospective clients. It began to feel like their marriage was displayed as a model for financial success and happiness. The clients appreciated the stability a happily married couple exuded.Richard began having Samantha schedule, organize, and set up the meetings and events, and before long, brought her on as an Event Specialist for the company. It didn't exactly pertain to her degree, but it was similar and allowed her to express her creativity, so she didn't mind too much, even though she could have been making much more on her own. It left her with a decent salary, and it allowed her to tailor her schedule to fit around Richard’s, maximizing their time together. It seemed like the perfect arrangement.She doesn't know when the distance between them started. After the first three years of being so in sync and tuned to each other, a slow descent into a stale an
"Daniel," the sandy-haired man called out as he entered the brightly lit office without knocking. He handed a few files to the dark-eyed man behind the massive, well-polished mahogany desk that left faint traces of citrus in the air."Lucas," Daniel acknowledged. "What are we looking at?""The top folder contains the files for the main agents," Lucas said as he took a seat and leaned back, crossing his legs and putting his hands behind his head. Daniel may be the big dog, but they had been friends since childhood. "The second is the list to let go."Daniel scanned each folder briefly, starting with the second one. Fifteen employees, most of them in secretarial or data entry positions. They wouldn't need this many with the new systems he was installing."These are fine. Pick the five strongest people, if they're worth a damn, they should be able to handle the workload of the whole fifteen. Make sure the ones being let go get a decent severance and a ninety-day stipend.""Ninety days?" L
Samantha examined her face in the mirror. Her left eye was bruised, and her face was swollen. She covered it the best she could with makeup and then, unsatisfied and exasperated, snagged the largest pair of sunglasses she owned. She eyed a scarf hanging on the wall, then dismissed it, afraid that in the effort of trying not to draw attention to herself, she would inadvertently draw even more.Richard never came back home last night. No call, no text, no apology, just silence. A pit had settled in her stomach from his absence, but she was also relieved because she didn't want to see him right now. She was afraid to ask him to leave, unsure how he would react.It left her feeling restless and fighting the need to get out of here against the urge to curl into a miserable ball and disappear. Thoughts of going to sleep and never waking up teased the peripheral of her consciousness, but she refused to let them settle.Unsure where to go, after driving aimlessly for almost an hour, she found
Daniel's nostrils flared. He had felt something tickling his consciousness, off and on. It was the feeling he had when he was being watched, a feeling that hinted at danger, but each time it came today, it was brief.This feeling was frustratingly normal any time he came to a large city such as this one, which was one of the main reasons he hated to do it. It left him feeling exposed and always on alert, never able to relax or let down his guard.He had a brief meeting over lunch with Lucas and Thomas, his CFO. Thomas was just as thrilled as Lucas about the ninety-day stipend for terminated employees, but Daniel had already factored it into the cost of acquiring Elevated Financials. He showed them where he negotiated it into the price of the acquisition. He expected to lose more people initially, so as for right now, they were still in the black of projected expenses.He understood numbers and math, but they bored him. He knew Lucas was the same way, but Lucas didn't wholly approve of
You need to go to her right now, the demon urged.No, Daniel argued patiently. That will scare her.Yes. It insisted. She is already scared and hurt. Let me kill whoever did it.That's not how it works, Daniel groaned. You know this. I thought we tempered your bloodlust a long time ago.YOU tempered the bloodlust. Daniel had an image of jaws snapping, running red with blood, flashing through his mind, followed by a wolfish grin. I didn't necessarily agree to it.Daniel began to sweat with the effort of sitting in his chair and quarreling with the demon. He picked up his phone and pretended to scroll so he wouldn't be confused with a madman, muttering to himself while he stared at nothing.Enough! Daniel ordered sternly and heard a protesting growl in response. She is timid, and I'm going to bet it was a man, probably her husband, that did that to her. Didn’t you see the ring? It means she already has a mate, and she's not going to appreciate some strange, random man walking up to her.
Daniel shifted in his chair. Killing was necessary sometimes, the werewolves were no strangers to death. But killing innocent families, especially children, was inexcusable. Any rogue wolf guilty of killing the innocent was hunted down and dispatched.They were all human, once. Every werewolf in existence had been turned by another through virtue or malfeasance throughout the years. Rogue wolves on killing sprees could create irreparable chaos, like they did for centuries in Europe during the Renaissance and Reformation. Alphas were responsible for keeping their packs in line, and those who couldn't were dealt with by another, higher power."That is a very bold accusation, Ms. Donna," Daniel said carefully. He didn't want to call her a liar, but there was no way the Blue Ridge Alpha would have let something like that happen without putting down the rogue and giving reparations to the existing family.Donna drew herself up and was ready to unleash her temper on Daniel, but Lucas chose a
Daniel sat quietly as he processed Donna's story. Lucas brought her the tea and sank back down in the chair he had claimed earlier. Henry was looking down at his hands, and Daniel could smell sadness, anger, and despair as they rolled off of Henry and narrowed down to one emotion. Hate. He shook his head. Poor kid."First things first. Henry, you will become a part of my pack. You will accept me, listen and obey me as your Alpha. I will teach you to control, live, and thrive with your wolf."Henry looked up at Daniel. Uncertainty and hope began to dawn on his face."Sir? How can I?" he whispered. “I lost my family, my home. I’m a monster! I’m the same as that thing that destroyed my life! I want to kill myself, and I can’t even do that!” He sobbed, and Donna's emotions overtook her as well, his pain adding to her own, causing her to quiver next to him as she hugged him tightly."You'll do no such thing," Daniel reinforced softly. "We are not monsters. Sometimes, there are bad things ou
Samantha was embarrassed that she was caught staring at the man. She didn't know how long it lasted. He could have been dangerous with that acute predatory look in his eyes that seemed to stop time and make the world around her disappear, but the steadiness of his gaze, which should have daunted her, felt like the first solid thing she'd seen since her life began falling apart.The feeling he was seeing the things she was trying to hide was unnerving, so when his attention shifted and released its hold on her, she let her hair fall in front of her face, an effective curtain to shield her. She made it a point not to look his way again, but it was like she could feel his high energy and presence. It wasn't oppressive. It felt as if it was sunshine, but if the light had weight, a soft pressure against her skin.After he seemed to dive back into work, she began to relax again. The sun on her face after the meal and wine was heavenly, and soon she forgot about her faux pas. Unfortunately, s
When they returned to the hotel, it was pushing nine. Thomas retreated immediately, grumbling about being up before everyone else this morning.Thomas is getting a little cranky, Daniel thought aimlessly. He poured himself an Irish whiskey.His wolf is cranky, Daniel’s wolf commented. All of their wolves are getting restless.I’ll take everyone up for a run at Blue Ridge on Saturday, Daniel promised. Why aren’t you cranky, then? Daniel heard a coughing chuckle from his wolf at the question.
Samantha returned home and retreated to her bedroom. She still wasn’t ready to be in the living room, and she didn’t want to be downstairs when, or if, Richard came home tonight.It was ironic that just a few short weeks ago, his absence upset her, and now, the thought of his presence was almost too much to bear.She ran a hot bath. It was still early in the day, but she hoped the heat and some essential oils would relieve the knots of tension embedded in her back and shoulders, and she thought about her meeting with Mandy. It didn’t go how she expected.What did you expect? The silent, sarcastic voice mocked her. She didn’t have an answer to that. She just knew now that she had some big decisions to make.Mandy laid out a few options. Talk to a psychiatrist. File a restraining order. Petition for Divorce from Bed and Board. All of it was so detailed and were huge steps. It felt like overreacting. He had already left and had a chance to calm down. That moment last night was on both of
Richard couldn’t pinpoint when his fascination with Mari began. Once she began dating Nate, she became a natural addition to their friendship dynamic.He does remember their first night, though, when they crossed that line of friendship into… whatever this was. It wasn’t love. Neither one of them was going to leave their marriages. But it was fun, raw, and dirty, and the taboo of it all appealed to their mutual need for adrenaline and danger.He got her a job in the marketing department with his brother around three years ago. She excelled very quickly and had a great eye for detail. Almost two years ago now, she was working late on a project he was overseeing. Once she had his final approval on it, they went out for drinks afterwards to celebrate.After the long night and the glowing feeling of s
Edward could see where Daniel was going with the proposed changes, but he had to admit, in his situation, he would have pushed for the same thing. He knew Richard wasn’t going to take it well, but he did what he could to make sure Richard didn’t lose his stake in the company completely out of his own idiocy.He called him on the way home, the first time going to voicemail, so he called a second time. Richard answered the phone in irritation.“Uncle Eddie, what do you need?” He asked.“It’s not what I need, it’s what you wanted,” Edward snapped. “You asked me to do you a favor, and I’m doing that favor.”“Can this wait until tomorrow?” Richard asked, sounding repentant but distracted.
“We have a few things to discuss, I was hoping to inform the other shareholders of, and we will need a vote on some changes.“First of all, we’re announcing that Lucas Dunn, our COO, is now a twenty-percent shareholder. That leaves me, and Clearfork Securities at an even fifty,” Daniel explained.Daniel noticed as Edward nodded his head, and then he continued.“You’ll find the breakdown and relevant transference information on page one of your folder. The more important matter, however, is to generate the new bylaws and shareholder agreements to accommodate the acquisition. I was hoping your nephew would be present to weigh in on this, but since he is not, we’ll proceed without him.”
“Tell me you have some good news, Thomas,” Daniel said, looking over his CFO. “What have you found?”“Honestly, nothing yet,” Thomas shook his head. “Sorry, but I can’t seem to make any connection to either Merrick or Roble.”“How are we on background checks?” Daniel asked.“They’re starting to trickle in, but so far, the worst I’ve seen is an open container violation.”Daniel’s jaw ticked. He felt the pressure of time bearing down, making him restless.Thomas is a good hunter, his wolf said out of nowhere. Daniel drew his eyebrows down. It was right. Thomas was a good hunter. He was always patient and thorough. Sometimes his style reminded Daniel of a cat.He could crouch motionless for hours if he needed to. He could wait there, taking everything in. He’ll find something eventually.Daniel opened his mouth to speak when the men heard two sets of footsteps approaching. Daniel raised an eyebrow and looked at the others. Their expressions mirrored his.Paige knocked on the door a little
Paige walked calmly to her desk, which was set up directly in front of Lucas’s office. She opened her top drawer and reviewed its contents - a couple of loose paperclips, pens, and a used notepad.A man in light gray slacks and a cream shirt with his sleeves rolled up approached her as she took out the pen and notepad.“Good afternoon,” he smiled. He had light brown eyes with flecks of green. They were just a shade too dark to be considered hazel. She sat up straighter.“Good afternoon,” she returned, keeping her face in a professional mask.“I was wondering if Mr. Dunn was in his office?” he asked.“He’s not,” Paige replied. “He is preparing for a meeting toni
Daniel let the events of the morning wash over him, and let the stress and sweat disappear down the drain just like his shampoo and soap.Instead, he focused on his incredible luck at running into her today. Samantha. He had a name to the face. It made her more real, more concrete. Instead of being plagued by visions of an ethereal beauty with haunted eyes, he now had memories of her voice, emotions, mannerisms, and the feel of her hand in his.He waited for her inconspicuously. Since they’d come from the park, he didn’t know where she’d left her car. When she left the lawyer’s, he didn’t see the confident square of her shoulders indicating someone was taking back the power to reclaim their life. He saw worry and hesitant insecurity, causing him to worry.Which caused him to worry.
Samantha felt the coolness of the air conditioning blow past her as she pulled the door open to the law firm. She wasn’t sure if it felt like the premonition of a chill or like a breath of fresh air.She looked around, getting her bearings. It was surprisingly very soft and welcoming in the lobby. She expected something cold and intimidating and was pleased to find that wasn’t the case. It boosted her confidence and helped put her at ease with this daunting process.She identified the receptionist’s desk and checked in. The girl gave her a friendly smile when she looked up.“Hello, what can I help you with today?” She asked.“Hi, I’m Samantha Covington. I have an appointment with Ms. Mandy Schelbach this afternoon. Samantha proceeded with the check-in process, providing