All Chapters of Dangerous Games: Chapter 31 - Chapter 36

“I-““Mr Dupont, you cannot enter, Mr Emerson is having and important-“Valerin came skidding into the room, a look of pure glee and mischief as he stared at us, impossibly close, as though he had caught us in the most compromising of situations.“Am I interrupting?” he laughed boisterously slinging an arm over Agnes’ shaking shoulders. The receptionist with an affinity for doing everything by the book look flustered in his presence, even more so with the added physical contact.Mr Emerson turned backing away from me, putting much needed space between the two of us. I didn’t mind it, there was no lack of warmth, no detachment just the space that needed to stay between the two of us.“Don’t worry about this delinquent Agnes, I will deal with him,” she gave a curt nod, glad to get out of the clutches of Valerin Dupont, who had a taste for chaos.Hastily I wiped my tears, putting on my practiced waitress smile, the one that never reached my eyes and whispered, “Hey Valerin, how are you?”

“Get away from her,” rough voice that sounded as though it was drowned flitted between my ears. My eyes were heavy, and there was a burning in my chest, I felt a laboured breath escape my lips.“She’s waking up-““All non-family members must leave the room,” confusion rippled through me as my eyes creaked open to be met with sterile white.“That means you Corbyn.” My heart sunk, in the pits of my stomach, why was he here, what had happened?“And what right do you have to be here?” the voice was calloused.“I’m her fiancé,” and that pushed me to wake.I heaved, and coughed, sputtering and keeling over the side of the bed.“God she’s going to be sick,” and I felt my brain melt.Kendal.She rushed over holding a bed pan, that I upchucked what little was left in my stomach into the brown vomit catcher.I was too busy being sick to glare at her.“Urgh,” I groaned lifting myself up, and reaching for the box of tissues at my side, wiping off the gunk at the side of my lips.I looked less th

“Doesn’t it feel kind of awful for you to have her back at work?” Valerin had gushed over me as soon as I had entered the room, my wound healed enough that it didn’t require a bandage but still a brazen purple that peaked through a layer of concealer that appeared to accentuate it more than conceal.“When she is here, in my sight, I know she is safe,” Corbyn bristled, looking up from his laptop momentarily to glare at Valerin, “And Ms Laurence, is here for pretences only, I have not made any demands of her.”“That’s where your wrong,” I quipped, “You demanded that I stay here sat in your office, even though mine is right there, and is completely transparent. I would be-““You stay here,” and there was no argument about it.“And you,” he spoke to Valerin, “Leave.”“No. I’m not leaving not when Drea is in danger, because of that utter dick.”Corbyn’s mouth pressed into a thin line.“At least let me do something, I’m going to die of boredom if I sit here. And it’s rather misogynistic to