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"What's the fuss about?"
I glanced up from my laptop to find Jake hovering near my door. Outside in the hallway, there were a lot of shuffling feet and people muttering among themselves.
"Some VIP arrival," Jake said, folding his arms. "Didn't you see the mass email Julian sent five minutes ago?"
I frowned, scanning my inbox. Sure enough, there it was with the subject wri
Third POVMaxwell had to give it to them.Blackwell's PR team was good. Really good. He had watched them work over the past months and he had to admit, the way they pivoted the narrative, slowly and then all at once, pulling focus from the scandal and redirecting it toward some global launch was a smart move. The board had gone quiet. The investors had retreated, satisfied that they would be making money and all his schemes to take down Blackwell had ended flatly.He sat in his study with the lights off and his drink untouched, admitting to no one but himself and only because there was no one else in the room that he was losing.Everything he had built toward was falling apart. Leslie was in prison, The mole operation was gone. The legal fees he had paid for Leslie's case and the public humiliation of watching his daughter get dragged out of Serena Blackwell's house in handcuffs while half the
ElianaThe hospital ceiling was the same one as last time.I knew it before I fully came back to myself, that particular pattern of tiles and fluorescent light. Damn, I was becoming a regular at the hospital, wasn't I? First the fire incident, now getting my shit rocked in the alleyway by Damon.Everything hurts. If I hurt in one place, that would have been manageable. But everywhere hurts, my ribs when I breathe, my cheekbones when I move my face, my hands when I try to close them and my legs.I lay very still on the bed, keeping my eyes glued to the ceiling. When would the painkillers kick in again?Theo had brought me in. I remembered that much. The car, his arm around me, his voice talking to someone, then the lights of the emergency entrance, a wheelchair and hands that weren't his taking me away. I remembered him standing at the edge of whatever they were doing to me wa
TheodoreHer door was wide open.I pushed through and stopped. A box was overturned near the kitchen counter, books scattered across the floor, her phone against the floor with the screen shattered and a chair knocked on its side. I was back on the street before I could think, glancing for any other sign of struggle.Someone had attacked her."Help! Somebody help me!"Fuck, was that coming from the alleyway down the street? I raced down without thinking twice with Steve getting out of the car and following behind me."Eliana?!"I came around the corner and everything in me went cold and still. Damon had a metal pipe raised above his head, both hands wrapped around it. Eliana had her back flat against the wall with nowhere left to go, both arms up in front of her face."HELP-" 
Third POVVivienne's number went straight to voicemail.Damon stared at his phone screen in the fluorescent light of the motel room he had been hiding in for four days. He called again- Voicemail- and threw the phone onto the bed.He stalked to the window with his hands on the back of his neck and looked out at the parking lot. He had no money, no plan, and a woman who had just used him and discarded him as if she were throwing a receipt away.Those two bitches had betrayed him. He should have known better than to trust them when they approached him in Atlanta. Not like he was living a decent life back in Atlanta anyway. He was on the run from loan sharks dammit and when Vivienne had approached promising him a load of money and one last dig at his soft dumbass ex girlfriend, he hopped on that ride faster than anyone could blink.And he had done his part. He threat
Theodore"Theo calm down-""GET OUT!" I bellowed, rising on my feet and slamming my fist on the desk. Pain shot up my arm but I couldn't exactly care. "I do not want to see you near me again. The only reason, the only fucking reason you're not in prison right now, is because of Anna. You hear me Vivienne? Get out!"Her eyes widened and without a word more she walked out of the study. The door closed behind her while I panted heavily, fury steaming my veins. Serena hadn't moved from the couch. Her eyes flickered to me warily."D-Dad?"I pulled my chair out, across the carpet, ignoring the screeching sound and sat across from her."Now," I said. "Just you and me, Princess. We should have this talk a long fucking time ago. Tell me why."Her shoulders hunched up. "I already told you,""You told me
TheodoreI watched the footage almost forty times.Not consecutively. I would watch it, stop it, rewind it and watch it again. Normal speed at first, then frame by frame, then normal speed again. I was stuck in my study, I hadn't even noticed when the room had gone dark, the blue glow of my monitor reflecting on my face as I watched Eliana steal from me on a loop.Except.She was too calm.That was the thing I kept snagging on, the thread I couldn't stop pulling. I knew how Eliana moved when she was afraid. I knew by heart and mind, how her face would scrunch up, her eyes darting around, lips trembling in fear and there was none of that.Her accusations rang in my head, her teary face as she recounted that night eight years ago. God I had forgotten all about that. I didn't even know it was Eliana. It hadn't been a question of whether I believed he
Eliana"Who's after you?" I yanked my arm out of his grip. "Damon, who-""It doesn't matter." He was moving through my apartment, checking the windows, keeping his body below the sill when he looked out. "Just close the blinds. Close them right now."
ElianaIt was official; this damn typing machine hated me. Its clunky keys stuck every time I pressed too hard, and the more I tried, the worse it got. “Need a hand, Miss Ashcroft?”A tall handsome man appeared at my side with a cocky grin. Before I could say no, he leaned over me, close enough th
One week laterI wanted him buried in between my thighs.The moment Mr. Blackwell's muscled hand brushed mine a week ago when he helped pick up the papers I had scattered around the boardroom kept coming into memory. Every time I blinked, I saw his long fingers sliding against mine, the way his sui
It started as a forbidden thought, I wasn't supposed to crave my best friend’s dad but instead I spent countless nights shamelessly imagining him stripping me bare, sinking his cock into me and devouring every inch of me.** ** ** **A few days ago.I was doomed. Shock sliced through my veins as I







