He Called Me His Wife’s Cousin
The last time Nathan Reid looked at me like I mattered, I still believed the story he told me about working overseas.
Six years later, I found out the truth on a sidewalk outside a hotel, three feet from the woman he actually married. He didn't apologize. He introduced me as his cousin and asked me to keep my voice down so she wouldn't hear.
That same afternoon, a stranger helped me pick my resume up off the pavement and offered me a job on the spot. His name was Adrian Doyle. I had no idea his new wife's brother would turn out to be the same woman standing under that hotel awning.
I took the job. I kept the second one too, the one that pays in cash, the one that covers what my son's medical bills need and my new paycheck can't yet. I never touch anyone there. I never take private offers. It was never supposed to matter to anyone but me.
Then Adrian's company booked the club's back room for a client dinner, and Adrian walked in.
He thinks I planned all of it. That I used his sister's kindness to get close to him by day and worked the room by night for money, or worse. I can't prove otherwise with anything but the truth, and the truth has never once worked out in my favor.
What none of us know yet, not Adrian, not his sister, not even me, is how much further back this actually goes.
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Chapter: Before Adrian gets in"You're early."Rachel was already at the small table in the corner cafe two blocks from Doyle Group when I walked in, two coffees in front of her, one already pushed toward the empty chair."You said before Adrian gets in. I wasn't sure how literal to take that.""Very literal. He doesn't know I asked you here." She wrapped both hands around her own cup without drinking from it. "I didn't want an audience for this."I sat down across from her, my pulse doing something uneven under my ribs. "Okay.""I've been up most of the night thinking about how to start this conversation." She finally looked up. "So I'm just going to ask you directly, and I need you to give me a real answer. Is there anything else, Claire? Anything else about you I don't know, that's going to land on my desk sideways one day the way that invoice did?"I thought about the shoebox in my hallway closet. The divorce papers still sitting on my kitchen table. Nathan's voice on the phone the night before, calm and certai
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Chapter: Closing in"I danced there because it pays in cash, Rachel. That's all it ever was."The words came out steadier than I felt. Rachel stood in the doorway with her phone still lit in her hand, and for a moment nobody moved."You could have told me," she said. Her voice wasn't sharp yet, just careful, like she was walking across ice she wasn't sure would hold."Told you what? That I dance at a club four nights a week to cover my son's medical bills? That's not exactly something I lead with.""I got you a job here. I vouched for you." She looked at Adrian, then back at me. "I didn't even know you had a son with a health condition until right now. I thought I knew you a little, Claire.""You know the version of me that's had time to exist since you called that afternoon. That's not nothing."Rachel was quiet for a second, and the warmth in her face had gone somewhere I couldn't follow. "No. I suppose it isn't."Adrian stood, and the movement seemed to break whatever standoff was building. "Rachel, s
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Chapter: The invoice"Sit down, Claire."Adrian didn't look up from the folder on his desk when I walked in Monday morning. I'd barely slept the whole weekend, running the conversation in my head a hundred different ways, and none of them had started with him this calm.I sat."I spent the weekend deciding what to do about Friday." He closed the folder and finally looked at me. "I still don't like the timing of it. But I checked with the club. Called the manager myself, asked him straight out whether you'd requested that booking or been assigned it."My stomach dropped. "You called Vince?""I called Vince." He said the name like it tasted bad in his mouth. "He confirmed what you told me. You tried to get out of Friday. He wouldn't let you."I didn't know what to say to that, so I said nothing."That doesn't fix the fact that you're dancing in a club four nights a week while working for me during the day," he said. "That's not a small thing, Claire. That's a lot of hours for one person.""I know how many h
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Chapter: Caught"You're on in ten."Vince knocked twice on the dressing room door and didn't wait for an answer. I sat in front of the mirror, my hands steadier than they had any right to be, going through everything one more time. Stay in the back section. Two songs, no more. Keep my eyes on the crowd, not on any one face in it."Big group tonight," Priya said, leaning past me to check her own reflection. "Corporate types. Suits everywhere. They booked the whole back room.""I know.""You okay? You've been weird all week.""Tired."She didn't push, which was one of the things I liked about her. I finished my hair, checked the clasp on my earring, and told myself the same thing I'd been telling myself since Wednesday. Downtown was full of private rooms. This was just one more night, one more shift, and Adrian Doyle had no reason to know my face outside an office.I was wrong about that in the first ten seconds.The lights came up and I stepped out, and the back room was exactly the crowd Priya had de
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Chapter: Same night, same too"Can I skip Friday?"I kept my voice low, phone pressed hard against my ear, the stairwell door shut behind me so nobody at my new desk could hear.Vince laughed like I'd told a joke. "Skip it? You're the one they asked for. You don't skip the good bookings, that's how you stop getting good bookings.""I have a conflict.""Everybody's got a conflict. Show up, do two hours, walk out with more than you'd make in a week anywhere else." His voice dropped, almost kind. "I know your situation. Just show up."He hung up before I could argue, which was fair, because I didn't have an argument that didn't sound like a confession.I splashed water on my face in the stairwell bathroom and went back to my desk like nothing had happened, because that was the only version of me anyone at Doyle Group was allowed to see."Ms. Whitfield." Marcus stopped by, a folder in his hand. "Mr. Doyle needs the Friday details confirmed before noon. Client dinner, downtown, off the usual venue rotation. Some place
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Chapter: Booked by name"You're actually going."Denise stood in my kitchen doorway in her bathrobe, coffee in hand, watching me button my one good blazer."I'm actually going.""To work for a man whose sister just called you out of nowhere.""To work for a man who offered me a job before any of that happened." I checked my reflection in the microwave door, the closest thing I had to a mirror this early. "The offer doesn't change because his sister turned out to be nice about it."I kissed Ethan's forehead where he sat eating cereal at the counter, told Denise I owed her for the school pickup, and left before either of them could slow me down."Claire Whitfield," I told the receptionist. "I have a meeting with Mr. Doyle.""He doesn't usually see people himself." She reached for her phone. "One moment.""Ms. Whitfield." Adrian crossed the lobby toward me, jacket off, sleeves rolled. "You came.""You told me not to be late.""I did." He held the door. "Come up."His office took the corner of the fourteenth flo
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