Meredith "This is clearly the wrong time to be calling, agent. I gritted my teeth, almost yelling on the phone. This was what I feared when I agreed to do this. It was like I had nothing else to do with my life other than monitor a foreign asset mafia lord, who would soon have my head, by the way. I realized that everything was so messed up. I was acquainted with his siblings, mostly behind his back, and I was trusting another guy who I was in a relationship with. I also had a roommate who thought all was right in the world when she had booze in her hands.All of this was happening in a strange land. If I were killed and buried here, no one at home would know of my whereabouts. I knew I had to be careful, but I couldn't do that when everything and everyone was breathing down my neck.Every time I call, it is always the wrong time. Don't you have free days from school?""Don't you have anything else other than chasing something that doesn't want to be chased? I countered with a questi
MeredithI couldn't think straight anymore.I held onto the file that the FBI put together. I went through the file over and over, looking for clues that this might not be true. I wanted to swim in the pool of denial,just as I have been these past few months. Mom held on to the truth about Nolan, but I knew why she didn't talk about it. It was depressing to find out what your son was into for years, and we didn't suspect a thing. He was loving and always around when we needed him; it made all of it shocking to me.I saw the pictures and the slides, holding onto the image on the picture. Maybe digging this out was a bad choice. Maybe I should have let sleeping dogs lie and not entered to dig up the past. There was no tangible evidence that Fabian might be involved. From the way he knew a lot of things about me, it was certain that he had had connections with me in the past or that his guys were just good at digging up people's lives.I couldn't sleep because the rough images came to li
MeredithIt was hard to get out of the mood I was in because of what the agents had told me. There was truth, and there was denial. which I happened to have been in for a long time. Sara and Kayla felt sorry for me after the bickering we had about the truth I was hiding. I still had not told them the truth, but it was good to finally shut Sara up. I had to avoid her for all she had said to me the previous day.There was no need to sulk because, no matter how hard I tried, the fact remained that Nolan was dead. Someone had killed him off, like he had no family. There were people who loved him—his family and others who were his friends. It was sad that he didn't confide in anyone; at least we would have a lead. I guessed showing me the files was all the motivation I needed to get to the root of this once and for all.A part of me wanted to know how Fabian was doing, but somehow, I craved to be with Damien more than anything. I wanted to know him more than anything; it was only a matter
Meredith.I became more nervous than I was. I had to play cool, but I didn't know how long I was going to pretend to be this man. He was too smart; he saw everything. I couldn't believe that he was still snooping under my nose even after I tried to ignore him.These past few days have been heavy for me, and he wasn't even seeing how much I needed to be alone; instead, he looked for ways to hover around me and breathe down my neck. I couldn't take it anymore.Sometimes I wonder what it was like to actually avoid him without the pictures of those agents. Would he still be a problem for me? These questions couldn't stop buzzing in my mind. It was like a concert there, no matter how hard I tried to avoid it. It was only going to haunt me in the back all over again. I didn't know Fabian was the ambassador for this school. No wonder he comes and goes as he pleases. I should have known that he was one of the school's managers, and if things were going wrong with the student, the news would g
FabianThis woman was no less interesting. There was always something new to find. I loved the little squabbles and her curious attitude. Every time she makes it difficult, it only makes me want to know more. Meredith, as a woman, makes me curious. I do not enjoy doing this to her, but I just want her, just as I would want any other woman. She had the capacity to know me as a man, but she wouldn't want to.I never wanted her to leave my sight. I knew I tried everything to stay away, to not participate in her daily life, but she was a means to get to me. There was little truth in what she might be saying; it was not the first time that I had actually been accused of something this complex.I don't care if she hates me; having her close to me gives me peace, in the weirdest way possible. The little things that she does intrigue me. I wanted to experience her in more ways that she might not approve of. The only thing she might know is that I could not hurt her, even if I wanted to. Even
Meredith.I was shocked, as the slap I had just received stung hard on my cheeks. I made no complaints as the guards carried me to the SUV just outside the building. Nothing made sense after this; my hands were still glued to my face as I relived the moment over and over. I didn't see him as the kind of man who would raise his hands to a woman. I have underestimated him. The first one was how he made it clear that I was nothing but a puppet he could control; now I'm just here to do his bidding. If I refused to adhere to his rules, I would certainly be punished for it.I'm screwed!!!I told myself this over and over until every fibre of my being believed it. I was angry; yes, hatred had developed over time. I should have known not to let my emotions cloud my judgement. I should have kept a low profile; I shouldn't have come to these events. No matter how much I wanted to be close to him, I knew it was futile.A slap across my face was a sign that he wasn't a soft person. He might be ki
Fabian I hated myself for causing her pain. I stared at my hands The flare of my ego wouldn't allow me to come close to her. I was pussed and I should have known better than to allow my anger to take charge of my thinking. It was the first time I had laid a hand on a woman. I usually avoid them but this woman did things to me. She makes me lose control and it was the first and last time I wanted that to happen.Meredith made me calm as much as she made me go wild. There are things I would let her in on, Mariana didn't have the chance to be that way around me. Mariana was suffocating but Mergave me that freedom to feel whatever I wanted. She drives me crazy as much as I make her go crazy too. Were we denying our emotions too much that we were fighting and hurting each other in the process? I haven't really given it any rational thought before now but it was pretty soon before someone came looking for her again. I wished she knew how I felt genuinely, maybe it would help see thin
MeredithI had to pack my things. I was happy that Kayla and the rest of the squad were not there. I had no way of explaining why I was packing my things away from the room. I placed my stuff in cartons,my private stuff was perfectly hidden underneath the cartons. Especially the file the FBI gave me. I was already imagining my life at the mansion where things might not be funny. When you live with someone you truly know them. With Fabian acting all controlling on me, I had seen everything I needed to. I might not like my stay with him and maybe it would really be the end for me. The ride to the house was very long, most of my pleas fell on deaf ears. Then I realised that my mouth never really uttered anything. I was mostly quiet as I pondered on everything that had happened . I was screaming inside as I tried to stare out the window. Maybe if I just plead with him quietly, he would listen? Maybe if I listen to all his instructions then he would be gentle with me. All of the questi