Damon's POV “Hell, even I am not sure of what I'm doing. You don't have to be.” I chuckled and sniffed out the light at the bottom of my cigarette in his drink. “I'm sorry sir.” My assistant apologized. Ironically, he's the first guy assistant I'd gotten. After Zyna, I'd plunged into the world of women, letting my life revolve around them, or them revolve around me, I don't care which. “You don't have to be. I get your concern.” I admitted. Regretting that I'd scared him so bad, and made his drink undrinkable. I signalled to the attendant to take it away and bring a new one. It was a Saturday morning and we were already at the bar. The house, my father's palace, was no longer my home, I'd have invited Zac over. I doubt anywhere could ever be with Zyna in it. All the nasty memories I've tried to fight off always come washing back every single time I step foot into the house. If it wasn't such an important heirloom, I'd have converted it into another office space, and re
Emily's POV Since Freda got the mail asking to have the meeting on Monday, at our office, I'd been walking on eggshells around myself, scared I'd jinx my new fortune. I couldn't do anything to upset mother Destiny for the sweet new path she'd set in front of me. Funniest part? I'd never really been so religious, but I prayed to whoever listened, and at the end of my prayers, it was weird cause there was no name mentioned, like, I had no one to address it to. “I'm happy you're here.” I said to Freda, unprovoked. The clock on the wall read 06:15, Mon. It was the D-day, matter of fact, just a few hours left. I was nervous, and I constantly felt like my bowel was full and needed emptying. Freda, on the other hand, seemed quite chill. She was playing scrabble online, and in my nervousness, I begged her to put me on, after making two silly moves, I logged out, convinced that I was indeed too nervous to concentrate. ‘How am I gonna do this?’ I asked myself in an undertone. “G
Emily's POV As I approached the cyber truck, one I'd seen only on TV, I took large breaths and swallowed several times. It felt like I'd swallowed my voice too. “Hello.” I said, as I got within what I deemed to be earshot. There was no response, and it made me second guess if I really spoke out loud or in my head. I heard a snicker, and that was the sign that he undoubtedly heard me. I didn't know who it was, but I could very well narrow my options. Regardless, I was determined not to take bullshit from anyone. “I think the ‘no smoking’ signs are clear enough. Good morning.” I said, but not before I slapped the half burnt cigarette out of his hand, and crushed it beneath my feet. “Good morning, Emily.” He looked up and smiled at me. It was a pretty smile, I couldn't deny that, but I was already too irritated, so I smiled curtly and made my way inside. My steps were firm and my strides were gallant, but in me, I was as scared and anxious as an eight year old who was left
Zac’s POVPlaying a character is so hard. I coughed over a hundred times when Damon, my boss, first lit my cigarette. I could handle alcohol, no doubt. I take it like I take water, no biggie. But puffs? Well, I've been made to do it once, and I'm sure I'd never repeat it. Damon made Farh drive me in his newly acquired cyber truck. Proud bastard. “So are you going to get talking?” Emily asked. “You know, about your illegal business.” She added. She's not the girl I used to know any longer. This one was bolder, more outspoken. Emily I used to know was a little more timid, I mean, she'd always been blunt, but not this blunt. I snickered a bit. I had a feeling that Damon wanted the meeting to go without me revealing my identity to her, but since he did not give any clear instructions to that effect, I was gonna default. The absence of law is the absence of crime. “Gotten a name now?” I asked her. Her brows furrowed, and she leaned back. It'd become a staring competition. I
Zac’s POVFreda, the girl from earlier, stumbled into Emily's office as fast as she could. I could literally almost see the speed. “I'm sorry I couldn't get ice.” She apologised as she set a cup before Emily and I. “I'm not sure your boss wants to treat me to this.” I smirked. Emily grabbed the cup Freda’s had placed in front of me, handed it back to Freda, poured them both a drink, and asked Freda to gulp it down right before her. “We can't deal with these people ‘professionally’” She answered Freda’s unasked question. I loved the scene. Most beautiful thing I'd seen in a while. I wished I could have them both to me, at a different time, under completely different circumstances. I shook my legs lightly, like it'd shake out the nasty thoughts on my head. I cleared my throat to remind them of my presence, even though they were still so much aware Freda choked on her glass, and I enjoyed watching Emily help her. They scurried out, where I heard Emily had her over to s
Damon's POV Every second Zac spent in there with Emily made me ask myself if I was a fool for not properly thinking these things through. ‘I think you want to see her.’ I remember Farh chirping, after watching me knead my thighs in intense expectation. I ignored him, even though he was very correct, and both of us knew it. I didn't play my cards right at the ball. I'm very sure the kindest emotion she feels towards me is repulsion. “Any other thing you want me to know?” I asked Zac. “Yes,” He replied, “Our phones switched for some reason.” “Here.” I handed his over to him, and took mine. Zac didn't say anything, we just quietly switched. I didn't trust him too much. I needed to find out what he'd been up to, so I sacrificed eavesdropping on their convo, for a moment with his phone. Funny stuff? The phone was half empty. Nothing worthy to see. Just a bunch of texts, from him to me, and all other staff at Damon Inc. Nothing else. I flung the phone to the b
Freda’s POVI hate to be that girl, but… I tried hard, fighting the thoughts that kept creeping into my head as I waited outside Emily's office for her to come. The last thing I'd have expected was for her to see that guy down. He was an eye candy, I can't lie, but he was a bit too conceited. My type though. As I waited outside her door, with my eyes glued to the elevator, waiting for her break light, my patience finally wore out, not like it was a lot prior. I opened the door slightly, and left it that way, in case I needed to make a quick exit. My eyes were still moist from how bad I choked on the tequila earlier, but it didn't stop me from seeing the handkerchief on Zac’s recently vacated seat. Silly, crazed me, I picked it up to get a whiff of his scent, the masculine fragrance that filled Emily's office only minutes ago, and still did actually, only a little more faintly. When I unfolded the handkerchief, I realised there was more to it. Zac wrote something on it. Unfo
Zacs POVHeaven knows I did a great deal holding myself back from lurching at Damon with the trash he was asking. Every new question he asked made me further convinced that this is the wrong place for me. Him ordering me out was almost the last straw, but I had one more thing to do. I literally counted down till 5pm. My eyes only left my watch to attend to a few things on my screen. Otherwise, I was so damn fixated on getting out of his freaking establishment. For all I cared he could blast off. With the subtle message I left Emily, I had a more interesting half of the day to look forward to, hopefully. I needed to return Damon's wretched shoes, and clothes, they weren't bad looking, he was just very badly behaved. My clothes were in the car, and more than once, I'd done a quick change or redress in the garage, so I decided to go for it again. I entered the office garage, like I do any other day. Cautiously checking for presence of any other life form. When I'd satisfied myse
Emily's POV “Shoot!” Lucas groaned, “We should've picked something up for you.” “Yeah.” I said, lacking more words. “I think my jacket will suffice.” He tugged at his beard, ruminating on his idea. “I'm quite dirty.” I shied off. “So am I.”Lucas replied to me, winking. “Not that kind please.” I shut him down. “Take this.” He took it off, and forced it on me. Beneath his jacket, was a snow-white, tight fitting shirt. I could see the strand of his muscles through it, and his neck tattoo peeking from the collar. Lucas stretched his hand, and took mine as we walked in. We were given VIP passes, for obvious reasons, but I saw how every other person was checked in. “When did you buy the place?” I asked him. “I've owned it for a while now, I'm not exactly good with dates.” He replied, getting the door for us. “I hope you don't mind the ground floor?” He asked me. “I do not actually. It saves me from being stuck in the elevator with people who might recognise
Emily's POV “What was that about?” I asked Lucas. We parted on very awful terms, which is why I had more than a hundred questions for him. “That?” He replied, looking at me. “That is how you treat a fucker!” He said. “Did you kill her?” I croaked, looking around, it was just us both in the car, but Lucas was driving and the backseat was empty. “That's a waste of precious bullets.” He snorted. “Those things cost a lot now.” “Why did you do what you did?” I asked him. Finally I was able to sit up, but I had to support myself with my hands. “You.” He replied, smiling at me. “Please focus on the road.” I said quickly. He kept looking at me like we weren't having the convo on transit, it was like he wasn't the one driving. “What about me?” I asked. “I struggled to hear you both, but you didn't sound like you were enthusiastic about me.” “That's the trick, love. You'll learn it. You don't let people know how much value you place on things and people. They could u
Lucas's POV “You must have knocked your head hard, thinking you can come to me with this kind of nonsense.” Adrian laughed at me. I wished he knew I was not in a good mood. My pack supplies were drying up, our ammunition, at least. And while there was no war at hand, it was a bother. As rogues, when there's no storm, it's pre-storm. We've fought all our lives, it's all we know to do. “Bring her.” I instructed my man, who had Lillian. He dragged her over to me, gently though, waiting patiently as she wobbled with Adrian's bastard. I looked in his face, for emotions, and OOH, there were. I saw angry lines across his forehead. “Get me my gun.” I said to the other guy. I heard a female whimper, Emily I think. It made me more eager to finish the business I was there for. “What are you thinking?!” Adrian challenged me. “Watch and see.” I smiled, waiting for my silver pistol. I had no patience for trash. There was serious business to get back to. “How about you le
Emily's POV “You don't even want to hear me speak?” I asked. I was hurt, bruised, wounded. But nothing would stop my mouth, except if he gags me of course “It's not that I don't want to hear you speak, Emily. The problem is that you've been doing too much talking. In fact, you've been the only one talking since the beginning of his relationship and I think that's the only reason why we are where we are at this point.” Adrian said, like he was fact-checking me. I couldn't believe my ears. “You know what? I don't think you believe what you are saying, because if you did, you'd be able to look me in the eye and throw these accusations at me. But because you don't, it's easy for you to face the other side and say things like you don't know who you're talking about.” I replied. “Don't get feisty with me, woman. My boys are hungry.” He threatened. “And if they are, it'd be for your blood. Not mine.” I shot back at him. Adrian gave the most sinister cackle I ever heard. I wo
Emily's POV The shower was cold, or at least it felt so. The bread tasted stale. I got pissed at everything that was happening. I wanted to kick and punch and fight, and rant, and nag, and destroy. More than all, I wanted answers. Why am I the one all those things happened to? Couldn't I have gotten a better lot? Did the universe really single me out for all this punishment? I tried to wrap my head around how the future would look. It was from one scandal to another, between packs. The comment sections of the blogs online were killing me. Women were wishing they were me, others were thanking their stars that they weren't, the men bashed me and dragged myself and everything I stood for through the mud. “Who's there?” I asked, pausing my mental breakdown to focus on who was at my door. I booked a night at the hotel, and I knew my time was almost up, but fuck knows that I couldn't get out of there, not with the way I looked and felt. No answer came, but I didn't hear foot
Emily's POV “I'm sorry, that's so unprofessional of me.” Sasha apologised. “It's human, not unprofessional.” I excused her. “Matter of fact, can we be more unprofessional going forward? I think I like that vibe.” I smiled. “Sure, Emily. Thankfully, there are no audio requirements from this session.” “Gracias.” I said. “Back to your story, darling…” She smiled. “What else do you want to know?” I asked. “How did you let a man take control?” She asked me. “Is that beneficial to this interview?” I questioned. “Maybe.” She answered. “Alright. Adrian and I got together just a few months after a very lavish party that was thrown in Mount Leigh. It was the talk of town for weeks, all three Alphas were there.” “I heard about that. “She acknowledged. “And how was the party, if I may ask?” “You may not. It was hell.” I said. “Back to Adrian then.” She moved on. “Well, he seemed cool. We had lunch at his house one day, and he seemed pretty awesome, my kin
Emily's POV “Hello Emily, I'm Stacy, and I'm downstairs.” she said. I passed out a bit in the bed where I also scattered the contents of my purse. It'd been a long day, long week, long life! “Hmm, I'm coming.” I answered her, still sleepy-eyed. “No, you don't have to. Just tell them to let me up. I'd hate to be a bother that much.” Sasha said. “Uhm, okay. Can you give her the phone?” I asked. “It's a guy down here.” Sasha informed me. “Oh, yeah, please. Give it to him.” I said, remembering that it was a guy I met too. “Hi Ma'am.” He greeted me. “Hello, I'm sorry, I can't remember your name anymore. Please let her up. I'm Emily Baron, check that on your register.” I croaked. “Alright ma'am. Room service was in your room earlier, but you were unresponsive, would you like to have them back now?” He asked “Yes please, I could use some water.” I answered. “Coming right on. Have a nice stay, ma'am.” He said and handed the phone back to her. I cut the call,
Emily's POV “I hate this life.” I said to myself as I stopped by Zac's house to pick the rest of my stuff. “I'm heading for Zachary's apartment.” I said to the doorman, hoping he'd recognise me. “Oh, yes I remember you. But Mr Zac is not at home.” He said. “That's fine, he knows I'd be coming to grab my things.” I said, in a rush. I also tried to hide the fact that I was getting a little bit fidgety. “I hope he didn't hurt you?” The man asked. I was literally at the verge of screaming for him to just let me go, but I saw that it was out of concern and experience, so I let him off the hook. “I really don't want to talk about it,” I said, smiling sadly. “I understand.” The man replied. “Policy is that you cannot be in over ten minutes, so I'd ask that you be quick.” “That will do. Thank you so much.” I said and dashed into the elevator. I know it was a little stupid that I'd do that stunt on my own, knowing that Zyna had access to his place, but I'm sure if anyone
Damon's POV “How do you feel?” I asked Emily. We'd just ridden back from the hospital. Zac was to be operated on in a few hours, Adrian's diagnosis was out, and they found absolutely nothing wrong with him, but they had to watch him. “I don't know.” She replied. She sat still in her car, even minutes after she'd turned the engine off. I waited for two full minutes before she whined down the glasses. “That's normal.” I said, rubbing her hand. But she drew back suddenly from my touch. “Something is wrong.” I said. “I'll see you later, Damon.” She said, starting the engine. “There's no way I'm letting you leave like this.” I objected. “It's not up to you.” She replied, and pressed a button to shut her car glasses. I stubbornly leaned on it, and so the glass didn't come up. “I've spent way too much time in the gym for this to be a threat.” I boasted. “Emily, please tell me what's on your mind.” “My whole life is, Damon!” She yelled. “It's easier on you than it i