Chapter 5 -
Nicole's POV The drive back to the hospital after our nap, cuddled in each other’s embrace was painfully awkward. And it was my fault.The sweetness of the night, everything that had happened earlier that morning, all felt like a dream. The only thing giving me a reality check was the ache in my body, my inability to walk properly. That, and the fact that I could still feel him inside me.
Xavier was driving, stealing occasional glances at me, probably wondering why I had gone silent. I deflected every conversation he tried to start, pretending to be distracted by the passing city lights.When we passed the hospital gate, he finally broke the quiet.
“Okay, you need to tell me what’s wrong before we go upstairs,” he said, his voice low but firm.
I sucked in a deep breath and turned to him. "I want us to act like this morning never happened."
He slammed the brakes so hard that we jerked forward, the car knocking into an already parked vehicle. The thud was sharp, but not nearly as sharp as the look in his eyes when he turned to me.
“What?!” he snapped, his eyes wide with disbelief.
“It would’ve been a one-time thing anyway,” I said, keeping my voice even. "We both got what we wanted, so let’s just treat it like adults."
His hands clenched the steering wheel, the skin of his knuckles turning white. “You don’t want more? That was just sex to you?”
“Exactly.” I nodded, even though I felt like my heart was cracking. I thought if I said it first, it would hurt less. But seeing his reaction made it sting anyway.
His lips thinned. “I understand,” he said finally, his voice low, almost disappointed.
The surprise in his eyes dulled into something unreadable.
Something inside me snapped. It shouldn’t have hurt how easily he agreed, but it did.
Deeply.
Trying to clear the awkward air, I said, “Okay, also... about helping you with your daughter, I have one request.”
He paused with his hand on the door. “Go on.”
“You’ll have to cut off all your girlfriends and mistresses. It’s just... to create a non-toxic environment for her to grow in. It’s nothing more.” I rushed to add the last part, nervous that he’d read into it.
He gave me a look, then leaned back. “Okay. But in that case, I have a condition too.”
“Please go on, Mr. Wolfe,” I said, though it felt odd to call him formally after moaning his name all night.
“First, you don’t have to call me that when we’re alone,” he muttered.
“Okay... Xavier. But you’re still my boss,” I reminded him.
“Suit yourself,” he sighed. “My condition is that you move in with me. And keep this arrangement a secret.”
I blinked. “I can keep my lips shut, but there’s no need to move in. I can come from home every day. Plus, I still have to resume work at the company.” I was rambling and panicking because deep down I knew that moving in would blur the lines dangerously.
“It’s for Loise’s safety,” he said. “I can’t have you getting mixed up in the public and putting her on the radar of my enemies.”
I swallowed my protest. It wasn’t just about Loise, was it? It was about control.
About keeping me close.
“You don’t have to worry. I’ll pay you three times your regular salary and take care of all your daily needs,” he added.
Three times? I was already one of the highest-paid secretaries in the country. My mind raced… his was more than enough to settle my mom’s medical bills within a year. My heart leapt, but I kept my face still.
He mistook my silence for hesitation and raised the offer. “Five times then. That’s the highest I can go.”
My eyes widened. “Yes, boss. I agree,” I said quickly before he added more zeros that would make me too uncomfortable.
“You’ll go with my personal driver to pick up your stuff. You can move into that room. Is it to your taste?” he asked.
Instead of answering, I was flooded with sweaty flashbacks of what we’d done within those four walls. I cleared my throat. “It’s fine. Thank you.”
We got out and headed into the hospital.
They moved Loise to a more private, heavily-guarded ward. When we met Dr. Eliot, Xavier finally did something I hadn’t expected—he apologized for manhandling him earlier.
“It’s okay, Mr. Wolfe. I understand your concern. You and your wife can go in as soon as you’re sanitized and wear clean scrubs. It’s just procedure,” the doctor said.
“Actually, she’s not my wife,” Xavier corrected.
“Oh, I’m sorry. You both looked good together so I assumed... but I was wrong,” the doctor muttered. Then he turned to me, “If I may ask, what’s your name, ma’am?”
“Miss Harrington,” I replied with a kind smile. “It’s okay. You didn’t know better.”
“And... if I may ask, what’s your relationship with Miss Wolfe?”
I felt Xavier shift beside me, waiting.
“I’m her newly hired babysitter. But up until now, we didn’t have a relationship.”
The doctor hummed, scratching his beard awkwardly. “That makes things
different.”“What do you mean?” Xavier asked, his tone sharper.
“It’s just that your daughter is barely stable. We can’t risk triggering her emotionally, so it’s better to wait until she’s more stable.”
“I understand,” I said softly, stepping back.
“I’m really sorry,” the doctor apologized again, but Xavier just trudged on, disappearing into the ward after suiting up.
Before he went in, he glanced back. “I’ll tell her about you first.”
I wasn’t sure if that was supposed to comfort me, but I nodded with a small smile.
Watching his back fade down the corridor, I reminded myself why I needed to keep my distance.
It didn’t matter how well I did my job. In the end, I was still replaceable. No matter how willing I was to give my all, I’d never be more than that in his eyes:
A worker. An assistant. His daughter’s nanny.
It hurt to think about... but it was the truth staring me in the face.
8 yaers ago. Flashback volumeLoise’s POVI don’t think I can do this anymore!” I stabbed my pen into the wooden desk of the library to clean my nose bleed.“Shhh!” The librarian warned, but I was too occupied wity rolling the tissue paper into my nose to bother with her.“Are you okay?” Christabel asked woth a worried look, although her fingers did’t stop ntapping into the keyboad of her computer.“I don’t think so,” I replied as i Tilted my head backwards. Howver the it soaked pretty easily this tiem and i removed it adshoved it in theplastuic bag that contiains the sevralo thers ‘d used since we cooped our self up in the library for the researcha eeing how the online materals all seemed to e paid and we’d exhausted even our savings on this exepensive final year research. Before i Could finish rolling another tisue pape, the blood had trinked down my lips. “I can taste blood,” I mutted and licked themetlaic taste off my lips, tryign so hard nt to panivc, but the wetness pooling
Eloise's ObservationsEloise's POVEloise had learned a long time ago that grown ups didn't always tell the truth. Not the way kids lied about eating cookies before dinner or breaking vases, but in bigger, quieter ways. They smiled when they were sad. They said everything was fine when it wasn't. They pretended not to notice things that were right in front of them.That's why Eloise had gotten really good at noticing things herself.Like how Mrs. Patterson, the head housekeeper, always smiled really big when Nicole was around. Her teeth showed and everything, the way Daddy said you should smile when you wanted people to think you were happy. But when Nicole left the room, Mrs. Patterson's smile disappeared so fast it was like turning off a light switch. And then she would whisper to Maria, the other housekeeper, things that made both of them look at Nicole's back with scrunched up faces.Eloise didn't like Mrs. Patterson very much anymore.She was sitting in the breakfast nook now, e
The NecklaceFletcher's POVThe morning after their argument, Fletcher arrived at the office before dawn. He'd barely slept, his mind replaying Nicole's words about her mother, about desperation, about choices that weren't choices at all. The photograph from his desk drawer had kept him company through the sleepless hours, Loise's smile frozen in time, mocking him with everything he'd lost.He'd almost convinced himself he was imagining the similarities. Nicole's voice, her mannerisms, the way she tilted her head when she was thinking deeply about something. Seven years was a long time. People changed. Memory could play tricks, especially when grief was involved.But the necklace. He couldn't dismiss the necklace.Fletcher was reviewing contracts when Nicole arrived at eight thirty, precisely on time as always. She didn't look at him as she passed his open office door, her posture rigid with the kind of dignity people wore when they'd been wounded but refused to show it.He should apo
The Money GrubberFletcher's POVFletcher watched from his office window as Nicole crossed the lobby below, an envelope clutched in her hand. The same kind of envelope Margaret used for petty cash disbursements and overtime payments. The same kind of envelope he'd seen Nicole accept at least three times in the past month.He'd tried to tell himself it was none of his business. She worked hard, stayed late, took on extra projects without complaint. If she needed the overtime pay, that was her right as an employee. But something about the way she handled that envelope, the mixture of relief and shame that crossed her face when she thought no one was watching, made his chest tighten with an emotion he didn't want to name.Or maybe it was something else entirely. Maybe it was the way his mother's words kept echoing in his head from their conversation two nights ago."She took the money, Xavier. Every penny I offered her. Do you know what that tells me about her character?"Fletcher had wa
nicoleThe elevator ride to Fletcher's office felt longer than usual. Nicole checked her reflection in the polished steel doors, adjusting her blazer and smoothing down hair that didn't need smoothing. Three days. She'd been gone for three days, and now she had to walk back into that office and pretend everything was normal.Pretend she hadn't taken money from his mother to disappear.Pretend her own mother wasn't lying in a hospital bed with a fifty-fifty chance of surviving experimental surgery.Pretend her heart didn't ache every time she thought about the little girl who'd called her crying, asking when she was coming home.The elevator dinged, and the doors slid open to reveal the executive floor of Fletcher Industries. Margaret, Fletcher's administrative assistant, looked up from her desk with barely concealed surprise."Nicole," she said, her tone carefully neutral. "Mr. Fletcher didn't mention you'd be returning today.""Last-minute decision," Nicole replied, keeping her voice
Xavier's POV It's difficult to explain this feeling that's deeper than nostalgia. How much she reminds me of Loise, how often the memories of the both of them overlaps. It's so consistent to the extent that uts vexing. Hpw did I not notice this when for 6 years and now that she's been missing for three days, everything suddenly makes sense. I need to find her, bring her back to my side and then question her, because she seems to be the only one that has the answers I am looking for. Maybe she'll, maybe she won't understand why I'm looking for someone who beared her name. Maybe she'll even find it hilarious that I'm asking her questions about a dead woman. Maybe, maybe not. And that probability that she might hold the key to my answers is why I can't stop. "Boss," I got a knock on the front of my office door and jumped to my feet. "Whats the update?" I asked Xavier's POV It's difficult to explain this feeling that's deeper than nostalgia. How much she reminds me of Loise, h