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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.
A transaction.Love as payment for submission. Security in exchange for surveillance. A home that was really a cage."I need to check my phone," I said suddenly. "He said there's an app. I need to find it and delete it."Jess handed me my phone. "Do you know what to look for?""No. But I'm going to find it."We spent the next hour combing through my phone. Hidden apps. Background permissions. Location services running constantly.We found three different tracking methods. Three."This is insane," Jess muttered. "Like, restraining order level insane.""He's not—" I started, then stopped. Because what was I defending? The man who'd installed three separate ways to monitor me without my knowledge?We deleted them all. Disabled location services. Changed my Apple ID password that he'd somehow known.With each deletion, I felt lighter. And more terrified."He's going to know," I said. "As soon as these go offline, he'll know I removed them.""Good," Ethan said. "Let him know. Let him know
"I don't need to control you—""Yes, you do! Because the moment I started having a life that didn't revolve around you, you panicked. You started tracking me, monitoring me, making sure I stayed in your orbit!""That's not—""It is! Admit it. You're terrified of me growing up and realizing I don't need you anymore.""You'll always need me."The certainty in his voice made my skin crawl."No," I said. "I won't. I'm taking the tracker out. I'm deleting whatever spy app you installed. And I'm going to live my life without you watching my every move.""If you do that, we're done."The threat hung in the air."What?""If you remove my ability to keep you safe, if you're going to shut me out of your life, then clearly you don't trust me. And without trust, what's the point of this relationship?""You're seriously giving me an ultimatum? Let you spy on me or we're over?""I'm giving you a reality check. This is what relationships are. Partners know where each other are. Partners have access
Jemaya's POV I stared at my phone for a full five minutes before finally calling Jake.It rang three times. Each ring felt like an eternity."Jemaya." His voice was warm, familiar. "I was just thinking about you.""Hey." My voice came out smaller than I intended. "How are you?""Busy. The usual. How's college treating you?""Good. Fine. Really good, actually.""You sound tired. Late night studying?"The lie would be so easy. Just agree. Say yes, calculus was brutal, fell asleep over textbooks."Actually, Jess dragged me to a party last night."Silence.Then, carefully: "A party.""Yeah. Nothing crazy. Just a college thing. Dancing, some drinks. Very tame.""Drinks." His tone shifted, that edge creeping in that made my stomach clench. "You were drinking?""Just a little. Jess was there the whole time—""Jess, the girl who dates her professor? That Jess?""She's my friend, Jake.""She's a bad influence. I told you when you moved in that you needed to be careful about who you spend time
Jake’s POVHe tried to keep busy.Meetings, late-night calls, the endless rotation of men who called him sir but couldn’t meet his eyes.Work had always been his anchor — predictable, controllable. But since she left, even the numbers on his desk looked blurred, like his mind couldn’t focus on anything that didn’t sound like her voice.He missed her.More than he’d ever admit.He’d told himself it was natural. He was responsible for her — her tuition, her safety, her future. Everything she had, everything she was becoming, was because of him. That was enough reason to worry, to check in, to know where she was.At least, that’s what he told himself the first few days.But by the fifth, the worry had teeth.He found himself glancing at his phone between every meeting, half expecting a message that never came. When it did, it was short — polite — too clean to be hers.No rambling jokes, no teasing. Just: I’m fine. Thank you.Thank you.The words hit him like a stranger’s voice. He read
Loise's POVI grabbed my journal from under my pillow and flipped it open to a fresh page, my pen hovering as I tried to organize the chaos in my head.*Fletcher Wolfe is suspicious as hell.*There, I'd written it down. Made it official.He was lousy at pretending to fit in—too careful with his words, too measured in his reactions. And the biggest red flag? No one had reached out to him. Not a single person. No frantic relatives, no concerned friends, no employer wondering where he'd disappeared to. Nothing. What kind of person just vanishes from their life without anyone noticing?But here's the thing that really got me: he was the only good thing that had happened to me in months.I hadn't had a breakdown since he arrived.Not one.And it wasn't because I'd suddenly healed or found inner peace or whatever my therapist kept hoping for. It was because I was too distracted following his every move, cataloging every suspicious glance, every carefully worded response, every moment that f
etcher's POVBorn an orphan meant I could never enjoy the good things in life.It meant chasing the basic needs every day. Feeding, clothing—everything was a competition. It taught me and the other kids at such a young age that there would never be enough.That rationing was the only way to be certain of the next day's meals, and that was only for times where we had enough.The other times meant grabbing every free gift volunteers gave us and acting like we had nothing so we could get more and save for later.I was taught to be devious and to use people from such a young age.It was all I knew, and for the longest time, I did so without any regrets nor guilt.For the longest time, until now.The rapid, impatient knocking on my door brought me out of my thoughts and I quickly glanced at the mirror to school my expression."Coming," I called out as I pulled and turned the knob."Mom called you down for breakfast," Loise said and turned her back before I could get a chance to speak to he







