Maximilian Loxley is a ruthless billionaire, haunted by his past. Ada Turner is the maid who stepped into his mansion with a secret plan to destroy him. But the closer she gets to his guarded heart, the harder it becomes to untangle revenge from desire. As lies unravel and truths emerge, they’ll have to choose—let their dark secrets consume them or risk everything for the love they never saw coming.
View MoreAda Max takes me to yet another restaurant. Only, this one is fancier, so I have to change into a small black dress that honestly fits every occasion. It's a dress I've had for years and never had a chance to use before. Now I do. Every time I look at him, I'm filled with this sense of disbelief, but the more time we spend together, the more I get used to this—whatever this is. We dine and the whole time, he tells me stories about his life, building an image of his father that I honestly never thought I'd see before. Max is very fond of him, and his opinion of his father is high. To him, his father is a man with morals. Integrity. He definitely doesn't describe a murderer. "I learned everything with him," he informs me as he cuts into his steak. "My father was with me every step of the way. I don't know what I would've done without him.""And your mother?""She did her part," he claims. "She was a good mother to us. When she died, I was devastated. Rebecca felt it more than I did
AdaI think of coming in a bit later to work so I won’t really come across Max, then decide against it when I realize that it’s probably a bad idea. Because we’re dating, people might think I’m taking an advantage of that fact. Even he might think that. And I’m not. It’s not that I’m avoiding him because I want to get back to point zero where we used to damn ignore each other and not talk for days before inevitably kissing when we did see each other. No, it’s because I’m anxious of what he’s going to do. He’s shown that he’s reckless and doesn’t care what people think, and I don’t think I’ll be comfortable if he kisses me in front of the other employees. I’d feel horrible. But I have to face it, so I arrive on time. I get dressed, feeling a little lethargic for some reason. My mother’s words are swimming in my head and making it hard for me to concentrate. They were so rude, weren’t they? I can’t get them out of my mouth. For her to give me an ultimatum like that when she knows h
Ada I say goodbye to Max outside, then head inside my apartment alone, my heart beating pretty fast all of a sudden. I know what I’m doing is incredibly risky. How long can I keep this up? I didn’t put an end to it when I had the chance, and were only going to get more involved with each other from here on out. I expect things are going to get very difficult. I should end this while I still have the chance. But as I make it to my apartment, I know that it’s simply not going to happen. Not yet, at least. I’ve never been an irresponsible person, but for some reason, I’m being that person now. I unlock my apartment door, step inside, and then shriek when I realize that I’m not alone. “Mom!?” I exclaim, placing a hand on my chest. “What are you doing here? God, you scared the hell out of me.”She has a key, so it comes as no surprise to me how she got in. The question is why. She stands up from her position on the couch and says, “I think we need to have a serious talk.”“About what?
Ada“Tell me about your life,” Max says just after the waitress brings us the main course. I’ve decided to have everything he’s having, and I’m not disappointed. So far, the food is delicious, and I’m enjoying the evening. But our conversations have been very superficial until now. He asked me about my family in the car and that for me was bad enough. Now this?The worst part for me is how genuinely interested he looks in. He’s digging into his pasta dish—the same one as mine—and he’s looking at me in a way that makes me feel seen. Desired. “Well,” I say after realizing that I’ve been silent for too long, “I don’t think there’s much to say. I think I’ve said enough in the car.”His expression shifts. “If it’s not something you’re comfortable with talking about—”“No, no,” I say, shaking my head and feeling like crap for having given him that answer. I know it’s not fair to him because he’s trying to be nice and find out more about me. Also, it’s not his fault that I have so much bag
AdaI think about twenty minutes pass before we return to our senses and stop kissing. I'm completely breathless, and the taste of him in my mouth is so addictive."I want to take you out somewhere," Max says to me. "Where?" I ask, still dizzy from his kisses. "Anywhere," he claims before his lips stretch into a core-melting smile. "I'd take you anywhere. Will you come with me?"I don't hesitate. "Yes."I grab my bag and we head out. Everything just happens so quickly. We're in the elevator, standing side by side, heading someplace unknown. Me and him. My employer. But he's more than that, isn't he? He's also my enemy's son. He's the last man in the world I should've caught feelings for. I glance up at him just as he looks down at me. I see a hunger in his eyes that makes my heart race. I wonder what he sees in mine. The desire? The fear? The sadness that just won't leave me alone no matter what I do?Max raises his hand and tucks a lock of hair behind my ears. His touch—as light
AdaI've arranged to meet with my mother. For some reason, she wants to talk to me. I don't know what's going on and for some reason, I can't think of something serious we could discuss apart from what I'm doing now, and I don't want to talk about the Loxleys because I can't do it without feeling like I'm betraying myself. I know that whatever is happening between me and Maximilian isn't right. I've dug myself into a hole I can't crawl out of. It's done, and I feel like I've already condemned myself because I don't see the way out. I wish I could, but I don't, and I can't lie to myself, not without causing some serious damage to my mental health. I'm stressed beyond belief. Every time I think of him, I feel like I'm having a panic attack. We've kissed twice now. That's way too many times for a situation as complicated as ours, and today, he gave me the impression that he's not going to give up. It seems he's intent on pursuing me and I don't like how that makes me feel. All jitter
MaximilianI've been thinking about that kiss the whole fucking day. I know Naomi saw it. I know it from the bottom of my heart. When I looked her way, she was vacuuming the carpet, but I could tell from the way she was standing that she had looked at us. I don't know why Kelly did that, especially in front of Naomi. It's becoming clear to me that she's doing what she can to provoke Naomi, or maybe to prove something to her. I won't get into the details because honestly, they don't matter. What matters to me is what Naomi thinks, and I don't want her to think that Kelly and I are together when we're not. It's never going to happen. And in wanting to explain this to her, I realized that I really care about her opinion. A whole of a fucking lot. And I can't let her believe that I have something with Kelly when that's far from the truth. The way she was looking at me now suggests that she was bothered by what happened. However, like me, she's fighting this inevitability. She's batt
AdaHowever, regardless of how much I hope—of how much I pray for things to go my way—I still find that rarely happens. Because that woman, their family friend Kelly, is here for breakfast. I don't know why she's coming around so much. I mean, it's really none of my business, but why can't she stay away? What's wrong with her? How obsessed with Maximilian is she? Even now, she's sitting close to him and constantly touches his arm or elbow while saying something. I don't know why, but it's annoying watching her. Very much so. I feel myself start to get angry as I watch her. It makes no sense for my heart to be beating like this; none. It's none of my business and honestly, who cares what they do? But I'm starting to realize that I have something against this woman. I guess it’s safe to say that she had something against me, first. For the entirety of breakfast, Maximilian makes a point of not looking at me and I do the same, even though I can’t help but steal an occasional glance
AdaThe silence seems to want to engulf me.It’s almost too quiet. I have to look around to make sure that I’m in my own apartment. It feels like a foreign place. Or maybe it’s my mind that’s become so strange to me that I can’t make sense of the places I’m in every day. I close my eyes, squeeze them shut, and then open them again slowly, ignoring the throbbing behind them. Yes. This whole mess is giving me a headache and there’s nothing I can do about it. I’m just so damn tired of always having to think. At this point, I wish I could just shut my thoughts and not have to think about Max Loxley or anyone else in their family. I’m tired. I lie on my couch. I haven’t had dinner yet and find it unlikely that I will. I’m just not hungry and anyway, I don’t have the energy to cook anything right now. I’m being haunted by the memories of this afternoon. How his grip felt. How his eyes pinned me to the spot. How my heart raced every time his face moved closer to mine. How triumphant I f
AdaI've spent years preparing for this moment, but standing in the grand foyer of the family who destroyed mine, I wonder if I'm truly ready to play the role of the dutiful maid."This way, Miss Johnson," the housekeeper, Mrs. Danes, says to me as we continue through the house. Well, it's more of a palace, but whatever."Your work will be done on this lower part of the house," she informs me as she looks over her shoulder at me through her thin, round glasses. "You'll need a valid reason if you're found upstairs. You're expected to follow your schedule strictly, as any deviation will lead to you being asked to leave. Do you understand?""Yes, Mrs. Danes," I reply shyly, but even that is an act. I'm going to have to find a way to make it upstairs because I'll have to look into the face of Reynold Loxley, the man who killed my father and brother many years ago, ruining my life forever.She continues showing me around, telling me to do this and that, and explaining how they want things ...
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