AdaA month has passed by. A whole month. It's almost hard for me to believe it. I didn't think I'd stay here this long. This wasn't the initial plan at all. I was meant to get in and get out. Simple. But things didn't work out and I'm still here. Nothing. Not a shred of evidence has been found as of yet, and yes, I have been to Reynold's room. I got lucky last week as he had to leave the house to go to the doctor. I had the room all to myself and of course, I didn't find a single thing. I'm starting to get demoralized and hopeless. In fact, I'm completely hopeless at this point. This is starting to feel like some sick joke. Did Reynold Loxley even kill my father? Because apart from that land they disputed, I don't see how else they could be connected. I haven't had the chance to talk to Harry about it because he's been ignoring me, too. So has Damson. No surprise there. My mother told me I'd stop being her daughter unless I quit this, and they just left me, too. I'm all alone.
AdaWhen I get back to my apartment, I allow myself to fully panic because this is a good reason for it. I'm behind relieved that Max canceled our date today. I don't think I would've been able to sit across from him and act like everything's alright when Wes just blackmailed me into giving him money. And I'm sure he wants a good amount. Not the peanuts I have to offer. And guess what?I'd rather abandon the job and leave all of this behind than ask Max for money. Money? I won't do it. Not in a million years. I'm only thinking about how bad things will be once he finds out that I've been lying to him this whole time. Am I supposed to add borrowing money to the equation? Wes has it all wrong, of course. He thinks I'm scheming. That I want money. That I'm a gold-digger. That's why he thinks I'll have easy access to money. I don't know how to get rid of this situation. I'm desperate. I certainly won't give him a cent. My hard-earned money to that bastard? Not a chance in hell. He'll
Ada The next day, I give Wes bad looks and all he does is smile at me indifferently like he couldn't care less about what I think. I want to strangle him, that's what I want to do. I wish I had the courage to just walk up to him, yell, then slap him. He'd deserve it. How dare he come to my apartment to deliver that gift? How dare he? What kind of game is he playing? You think you know people, but you don't. I find myself daydreaming about school and wishing that I'd ignored him. He wouldn't have known anything about me. But since we were kind of friends, I can say we know each other pretty well. If I knew then that he'd turn out to be this stinky, shameless gigolo, I would never in a million years have been friends with him. But it's too late to think about that now. Since this is technically going to be my last day working as a maid, I decide to celebrate by not looking for any clues. I'm done. Really, I am. I lost an important part of myself looking for clues. Plotting revenge
AdaCome Saturday morning, I'm all packed and ready to go. I have to admit that there's a seed of excitement in me even though my depression and sadness overrides it. At the end of this trip, I'm going to tell him the truth and there's a high chance that he's never going to stare at my face ever again. I wouldn't blame him. What would I do in his position?When I walk out of my building with my suitcase in hand, I see him leaning against a small, sleek sports car with his arms folded. He pushes himself off the vehicle and closes the distance between us, placing a soft kiss on my lips in greeting and taking the suitcase from my hand at the same time. "You look beautiful," he comments.I haven't done much with my appearance. I've decided to let my hair down and I'm wearing a yellow sundress. I love it because of how bright it makes me feel. It's as bright as the morning, and I wore it to help me lift my spirits. "Thank you," I say genuinely. "I never thought I'd see you in that kind
Maximilian โNaomi?โ I say as I move closer to her. Sheโs still standing by the door. We barely walked into the room.She doesnโt say a word. I reach her and place a hand on her shoulder. Still, her head is low and sheโs crying, devastated. I noticed her chance in demeanor as soon as we got there. Then again, she hasnโt really been herself for a few days now. I know something is wrong. I can sense it. But it seems sheโs stubborn and determined not to tell me what it is. Not that I asked her. Iโve already realized that with her, itโs not about force and demands. I canโt make her tell me anything she doesnโt want to. Sheโll have to do it on her own time. The most I can do is try to be as supportive as I can while she figures things out. โDo you want to go home?โ I ask right away, because maybe thatโs what the problem is. I knew inviting her here was a risky move. I thought sheโd say no and was surprised when she said yes. But maybe sheโs regretting it now. Would she be that upset ab
Ada Thereโs a shift in the air and Iโm not sure what has attributed to it. Itโs like the air around us is charged; crackling with electricity. Weโre having dinner and talking as usual after the most relaxing day Iโve ever had in my life. I didnโt know how tense I was until the masseuse began working my muscles with her magical fingers. I feel amazing and sleepy, and honestly, much better. Itโs like she massaged away all the lingering sadness and stress and left behind the good bits. I eye Max over the rim of the glass. His skin so glowing and his smile is more radiant than ever. This burn that travels down my spine and settles in my core is all I can focus on. Iโve never truly felt this sexual desire when Iโm around him, but today is different. I glance at his hands and canโt help but wonder what theyโll feel like tangled in my hair or between my legs. Itโs a dirty thought, but I canโt help myself. I continue sipping my drink while looking at him. Iโve never felt this hot in al
AdaI moan his name as he shifts his attention to the other breast, and my fingers curl in his hair.Max circles his tongue around my nipples before flicking the nub with the tip of his tongue. My nipples have always been sensitive, and desire pools between my legs with every flick of his tongue. He then gently sucks the fleshy part of my breasts into his mouth before sinking his teeth into them. โSo perfect,โ he murmurs against my skin. He kisses his way down the curve of my belly, taking his time while I squirm under his touch. It feels like my whole body is on fire and by God, I never thought that I would get to this point. That I would feel this way. That being with him so intimately would be the answer to so many of my problems. Itโs so freeing. So amazing. Iโve never felt this adored in all my life. When he reaches my center, he places a kiss to my mound before giving me a mischievous look. He hooks his fingers in the waistband of my panties and pulls them down my legs. He t
MaximilianI wake up to the feel of Naomi shifting against me, and my eyes open. The room is dimly lit because of how thick the curtains are, which is the way Iโve always liked it. I hate waking up to the sun on my face. I prefer to be introduced to the day ahead on my own terms. And this right here is a good way.Iโm hard. Iโm pressed right against her ass and immediately think about doing devious things to her. Last night wasโฆI donโt even have the damn words for it. It was everything I thought it would be. More. Her scent is all around me like a heavenly cloud, and I want to draw it deeply into my lungs and keep it there for the rest of my life. I move my hand to her waist before venturing lower and settling it over her hip. She shifts again, and I know sheโs awake. I press her against my length before kissing the back of her neck. Her sweet smell of vanilla clouds my senses. I love how she fucking smells. โGood morning, angel,โ I say against her skin, moving my hand to my cock.
Ada Seven Years Later The sound of the water in the bathroom running makes me open my eyes suddenly.My vision is blurry at first but I blink a few times and sure enough, see Max standing in the bathroom, getting ready for work. Itโs still dark outโhe always leaves for work way too early. And because itโs Saturday, this makes even less sense. Normally, I donโt wake up, but for some reason, I did today. Rising from bed, I approach him carefully, making sure to announce my presence so he doesnโt get scared. Heโs shaving his face and looks surprised when he sees me. โMorning, babe. Whatโs wrong? Did I wake you?โโNo,โ I mumble before taking the razor from him. I like doing his beard whenever I can. โI just figured Iโd get up since I woke up.โโHm,โ is all he says. I finish shaving him, and then we both get washed for breakfast. Usually, he makes it, but this time, I decide to prepare it. We head downstairs together, and I ask him what he wants to eat. โEggs? Bacon? Whatever you wan
MaximilianTheo managed to get out of trouble due to his close association to the government of Argentina. I donโt know what it is he doesโI have a feeling itโs an important job but something off the record. He somehow managed to get the blame off his shoulders completely and got away unscathed even with police involvement. I wonโt ask too many questions because that directly benefited us. Now, we can live happily, and itโs fucking sad that Theo isnโt experiencing this relief that we are right now. Though he knew about Graysonโs illness, he wasnโt expecting him to die so soon. Neither of us were. Itโs honestly a terrible end to this fucked up story, and in all truth, itโs so unfair to me to celebrate when someone so close to us died. He wanted to be cremated and his ashes spread in Argentina. Theo honored this wish. I didnโt see him shed a tear once but the massive change in him is clear for everyone to see. Theyโve been together for yearsโmany yearsโand Grayson was his lifelong c
AdaStaring at his face makes me freeze a little bitโnot enough to make me not know how to react because deep down, I expected this and even counted on itโbut itโs still a shock. I havenโt seen him in years, too. The last time was at the hospital when he bumped into me. I know now that was on purpose. I didnโt recognize him then but weโd still been close. โCome with me and you wonโt have to get hurt,โ he claims in that unnatural voice of his. I realize that his hand is right over what Iโm assuming is a gun in his pocket. โWhy are you doing this?โ I ask, stalling for time. Weโre away from the entrance of the police station. I could scream but heโd either shoot me and get away, or get away. Either way, the police wouldnโt be able to catch him on time. I have to be smart about all this. โArenโt you satisfied?โ I continue. โYou always took her from me for so long. She wonโt even look at my face and refuses to call me her mother. Why donโt you just let me be happy?โโIf you even think
Ada I can hardly believe that Iโm walking into the prison and that in a few minutes, Iโm going to be face to face with my mother. I havenโt seen her in seven yearsโwe havenโt exchanged a single word since then. Now, weโll have a chance to talk. Half an hour, I think. Am I ready? Iโm not sure. Max stays outside. This is also part of the plan. The point is that he needs to seem distracted or on the phone so that when I step out, Damson will think that heโll have the perfect opportunity to approach me, or maybe even capture me. And thatโs where Theo and Grayson come in. But for now, Iโm safe inside the station, and Iโm going to be talking to my mother now. I wouldnโt be here unless it was completely necessary. Iโm not looking forward to talking to her at all. An officer waves me over, gives me all the rules and instructions along with warnings, and then Iโm put in a room with her. Weโll be sitting right across from each other. The door is opened for me and I step inside the gra
Ada In the morning, I can hardly believe that Iโm leaving this cabin. Itโs all happening so quickly and honestly, itโs so surreal. I donโt have time to say goodbye to Abby because sheโs asleep but I do say bye to Rebecca and Samantha. Then, when weโre alone, I tell Rebecca what happened last night and she seems so happy that sheโs practically bursting at the seams. โThatโs so amazing, Ada!โ she exclaims. โOh my God. I wish I was there to see it.โWords canโt describe how it felt to hold her. I imagine mothers of newborns feel the same way when they finally hold them in their arms. That new feelingโthis certainty that you would do anything for that child. Thatโs what I felt yesterday. Seven years after her birth. โThereโll be a lot more to come,โ Rebecca assures me. โSoon there will be a time when weโll forget all about this difficult beginning, youโll see.โI exhale and clasp my hands together. โI hope so.โBut itโs time for me to go. I sit in the backseat of the car and just h
Ada โNo,โ Max says. โThatโs a crazy plan, Ada. Are you kidding me? Do you really think that Iโm going to let you put yourself in danger like this?โI sigh, exasperated. โYou told me yourself that heโs toying with you and I agree. Heโs watching you and isnโt an idiotโas soon as he has the chance, heโll kill you, and then what will we have accomplished? No, Max. This is what weโre going to do.โโBut AdaโโโNo buts,โ I claim. โThis is decided.โItโs easy for me to tell why Max doesnโt like my planโin fact, it makes all the sense in the world, to be honest. Iโll be making myself a target so that we can better follow Damsonโs moves. Everything else didnโt work. Waiting for him at both apartments was a pointless plan for so many days and in the end, he managed to plant a bomb in their car. I canโt stand by and let that happenโwe have to do something to stop him while weโre all still alive. What if one of them died? How would we keep fighting, then?โI donโt want you to get ahead of yours
MaximilianI run a hand down my face in frustration. Gone again. The detective stares back at us, his expression of exhaustion mirroring ours for a second before he changes it and looks optimistic again. "Our guys are working on finding him and I'm sure we will very soon. You have nothing to worry about."Theo frowns and inches forward. "I don't think that's true, detective. You said that before and my niece was never found. I don't understand why there aren't more people after this guy. He's crazy and a danger to society. A lot of people could've been hurt today!" "I assure you that we're doing all we can," he claims, but even that is something he says to everyone, I'm sure. I've heard him a million times. I look over at Theo and he stares at me at the same time. The look written all over our faces is the sameโwe're wasting time here and if we don't get out of here soon, we'll waste even more time. Theo extends his hand to the detective. "Thank you for your time."We head out,
Maximilian When I woke up earlier today, I thought that it would be the same day as all the others. I was wrong. Because Damson chose to make an appearance in the most unexpected of ways and because our guard was downโcourtesy of spending fruitless days looking for himโhe managed to succeed. A stroke of luck saved us, because we shouldโve all been dead by now. But I should start at the beginning. Grayson and Theo are taking turns watching Adaโs apartment. They slip in and out, which would make it difficult for him to watch them and know when theyโre in and when theyโre not. He canโt be watching us 24/7, or so we thought. It seems Damson is more sneaky than I have him credit for initially. I usually buy us breakfast. Itโs hard to shop all the time and anyway, nobody has the patience to cook anything. So, I get fresh bread, butter sometimes, and cheese along with all other sorts of pastry that we can eat. Iโve learned that Grayson decided not to do chemo, which means that his da
Ada Abby has surprised us once more, and weโre beyond happy. Especially Rebecca and me, who are here all the time, waiting for every moment when weโll be a perfect family and weโll embrace each other as we should. But deep down, Iโm no longer able to celebrate as much as I want to because Iโm so afraid of what Damson has in store for us. Iโm sure itโs all paranoia because he hasnโt given any sign of lifeโfor all we know, heโs hanging by the neck in a motel room somewhere now that he knows heโs lost and that weโre after him along with the police. But I doubt that. The new Damson has proven to be someone very evil with plans and backup plans and the whole lot of it. He doesnโt have any empathy, and heโs just cruel and mean. I know that our happiness is bothering him. Just the thought of him makes him want to reveal himself so he can take one of us out. Lately, Iโve been trying to feel what he feels. As twins, one would expect us to have that kind of connection. But no. Iโm just